The Perils of Selling

The following is thoroughly vile and probably quite disturbing.  It 
starts off rather slow, but picks up after the first 7 or 8 paragraphs.
I  have a bad feeling about it though-- the ones who like the beginning 
probably won't like the end, and those that would like the end will 
probably bore quickly of the beginning.  So as a favor to both types of
readers, let me tell you that there is Masturbation, Bondage, 
Torture, D/s, Anal sex, Snuff, and cannibalism (although very little
actual eating).  Yes, this stuff turned me on, and I'm quite embarrassed
about it.  It is also my first shot at writing a story, and quite probably
my last.  And yes, as I read over this story, I realize it does need some
work, with the main revision being that he should be kept for a longer amount
of time.

Well, thanks for reading.  Your comments aren't welcome, please don't try 
to find me.  I hereby give up all right to this work.  Publish it anywhere, 
put it on any website, make as much money as you can with it.  You can 
even say you wrote it, I really don't mind.  And now, the story...

Part 1: The Sale.

His name was Dev.  He was the fourth in a family of 9, and he was 16,
and he had passed all of the civility and civic exams so was now
considered an adult, and therefore he could do whatever he wanted.
And he wanted to do only one thing: help his family.

His family had been living in a hovel for many generations, and
despite what his parents made as servants, they were never going to
get out of the situation they were in without a large windfall.  He
had decided to be that windfall.  They knew nothing of his plan, but
he had been thinking of it for years.

His fur still had the white soft feel, since his kind normally didn't
change over until their early 20s.  This was part of the reason that
he rushed his education so he could take the citizenship tests: he had
to make sure his pelt was still valuable.  So the morning he got his
test results from the bureau, Dev walked away from his home carrying
only a small satchel of papers.

It took him 7 hours to walk the 20 miles to the city.  And then it
took another 3 to find the address he had looked up so carefully.  He
walked into the lobby, and was surprised at how nice it was.  The
couches had that new furniture smell.  The carpet was spotless.  He
walked over to the receptionist.

"May I help you?" she asked politely.

"Yes."  Dev suddenly became cold and shivered.  His voice stuttered a
little.  He had been planning this for a long time, but yet he was
finally doing it, and he was extremely apprehensive.  "I'm here to
sell."

The receptionist smiled, "That's wonderful.  And you look so
handsome." She quickly dialed a number and spoke into the phone, "A
gentleman would like to see about some arrangements."  She hung the
phone up and looked back up at him.  "Mr. Than will be right out."

Within 30 seconds of awkward silence, Mr. Than emerged from a door at
the end of the lobby and walked up to Dev.  He easily stood three feet
taller than Dev, and smiled broadly at him.  "Please, come with me so
we can discuss the plan."

Dev followed the hulking canine and could only notice the wag of the
tail coming out of his silk suit.  The wolf led him to a rather large
office.  "Now, what are we looking at?"  Mr. Than inquired.

"A total sale.  All rights relinquished.  No quarter expected.  All
proceeds to go to this address."  Dev slid the paper to him.

The wolf eyed him briefly.  "Fine.  I'll need to see your citizenship
papers, and then sign here."  The wolf slid a form to him.  Dev read
it through, and noticed that everything was consistent with all of the
research he had done in the area.  He then signed it and handed it
back.  He noticed that his paws were shaking.

The wolf grinned very broadly, "You'll make an excellent sell.  I'm
sure you'll easily fetch 6 figures, maybe even seven."  Mr. Than
pulled a collar from out of his drawer, and then walked around to
stand behind Dev.  He put the collar around his neck, and then locked
it shut.  Dev became aroused the instance he heard the lock shut.
"Now, get undressed."  His tome had not changed, but Dev noticed that
the pleasantry had been dropped.  He stood up and took off his
clothes.  The wolf looked him over.  He began to feel all over his
body.  A paw pushed into his moth and ran over his teeth.  Then it ran
down his back and along his tail.  Dev felt the wolf finger his anus
not in a gentle way, and then Than cupped his balls, and felt along
his stiffened cock.  "Good.  Your perfect.  You haven't spent any time
on the street, have you?"

"No.  I haven't."

"So that means your probably clean as well.  You'll certainly go for 7
figures.  Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever orgasmed?"

"Yes, but only twice, and once was in a dream.  The other time was
before I realized how my price could be affected."

The wolf went back to his desk and started working with a vial and
syringe.  "Oh, don't worry about that.  Your price would only be
affected by masturbation if you did it daily for many months.  If
you'd like to do it now, you may."  The wolf came back and gave the
injection into Dev's left buttock.  "As you probably know, that
injection was to sterilize you to prevent you from having any
offspring.  It is permanent."

"I know.  And I think I would like to masturbate, Mr. Than."

"Then go ahead, by all mean.  And you don't need to call me Mr. Than.
`Broker' will be fine."

Dev smiled and began to stroke himself.  He wondered who his buyer
would be.  Would it be a female who wanted him for a sexual slave?
Would it be a male?  Would he be bought to be a common laborer?  Would
he go to an expensive furrier?  Would he go to a famous chef?

Those last two thoughts sent him over the edge, and he began to cum in
huge spurts.  Mr. Than looked on approvingly.  "Don't worry about the
mess, we have a service.  I'm going to schedule your auction for
Friday.  Now, you need to be cleaned up and prepared.  We don't punish
here, since we rarely have any disagreement, however, the
accommodations can be made, well, less appealing.  Now, if that's what
you want, just say so: there's no need to misbehave if that's the
treatment you want."

Dev thought for a moment.  "I would like to be kept in a cage.  I need
to feel I'm property."

"Fine."  Mr. Than pressed the intercom button, "Quinn, I've got a lot
that needs some servicing".  Quinn bounced in within seconds of being
summoned.  Quinn was only slightly shorter than Mr. Than, and the
stripes running down his neck and under his shirt were amazing.  Dev
had never seen a Tigern before.  Quinn strode over and clipped a leash
to Dev's collar.  "Oh, and Quinn," Than said, "this one wants the
cage."  Quinn smiled a big toothy grin and then led Dev away.

For the next two days, Dev tolerated enemas (7 sessions of three
each), three shampoos (which felt great), multiple blood draws,
weighings, xrays, MRIs, several thin probes in most of his orifaces,
and a 1 hour course on presentations, including auction walking, being
led behind masters and mistresses, and the most interesting one,
methods of cooking and skinnings.  Dev almost came again just watching
the video clip.

Friday night came, and Dev could do little more than pace in his small
cage.  Finally, Quinn came and led him to a T shaped room.  The top of
the T was a solid wall.  All other sides were mirrored.  It was
extremely well lit.  Dev could hear the announcer; it was Mr. Than.
"Our next lot is a beautiful white mink, selling without restriction.
He is only 16, and is verified a virgin with greater than 99% purity.
He is in perfect health with no tattoos or piercings, and all
appendages are whole."  Quinn pushed Dev forward onto the walkway, and
he began to sachet around the runway like he had practiced.  As he
paced, he looked occasionally to Quinn who smiled encouragingly.
"Could the lot please lie on its back, head towards the wall, legs
apart, knees at chest level?"  Dev lay down on the cold runway and
assumed the position that was described.  "Thank you. "  There was
another long pause, and then the lights went out.  Quinn called out,
"OK, that's it, you've been purchased."

"How much?"

"2.7 Million.  Not a record, but it's certainly up there.  Now, get in
here, there have been some requests."

Dev walked over and Quinn reclipped the leash on his collar.  "The 2.2
Million will go to your address tonight.  Now, we have a couple of
modifications to do."  Dev was led to a doctor's room an the end of a
hall.  "Hop up," Quinn said and patted the table.  Dev hopped up and
laid down again.  Quinn strapped him down and then put his legs into
some stirrups.  "I'd be lying if I told you this wasn't going to
hurt." Quinn put a muzzle of Dev, and then moved down between his
legs.  He felt a needle punch through his scrotum.  Dev suddenly
realized he was going to be castrated.

As if Quinn was reading his mind, "yes, you are going to be castrated,
but not tonight.  I'm installing a zippull."  Quinn continued to
stitch around the outside of Dev's scrotum.  He paused occasionally.
In about 30 minutes he had finished.  Luckily for Dev, after the first
5, his genitalia had simply assumed a constant amount of pin
equivalent to lighting his pubic hair on fire with a blowtorch.

Dev was untied and he waddled out to a lobby, where a beautiful vixen
stood.  She walked over and stoked his fur, "I can't wait to wear
this."  She smiled again and walked off with him.


Part II: At home

The trunk of the car opened as they approached, and she motioned him
to get in.  Dev complied, and they drove off.  The trunk was roomy
enough, and the ride was smooth.  Dev fell asleep after what seemed to
be 15 minutes.  He awoke to the trunk being opened.  "Ok, my pet.
We're here."  She led him into her house.

The word "house" in this case is extremely inappropriate.  Her abode
was as much a house as the Vatican is "just a church" or the Statue of
Liberty is just "some monument."  Dev was completely awestruck..  "You
have the run of the place, but you must come when I call."  Dev nodded
absently.  Both his parents could have worked for their entire lives
to afford just one of the tiles in the floor he was standing on.
"Now, I need to discuss our relationship, come with me."  They walked
for what must have been 300 yards to a kitchen worthy of the finest
restaurant.  She hopped up on one of the counters.

"First, notice that I don't keep servants.  They drive me crazy.  The
house is automated for most activities, and I don't need anybody
receiving visitors.  I do most of my work from one of the offices on
the third floor.

"Now, realize that I own you.  I am going to kill you.  I will have
you skinned, and I will wear your coat one day.  However, you are the
first live creature I've ever bought, so I'm going to have to do a
little research first.

"Your place to sleep is here."  She motioned to the larder.  "You will
only feed on milk and rice.  And you are not to do any exercising --
I don't need you getting all tough and gamy on me.  You can call me
`Mistress' or `Madam'.  I don't care how you refer to yourself.
You may speak at will, but must obey all of my commands.  Failure to
do so will revoke the sum I paid for you, is that understood?"

"Yes, Madam."  Dev stood with his head down.

"It's now late, so why don't you go to bed.  I'm setting the alarm, so
don't go anywhere until I get back.  Also, there's a box in there for
you to do your business.  I expect you to clean it out every morning."

With that she left Dev in the larder and walked away.  He looked
around for a place to lye down, and settled for sliding into a large
bag of rice, which was very comfortable once he had dug his way into
it and curled up.  With the adrenaline rush subsiding, he quickly fell
asleep.

****

Dev awoke the next morning to hear his Mistress walking by the larder.
"Ok, the alarm's off.  Come on out here."  He leapt from his bed,
shook once to remove any extra grains that happened to be in his fur,
and ran out to kneel before the vixen.  She was wearing a sleeveless
professional looking pantsuit, and she looked absolutely stunning.

"Stand up, I want to have a little nibble."  Dev stood up, and she
moved his head upward so his chest and next were completely exposed.
She leaned down and blew softly into his fur.  The cold air made him
shiver, and his nipples hardened.  Her tongue licked softly at one of
them, and her mouth got closer.  She gently took his nipple between
her front teeth, and pulled a little.  She released and then quickly
bit down again over the entire nipple.

Her paws held Dev firmly in place as she ground her teeth back and
forth.  Dev found himself getting aroused even as he flinched when she
finally broke skin.  She suddenly bit down again, and Dev gasped as
his flesh separated from his body.  The vixen put a cloth against his
chest to stem the blood as she stood again, her other paw pressing
against his back, She seemed to contemplate the flavor as she chewed,
and then closed her eyes in a look a pleasure as she swallowed.  She
pulled the cloth away and began lapping at the blood until it thinned,
and then stopped.  Very little red had trickled onto Dev's pelt.

"My, but you are absolutely scrumptious.  Now, come with me."  Dev
followed her through several corridors and walked into a bedroom the
size of a theatre.  Her bed was easily 30 feet in diameter, and was
even multileveled and textured.  Silk sheets, comforters, cotton,
flannel, wool and other blankets were spread liberally around.  Dev
smiled inwardly, since he could only guess at one reason he would be
brought here.

She smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking.  "Dev, my
pet, go climb up on the bed and let me look at you again.  Dev did
exactly that, and presented himself to her, doing a small pirouette.
"Excellent.  Now, get down on all fours, and turn away from me.  I've
got a little surprise for you."

Dev quickly got down into the position she had described.  That cold
feeling of apprehension washed over him again.  He didn't dare look at
what she was doing, but from the sound he guessed she was changing.
He felt her climb up on the bed and then felt her weight near him.  He
still didn't look, and even closed his eyes to resist the temptation.
Her paw touched the small of his back and traced his tail.  He lifted
it in response, and her hand followed the underside back to his
body. He felt her finger his hardened shaft, and then cup his
testicles.  She repositioned herself again, this time closer to him,
as he could feel one of her legs against his own.  She lifted his tail
up and moved it slowly to the side.

He felt her finger his anus, and then he felt something cold touch
there. It was very hard, and it began to press forward.  "Don't move,"
she told him.  He stayed as fixed as he could as the strap on pressed
its way inside him.

"It hurts," he panted.

"Shh.  Of course it does.  Just hold on."  She pressed again and
another 3 inches slid in.  Dev breathed out hard as the full length
penetrated him, seeming to split him apart.  "There, now it's in.
Take a deep breath."  The Vixen also sounded like she was out of
breath.  Dev took several shallow gasps, signed heavily, and then
breathed in deeply.  She pulled the length out of him and pressed it
in just as quickly.  Dev squealed in pain, and his arms collapsed as
she thrust into him again.  She built up a steady rhythm, and his sobs
matched it.  The rubbing was driving her towards orgasm, and she
reached a paw around him to begin stroking his shaft, which still
happened to be hard as a rock.

Dev began to match her thrusts, and realized that he wasn't in as much
pain as before.  She continued to stoke him and he quickly built
towards orgasm.  As hers began to flow, she intensified the rhythm of
both her fist and thrusts.  Dev began to cum into her had and his tail
wrapped around her waist in absolute pleasure.

Then, the Vixen ran her hand down his shaft and grabbed the pull ring
hanging from his scrotum.  She pulled and Dev gasped and rolled in one
motion, his exposed front now facing her, the strap-on hanging
comically against his side.  She tugged again and the wire did it's
job as his scrotum separated.  She pinned him to the bed on his back
and moved around to press her ass into his nose as she began to lick
through the blood.

He absently began to tongue her hole as she found his first testicle
and bit through it.  Dev passed out.  She moved around and readjusted
to get a better angle as she continued to devour his balls.  Two more
bites and she was finished.  She savored the fine taste of the virgin
seed and then lapped up around his crotch.  When she was finished, she
kissed him once on the chest and went to her office.

***

Dev woke up an hour later to the throbbing pain.  He tried to move his
legs, and quickly blacked out again.

***

The vixen came back to her bedroom to find her pet right where she
left him.  She picked him up and took him back to the larder.  She
filled up one bowl with cooked rice, and also left some water.  Then
she went back to her office to continue working.

***

Dev awoke to find he was back in the larder.  He was still very sore,
but he seemed to be able to move around a bit.  He went over and ate
from his bowl, and then went and curled up and fell asleep.





Part III: The Dinner
  
"Dev, my pet, come here."  Dev heard the call and scrambled to answer
it.  She looked at him and smiled, "I have got some good news for me."
She paused.  "None of you will go to waste."  Dev smiled at her.
"However, " she continued, "I don't think you'll have much fun with it
at first."  Dev was walked over to two metal bars that were lying on
the floor.  One was about four feet long, the other only 8 inches.
Dev sat down while she attached his feet to shackles on either end of
the bar.  She the attached a chain to the center of it and hoisted him
off the ground with some sort of powered winch.  His wrists were
attached to the other bar, which was fastened to the ground by a four
foot section of chain.  She then activated the motor again until Dev
was stretched tight, the cuffs almost cutting into his flesh. She left
him there suspended, for what seemed thirsty minutes while she did
something else out of his sight.  He heard her approach and then
pause.  "Dammit," she swore.  "I'll be right back.  Just hang tight."
She giggled at her awful pun, and bounded out of the room.

She came back some 15 minuets later and walked over to Dev with
several sheets of paper, and a flat, triangular shaped knife.  She set
the sheets of paper on a counter and started to read from them.  It
looked as thought she had read them before, and her lips moved rapidly
while she read though them.  "The first step in skinning a mink is
to cut the pelt around the 'ankles' and 'wrists' where the long
fur ends."  She picked up the knife and walked over to him.  She knelt
and slid the knife into his wrist about a quarter of and inch, and
made a circle all the way around it.  Dev squealed in pain and his
body arched as if shocked.  The vixen hit the button on the winch
again and tightened it a few clicks more.  She then left for a moment
and came back with a large apple and a short length of rope.  She
preesed the fruit into his mouth and then tied it in place as a
makeshift gag.  She completed the other three cuts in short order.

She continued reading.  "Next, the pelt is cut from the heel of each
hind foot to the anus and around the anus."  Her fingers slid down his
fur, tracing the inside of Devs thighs.  She placed the knife just
outside his hole and made a small incision all the way up to his
ankle, and then did it again on the other side.  Small trickles of
blood ran down Dev's belly, dripping onto the marble floor. "Finally,
a cut is made from the anus straight down the tail about 4 inches."
The vixen grabbed hold of the tail as it lashed back and forth and
made the appropriate cut.  "Start peeling the pelt down the hind legs
by pulling the pelt and by cutting connective tissue where necessary."
She slid the knife under the small incision she made to make a
purchase for her thumbs.  She then started working he fingers around
the inside of Dev's fur, occasionally licking the blood from her paws.
The feel of the spasming muscles as she separated them from the skin
almost made her orgasm.

 "After the pelt is removed from the hind legs, the carcass can be
hung at a convenient height by its hind feet. Peel the pelt off the
carcass around the anus. If the mink is a male, reproductive organs
will be connected to the pelt."  She smiled at that last line, and
looked into Dev's vacant eyes.  "Doesn't look like we have much left
to worry about there."  She continued reading, "These are cut off as
close to the pelt as possible. Now peel the pelt from around the base
of the tail... hmm, yadda yadda yadda."  She pushed the papers aside
and continued working her hands in around under the pelt.  She moved
around behind him and slowly worked he fingers up his back.  She
gently worked the muscles loose as the quivered beneath her touch.
She didn't have a tail deboner as the guide suggested, so instead she
tugged and pulled until she was able to get it off with minimal
damage.

She felt Dev's warm body calm as he fell unconscious.  She had to make
one more careful incision around his neck, making sure not to
penetrate any veins or pipes, and then the fur was slid over his head
like a sweater, and she finished by detaching his wrists and sliding
it off his body.

Dev now hung, skinned and unconscious.  She knew that he was in danger
of hypothermia, but she had planned ahead.  She gently picked him up
and brought him over to a large vat she had filled with olive oil and
bay leaves with a touch of lemon, and lowered him into it up to his
neckline.  The olive oil was heated to a warm 42C by several sterno
cans underneath, but it had reached equilibrium and had since stopped
getting any warmer.

A few minuets after he was in, Dev's eyes fluttered and he awoke.
After his skinning, he had assumed he would be in terrible pain, but
the oils seemed to calm his raw nerves, and he relaxed.  He looked up
at the Vixed who was holding his pelt.  "This is absolutely stunning,"
she complemented him.  "Now, the bad news is that I don't really think
you can live more than a day or two without your skin.  The good news
is that I wasn't planning on waiting that long anyway."  Dev was so
far past the point of caring.  He looked down at his bared shaft,
which was even know getting erect again as she spoke of his soon
demise.

The vixen looked down at him and smiled.  She left him to marinate
while she sat down to read through some recipe books.  She had
absolutely no way of deciding how she wanted to prepare him.  She
thought about having him stuffed and then oven roasted.  She looked at
quartering him and then a quick sauté.  She looked at skewering him
and then a slow rotisserie.  She finally decided on the last option,
combined with a minor stuffing of a plumb and grape leaf mixture.

She finished preparing the stuffing and went over to Dev.  She admired
his hardening cock.  "It sure seems that you aren't necessarily upset
with the coming prospect."  Dev nodded in agreement, still unable to
speak due to the apple.  "Would you mind terribly if you started while
I got the grill ready?  Dev shook his head no, and then waited for
instructions.  "Just insert as much of this as you can.  If you can
get it all, I'll even eat your cock first so you can watch."  She
pranced away to another area of the kitchen and Dev reached a paw out
into the bowl and brought back a handful of stuffing.  He slowly
filled his bowels with the mixture until he thought he would burst.
He seemed to be a lot more sluggish too, even though he felt fairly
awake.  He finished with the bowl well before she returned.

"Dev!  You're wonderful!"  She reached a paw into the warm oil and
stoked his eager cock.  He started pumping into her fist gently, since
his whole body still ached.  As he thrust, she picked up a paring
knife and put it to the base of his cock.  Just as small clouds of
semen started to appear above the tip of his erection, she sliced
through several tendons.  Dev's body began to thrush in the oil, and
she held him down while she sawed through the last of the tendons.  He
passed out again, but that didn't stop her from putting the bloody
tube into her mouth and chewing it.  It was delectable, but extremely
chewy.  She made a mental note to herself not to eat penises raw
again, since the cooking might tender them up slightly, and really, it
would have been better to eat in smaller, bite sized pieces.  Yet she
chewed onward and finally choked it down.

She picked Dev's limp body out of the oil and plopped him down on a
nearby metal island.  She took the skewer that she had brought back
and pressed the sharp end against his anus.  As she began to insert
it, Dev stirred.  "I'm glad your awake.  Spread your legs apart, I'm
trying to impale you."  Dev obeyed the command and the inch thick
metal rod sliced into him.  His body ached in pain again as she
maneuvered the metal stake deeper into his body.  Once she was about
seven inched in, she pushed quickly to punch through the inside of his
abdominable wall.

The steel rod was guided further up through Dev's weakened form.  He
was even starting to feel all warm inside as the spear pushed up his
throat and cleanly through the apple as she rotated it.  She leaned
close to his nose and heard labored breathing and smiled.  She pet his
head, and then fastened his paws onto the skewer coming from his
mouth, and then made a small wire loop and tied his keed so his ankles
were firmly positioned against his buttocks.  She then tied his tail
down the lenth of the skewer and placed the whole metal length on the
rotisserie.  Dev started turning slowly near the heating element as
olive oil dripped from his raw flesh.  Tears ran from his face as he
started to cook.

The vixen put several squeezed of lemon juice onto the drip bar, and
sat back to watch her meal cook.  Occasionally she would poke him with
a fork, trying to figure out when he would finally die.  After 45
minutes, she pulled him off of the mounts, and brought his skewered
body over to the sink.  She was completely amazed to see he was still
breathing.  She took the paring knife and pressed it into his
abdominal cavity and emptied his guts into the sink.  Dev spasmed a
few times, and then his breathing stopped.  She returned him to the
rotisserie and finished slow cooking him while she drank a glass of
wine and looked over the latest catalog from the gallery.  She
realized that Dev was easily the best money she had ever spent, and
looked forward to finding another white mink.  It would easily take 3
more his size to make a full-length coat.