Sylvia stepped out of the cylindrical machine, slightly disoriented. She took a second to recognize where she was. Then she spotted the leopard waiting for her.

"Hi Shira" she said and smiled, then stretched herself in an exposing way. The gazelle was adult, but too young to be a mother. And she was in love with the predator, not much older than her, and he adored her and her sleek body with greedy eyes.

She was fully aware of that and blushed slightly, but that didn't prevent her from stretching her legs in a tempting way. One arm extended to the sky. Or rather the ceiling. The other pressed into her own waist, so she pressed her belly outwards and her firm breasts up.

Of course this had the intended effect. Within a second the strong cat was upon her, grabbed her and lifted her, then dropped himself with her on the couch. His lips on hers for a gentle kiss.

She felt his rough feline tongue wrap around her fleshy and flexible one. And she gently inserted hers into his mouth, licked over his razor sharp teeth until he nibbled on her playfully.

"Mmmhm, are you hungry by chance?" She asked, teasing.

"Oh, yeah. I starved myself just for you." he answered as he brushed his belly across her hip, until his own hip came to touch the insides of her thighs.

Then she felt his throbbing feline rod grow against her, the tiny spikes that barbed his tip were a clear and sharp sensation in her eager and soft flesh.

"Then take me!" she commanded. And promptly he pressed himself into her. She moaned loudly at the sudden sensation. It always hurt a bit in the beginning, but that was the best of it. His brute strength. And then his teeth on her neck, his wet saliva in her fur as he gently bit her shoulder.

She closed her eyes shuddering and arched as she felt his spiked member burrow deep inside her until is pressed against her bowels. He was a tiny bit too big for her. Just enough for a little jolt of pain every time he hilted. And that little bit was what drove her to climax in record time.

Which was just in time for his own. He had held back and urged. The machine just took so long sometimes. It was hard on whoever had to wait outside.

She felt him fill her, and she rocked the firm rod inside her until he turned around and let her sit on top. His bite mark in her shoulder, throbbing nicely. A trickle of blood rinsed down under her fur, and she knew he would have her blood's metallic taste on his tongue by now.

Shira loved Sylias taste. It was only natural for his species to consider her prey. But it was rarer for them to consider each other mates.

They were likely the only ones that did both.

She flexed her hip on him, felt his member inside her twist this way and that, squeeze against her bowels. She loved that feeling, like she was stirred inside. And Shira ... it drove him almost insane.

He was still hooked inside her as they finally hugged each other panting, tingling. Their thighs wet with their shared juices. He licked the traces of blood from her shoulder, his rough tongue caused an exciting jolt of pain when it touched the tiny gash and soaked it in cat saliva. Not long and it turned numb, and she knew it would heal fast, if they would give it enough time.

But Sylvia had a different idea. "Want to cut me apart?" she asked with an encouraging smile.

"How do you want it this time?" he asked back, intrigued by the idea.

"Slice me up. Like a salami. From my feet... " she pointed at her hooves and made cutting motions with her hand across her calves, then thighs, then across her waist and further upwards " until my neck." She made one last slicing movement across her throat. Slow first, then fast and demanding.

Shira almost came again, then embraced her. "And how long do you think you will last?"

She giggled and pressed a finger against his throat, then moved it downwards until she pointed at his heart. She could feel his heartbeat through his fur.

"All the way through." she said matter of factly. With a trace of laughter in her eyes.

"That I want to see." he answered, and slid out of her. He had gotten mostly limp, but his barbed tip still scratched across her nether lips enough to make her clench and bleat at the sensation. She shuddered, then gave him a gentle kiss. Her own hand moved down and caressed her still tingling sex, while her eyes followed him.

He stood up and stretched himself in a very feline way. His body was masculine and muscular, but still expressed the flexible gracefulness of a cat. A combination of strength and beauty Sylvia found absolutely irresistible.

Sometimes she wished she could gobble him up. At the same time she wished to be part of him. And oh joy, they had found a way to make exactly that possible, again and again.

Not this time though, this day she had something else in mind, and she bit her lips in excitement as she saw him take a blade from its rack on the wall. It was a Japanese style knife, slightly curved and razor sharp. She liked it for the slight pulling sensation it made when it cut. It was almost like the blade caressed the flesh it bit, gave it a gentle cool kiss as it sliced apart. It was so sharp, you could cut yourself by accident and not even notice they said. But Sylvia had felt it often enough to know the sensation well. The cut never hurt if done right, that always came afterwards, when the fresh wound got exposed to air. Like searing hot fire.

She liked fire. She feared fire. 

He however put the knife gently down on a wooden desk. The whole desk was a big cutting board with channels carved into it for blood to rinse away.

She didn't wait for his invitation, but stood up, then gracefully jumped up and posed on the wooden table. Her legs slightly spread, her head backwards to expose her throat. She knew to play Shira's darker instincts, and he had to fight the impulse to sink his teeth into her exposed neck. Instead he brushed down the front her throat with a single extended claw, scratched over her sensitive skin until she shivered and a very thin red line appeared. But she held the pose.

He gave her a kiss, and she relaxed, embraced him for another tender moment.

"How do we do this exactly?" He eventually asked while he reached for the knife. Sylvia put her legs straight. Then she turned around on her belly, just to turn once more on her back. She sat half up and supported her upper body on her elbows.

"Start ... With my ankles. But let me get some straps to stop the bleeding, so I don't pass out." she said, panting.

"Don't worry, I'll get those. And when it comes to here?" He pointed at her waist.

Sylvia bit her lips. She hadn't thought about that one. But Shira smiled.  "I'll think of something, when it comes to that, just relax."

The gazelle was all but relaxed as the leopard reached for the knife. She shivered in anticipation and exciting fear. Her heart pounded like crazy and of course Shira made a big show out of it. He weighted the blade in his paws, then did a few slices through the air and listened to the melodic whistling sound it made. Then he turned around and returned with a small box that held first aid supplies. He placed on the table gently and smiled at her.

But his grip on her hoofed foot was strong and firm. He felt her tense as he put the blade in position and waited for her to relax once more. Her breath went fast, and she stared at her ankle in both anticipation and fear. Then her eyes wandered over his muscular arm, his strong back, and back to her thin antelope leg. Placed on the table like meat to cut. He felt her shudder.

Then he pulled through. The blade cut through skin and tendons like butter, but he had to cut solid bone too and that, he knew, had to work in the very first attempt. In his left paw he felt her hoof tense once more, then suddenly relax. Only then he realized the blade was already through and cut wood for the last bit. It was a formidable knife.

Sylvia released a surprised moan. It had been so quick, she had hardly felt the cut. Only a weird feeling in her foot, as if someone heavy had stepped on her or hit her with a hammer. Now it tingled, but it was no longer part of her. She instinctively pulled her leg, but her foot staid behind, and a gush of blood emerged from the stump. The numb feeling turned into a hot pain, then her leg cramped. The blood flow almost ceased and she screamed, even though she was surprised that it didn't hurt as much as she had anticipated.

Shira slowly took her hoof from the table and looked at it from all sides. It was sleek, and surprisingly light. He smiled at Sylvia. She was clenching her teeth against the pain, but she stared at her foot in Shira's paws. Her leg was still cramped and shuddered as she reached for one of the straps from the first aid kit. Then she put it on her own leg which ended abruptly on her ankle, still oozing blood. That stopped when she pulled the strap firm, about half an inch higher on her calve. Her tensed breath became more relaxed again and she took her severed foot from Shira's paws and brushed her fingers over it. It was hard to believe it was hers, it felt so unreal. So she held it next to her leg, and it made her shudder. Her gaze fell on her other foot that was still attached, then she glanced up at Shira again and nodded.

Shira couldn't help but notice the musky moisture that glistened between Sylvia's thighs. She hadn't given into the urge to touch herself yet, but there was no denying she enjoyed this. And Shira too felt himself become hard once more as he grabbed her other leg firmly.

Sylvia moaned even before he applied the knife. This time he pulled through slower, more gentle. And he felt the shivers in her foot as she felt it separate. She screamed, not just from pain but from the sensation as a whole.  Her hands grasped for her leg, just below her knee, and she held it fast. But Shira had already finished this cut, too.

A squirt of blood emerged from the stump as Sylvia stretched her severed leg upwards. Then another, before her muscles cramped in reflex, and the flow subsided significantly. This time she couldn't resist her urge any longer, and she clasped her urging sex. Her other leg throbbed, while the one just cut still felt like on fire. But seeing her stump in front of her, kicking in the air without the hooves she had just had a moment ago, it just turned her crazy.

Shira eventually caught her leg and thus prevented any more blood splatter. He ringed it, too with one of the straps, and her skin felt hot.

Sylvia felt lightheaded, possibly from shock but mainly because she was breathing too fast. She forced herself to breathe slower and glanced again on her leg stumps. The view hadn't lost its effect on her. To see herself with part of her missing, and to know it wouldn't stop there made her heart race and her throat urge as if she was being fed a delicious dish. She wanted more.

Shira grabbed her legs and forced them down on the board which she left happen eagerly. He didn't grab the knife again however, instead he started licking her stumps. First at the wound itself, where her skin slid loose over her exposed flesh. Then upward, along her calves and across her thighs. Here he nibbled her skin a bit, provoked her with tiny pricking sensations. And she tensed and kicked once more, brushed and stained his fur with her stump. His fur caused a sudden burn on her exposed flesh, but she had no time to focus on this, because his rough feline tongue had reached her urging nether lips. And then he started lapping up the thick liquids that had gathered there. Lapped his and her juices from her sex until she arched and whined, trembling.

Then he stopped, just as she closed her eyes to let another climax wash through her, awaiting one more lick to drive her over the edge.

He didn't lick, he grabbed her leg and forced it down on the table. And his other paw had the knife in it already.

Sylvia tried to relax herself, panting heavily. She clenched her teeth, then strained as she felt the blades bite just over her left knee.

It bit deep and smoothly. Shira concentrated as he pulled the knife through the shaft of her thigh bone. It was incredible how sharp it was, yet he had to be careful not to slip or get stuck here. Sylvia's leg suddenly came loose, only held back by tendons and muscle and skin. And within the final smooth pull, he had those severed too.

Sylvia screamed. It was a whining bleat, full of pain and instinctive sorrow of her loss, but at the same time she shuddered blissfully. The climax he had denied her earlier, now it came and she moaned, pain mixing with pleasure into something greater and hard to describe.  Her thigh cramped. Its blood vessels were straining in reflex to stop the torrent that was pouring out of her, but this time her strength couldn't cease the flow. Only as Shira pulled the strap tight did the bleeding stop.

Sylvia shuddered. The feeling of her life juice pouring out at such a rate was weird and frightening, even if had just lasted for such a short moment. She glanced at her now much shorter leg, while her lower leg joined her severed hooves on the now blood splattered table.

Her voice trembled and failed her, so she simply stretched out her arm towards Shira, begging for her severed lower leg. He gave it to her eagerly, and she looked at it from all sides. It was still warm, but completely relaxed. She undid the strap from its lower end, where her foot had been, then licked a single drop of blood, her blood, from the stump. Shivering she gave both back to her mate and smiled.

He bent forward and gave her a kiss. She grabbed him and pulled him down on her, so he could feel her trembling lips, her fast breath. Taste her fear and her pleasure and the metallic taste of her own blood on her lips. And she felt that he was hard and slightly moist, just from watching her. But again she let him go, and he took the knife once more.

This time he put the strap on first and pulled it tight just above where he was about to cut. Her leg throbbed, constricted, then it just felt constrained. And then he cut and she stopped feeling her lower leg at all. No scream this time only a long restrained moan. 

Sylvia couldn't even kick anymore, just flay her two stumps around. Her whole center of weight was off, she couldn't push herself up anymore. Helplessly she stretched out her arms to Shira so he would pull her up. But he didn't.  Instead he put one of the straps above her wrist, and she stared at it for a second, knowing what it meant.

But the gazelle shook her head. She didn't want to loose her hand like that.  Instead she opened the strap again, and pulled it up her right arm as close to her shoulder as she could.

Shira nodded and stepped to the other side of the table, then pushed her arm flat on the board. He felt the gazelle flex her fingers a few times. They cramped as he pulled the knife through her upper arm, then relaxed completely.  Her arm flopped down on the table, limp and wet.

Sylvia whimpered and looked at her shoulder stump. She wanted to touch her sex, but her arm wasn't there anymore, so she placed herself flat on her back and reached down with her left.

Shira let her, placed his own paw over her hand and smiled at her, feeling her sleek fingers pleasure her moist nethers until her whole body flexed and shifted. The short stump of her right shoulder twitched and trembled. Her eyes were closed, but she felt that he attached the strap to her other arm.

'Just one more moment...' she thought, biting her lip, but she felt the knife already.

Then her fingers cramped into her sex hard and involuntarily. She arched and felt her cum against her fingers. Then she didn't feel her fingers anymore, but she did feel her hand on her crotch relax and go numb. Even though, now it was now no longer part of her.

Shivering she opened her eyes and watched Shira gently take her other arm away. He placed it next to the first, smiling gently and in anticipation.

She realized she was completely immobile now. Not even able to turn around.  Her shoulders were little more than stumps, and her thighs couldn't get a leverage on anything, just flop around. And in a moment, in a few seconds that would be taken from her as well.

Her inner thigh was sensitive, and the strap slightly tickled her fur. She tried not to giggle, she didn't even feel the pain anymore. Endorphins had kicked in and turned the burning pain into a numb nuisance. But it felt so nice to have the blade eat through her thigh once more.

She looked into Shira's eyes as he butchered her leg. He had already finished the cut and lifted her thigh, now nothing more than a piece of meat. But he put it down gently to her other parts, almost as if she could be reassembled that way. And put into that place her thigh looked again like they belonged there, with the other leg parts in place. Made her leg whole in a way, detached as it was.

She had trouble watching him though as she could no longer turn herself around. She wished she had kept her arms longer, but at the same time this helplessness was wonderful. He could go and cut her legs off and she couldn't do anything even if she wanted. Her remaining leg stump flopped helplessly as Shira caught it and forced it down. And then it too went missing with this weird tugging sensation that took a part of her away.

Now the gazelle was completely immobile. She could flex her body, twist a bit, but that wasn't even enough to shift herself.

Her stumps twitched and her breath went fast. She had to fight a slight nausea and black rings that started constricting her vision. But Shira knew how to keep her awake. His paw, claws extended grabbed her hip, right between her blood red stumps, where her puss twitched longingly.

Sylvia could still arch. Though not much more. Her hip rocket his probing paw, and her heart beat strongly fought the weakness that shock would have caused by now.

Only a few drops of blood squeezed through the tight straps around her stumps.

Shira couldn't resist. His feline member rock hard and urging, he rearranged Sylvia's torso, grabbed her gently at her waist and lifted her towards his hip.

She was so light and handy like this. Not heavy to begin with, without arms and legs she seemed to weight almost nothing. His own hip fur brushed against her rare leg stumps and she moaned, but he didn't care about the blood stains in his fur. He pressed her down on his cock, and enjoyed her rippling grasp around it. The only part of her safe her mouth that could still clench unto something, and clench she did.

Soon she screamed, the pleasure inside and the pain from her severed legs too much. Then he came, too and filled her with his seed.

For a while he just hung over her on the table, his chest heaving gently against her breasts. And they gave each other gentle kisses. Then he nibbled on her neck and gave her tiny love bites.

"What now?" She asked weakly.

"I'll cut your waist." He proclaimed smiling. She shuddered under him.

"The straps won't work there." she said.

"They will, when I put them inside you."

He placed his clawed finger on her belly, right on top of her bellybutton, then squeezed hard until he felt her heartbeat between her bowels.

She gasped moaning, then shuddered , knowing what this would mean.

"Oh yes, cut me open..."

She was excited, in fear, in anticipation, shuddered and twitched. But laying there so helpless he didn't even need to restrain her.  Just gently press his paw on her chest to keep her in place.

Then he sliced his knife through her belly skin, slowly, from between her rips downwards, through her bellybutton until almost to her crotch.

She screamed in a suppressed way, the cut through her belly muscles drove the wind out of her. Then his paws entered her, searched between her bowels until he grasped the thick pulsing vessel that run from her heart downwards. He couldn't see what he was doing, but he could feel and so could she.

It felt weird. Painful, certainly, though her mind hardly recognized it anymore. She clenched her teeth and panted fast but shallow. Every movement Shira did inside her made her clench and her breath stop.

He bit his lips, straining to keep the ordeal endurable for her, and finish quickly. He fastened a second strap around her vein. Then pulled his arms out if her.  She felt cold and shivered.

Her leg stumps started tingling slightly and went numb. So did her sex, though he she could still feel his paw there as he pleasured her one more time.  Stronger now, to make it through to her fading senses.

Her formerly pink flesh started turning slightly purple and he had to clench her hard to drive her further, but she rocked, shivering. Her hip spasmed and clenched, half in cramp, half in pleasure, while his other paw searched its way inside her belly once more, downwards, until he clenched around her sex from the very inside of her belly.

As she had almost reached her peak once more he dug his paw out and reached for his knife again. He placed it across her belly. Slowly so she could see.

Then he cut. Almost in sawing motions and the steel went through her, severed skin, muscles, bowels, right through her waist, while his other paw still drove her to a frenzy as he played one last time with her sex. 

When he felt her arch, he made one last quick slice, severed her back and spine, and she was in half.

Slimy bowels spilled from within her as he pulled her hip away, his paw still fingering Sylvia's sex. But she could no longer feel it. It had vanished in the moment of climax that now didn't seem to end at all. Her upper torso rocked, and her arm stumps flayed like little wings, as her chest heaved in spasms.

Only gasped little bleats escaped her as she could barely get any air in her lungs. She tried, but instead of breathing air, only the slimy bulge in her severed waist moved out of her until her innards were all sprawled over the table.

Shira couldn't see her suffer. He bent down to her snout, and kissed her, then filled her lungs with his breath. She let it happen and relaxed, her panic ebbed down. Though her lips still trembled, she no longer struggled but let him breathe for her. With strong loving breaths that filled what was left of her with live.

Her bowels smelled, and after he made sure Sylvia had enough air, he cleaned her out, cut the now useless organs out of her and threw them into a bin. He did the same thing with her lower belly.

She watched it, and tried to breathe on her own. And she managed, though it was difficult and her breaths staid shallow.

It felt much better as he kissed her again and filled her lungs with air. Her sexual urge burned inside her, though it missed the tingling warmth between her legs. That part was gone except for a strain in her back. All the better felt his claws on her breasts, then his teeth as he nibbled on her until tiny red dots appeared on her firm mammals.

Shira placed her hip where her legs already were. Detached and in pieces, but the way he arranged it, it looked almost as if she belonged that way.

Then he took the knife once more. His other paw rested on Sylvia's chest, and he felt her heart beat faster. She trembled, gulped, awaited his final cut readily. She had given herself to him, all of her. Not for the first time and always for the last. It was easy now.

But he took his time, brushed over her chest with his claws, kissed her one more time. Then he lowered the blade until it left a tiny red line across her throat.

He could see her throat jump as she gulped once more, her gaze glued on his eyes. Hhe waited till she had relaxed. Then he pulled through. Not too fast, slow enough so she could feel the bite of his blade as it severed her neck.  Her mouth stood open and her lips shivered. A gush of blood gave the blade additional lubrication.

Her chest heaved one final time, tried to draw in air through her severed wind pipe. Then his blade had reached her spine and went through.

Her mouth opened as if to say something. A surprised expression in her face.  But her head rolled sideways and her gaze could no longer rest on his. She could see out of the corner of her eyes how he took up what was left of her. A bust without a head, not much more. Blood kept gushing out of her neck in a few last heartbeats that she couldn't feel anymore. What was left of her body stubbornly clung to live even on its own, and she smiled weakly.

She realized like through a haze that he took her head, showed her her own body. Then he kissed her again, long and passionately. But she couldn't even tell for sure what he actually did and what she just imagined in a hazy dream that slowly engulfed her like a swamp her mind was sinking in.

Shira parted his lips from hers long after the trembling in her lips had stopped. He took her head over to the cylindrical tube Sylvia had stepped out of once more. Her gaze had broken by then, she couldn't see, nor feel as he placed her head into the machine.

And the machine took her head apart mercilessly. Layer for layer coherent focused beams captured every single molecule for a fraction of a second, and a computer kept track of proteins, cells, fibres. And as the matter that had just been watched disintegrated into smoke and plasma and the beams focus wandered further, a computer put the tiny bit of data into a puzzle it was building in its memory.

Bone, skin, muscles, brain. Sylvia's head evaporated. It always hurt Shira to see her being disintegrated in such a crude, mechanical way. But currently he was more concerned about the image on the monitor. 

The system wasn't flawless. What it couldn't measure it tried to guess and reconstruct. It didn't have to store every single atom of Sylvia's body, nor could it, since it lacked the memory. But her body was repetitive. Every cell shared the same genetic code. Proteins existed, identical by the millions.  Even the cell types it could abstract. Last but not least it already had scans of Sylvia to compare. Though the structures had changed they were still similar.

The more difficult part was to match the scan of Sylvia's severed head with the older scan of her body. Connect nerves, fibres, bones at the right spot.  That didn't always work. Long after nothing was left of Sylvia's head, the monitor finally blinked green. "Processing ... 100%. Coherent solution found."

Relieved Shira attempted to save Sylvia's new scan permanently, to resurrect he later, with the newly acquired memories of being cut apart by him, for him.

But this time the system didn't comply.

"Insufficient disk space on target device."

Concerned he browsed over the stored files.

- Sylvia after they had first met. After she had agreed to let herself disintegrated alive by his machine. He remembered her screams as the machine was eating through her. Too fast to die first, but slow enough to feel it.

- Sylvia the previous month. They had had an argument that he was afraid of having again. Sylvia had won, but she didn't remember. He had resurrected he older state. The Sylvia that wanted to leave him only existed on his disk.  And now he had Sylvia that so readily let herself cut apart for him.

He decided he like the submissive Sylvia more. To make room for her, he deleted the older file.

Sylvia's mind, body, her memories, her self. All frozen on a digital data plate. And then gone, overwritten by another, more submissive variant of herself. He felt bad doing it, but it was just the press of a button. And he didn't want to loose HIS Sylvia either.

Then again there were countless times that there simply hadn't been enough left of her. Or the computer hadn't been able to scan her correctly, had presented him with a mismatch after taking what was left of her apart.

Sylvia didn't remember those deaths - she was of course restored from an older scan, and her tragic ends had never happened.

Shira just shrugged and discarded those thoughts. This was depressing. Instead he walked back to the bench where Sylvia's dismembered body was still waiting for him.

He looked at the sexy pieces and wondered what to do with her. She was the better cook. Maybe it would be worth to restore her immediately, he thought.  The process took a few hours, but she could do the cooking. It was worth the waiting. In the meantime he would put her pieces into the fridge. Except the hoof - he wanted to make a knife handle out of that for a while now.