Getting Medieval

Story by WinterDusk on SoFurry

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Hello, again! Just wrote this today. Took a bit, I ended up rewriting a few parts multiple times, because I didn't like how they worked into the rest of the story. All done now, though.

This takes place in a fictional medieval universe, at and unknown time and place. It all happens in a dungeon, where a captured iguana is tortured quite brutally, for an unknown reason. Kinda just a fap fic, but I really enjoyed making it.

Hope you enjoy reading it! It's pretty gruesome, so don't read it if you're not into that.


The rather modestly dressed female had gripped her iguana by the sack, digging her claws into the skin in a threatening manner. This elicited a whimper from the male, who had been stripped naked and bound with thick leather straps to a wooden chair. His wrists and ankles were tied down, preventing him from much movement, as well as any chance to fight back. The lioness had been staring the other reptile down in the eye, as her fingers dug further into his scrotum. She had not done any damage yet, and was hardly trying to hurt him, although her actions had horrified the iguana to his core. He blinked quickly in fear, eyes darting from his groin to his torturer.

The lioness's claws were quite sharp, and began to draw a few drops of blood as superficial damage was done. She held him like this, reveling in his fear for his fate. With her keen senses, she could smell the sweat, and the panic that she drew from him. This was only the beginning though, and she didn't want to ruin him too quickly.

Once she'd had her fun intimidating the poor male, she swiftly got to work. Her paw released her victim's sack, and reached up instead to grab at his limp and retreating cock. The soft touch of her pads gave the reptile a twinge of excitement deep within him. She then began to work her hand up and down his length, further confusing the male. It was impossible to resist though, and soon enough, he began to stiffen. It did not take long before he was at full mast, his pink phallus warming the gentle caress of the female.

She wasted no time, as she had him right where she wanted him. The lioness pulled a leather strip from her pocket, not unlike those used to restrain her captive, although reasonably smaller. With the cock still in her hand, she gripped it at the base and began to squeeze hard enough for the veins of the member to become visible. The iguana inhaled sharply at this gesture, pupils dilating. The female paid not attention to him, and wrapped the strip around his cock where she had grasped it. She then let go, much to the displeasure of the male. This was that she could do her work in peace, without the need to worry about him shriveling up on her.

A wickedly curved knife, sleek and made of iron, was then pulled from a drawer by the lioness, located near the chair. Having spotted it, the iguana's eyes bugged out of his head.

"Listen, you can't do this... I've done nothing wrong!" he pleaded, pulling at his restraints and rocking in his chair. Once again, the female ignored him, grasping him once again by the cock. She held it steady, squeezing it tightly in the center. She lowered the knife to him it and placed the edge of the blade underneath the glands of the phallus, pressing it deep into the flesh. Her victim trembled, looking up at the cobblestone ceiling, not daring to watch. He whispered mumbled quietly to himself, most likely praying to some god.

The lioness licked her lips and, with a jerk of her hand, sliced a deep, penetrating gash onto the side of his cock. Hot, searing pain spread through the reptile's entire body, tears forming in his eyes. He bit his tongue with force he knew not that he had, giving him a strong taste of metallic liquid. Blood began to drip from the incision that the female had made, pouring down his cock and onto his leg, as well as the seat of the chair. The mammal grinned to herself and examined the blade, and the streak of crimson that had been left on it. She extended her tongue and very carefully licked it off, as to not cut herself. She savored the taste, and looked back down at the iguana's dick. It stood erect, blood still dribbling from the cut she had made. The iguana had tears pouring down his face, leaning his head back as he processed the pain.

The job was not finished, though. The female once again placed the blade upon his cock, sliding it into the already created wound, a wheeze coming from the animal it was attached to at the renewed pain. She held it steady, this time near the base, and began to saw side to side. The iguana cried out in agony, digging his claws deeply into the chair that he sat in. With every motion, another wave of hell swept through the phallus of the male. By this time, the lioness was halfway through his cock, and began to saw more carefully as not to slip. Seconds felt like hours, and after what seemed like an eternity, the head of the iguana's cock was completely severed, and fell onto the floor with a soft 'plap.' Blood gushed from the wound, a pool forming under the ass of the iguana, some of it pouring down onto the floor where his feet rest. He sobbed and gritted his teeth together, his eyes bloodshot and dripping with salty tears.

The lioness knew he would not bleed out, due to the strap she tied to him. Not very quickly, at least. She leaned down and plucked the bloody glands of her victim's penis up, reaching out and showing it off to the male. With eyes full of horror, he stared at it, choking back sobs. She let his watch for a moment, before popping it into her maw. Her razor sharp teeth ground into it, tearing it to a bloody pulp, before she finally gulped it down with glee. The iguana closed his eyes, his breathing heavy. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

The female discarded the bloody knife, tossing it to the side. In the drawer she looked, and in excitement, she pulled out an old and rusted cast iron thumbscrew. Her captive was too pained and exhausted to notice it, until she pushed his mutilated dick out of the way, and instead cupped the supple eggs that lay under it. She rolled them around in her paw for a bit, playing with the undamaged manhood for a bit.

Once the tortured man calmed down, the blood flow from his member slowing, she slipped the fat eggs into the toothed grip of the thumbscrew. This was quite unconventional, but she wanted to try anyway. The female made sure that both stones were securely inside, turning the screws on them a few rotations to make sure they wouldn't escape, as well as a few extra for good measure.

Content with her progress so far, and the sight of the two nuts bulging out from the iron grip, she ran her finger along one of the male's testes. It felt slippery and scaly, as well as very warm. It also felt soft, and unimaginably vulnerable. There was no way for her to resist. She kneeled between the legs of the prisoner, face-to-balls with him. He didn't look too happy, biting his lip as his breathing quickened, a dull pain in his loins from the pressure already on them. The lioness placed both paws on the screws located on the top of the thumbscrew, one for each. She then started to turn each slowly, gazing at how it began to clamp down on the manhood of the iguana. The cold metal teeth pressed deeply into his testicles, as they squirmed and quivered under them. They began to flatten, and the male began to vocalize. He thrashed around in his bondage, desperate to escape in any way he could. The unending crush of the iron on his nuts was too much for him to handle, and he screamed for his dear life. The cry echoed through the room, and down the halls of the dungeon- not heard by a soul.

The lioness gave a toothy grin to herself as she destroyed his most sensitive organs, and turned the screws even further. The middles of the balls squashed out, the flesh hitting their limit. They bulged out and threatened to burst, and the iguana could feel it. He screamed his vocal cords out, lungs aching for oxygen, but it was nothing compared to the pure agony he felt. His only line to continue his dynasty- his entire gene pool, was between his legs, being demolished. He imagined his fertility screaming upwards at him, pleading, as it was snuffed out permanently.

The pain surged through his limbs and to his core, his body throwing everything it had out in a pitiful attempt to save his reproductive organs. He felt hot bile rising in his throat, and leaned off to the side of his chair, spilling a load of vomit onto his arm, as well as the floor. He tried to kick his legs and arms to no avail, his eyes rolling into the back of his head...

He was completely unconscious, and went limp. The lioness twisted and twisted, until finally, the berries she had worked so hard to destroy finally gave way. With a wet, lewd 'squick,' both of the former male's glory was crunched into unrecognisable gristle. However, she did not stop, and continued turning until she was absolutely sure they were flattened like pancakes. All that remained of the iguana's genitals were a horribly mutilated and bloody penis, and a sack full of paste. This satisfied the cruel torturer at long last, but strengthened her lust to further ruin males...