The Paw Slave
The Paw Slave
Original Images done by Ahastar
Concept (c) Ahastar
Story Adaptation done by Timanth
Oh my brother, why did you have to leave me this way? There was so much to do, so many things to learn. We could have had so many good experiences together. I'm sure mother didn't mean for it to end for you this way, trampled into the ground by sadistic predators. So I lay you to rest, with a fine layer of mud upon your tortured body, in hopes that you find the paradise that we all seek after we are gone from this world.
Thus was the funeral sermon that I recited for my brother, now departed from the earthly world. I took one more look at his poor, tortured body, and nosed him once, twice, in the muzzle, then turned tail and started speeding away. I closed my eyes as I left his body, and our future, together behind me. He'd been such a good sibling, one who was always willing to support his younger companions. The dust I kicked up formed a plume of brown behind me as I ran away from what I hoped to forget as soon as possible. I never stopped running until I crashed against what seemed to be a gray rock covered in moss. Collapsing against it, I panted for breath, trying to slow the beating of my heart. It was then, after I calmed down, that I noticed that the rock was a little soft. And it was covered in scales. Even as realization hit me, and I started to scramble, it was too late. A massive clawed hand reached down and grabbed me, squawking loudly, by the tail. Their hissing voices boomed over my head. One of them sounded like a female. The other, much to my apprehension, sounded male.
"Well, brother. That's the second one we've caught today...you think he'll last as long as the other one did?"
"It's hard to say...they all look so frail, don't they?"
"Well, mother's away for quite awhile this time, so let's try and make him last, shall we? We don't want to go hunting for another one so soon."
"Indeed, my little sister, we want to save our energy for torturing this little morsel..."
My panic had been mounting ever since the start of their conversation. My mind reeled with their eerie comments. Other one...torture? Oh no...it couldn't be...they couldn't possibly be talking about my brother, could they? The female let out a horrible laugh that sounded halfway between a hiss and a chuckle.
"We didn't even let the little one have fun last time...at least he got a nice mud bath!"
"I'm sure this one's going to get at least a little fun out of this. He seems the type."
"Hmm...well, we could start with that now! Lay him on the ground, brother, I have the perfect idea!"
Ignoring my shrill protests, the clawed hand set me down on the ground, HARD. I could feel my bones cracking already, my skin bruising almost immediately. Groaning in pain, I barely had time to register where the acute stinging was coming from before a huge green paw lifted above my head. I had a good luck at the underside as it towered over me. It was a brownish color, no doubt from the dirt and mud it had been treading on all day. And now it was about to land on me. I shuddered with revulsion, and my stomach revolted with disgust. There was no time to think as the foot landed full on me, but in the place I least expected. It didn't land on my face, and the place it landed on caused me to jerk up and gasp. I moaned as the heavy hind paw somewhat gently stroked along the region between my legs. The pleasure racked me, but the revolting thought of what was happening kept my arousal in check. I could hear the female's hiss of anger as the lack of action against her foot agitated her temper.
The rubbing became harsher, heavier. It became more like a heavy tread, crushing my insides. I cried out in pain, the shrill sound mixing with the impatient hiss of the allosauress, creating a haunting melody. Her paw pad dug deep into my groin, causing deep agony to easily the most sensitive part of my body. She gave voice to her frustration through her foot, which she was actually grinding on top of me now. I could not resist, my body was too weak, and I let out a pathetic moan as my body lost control and my seed shot violently onto her sole. My body jerked with a natural reaction, and I let out a groan as I felt my bruised lower body being pressed deeper into the ground as the female allosaur lifted her other foot.
I wasn't surprised when it landed on my face, but it had a little more force than the last time it tormented my body. Immediately, the smell invaded my nostrils. I felt as if I was choking on the horrid stench of sweat and slime, and I could feel all the filth the allosauress had accumulated rubbing off on my face. Suddenly, the pressure increased tenfold and my mind screamed in agony as the female allosaur stepped up on one foot, putting all her weight on the foot that held my head captive. Then her other foot came crashing down on my lower body, and the weight lessened, although the pain still seared my skull. All else was forgotten, though as she started trampling me, lifting the foot on my head so my lower body was crushed to the ground, only to bring it back down again with earth-shattering force. Every time the foot on my lower body came down, she managed to grind it around abit, torturing my crotch even more. I knew that under such a brutal assault, my control wouldn't last long. The battering developed a cruel rhythm, the feet trampling above me adapting a bloody tempo. Left, right-grind, left, right-grind, it seemed the torment would never stop as bruise after bruise was inflicted upon my body, my bones creaking with the horrible weight. Finally, my body could take this stomping, grinding treatment no more and I came violently, uncontrollably, once again into her sole. Exhausted, I still felt the pain that pinned me down from above. The hideous weight shifted to my lower body, and I expected another brutal stomping, but what I got was much worse.
"Now, you pathetic lizard. We're going to have a bit more fun with you than we did the last one, so listen closely. I want you to lick all the filth off of my foot, and if I'm unsatisfied with your job, the lower half of your body becomes pulp. Understand?"
My muzzle was blocked shut by that huge foot covering my face, and I couldn't speak, but I tried to nod my head violently, hoping she would understand. Apparently, she did, because the next moment, a huge pressure upon my lower body signaled that she'd placed her other foot non-too-gently there.
"Good. Now begin, little pest, before I change my mind."
The sole was lifted off of me, and for the first time, I got a good look of what was really rubbing off on my face as the foot came to rest digitigrade beside my face. What I saw nearly made me empty my stomach. Tendrils of my dirtied seed stretched between the filthy sole and my face. The amount of dirt and mud stuck there was enough to make my stomach roil. And I had to lick off all of it, either swallowing or spitting it out. Somehow, I felt the latter would not be given to me as an option.
"What are you waiting for, pest? LICK!"
The imperious hiss brought me jumping back to my senses and I stretched out a tentative tongue, touching the filthy sole...and promptly retched. The taste was horrible! I could not even find enough words to describe it, the vile, seething tang seeming to squirm in my mouth like a live thing. The taste of mud and swamp slime mixed with the blood made my stomach turn, and the combination of sweat and semen was enough to make me throw up many times over, if I had anything to cough up. But food had been scarce, and the only thing I tasted besides the filth was sour bile in my throat.
"What's the matter, pest? Don't like the taste? Good! Now lick it all off before your lower body loses its shape. Oh, and another thing. Don't try spitting out what you've licked off. Swallow it all, or you're as good as dead."
Still retching with revolt, I reapplied my tongue to the dirty sole in front of my face, wiping it slowly across the skin in the hopes that I'd only have to go over it once. Apparently, it was not so. The dirt and grime that had accumulated on her foot was so thick that even after my tongue had been drawn across a small portion in a slow, disgusting swipe, only a shallow layer had been taken off. Trying not to vomit again at the taste, I dragged my tongue across again. And again, and again, until my tongue was so encrusted with the disgusting filth that I had trouble breathing past the chunk of foul stuff that my tongue had become. Scraping it off by running my tongue on my teeth, I'd primed my mouth for ejection of the repulsive slime when the pressure on my lower body increased horribly.
"Don't even think about it vermin! Swallow it or die!"
It seemed my tormentor was watching me quite closely. Left with no choice, I moved the foul mixture to the back of my throat and swallowed. And almost instantly coughed it back up again. Merely tasting the slime had no comparison to swallowing it! As the vile mixture traveled down my throat, I could feel every muscle in my body protesting at such a horrid intruder inside. My throat cramped and threatened to choke the filth back out again, but I forced it open and swallowed hard, knowing that my life rode on the balance. My stomach roiled and my mind reeled, the foul taste mixed with the potent stench of the foot in front of me almost making me pass out. But I hung on to my last shred of consciousness, knowing that the instant I let it go my life would flicker out like a candle in the breeze. Trying to control my rebelling stomach, I reached out for another mouthful of the vile filth, moved it into my mouth, and swallowed. This seemed to go on forever, my tongue dragging over the disgusting sole over and over again, being crusted with the mixture of dirt, slime, and my cum. My belly felt full, and yet chunk after chunk of filth was being taken down my throat, my mind forcing my tongue to lick off whatever was on the sole before me and swallow it.
The torture dragged on for eternity, my licking quickly adopting a vile rhythm, licking and swallowing with an almost mechanical steadiness. There seemed to be no end to the dirt and grime that flowed down my throat and into my tortured stomach. Every time my tongue and teeth scraped off a layer of the slime, another surfaced beneath it, adding eternities to my torment. Finally, the foot was as clean as I could make it, and I let go, my body collapsing in a miserable heap. I was too weak to move, too revolted to speak. But when the male allosaur spoke, his words were laden with the undercurrent tone that my torture was FAR from over.
"Well, sister," He growled, "Let me see your foot, to see if this pest did a good enough job."
Painfully opening my eyes, I was barely aware that the foot beside my head had been lifted, and held sole-up for the male's inspection. As my eyes followed his muzzle, held in scrutiny, my heart wrenched and my breath caught as I realized what the verdict would be, what the verdict already was from the moment I was caught by these two sadistic monsters.
"Pah!" He snarled, "Not even close, vermin! But since you licked with such enthusiasm, I suppose you wouldn't mind extending your services to me as well, hmm?"
As his words sank in through the haze of pain and nausea, I let out a surprised yelp as a gigantic taloned hand reached down and held my tail between two black and red fingers. The pressure increased intolerably, but I could do little more than whine in pain as I felt first one, then two, then the rest of my tailbones crumple and collapse under the immense crush. Tears rolled down my muzzle as I felt, painfully, the pride of my life being squished like a useless bug. I was lifted off the ground and dangled, the pain in my tail increasing horribly as all my weight was forced to hang from the crushed appendage. Another hand, green and white this time, closed around my body and squeezed HARD. I could feel ribs crack and break, and my insides churned and rearranged themselves into places they shouldn't be. It held me there for agonizing seconds that seemed like eternity, and then loosened its crushing grip on my poor body, but still holding it tight enough to hurt.
"Now that we have you in position," The female hissed, "You can start your...ministrations on my brother's foot, hehheh."
"Hold on, sister. We wouldn't want this vermin to work so hard he dies from exhaustion, eh? I guess I'll just have to wipe my filthy feet off a little."
At his words, my heart lifted in semi-futile hope. I knew that these two were sadistic predators and his remark probably had something to do with making my current torment even more unpleasant, but I could not help but feel a glimmer of hope that the male of the two might have a spark of compassion in him. He stalked away from us, leaving me clutched in the female's grasp, searching, I hoped, for a patch of grass to wipe his feet on. Unfortunately, it was just then that the female decided to have a little fun with me, and placed her other hand completely around my head, blocking my vision, but still allowing me to hear. I could still hear and feel the male stomping around, the force of vibration telling me when he was closer or farther. Thud, thud, thud...there was a pause, and I supposed the male had found what he wanted. His steps backed up, sounding further and further away. Then came a series of steps that sounded like running, and my hopes shattered into a million pieces. The sounds that followed confirmed my guess. Thudthudthud...SQUELCH! The male had not sought to make his feet any cleaner, but had intended to make his feet filthier and more disgusting, all the more to torture my already agonized stomach. Hissing with laughter, the female removed her hand, to let me behold a sight that promptly made me wretch just thinking about it. The male was grinding his feet, not in grass, but in a patch of wet, slimy mud! The thought of that mess of vile stuff was enough to nauseate me to no end. He stomped his feet over and over into the mud pit, grinding them into the ground as if he could coat them with a very thick layer of filth. Over and over again I witnessed him pressing his already-dirty feet into the mud, splaying and curling his toes to get the underside of his foot completely dirty. The eye torture went on for agonizing minutes, until the male turned to his sister. I could see him smile as he spoke to his sister, a cruel, heartless smile.
"Bring it over here, sister, I need my feet cleaned," He growled.
Chuckling darkly, the female complied, stalking over to the large red allosaur, making sure I was sufficiently jostled and squeezed along the way. Still hissing a little, she held me out for the male's inspection. I expected to be hurt a little more, maybe scratched by some sharp claws, but what I got was far worse. Suddenly, a huge, black muddy foot was shoved into my muzzle. Instantly, the stench of mud and musk invaded my nostrils. Try as I might, I could not avoid inhaling the foul stench of swamp mud, nor could I ignore all the slime that was being rubbed into my muzzle.
Above me, the male allosaur growled, "Yessssss, that's it, pest, breathe it all in, feel the mud all over your face. Now do the same as you did my sister!"
Feeling tears start to trickle from my eyes, I stuck out my tongue and pressed it to the filthy sole in front of me. Suddenly, taste was there as well as smell, and I almost gagged at the foul combination. If the female's foot tasted bad, then this should have killed me. The pungent scent shoved its way rudely up my nose, and the filth immediately slithered down my throat, like some vile, living worm. Almost as if sensing my disgust, the foot shoved closer to my face, literally scraping off the vast piles of gunk on my teeth, forcing my mouth wide open, only to coat the inside with mud.
"Swallow it, vermin! Swallow it all, or you die!" He demanded imperiously.
Left with no choice, I braced myself and swallowed what hadn't already been forced down my throat. Knowing that I did it voluntarily, no matter under what conditions, revolted me even further, and I almost coughed everything up. But the foot was shoved up against my nostrils, and I knew that if I retched, I'd instantly choke and suffocate. I could only force the nausea down and continue cleaning, hoping that this would eventually come to an end, either with life or death. Only fear kept me from choosing death. Mouthful after mouthful went down my throat, until I thought that I could not possibly hold any more in my tortured stomach. But I always found room, fear the driving force behind my actions now, not reason.
Suddenly, a harsh intrusion into my groin choked me with pain. I found that I couldn't swallow the mud in my mouth, the pain was so agonizing. Stealing a pained look back, I suddenly wished that I hadn't. The female had her claw shoved rudely in my groin and was pushing it deeper. The pain increased to an unbearable extent, then receded as she pulled her claw out again. I sighed in relief, only to scream out again as the claw probed deeper than before, stretching my crotch excruciatingly wide. But I had no time to think or complain, as the male had reached down, brutally wrenched my head back around, and shoved it into one of his toecrotches. It was even worse in here than on his sole. The brutal stench of foot and swamp mingled and mixed, attacking my senses and making my stomach flip. His toes squeezed around me, locking my head in tightly.
"Lick, you scum!" He roared imperiously.
Whimpering, I obeyed his wishes. The mud here had accumulated to such a great amount that it was actually compact, making sure I swallowed more with every mouthful I took. Combined with the demanding probing in my groin, this torture was almost unbearable, and I considered death. But after an interminable amount of time, the claw withdrew from my nether regions, and I heaved a heavy sigh as the toes around my muzzle unclamped and withdrew, drawing slimy tendrils of swamp mud with them.
Shivering and shuddering in a miserable state, I was left dangling in the female's grip, while the male seemed to ponder what to do with me. His answer chilled my blood.
"Hm...sister, you've stomped him enough times, but I haven't even gotten to do it once. Toss him on the mud. I'm going to have fun with him before we leave him for the scavengers. After all, it was fun playing with him."
I was tossed, screaming, to come to rest within the mud pit. Trying to get up, I found it impossible, as the mud slipped away under my touch, throwing me down again. My bones chilling, I realized that this was a perfect place to trap smaller beings like me. But no time was left for thought as by then, the male was upon me. I cried out in pain to a brutal stomp to my lower body, completely flattening it. The only thing that kept it from being crushed was the cushioning effect of the mud. Then a terrible weight descended on my upper body, completely smothering my head and pressing it deep into the mud. The allosaur male began to stomp, lifting his heavy, brown-padded feet up and down in a rhythm that was eerily similar to his sister's. Right, left, right, left, all my world was blotted out except for the pain that held me in its grip, the pain that was my body, my soul. His stomping continued, long after bloody tendrils dripped from my mouth and my nose. My blood mingled with mud, forming a viscous, disgusting fluid. But the feet above stomped on, left, right, left. The agony seemed to go on forever, but worse torture was to come.
The feet stepped off of me, giving me respite, and I dared hope that my ordeal was over, that my tormenters had left me to die. But a huge clawed hand reached down and flipped me over onto my back! I saw the brown-padded foot rise high into the air, only to come crashing down onto my groin. Screaming in pain, I didn't see the other foot until it too was upon me, crushing my muzzle into the mud again, compressing my chest so I could barely breathe. The male started his bloody rhythm once again, lifting each foot high before trampling it back down brutally, making sure to grind his foot to shatter my bones. I could feel the shards of what used to be bone digging against my skin, threatening to spear through in a violent act of brutality. There wasn't enough air to breathe, and my lungs were compressing. Slowly, slowly, my vision started to fade to black. Then the heavy footfalls stopped, and pain descended on me more acute than anything I had ever felt before, and I saw the black and brown soles lift from me, flying up into the air and dwindling, before hanging there, as if suspended. I hoped that they would stay there forever. But they started to grow, and I saw my life flash before my very eyes. Then they were upon me, and I saw black and brown, felt blinding, burning pain all over my body, the smell and taste of swamp mud and saurian feet intruding my senses for one last mind-bending, searing time, and then...and then...nothing.
The End