Taken By A Monster Part 2
Herein it continues. I haven't worked on it for some time, but I did lately. There's hope ahead, I swear. This story is MEANT to be violent and cruel,dark and malicious. It's not meant to be a FUN read. It's disgusting to me, personally. But here it is anyways.
Then I felt a hand touch myback. A decidely human hand, caressing my spine, my tail. his hand wandered down my scales, gently. I could hear him gasp.
"She's real. She's actually, completely real. A real dragoness. Mine."
I snorted, but being bound and muzzled, I couldn't speak a word. He didnt' even seem to notice. His hand trailed down and around my tail, touching my anus lightly, them moving to my vent, where his fingers lightly stroked the aching muscles. I gasped at his feather light touch on the sore muscles.
He noticed, of course, that this was something I was enjoying, that feeling of his hand on my hole. His fingers caressed me for some moments, and I could feel that even with the pain still fresh in my mind, I was still wet, still ready, still desirous of something to truly mate with me.
He chuckled to himself as he touched me, it seemed to me like he didn't quite believe I was real. I shook against my bonds as he toyed with me, his tiny human fingers not nearly enough to make me feel anything more than flutters of pleasure. Then he backed off. His hands moved from me, and I whined softly at the feeling of being alone, of no longer being touched. I could hear him moving around, in that space, wherever it was that we were.I heard him move back, to stand behind me once more. I whined, letting him know, I would take his member, I wanted to be fucked still, and I knew, humans are much smaller than dragons, he would not hurt me with his.
I felt a cold, cool hand slither across my back, across my tail, around my tail, to rest lightly against my anus. I shivered at the cold touch of a finger on that puckered hole, suspecting that this human had other plans, that he did not intend to mount my vent at all.
I was right. He didn't waste any time. I knew then, this would not be a pleasurable experience either. I struggled briefly against my bonds, rattling them, grinding my teeth against the muzzle. NOthing gave. It all held me still, kept me from biting, from clawing, from saying "no."
The human laughed.
"You think, fair lady, that we do not know how to deal with dragons? We specialize in these things! We know how to keep a dragoness contained. You will never break those bonds.Until we free you, that is."
I slumped against my bonds, waiting. Knowing he was right. Every motion of my body was making me ache anew anyways, so I thought to myself, it will be over, eventually. Just wait it out. Let him take his pleasure. Eventually, they would have to free me. Eventually, I coudl rend the flesh from their bodies, and destroy them for their casual rape of my body.
I felt his hands grip my hips, and his member touched my anus, a small warm questing beast against me. I shuddered my muscles, trying to clench that hole closed, trying to keep him from violating that. To no avail. His member was small, and well-lubricated, and I was bound. He pressed against that pucker, and I felt the muscles start to give around him, letting him push himself in, little by little. Hiss as I did against the muzzle, I coudl do nothing..
I found that his member was not very small at all. It was actually quite large, not as large as a dragons, but still, it caused considerable amounts of pain to wash over me. I fought against my bonds again, as he raped me, shoving his member further and further into a place that it had no right to go, tearing again the muscles, the tender skin of that part of me. If he had been careful, it might have only stretched. Instead, all I felt was pain as he brutally pushed, wedging himself inside of me, all of him pushing into my body.. It seemed to go on forever. there was no end to the amount of pain being generated in me from this.
Finally, I felt his hairy balls slap against my body. He was hilted in me, the entirety of his horrible member inside of me. It hurt, but not like the last time. Not so bad that it was all-encompassing. I stood still, and waited. When I stood still, it didn't hurt nearly as bad. I suppressed all of my muscles, consciously making an effort not to try to expel him. I knew that now, he would hump for awhile, then squirt his load, then leave me alone. Hopefully. Maybe even let me go.
Such was not to be, unfortunately for me. He did do just that, humping against me, pulling out, digging in, his puny hands gripping the scales of my hips. He lunged back and forth in me until he shook and gasped with his completion. I could feel the hot liquid pour from him, running deep inside me. H did not remove himself right away, after he started to slow down in pumping against me. He waited, standing there behind me, his member buried deep within my ass, until he was completely finished filling me with seed. When he removed himself, I felt him put a plug into my ass, a wide thing that held my bleeding muscles open, holding that seed within my body. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything, I just slumped there, hanging across that bench, vulnerable, my body pulsing with the ache and the pain of being held open.
And still horny.
My guts ached with the now cold seed trapped inside them, the acid of human seed burning the muscles within me, a deep searing pain that I knew there would be no quick release from. I was crying by now, tears rolling down my face to puddle on the ground around my muzzle. My entire body ached with the position I was held in, the metal long since having rubbed sores into my legs. And yet I was still horny, still desirous of a mate.
I could hear the human walking around somewhere, his footsteps echoing. From the sounds, I think I was in a warehouse of some sort. I heard a door creak, and more than one set of feet enter. Then I heard something that chilled me to the bone.
"This the one, Greg? Standard fee paid, already loosened, bound so she can't move? How much?"
I realized then...this was an entire setup. I was the main piece of meat here...something to be paid for and fucked. And there was nothing I could do about it. My scent would drive them wild, regardless of species. I moaned against my bonds, and heard a rushed whisper go through the people behind me.
"Gods, Greg, she's beautiful. Look at that thing flare. Makes me want to take her right now."
"Standard fee, fellows. $25 for 20 minutes, an additional $5 for every minute after. No more than 30 minutes total. I've even taken the liberty of loosening her anus for anyone who desires that. She's plugged and ready. She'll take you in either hole."
I could hear the whisper of cash being exchanged, and I waited, knowing that everything had just changed again, that now...now I was going to have unspeakable things done to me. I had hoped that it would be one man, one creature. I could stand that. Now, everything was different. I was going to be used, over and over, by different men. Possibly different species. I would be taken, again and again, and nothing would stop them. And this human bastard would profit over me.
And still I would be in heat. Ill-used, but still...ready, until mated properly.
They were all eager, I could feel that. The first one to approach me wasted no time. I heard a zipper, the rush of cloth falling from a body, and then a muted hush in the room. There was no warning. The plug was forcefully yanked out, causing me to scream against my muzzle, my body going taunt, and a member speared into me, mounting deep into me, much larger, fatter, hotter, than the man before. It drove into me, reopening the wounds that had started to scab, spilling my blood once more around my flesh.
It went on like this for hours. I couldn't do anything. I just stood there, limp, wanting love, but finding no pleasure in their embraces. Over and over, I was taken like an animal, mounted and humped. Rutted. Struggle as I might, nothing stopped them. My vent swelled with teh torn muscles, feeling puffy and numb. My anus gaped open, the tight muscles loosened to the point of being unable to close after each person took it. Seed coated my legs, sticky and making me itch. It filled my guts, spilling out with each male that buried himself in me.
The chains on my body were buried in my skin at this point. I had long since caused them to dig into me, with my struggling. My tail had long since gone completely numb. I was in so much pain, I was nearly unconscious with it, my vision spotted, my body shaking back and forth.
And over everything, I heard that human laugh. Everytime, I heard them talking about how fine an ass I was, how much they loved to take me. After a long time, i stopped trying to do any struggling at all. barely felt the pain. Felt nothing, really. Just that eternal feeling of being filled, mounted, humped, then left. I just stood there, a living doll to them, nothing more than a piece of ass.
I started to give up hope. here i was, bound and tied, muzzled, unable to move. Every part of me so tired, it seemed like I would never find peace. Every part of me ached, screamed with pain. But it was all a dim feeling, to me. Everything was just...receding into the back of my head. I stood there, eyes closed, body shivering, waiting.
And eventually, it did end. No more cocks thrust in me, no more seed poured into my guts. No more males bit me or clawed me or took me. nothing. Just...the sound of that human, Greg, moving around.
I could hear him chuckling.
"Oh, dragoness, you have made me rich tonight, you and your lovely ass. You have made me a very rich human indeed, and for that, I will leave you alone. I'll even clean you, since you cannot clean yourself right now.
So he did...hosing me off like some animal. Spraying my holes, cleaning my vent and my anus. Quickly, carefully. I felt some relief...thatno longer did the seed burn within me. I sighed, and waited, as nothing happened for some time.
Then I heard it. Big thumps, from big feet. I knew then...he was back. That massive dragon...was back.
he was chuckling as he came in.
"Ah, my fine little prize, you've been well-used, I see. But not broken. I like that. Fire in the blood is a good thing. How I am going to enjoy taking you again and again, my lovely little thing. And you're still bound. Such a lovely thing, to see a lady bound helplessly. I'm going to enjoy this immensely."
I whimpered against my bonds, shaking my head what small amount was allwoed to me, tears sliding down my face again. I already ached so badly, yet I knew this was the least of my problems. I was tied, and could not resist.
His feet shook the floor as he came closer to me, so close I could feel the breath on the back of my neck. I felt a single claw trail itself down my back, the tip touching me, moving down my thighs, trailing across my aching muscles. When it reached my anus, I heard him chuckle, and his sharp claw nicked the edge.
"So lovely, to see a lady used so well. You will take this easily, loosened as you are. And your blood is so warm against me. Such a tasty thing."
I whimpered softly, closing my eyes. I could feel him getting close to me, his hot member once more pressing against me. So large, it felt huge on my sore ass. And I knew, he planned on putting that in my anus. He was going to take me in a place scarcely larger than the tip of a claw. I knew...there would be no pain like this pain. This pain would stay with me for a long time.
He growled down at me, and placed both of his hands on my back, the clawtips digging into my scales roughly. He hissed against me.
"First bitch-dragon, I mark you. You are mine. you will always be mine. I will break you, lovely one, to my pleasures."
Then I felt it in me, a hot stream, spraying my muscles, burning in my wounds. The stream so forceful it sprayed deep into me, burning. My eyes shot wide, and I screamed against the muscle, every part of me going taunt and straining. The chains creaked around me, but held tight, tearing into my muscles. I struggled, willing to cripple myself, to get away from the incredible pain of that stream in me. He was PISSING on me, I realized with a start, and that urine was getting into my wounds, burning like fire inside of me. I kept struggling, heedless of the blood running down my legs, the sharp pains in my neck as I strained.
He roared above me at my struggles, and I felt his teeth close on my neck, his body across mine. He held me, stilling me, forciing me to be still. And still that hot stream shot into me, burning, painfully shooting into me. It pooled around my legs. When he finally stopped spilling urine against me, I felt him shaking against me, drops of urine splattering against my legs.
He let go of my neck, and licked my spilling blood.
"Now you are marked, bitch. My bitch. You are marked as mine, and I am going to keep you. Your ass is mine, bitch."
I could feel him moving behind me again. I was crying still, the pain was still so bad, i just wanted to die.
"You think this is bad, bitch? Here, try this!"
I screamed then, as his massive length pressed against my anus, driving the head of it in in one massive lunge, tearing the muscles with a wet tearing sound, spearing me. I couldn't move at all, so paralyzed by that terrible pain. He growled against me, digging his claws deep into me, as he gripped me, pushing himself further. My body could only take so much of him at a time, and I knew it was frustrating him, to only be able to push so much of himself into me. He growled, and bit hard at me, his claws tearing grooves into my body, until finally, all of him was within my anus, inside of my guts. I felt such pain it was unimaginable, as he moved. He couldn't even pull himself out, when he tried.
I heard him chuckling against my neck.
"Oh lovely bitch, you're so warm, so delicious. I should eat you now, tear living chunks of flesh from you and tear you apart, for this pleasure of being in you. B ut I will not ruin my pleasure by destroying you. Yet. Continue to please me, and I will let you live, lovely bitch. My bitch."
I howled against him as he writhed against me, his member twitching deep within me, driving blasts of hot seed deep within me. he did not take as long this time, but there was so much pain, I might have blacked out for several moments from it. All I know is that I screamed against my muzzle and struggled hard one last time, as I felt him forcibly tear himself from me, his member coming out of my anus with a hard painful lunge, spilling blood and seed down me once more.
I blacked out then, as I felt my blood pumping from me. I hoped at that moment that he had torn an artery, and perhaps I could bleed out and be done with this horrible pain that wracked my body.
Such was not to be. I woke up slowly, the pulse of blood still strong. I couldn't move, everything hurt, nothing was moving. My eyes opened blearily, and I found myself staring into the smiling face of my tormentor. He stood there, looking at me, grinning at me. I just looked at him, then sighed and closed my eyes. I mumbled softly,
"Just kill me. Stop playing with me. Kill me, get it over with. Let me die."
I heard him chuckle, and felt his warm breath across my skin as he trailed a tongue down my back. He spoke, his voice rumbling against my scales.
"Ah, but lovely, to die swiftly would hardly be worth all of this. Slowly, my sweet, slowly will I devour you, lovely, lovely lady who still smells so sweet, so delightful."
His tongue lapped blood from me, tickling my body, moving across my back, my legs, my neck. I felt then like a small insect, trapped in the web of a spider. There was no escape. There was nothing I could do. I could not move, every breathe was pain, and there he stood, tasting me, treating me like a piece of meat. Which to him, I assume I was. At that point, there was nothing I could truly do. So I did what I could. I gave in. I lay there, unresisting, not trying to move, not trying to get away. Death was inevitable...so I decided...why bring greater pain to myself, if it was not neccessary? Why do that to myself? Why not just give in?
I heard him chuckling over me, as he continued running his tongue across my thighs, licking my torn muscles, lapping at the blood I could still feel trickling warmly down my legs. Tears started falling down my face, and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, intent on not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I simply let myself lay there, limp, unresisting. Not trying to keep him away. He spoke then,
"Oh, lovely dragoness, good girl, giving in. So sweet, your submission to me, humbled to me. Good, good dragoness. Lovely, lovely girl. I can't resist. Maybe I will make this quick. Since you no longer fight me...maybe I will simply kill you fast, and take my time eating your bones."
I could feel his teeth then, against my neck, nipping at the torn edges of my wounds. Tearing strips of flesh away from my neck, making fresh blood pour down my neck, heat trickling over me. I moaned at the pain of his teeth yanking at the edges of that wound. I felt him on top of me, his front claws digging into my paws, his heavy body crouching over mine, my tiny form dwarfed by his massive size. I could feel his member on my back as he busied himself worrying pieces of my flesh off of my body, the length of it throbbing against my scales, hot and slick with my blood.
Eventually, he stopped. Running his tongue along my neck, he whispered into my ear,
"One last time. One more time, dragoness, and then you die."
I just laid there, unresisting. I felt nothing anymore. My vision was so foggy, I don't think I was truly conscious. I just felt a cold sensation under my tail when he took me. I felt nothing....just coldness, and that feeling of everything being distant. When he came to his conclusion, it simply felt like water, flowing out of me. I didn't even feel the blood anymore. I was able to move my head a little, and I stared at him, as he bit me. Right on the base of my tail, the fleshy part of my tail where the muscles are strong. I could hear the slurping of blood, the crunching through tissues and the snapping of the delicated bones. He didn't seem to care.
For that matter, I didn't care. I didn't feel anything. There was nothing to truly make me feel. Just that feeling of coldness, spreading in me, even as I watched him bolt down a piece of my flesh, watching it bulge in his throat as he swallowed. I laid my head back down with the last of my strength, and watched a bug taht was walking in front of me on a piece of grass. I wanted to keep my eyes open. To see. To see how long I would live.
I could feel his teeth close on the wound on my neck, burrowing into the torn flesh. I felt the edges tearing into me, and yet, there was no pain. Nothing. Just the feeling of cold. I felt him tear the flesh, and in an instant, he tore it free. I felt the blood flowing from me, more than ever. I knew that by then, I had to be a bloody ruin. I knew, in my heart, that this was death. This feeling of cold, spreading through me. This not caring. It was all a part of this. Death.
I closed my eyes, and felt myself slipping deeper into the cold, into that feeling. Death. I welcomed it. No more pain. No more degredation. No more feeling like I am mere meat, an animal, something for bigger animals to take and destroy. I embraced the the slide into oblvion.
Waking up was what surprised me.I thought I had died, when I returned to consciousness, and found myself alive. Not only that...but free of pain, and bandaged. Held immobile, but still...alive. I opened my eyes, and blinked. I whispered, "Alive...bandaged...why?"
I slowly moved my head...slowly, slowly, knowing how injured I was. Then I saw him. The big dragon. Sprawled beside me. Dead, his belly torn open, his body laying in a puddle of blood. I blinked again, and laid my head back down, too tired to think at that moment. Closing my eyes, I slept again...knowing now...he was dead. I'd find out why someday. At some point. When I didn't hurt anymore, maybe i'd find out. And if this was a dream, I prayed I would never wake up.
I embraced the darkness to myself again. And slept.