Hangover
I'm into some pretty weird stuff. :3
Gift for FA: geckonori
The Kirin's cloven hooves emitted quiet clacks, as they collided with the stone floor. Geno descended a flight of steep stairs, and entered his basement. He flicked a switch, and a dim light flickered to life, casting vision on the latest 'addition' to his basement.
Fastened tight to an old wooden chair, was a slim bat. He was incapacitated for the moment; there was a blindfold over his eyes, a thick collar on his neck (which had been leashed to a small hook on the ceiling, presumably to keep his head up), and rope around his hands, keeping either one tied to the chair. The Kirin ran his studded tongue over his lips, and grinned. He slowly approached the unconscious bat, and ran a hand along the creature's purple cheek.... "Wake up." Nox groaned quietly, stirring in a flimsy wooden chair. When it was obvious that he made no move past that, the voice came again, more firmly this time. "Don't make me ask again." The owner of the voice was obviously irritated at the bat's initial unresponsive was. Thankfully for Nox, he had stirred out of his sleep, and was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings.. Or rather, lack of. Everything was an even tone of black, leading his addled brain to assume that he was blind. Panic set in, and when he attempted to bring his hands to his eyes, he found that they were fastened to the chair by a thick length of rope, which bit at his delicate wrists. Naturally, he began to thrash, and in his frantic squirming, he discovered that there was something pulling at his neck, forcing him to keep his head up. "H-huh..? What's going on..?!" The bat squeaked, jerking around in his chair. His ineffective struggles and wriggles hardly accomplished anything, aside from drawing a dark chuckle from what he presumed to be his captor. The chuckle sent icy daggers of terror along his spine, instantly causing his jerking to cease. His frantic movements were instead replaced by trembling.... "You're finally awake. That's good.." Geno grinned, taking a step back from his frightened captive. He was pleased at the bat's terror. Terror displayed such power and influence. Sure, he could simply beat the creature and elicit a similar response, but there was no challenge in that, for even a caveman could accomplish it. The real challenge lay in breaking a creature's will -without- utilizing physical force. Geno had words sharper than any blade, and a silver tongue. Both would aid in causing the bat extreme
mental anguish. Geno began to slowly walk around the immobilized bat, humming a soft tune to himself. His eyes never left the sniffling creature, whose head tilted towards the sound of the Kirin's bare feet scuffing against cold stone. The little jerks and trembles amused Geno to no end. After about five minutes of silence, the Kirin finally spoke once more. "Do you know why you're here?" He spoke in a serious and flat tone, keeping the bat in the metaphorical dark, when it came to his intentions. "Do you perhaps remember last night?" "I.. Don't know. I can't remember anything.." Nox stammered out, turning his head towards the sound of the Kirin's voice. "You don't remember the club?" "I.. No. I don't.." "You don't remember what you told me? What I told you?" "N-no." Geno's grin widened. "Aww, you poor thing. You're a light weight, aren't you? You passed out after your second drink." The Kirin chuckled out, as he stooped over and tore the blindfold off the bat, finally allowing him to see who he was speaking to. The bat blinked rapidly, his sensitive eyes adjusting to the comparatively bright light. Soon enough he was able to make out the blood-chilling sight of the grinning Kirin, and he instantly wished the blindfold was back on. "Y-you..?" He breathed out, his eyes widening as the hazy memories of the previous night flooded his mind. "Yes." Geno spoke, setting his hands on his hips, gazing down at the seated bat. "Me! Your Master!" He exclaimed with a wicked glee. "Oh, don't look so surprised, rat," he began, flicking his captive's nose. "You agreed to this! Hell, you even signed a legal contract. I'm not responsible for any injury, or even for death. Oh, and upon death, your property is relinquished to me! Pretty great, isn't it?"Nox uselessly jerked around in his seat. "I-I..! You can't! This is bullshit!" He exclaimed, hissing weakly at the Kirin. Before he could continue his protests, however, he felt an explosion of pain envelop his left cheek. He felt
dizzy, and saw stars. "Watch your mouth, rat. Don't you dare address me in that tone. Are we clear?" Geno snapped at the bat, who yelped and fell silent. He trembled in the chair, unable to do anything else. His fear was palpable, and Geno enjoyed every second of it. "Mm. It's clear to me that you need breaking. You've still got a will, and I'm afraid we can't have that, dear." Geno reached out, stroking the bat's bruised cheek. "We'll start with something simple," The Kirin spoke, as he dragged a chair over and set it a couple of feet away. "I'm going to untie you now. Attempt escape and I'll gouge your pretty eyes out." He hummed quietly, stepping back over and slicing the bat's bindings with a claw. In the process, he nicked the trembling creature's wrist, drawing a little whimper. Though unintentional, the Kirin turned the situation over into another display to terrify his slave. Geno brought his bloody claw to his mouth, and ran his tongue from base to tip, all whilst staring directly into Nox's eyes. "Mmhr.. You're delicious! I'm sorely tempted to indulge my taste buds.. But that's enough of that. I'll have plenty of time to bleed you dry, later." He flashed a playful grin to the pale bat. The poor thing kept his hands down at his sides, hardly moving them from their initial position. Here he kept them, while Geno reached out and clipped the leash off of Nox's thin neck. Now the bat was free. "Now," Geno began, flopping back on his own seat. "Worship me. Adore and worship every inch of my body." He breathed out, grinning down at Nox. "You can begin with my feet.. And I expect liberal application of your tongue!" Nox slumped down to his knees, his head now reaching the Kirin's own knees. He glanced down at the pair of cloven hooves before him, and swallowed audibly. This would be quite humiliating for poor Noxxy. He figured it would be better to close his eyes to at least preserve some shred of dignity by pretending he was simply licking something.. Very salty and musky. Geno slipped a hand into his pocket and tugged his phone out. He tapped to the camera, and began to record as the bat worked on his feet. He was able to get a good angle, which showed off Nox's long tongue weaving between toes and lapping up droplets of salty and warm sweat. As if to make the slave's job harder, Geno begins to press his foot back into the bat's face, ruining his pretty fur and leaving it dirty and sweaty. Degradation was an important aspect in breaking wills, as
the experienced Kirin knew. Aside from light grinding and pressing, Geno remained still and allowed Nox to work. ... Nox wasn't sure how long he had been doing this for. His tongue felt numb and fuzzy, his face was moist and dirty, and he seemed to have lost the flavor of sweat, due to becoming accustomed to the salty taste. However long it had been, it didn't truly matter. Geno hadn't allowed him to cease anyway. Geno exhaled, shifting in his seat and adjusting his pants, which suddenly felt very tight and restrictive. His mind was clouded in a haze of intense lust, which filled him with sadistic and animalistic desires. These he would not resist, much to poor Nox's misfortune. The first of these urges manifested in a kick to the bat's face. Mind you, this wasn't just a regular kick, but a -very- hard punt that knocked his prisoner's left fang out of his mouth, and sent him tumbling backwards. "That's right, you worthless shit!" Geno sneered, hopping to his feet. His pants were tented noticeably now, as he panted out of lust. He stamped forward, and stepped right on Nox's ankle. He twisted and ground his foot down until the bat shrieked! Then, he slammed his heel down and shattered the abused creature's ankle. Geno fumbled with his pants, tugging them down to his ankles, and hastily wrapping his hand around his length. He pumped furiously, raising his foot and slamming it down onto the broken ankle, grinding the bone down to shards. The feeling drove Geno mad with increased lust; this wasn't enough. The Kirin stepped forward, a foot on either side of Nox's chest. Nox begged and wept for mercy, but Geno only grinned and pumped harder, now panting intensely. He raised a hoof again, then slammed it down onto Nox's chest, instantly fracturing a rib. While Nox shrieked, Geno moaned and squeezed his dribbling length. "Ohh.. I'm going to tear you apart, runt.." Geno moaned out, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'll flatten your ribcage, and.. Mmhrph.." He trailed off, squeezing his member tightly. Geno hastily stood on Nox's bruised chest, and began to frantically hop, stamp, and kick him. He was in a sadistic frenzy, causing a horrifying amount of damage to poor Noxxy. His chest was practically a soup of broken ribs and organs, held together by ripped flesh and torn fur. Geno was on the peak of
climaxing. He decided to finish off the bat in the most painful way possible; jumping and crushing his head flat. But first..! Geno fumbled with his phone, quickly setting the recording back on. He held it out, aiming it down at Nox's bloody and bruised face. He recorded with a shaky hand, took a deep breath, and leaped into the air. He landed with both feet right on Nox's head. A crunch resounded throughout the room, and the sobs of pain instantly fell silent. The feeling of ending a life beneath his feet was far too much for him, and Geno finally climaxed. Ropes of sticky and thick seed spattered out, mixing over the splattered blood and thick paste of organs. The Kirin's climax was long and quite powerful. Once it had ended, he staggered forward and slumped into his chair. He closed his eyes, a happy grin on his face as he basked in the afterglow. "Worthless little shit." Geno chuckled out, leaning forward and spitting at the bat's mangled body. Head and chest were one gory mess. Organs were outside of his body, soaking in blood. His head was a horrible mess, cracked wide open and resembling a popped watermelon. He was hardly recognizable as Nox. If not for the video evidence that the Kirin had, he would likely forget about the bat. "This'll sell for a great price.." Geno murmured, grinning as he played the video from his phone again.