Kitty-stuffing
A commission for StrangledDragons on FA
The tiger woke up in agony. He had been stuck in this dark box for longer than he could remember. He kept waking up to the darkness of the shipping container he was locked in - making it impossible to keep track of time. Less often, he would be slapped awake by his tormenter standing in front of his naked body. He could no longer feel his hands, his arms tied to unseen hooks at the edge of the walls. His feet were pulled to the sides, but his legs had given out a long time ago. His tail dangled at an awkward angle, a sign of the rough treatment he had endured.
"Wakey-wakey, lil' kitty!" the large imposing lizard said as he walked towards his prisoner. The tiger tried to beg for mercy, but all that escaped the ring-gag holding his mouth open was a weak groan.
The muscular lizard began punching the tiger in his thin stomach, enjoying the pathetic moans that came from the weak feline hanging before him. He could see the bruises beneath the white and yellow fur, and the dark bruising of the tiger's belly and chest from the week of abuse. Once the cat was crying and trembling, the lizard moved closer, pushing his tongue through the ring-gag and beginning to kiss and grope his prey. Thick saliva dribbled between the tiger's open lips and the lizard's evil grin as the tiger's balls were gripped again and painfully squeezed and tugged. The poor tiger yelled out in agony once more, as the lizard backed away and removed his pants - freeing the thick hard dick and letting it stand in front of him. He then reached behind a nearby crate and brought out a crowbar.
"I hate to say this, kitty, but yer at yer final destination. Gotta get this cargo to the depo now, so there's no room for ya in here no more. So how bout I get ya outta those chains and show ya one last good time?" As the tiger began shaking in fear, Ivan raised the crowbar and brought the blunt edge down on the stretched left arm - easily breaking through the bone and causing the victim to scream and thrash around. The lizard chucked in delight at the sounds and smells coming from the injured tiger as he pulled back the crowbar again and struck the right arm. He reached out and grabbed the injured limb, enjoying the feel of the two halves sliding beneath the torn muscles. Ivan moved to the hooks along the wall and removed the ropes holding the tiger up, enjoying the way his toy fell to the floor heavily once the supports were removed. Walking back over to the weak feline, he kicked his plaything over so it lay crying on its back before bringing the crowbar down again, shattering the prone tiger's shins.
"There we go, that'll stop ya tryin' anything stupid with yer freedom. Perfect for one last skull-fuck. What do ya say, kitty?" "No.... please..." the tiger tried to say through the ring-gag. His pleading became more frantic as the two large hands of the lizard gripped each cheek and pulled the tiger towards him, rolling him onto his side, enjoying the fresh yelps of pain as his fractured limbs dragged against the floor. All the tiger could see was the rock-hard lizard cock in front of him, framed by the kneeling lizard's thighs. He trembled, worried that the lizard was done playing with him and really intended for this to be their last time together. He could feel his heart racing, his body shaking as he slipped into shock.
Ivan pulled the tiger down on his hard shaft, stifling the painful begging and replacing it with weak gagging as the long lizard cock pushed into the tiger's throat. The powerful trucker closed his eyes as he enjoyed the scent of terror and blood in the air, and the sputtering choking sounds of his play-thing. The tight clenching around his cock caused so much pleasure he was finding it hard to hold back. Opening his eyes again, he started down at the struggling tiger, enjoying the way his tail whipped awkwardly from where it was broken - as well as the unnatural angle that the tiger's limbs bent at. He could see some bones protruding already. Rumbling in pleasure, he pushed his dick as far as it would go - his balls pushing against the steel ring and lower lips of the tiger, the drool running down his balls to his taint. The cut head of his cock lodged deeply in the tiger's throat, the gagging and retching of the feline the only noise he could hear as he choked the cat-toy on his fat lizard shaft. He rubbed his hands through the thick fur on the cat's head - matted with days of lizard cum and piss, enjoying the soft sensation. As his belly pushed against the sensitive nose of the tiger, he watched as the cat's eyes started up at him, pleading silently for mercy as they watered. The tiger's eyes became bloodshot and his cheeks started to turn blue, his lungs unable to pull air past the thick cock lodged in his throat. The tiger tried to pull back from the thick shaft lodged in his throat, but was unable to over-power the lizard raping his face. He stared into the cold, emotionless face above him, realising that this wasn't another blowjob - this time his tormenter wasn't trying to cum quickly. This time he was being killed. Instead of shoving and pulling the tiger up and down the long lizard cock, Ivan was just kneeling there, a hand behind the tiger's head keeping him balls-deep, but no insults were being thrown and the trucker wasn't thrusting. His eyes were watering, trembling in their sockets as he struggled to breath around the hot meat in his mouth. Mentally, he begged and begged for mercy - but those cold lizard eyes just stared back as if made of marble. His lungs burned in agony as his body reflexively started fighting back, causing the broken bones to rub painfully together, and quickly pushing the tiger into shock. He gagged again and again - retching past the shaft that was slowly killing him. Just as the cat's body started spasming, Ivan was pushed over the edge by the pulsating throat. He roared as a thick load of potent cum was milked out of his dick and down into the tiger's empty stomach - a final degrading meal as the cat's eyes rolled back and glazed over. Ivan humped the now unconscious tiger, enjoying his orgasm for as long as he could, pushing his cum deeper and deeper.
Once he had recovered, the trucker pushed the tiger's head away, letting the limp body fall onto the cold floor again. He could see the muscles twitch as the body cramped and settled, enjoying the show as he got his breath back. Kneeling down, he removed the ring gag and carefully pushed his cock into the now slack throat. Enjoying the soft feel of the fur in his hands, he let his bladder relax, the powerful stream of urine washing his cum down into the tiger's body. He squeezed the final drops out by clamping his hands around the tiger's neck, enjoying the feel of sinew and muscle shifting and bending in his strong grip, noticing a faint pulse still pumping blood through the tiger's veins. The haze of bloodlust began to cover his mind. Standing up, he pushed one heel powerfully into the tiger's chest, feeling the ribs give way and enjoying the bubbling sounds of gore and piss being forced out of the tiger's lungs - enjoying the cracking sounds and feel of the chest compressing beneath his weight. He curled his toes deep into the tiger's fur, scratching at the skin and tearing it open. Slamming the entire sole of his foot down, he pushed his way into the chest cavity, coating his sole and ankle in gore. His other foot came down hard on the tiger's crotch, the shaft being flattened by the lizard's weight. Soon a puddle of urine leaked from the tiger's bladder emptying under the pressure of Ivan's broad foot, the warm liquid oozing out between the lizard's toes. Carefully walking on the tiger's body, enjoying the sensation of trampling such a weakling, Ivan moved his foot onto the tiger's head. He went up on one foot, carefully balancing on the tiger's skull, then pushed down harder - hearing the cranium crack under the weight. Blood started leaking from the tiger's nose and ears as the lizard rumbled in pleasure. Moving back onto solid ground, he could see the clear imprint of his foot on the caved-in skull and the heart that no longer beat in his ex-toy's chest.
After rubbing his feet clean on the less-soiled areas of tiger fur - enjoying the soft sensation of the thick pile - Ivan bent back down and wrapped the tiger's sundered limbs together with the ropes still attached to his wrists and ankles. He bundled the body into a tight little package before retrieving one of the large rubbish sacks nearby. Once he had pushed the body inside, he gathered up the torn clothes the tiger had been wearing when captured and threw them into the bag too. Walking back outside, the trucker threw the bag over the edge of a nearby cliff. There was no real need for discretion this far off the beaten path. Returning to the long metal container, he retrieved his clothing and closed the rear doors. He walked around to the front, still naked with a fresh string of pre dangling from his hardening. He began preparing the trailer for attachment to his truck engine, confident that the blood would be dry by the time he arrived at the depot.