Vorentia's Story
She was chained, bleeding from several cuts when the torturer arrived. He carried a whip, along with an assortment of tools. He placed them at her side, lifting her off the ground to stand against the wall. She opened her eyes, and before her stood a tall, white sergal. He wore no armour, and only carried a whip and his tools with him. He stood a good foot above her, his eyes showing no emotion or pity for her. He raised the whip, letting it unfurl to the ground before rising his paw and swinging it towards me.The pain hit me first, as my blood splattered against the wall. The sergal held no remorse, flicking the whip forward and back as i leaned against the wall. The leather sliced through my fur and skin, sometimes causing it to get stuck. When this occurred, the torturer simply tugged the whip, pulling me forward before pushing me back, yanking the whip out and causing more of my blood to flow. Soon I had blood flowing from a dozen wounds, the red liquid splashing and mixing amongst my fur. I could barely see through my blurred eyes, as blood slowly seeped around them, blocking my vision. Soon everything was covered in a red haze, the blood thinning enough to see out of.The torturer continued whipping, but slowly my body grew used to the pain. Instead, I began to feel warmth inside me, as my blood flowed into my maw and pooled on my tongue. I smiled under the cover of darkness, tasting my blood for the second time. Sighing, she opened her maw slightly, letting her tongue flick out when a drop of blood came close to her mouth. She moaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure, turning around so she now faced away from the torturer, letting her back have a turn at the whip.She never saw the blow come. While the whipping had stopped, she was now faced away from the torturer, and so never saw him lean forward and kick out against her leg, fracturing the bone. Screaming, she collapsed, letting her paws support her as she trembled in pain and anger. Sobbing, she crawled away, trying to rest against a wall but felt the grip from the Northerner grasp her other leg. Groaning, she turned over to watch the male to grab a gag, placing it around her maw and tightening it.Struggling, she flopped on the ground, trying in vain to rip the gag off. She only succeeded in scratching her maw, causing a few drops of blood to enter her mouth from the side. The male sergal gripped her arms, throwing her against the wall. She tries to stand up, but her leg wont support her weight and with a gasp, she falls forward. Turning to watch the male, she sees him ease himself against her, feeling a warm and slightly wet prod in her hip. Looking down, I could make out the growing cock poke me again, this time moving towards my thighs.A memory from the past caught up to me, and I realised he wanted to rape me. Spreading my legs, I watched his member twitch. Looking up I peered into his face as he stared at my open position. Leaning down,
he pushed his tip against my folds, letting a growl out as her twitched inside me. Thrusting backward, I impaled him in me, catching him by surprise. Flipping over, she pushed the Northerner under her, surprising herself with her aggressiveness and strength. The Northerner barked in surprise, flopping on the floor as the Southerner thrusted back against him, pushing him inside her once more.The Northerner gasped again, still shocked at the change of events. He wrapped an arm around me, eyes wide as he finally looked into my eyes properly. All he saw was a brutal beast, something that could easily kill him if provoked, if interrupted. Tensing, he gently reached for the whip, intending to use it to strangle the beast atop of him.Catching the movement in the corner of her eyes, Vorentia grasps the Northerners head, wrapping her claws around to push his eyes back into his head, lifting it up and slamming it into the floor. A crack could be heard as his skull fractured, the force behind the blow enough to break bones. Lifting up again, she slams his head back down, letting his head go limp in her clutches before slamming it back down again and again.Soon the Northerner can see a darkness across his vision, as his head goes limp and is smashed down again, no longer making a cracking sound but a squelching one, as his brain is bruised and torn apart. Vorentia lets go, throwing the males head back once more, riding his cock savagely as she pumped him faster and faster, the pleasure from her pain and his fuelling her. She leans down, gripping the Sergals neck, and with a strength unknown to her, lifts the sergal up, holding him off the ground as she smashes him against a wall, sinking her claws into his neck, piercing his jugular. She lets his blood flow around his hands before reaching down to grip his whip, letting his form drop to the ground before unravelling the whip in her hands.Almost unconscious now from blood loss and brain damage, the torturer stares at the female before him, watching as his blood flowed onto the ground. She stood over him, raising and flicking down the whip, watching it connect with his chest, parting fur and skin to flick out blood and muscle.Grinning, taking a liking to the leather and steel in her paw, strikes down again, smacking the whip against his stomach. She watched him buckle, seeing his life slowly fade away. Turning angry, she leans down, grasping his neck in a paw lifting him against the wall. She rested her teeth against his neck, feeling him twitch under her tight grasp, cutting off his breathing. She grins again, biting down against his neck, letting his blood spill into her throat.Moaning, she tightened her maw, slicing through muscle and bone. With a tug she tears his head off, watching his eyes turn lifeless and blood spill out of him. Laughing to herself, she rammed herself once more against his twitching body, feeling his body orgasm inside her. Breaking out
of her crazy mood, she looks down, her hands shaking as she watches blood drip down her arms and across the floor. She stares at the males head, having rolled to rest against the opposite wall, face locked in a state of pain and terror.Vorentia gets up, her paw clutched around the whip still. She sits down against the door, blinking in confusion at the mess she made. She flicks out her tongue, catching a drop of blood and swallows, smiling as she rested. She sat there, letting her eyes close as she fought against her fatigue, her head dropping as she blacked out.