A Show of Loyalty by Killer Tiger

A Show of Loyalty

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Extreme Content WARNING. I've written this in other occasions, and those who already know my work will already be imagining some of the monstrosities contained in this story. Violence, rape, death, abortion, mutilation and other unspeakable horrors are part of this savage, gore-filled story. If you are looking for this kind of content, you are welcome and i hope you have lots of fun. If cruel destruction of an entire family is not your thing, please leave now. You have been advised.

To those of you who continue and read on, i hope you fully enjoy this sick ride. Please comment away and let me know your thoughts.

?This story takes place before the events of The Legend of a Warrior, my main story. This story shows some of what Killer did during the "seven years of the fury", the period of ferocious, cruel rampaging that are the prelude to Legend.

?The story is a gift from FA: ChaoticQueen to me. The incredibly talented Zerrex Narrius wrote the story, which i've then expanded with a few pages of extra detail and monstrosities.

*Extreme Content WARNING. I've written this in other occasions, and those who already know my work will already be imagining some of the monstrosities contained in this story. Violence, rape, death, abortion, mutilation and other unspeakable horrors are part of this savage, gore-filled story. If you are looking for this kind of content, you are welcome and i hope you have lots of fun. If cruel destruction of an entire family is not your thing, please leave now. You have been advised. *

*To those of you who continue and read on, i hope you fully enjoy this sick ride. Please comment away and let me know your thoughts. *

_This story takes place before the events of The Legend of a Warrior, my main story. This story shows some of what Killer did during the "seven years of the fury", the period of ferocious, cruel rampaging that are the prelude to Legend. _

The story is a gift from FA: ChaoticQueen to me, that follows the YCH i drew for her. The incredibly talented Zerrex Narrius wrote the story, which i've then expanded with a few pages of extra detail and monstrosities.

*A Show of Loyalty *

~Zerrex Narrius

This was the pre-show.

The camera was focused on nothing, a staring, blank eye that wasn't yet recording or broadcasting to the millions of viewers already gathered to watch, huddled masses hiding behind their computers, hammering out pleading and rumors across their keyboards already about what was to come, what today's special livestream from him had in store for them.

This cyclopean machine had seen a million horrors, horrors that would have left any living person blind and insane. But much of what it had seen before now would be like nothing but foreplay compared to what was waiting for it today: what he and his flavor of the day had in store for the lucky viewers at home.

And they were going to see and hear everything: the way this room had been designed would ensure that. The air itself could almost be heard reverberating with the perfect acoustics the shaped walls provided, and almost every inch of both wall and ceiling was covered by mirrors, polished to such reflective glimmer that they seemed almost ethereal, like air reflecting air.

It was a beautiful room fit for the vainest narcissist to admire themselves from every angle, but this triumph of arrogance was going to serve a different purpose today. This room, this reflecting hall large enough to drive a tank into, had been additionally outfitted not just with the best cameras and recording and streaming equipment available on the market - paid for by countless generous donors and less-willing husbands - it had also been equipped with chains and shackles that had been mounted to the ceiling, dangling like vines, hanging as if eager to grasp, to be put to use, to hold the victim for the Master.

But from how even the cameras struggled to capture his glory, everyone who had seen him in action knew that even the most inanimate of objects begged for his touch, to be used, abused, and allowed to worship and serve the mighty Legend.

It was going to begin soon. The room itself quaked with anticipation, the air tingling with palpable excitement, like living electricity. The cameras seemed as if they had quietly moved themselves into position, only waiting to be turned on, and the viewers seemed to sense his leisurely approach, as the chat grew more frantic, the threats and calls and begging rose to a typal cacophony.

The lucky victim for today's livestream came crawling in through the enormous door of the room: a deer, her body trembling with excitement as she dragged herself into the room, her breath already rushing in and out, one of her tall antlers cracked from the rough handling she had already endured, and loved every moment of. She was naked except for the torn shirt she wore, a ripped and shredded thing that barely covered her trembling bosom, her hard nipples pushing through the tears in the cloth. Her t-shirt wasn't something she wore out of modesty, or to cover up her beautiful assets, however: the loose but solid band that hung above her midriff had 'Last Day on Earth' written across it, and across the body of the shirt loudly declared 'I'm Next!' the words split apart by an impossibly-large, spiked, terrible cockhead, red splatters of blood - and not all of them colored fabric - smeared across this, above four broken skulls that seemed to be staring up at the bringer of their oblivion.

Her excitement was painfully obvious, not just from her sweat, her shivering, her smeared makeup, but from the trembling, rock-hard shaft that jutted up from between her legs, flexing as eagerly as her soaking, filthy cunt, slapping against the ground and grinding up against her shirt. That thick rod pulsed with need, already dripping thickly across the floor, leaving a sticky trail behind her as she crawled her way towards the waiting restraints.

Her body flexed, what had once been smooth and perfect and beautiful blanketed by countless tattoos that detailed where she belonged now, in her Master's world: she was 'pain slut,' she was 'expendable,' she was 'cumdump,' and the words written across her flesh implored 'make me bleed,' begged 'hurt me,' and most of all marked her as one of his army of sluts and whores and fucktoys, with the proud 'KO Killer Owned' emblazoned on her hip.

She trembled just at the thought of her Master, her God, her aching cock giving a powerful flex, spurting its seed across her heavy breasts, leaving them dripping with her seed. The myriad of other tattoos that decorated her, that had been patterned across her body to both mar her form and make her more appealing to his eyes, and piercings glinted throughout her body, bedecking her cock and the strained sheath that the great rod bulged from and hanging heavy on the fat nipples jutting from her torn t-shirt. Her bloodsoaked hands stretched outwards and upwards as she crawled through the mirrored room, jangling the chains above her, making them sing and giggle before she slowly arched her back with a moan as she hauled her bruised and needy form upwards into the restraints that were already anticipating her supple flesh.

Her body shook with desire, the nectar of her cunt spilling down her thighs, her heavy balls throbbing painfully as more thick lines of herm-seed spurted from her aching, veiny cock to dirty the polished floor. The chains clinked around her like music as she pulled them over her body, the cool metal nearly steaming when it made contact with her hot, sweat-soaked skin.

Her bloodstained hands reached up and pulled a manacle into position, snapping it shut around her wrist with a satisfying click as hard metal bit into her soft, supple flesh. She whimpered, longing for more, for the pain and pleasure that only her Master could bring her now.

Killer Huxley, the Legend, the glorious God who had come to claim what was rightfully his.

Clarice shuddered in delight as she snapped the other manacle into place, then allowed herself to hang, the tips of her hooves dragging lightly against the floor as she arched her back with a shiver. She smiled to herself, dreamy in spite of the fact that she looked like a victim who had just escaped from some psychotic nightmare: blood-soaked, sweaty, stinking faintly of piss and waste, with a cock that had been erect for so long it looked bruised, and her sex so aroused that those swollen folds gaped more than winked at the camera, as if begging for an audience to watch her throes of anxious ecstasy.

She didn't know how long she hung there for: a painful, anxious eternity, but also too short to prepare herself, too little time for her to grasp what she was getting herself into and ready herself for what was coming. Not that even years would have been long enough for her to get ready, not that a lifetime would have been enough time to prepare for him.

His footsteps made the mirrors tremble and the chains jingle as he approached, and Clarice looked up in anticipation, her breath quickening, her whore body already flexing and shifting, jangling the chains as her hips bucked by themselves. Whimpers escaped her throat as her mouth worked helplessly, speaking his name silently again and again as drool fell from her full, heavy lips.

As large as the doorway was, he still had to duck through it, his massive form filling the frame as it squeezed through that far too small threshold. He stepped into the brightly-lit room and straightened, his head nearly brushing the high ceiling above as his sharp blue eyes idly shifted back and forth.

"Adequate enough." he said, and Clarice flushed in pleasure, looking up at him with bright, happy eyes as her fingers squeezed helplessly on the chains she dangled from, gasping her gratitude to him for noticing, even approving of all her hard work in setting up this room, just as he'd specified. "Let's hope it holds up better than our earlier guests did."

"Yes, Master..." Clarice's voice was so thick with lust and helpless desire for him that her words came out slurred, dripping with as much need as her body was.

Killer gave the slightest of grins as his blue eyes bored down into hers: as tall as she was, she was nothing beside him and his towering size, nearly thirty feet of pure, mind-blowing masculine power. His body rippled with omnipotent muscle, his hulking, ultimate form, veins as thick as cables bulging across biceps larger than truck tires, that rippled with his power at the idlest flex of his body as he flicked a finger carelessly through the chains that hung from the ceiling; string, compared to his might. "We should have brought more decorations."

Clarice let out a weak moan, staring up at him, drooling like the whore she was over his godhood. Her eyes helplessly traced down his form: from the rippling masculinity of the god-liger's chest, down, down, following the thick trail of hair at his navel down to his groin, and the beast of a godshaft that hung heavy from his waist.

Even flaccid, that behemoth of shaft was thicker around than the entirety of her body, veins bulging through the black flesh as girthy and fat as her wrist. Even soft, that monstrous cock had to be almost ten feet long from its bulging, foreskin-blanketed tip to the base of the godly protrusion. And even without so much as a flex, that cock called to her, commanded her, crushed her beneath the weight of its presence as Clarice's own shaft twitched and flexed, cum leaking and spitting from her helpless little fuckrod as she whimpered at the sight of her master's omnipotent majesty.

His veiny virility thrummed as he carelessly reached down to rub a hand along the base of the bulging beast, and Clarice moaned helplessly at the single twitch that great black leviathan gave, her eyes staring at it, smelling the reek of godcock that filled the air and the musk of the massive, boulder-like balls beyond, so large and thick and heavy they forced the liger's legs to spread slightly so he could stand comfortably, great, heavy veins bulging across those omnipotent orbs. She could hear his thick, dark seed churning in those massive cum-casks, those heavy moons of malehood throbbing slowly with the pulse of his incomparable essence.

Killer smiled in amusement at her helplessness as she squirmed in the chains, whimpering and begging for him already. He idly brought one thick finger up to stroke along her hip, and her eyes rolled back in her head as her cock throbbed and spurted, her hips bucking and soaking her thighs beneath the waterfall of female nectar that burst from her swollen cunt.

"Don't wear yourself out yet, bitch, you're today's special guest. I expect you to hold up long enough to put up a good show." Killer teased, before he let his head roll back, calling carelessly over his shoulder: "Boys, get in here. Get the cameras ready and tell the stream we're going to start soon."

Wordlessly, a crew of shuffling sycophants hurried into the room, trembling and tossing peeks at Killer as they hurried to the cameras and equipment. Little boys who had all once thought they were big strong males, who had never realized what the word 'alpha' really meant until they'd met him: now they were just cucks and faggots and janitors who cleaned up his cock and the messes he made. They were big, and muscular, and handsome... and next to him, they looked like nothing but little dolls and puling, underdeveloped runts, scampering around like bugs, little pets he kept to handle the extra work so he could concentrate on his art.

That's what this was, after all, the great god thought as he turned with an arrogant grin back to the helpless toy dangling in the chains, an overripe fruit waiting eagerly to be plucked and devoured by her one true master. She was the canvas, the clay for today, and he was going to tease the world with not just a show of his power, but how creative and cruel he could be.

She was the meat, and he was the butcher, and the audience was eager to watch him work.

Killer carelessly flexed a bicep, and Clarice moaned and whimpered, flexing in the chains as if she'd been punched, gasping and staring at him with awe and adoration. He didn't so much as acknowledge her, any more than he acknowledged the crew getting into position around him, as the cameras turned on, the lights repositioned themselves, the little boys scrambled to make sure they had the best angles, the ones that would show Killer's might reflected in every possible mirror.

One of the crew dropped into position by the doorway with a laptop: this unfortunate bull had his horns cut off, and wore a tight black belly-shirt with 'Cucked by Killer' in bright red lettering, almost as bright as the 'LIGERSLAVE' burned in black across the back of his neck. He brought up the livestream chat, and in a shaky voice announced: "We've got three hundred million people waiting in chat..."

"Send out the alert that I'm going live in a few minutes... better yet, tell those greedy little sluts that if they want their show today, I need ten dollars for every viewer." Killer ordered idly, gesturing carelessly towards the crew bull.

"Yes, sir, uh... should... should I wait to start the stream until I see the money, then?" asked the bull nervously, but Killer only grinned at him, looking down at the bovine like he was a child.

"No. They'll pay." he said with supreme confidence, and the bull dropped his head with a flush as several of the other crewmates glared at him. "I'll be surprised if we make less than a hundred billion, as a matter of fact. But you should know how eager those paypigs are to give me all their money... your wife sold you to me after she used up your family fortune after all."

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry." the bull whispered, trembling and lowering his head, but for all his humiliation, and the tears in his eyes, there was an audible huff in his voice, and a visible tent in his pants as he stared at the liger for a few moments before dragging his eyes forcefully to the screen in front of him to send out a message to Killer's Congregation, the army of millions that were enthralled with this master of the world, who all came to eagerly watch and devote themselves to the liger and his glory.

Killer turned his eyes back towards Clarice as he crossed his arms, almost looking bored as he instructed: "Put the intro on and get the cameras into position. And make sure the movies we took earlier are available to cut away to when I say so. It would be a shame to go through all that work and not show my adoring public all the fun we had earlier, wouldn't it, Clarice?"

"Yes, Master..." Clarice whimpered, drooling up at the mighty liger god, basking in his presence as she shivered in excitement at the thought.

The titan chuckled at the sight of her, reaching a hand up to almost tenderly stroke her face before he dug his thumb against her eye, and she moaned at the pressure, her head twitching but the deer not moving away as her other eye stared up at him hungrily, begging him for more.

His huge hand closed around her skull, squeezing it, testing it, feeling how frail this excited little piece of meat was beneath his powerful grip. He felt her shudder underneath his power, heard her whimper for more, and he smiled down at her as he leaned down to the whore in the chains, his massive, hulking frame completely overshadowing her lithe six feet as he whispered: "More? You can't take much more than this, bitch. You'll break."

Clarice moaned under his hand, then gasped as he idly brought his fingers up and tugged on her ear, the pressure of his grip alone nearly making that flap of skin explode and almost tearing the earrings free. She whimpered helplessly, but when she breathed out, she begged for more, not less, even knowing what it would mean.

But that was why she was here, wasn't it?

To serve her Master. To be used by her God. To be a willing, excited, eager sacrifice.

She was Next.

Killer's hand shifted away from her head and moved downwards; a finger stroked down the side of her neck, along her collarbone, tweaked one of her hard, fat nipples, and then carelessly flicked the shaft of her trembling cock, leaving a bruise as her member spurted helplessly into the air under his touch.

Clarice gurgled, spasming, bucking her hips as she moaned for him, trying to bring her legs up to cradle his thick, powerful waist, but the liger only grinned down at her as he shoved her backwards, sending her swinging helplessly back and forth as her hands clutched at the chains.

The liger snorted in entertainment, then glanced up as one of his crew-cucks stammered: "R-Ready when you are, sir!"

"Good. Roll the intro and let's start the stream." Killer ordered, as he gestured carelessly with a hand towards the crew member who had spoken.

His eager little boys stumbled into position, readying their cameras as the livestream began. Killer turned around, standing in front of the hanging deer as he crossed his arms again and smiling at the monitor the bull working the laptop had set up facing him: this way he could catch pieces of the stream chat and enjoy some of the reactions in real time.

In the few minutes since the announcement had been sent out, the viewer numbers had skyrocketed and were only continuing to climb: the same went for the 'donations' he was receiving from the countless paypigs and eager backers who were all too happy to give him their fortunes in exchange for the privilege of watching him work.

He licked his lips, then rolled his shoulders as his massive member gave a powerful flex, a low rumble thrumming through his chest as he readied himself for the show. The old thrill of excitement twisted through his body as he grinned a little: he never got bored of the way all this fresh meat threw themselves at him. How it seemed like the entirety of these 'civilized' nations just begged to be ruined and claimed by a 'savage' from the north like him, and the little bitch-boys that swaggered around like alpha males all ended up begging and pleading to become one of the faggots that cleaned up the mess from his cock and swept up the waste from his conquests after he was done with them.

They worshiped him. Adored him. Reviled him. Lived in terror of him, and yet all of them were waiting for him, to be claimed and ruled and ruined by him.

Behind him, Clarice moaned in assent, as if she heard his thoughts, and he chuckled as he mocked: "Don't worry. You'll get to show the whole world what a lucky slut you are soon enough."

He turned his eyes back forwards as one of his camera crew quickly hurried in front of him, trembling and staring up at him, a tiny peon before his giant of a god. Killer grinned down into the camera as the red light blinked on, telling him he was recording and his millions of loyal viewers could all see him, in all his might and majesty. "Hello out there, cucks and sluts. We have a special stream for you today with a special guest. Say hello, Clarice."

Killer shifted out of the way and gestured at the deer hanging in the chains, and Clarice looked up with a flush and a bright smile, her eyes glimmering, her body shaking with excitement as she looked down into the camera and breathed: "H-Hello!"

"Come on, dumb slut, greet your public." mocked Killer, and the deer giggled helplessly in the chains before she gasped when the mighty liger slid his arm up behind her back and grasped her head like a toy to yank her forwards, straining the metal restraints as he nearly yanked them out of the ceiling.

She moaned out as he pushed her face towards the camera, her shoulders creaking as he nearly pushed her head off her body, and her drooling cock spasmed against her form, smacking loudly against her breasts through her shirt as a bit of her watery jizz spurted from her length. She stared down at the camera, not even seeing the trembling cuck behind it, but only imagining all those jealous sluts and whores and fucktoys that were looking at her right now, at where every piece of meat lusted to be: beneath the Legend's power, fuck-putty in the hands of the almighty Killer.

"Hello out there, sluts and whores! I'm today's fuckmeat." Clarice suddenly exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with sudden fervor and excitement, her body shaking with ecstasy as her hips bucked and her thighs ground together, an orgasm so powerful it was almost painful ripping through her body. "I'm-"

"Talkative, fuckmeat." Killer let go of her, sending her swinging helplessly backwards before he carelessly swung his arm back into her body, and she gargled, her cock nearly breaking in half and her stomach clenching in agony as drool and blood burst from her jaws from that idle swing of the hulking liger's limb. "You told them all what they need to know. Now let's show the world just how glad you are to be today's sacrifice."

Clarice had enough time to struggle to raise her head, her gaping, gasping jaws trying to smile, before a massive fist swung into her stomach, hooking into her gut and knocking her into the air like a doll. She gargled helplessly as her whole body clenched around the fist, her stiff cock flexing helplessly as her insides shivered from the power of impact.

He moved with incredible grace and unparalleled power, his fists swinging up and battering across her body, bashing her features to pulp, bruising and crushing her breasts, slamming into her sides and torso with so much force that the chains jangled slackly as her weight was never allowed to descend to the end of her restraints.

And he was just playing with her, batting the deer around like the toy she was, testing her limits, how much her fragile little body could take. He grinned as he caught her across the face with what was more of a slap than a strike, and it all the same sent up a great spray of blood from her torn lip and nose, a tooth flying from her jaws as her eyes bulged, unseeing, uncomprehending, lost in a sea of pain and pleasure.

The liger reached up and snagged the chains above the deer's head, nearly jerking her arms out of her sockets as she bounced in the air before he caught her by the face, huge hand completely covering her cervine features. He snorted in entertainment, squeezing slowly on her face as she hung in his grip, her limbs twitching and limp, her breath coming in short, reedy gasps as her blood and drool ran down his palm, and the titanic feline squeezed idly on her head before he yanked down.

Her arms loudly popped as the chains anchored in the ceiling snapped like string before he slung her to the ground, the deer hitting the floor with enough force to bounce backwards with a gasp as her spine nearly snapped before she landed in a sprawl, broken bits of chain pelting her body and the floor around her. She gasped a few times, her cock flexing and trembling, leaking its watery load across her barely-covered breasts and spurting a bit across her bruised, bloody face before she gargled when one huge, heavy foot stomped down on her, cracking the stone floor beneath her quivering body.

The massive liger snorted, then stomped on her again, driving her further down into the floor before he spread his legs, straddling her as he looked down at her with contempt, tinged by the slightest hint of mischief as he mocked to the cameras circling like vultures around him: "Look at this little whore. She promised she was going to be tougher than the other sluts I've ruined, and look at her now, on the floor, helpless."

He smiled down at her, his massive, heavy cock swinging slowly back and forth above the moaning, whimpering deer-bitch as she trembled uselessly on the ground, a drooling, broken, helpless mess already. And he'd barely been playing with her! "You want more though, don't you, fuckmeat? Let me hear you say it. Beg to be used by me. Beg like you're more than gutter trash, like you deserve to be used to wipe your god's ass."

"P-Please, Master... oh G-God..." gasped out Clarice, staring up at him with need, with want, with absolute, agonizing desire that the whole world got to see through the cameras that fixated on her teary face, her needy eyes, her begging whore lips. "Please use me, please make something of me, make me yours, use your fuckmeat..."

Killer grinned, squatting over her, and she gasped as his massive cockhead dropped against her belly, as the coils of his immense member pushed down on her like a weighty snake. It was too heavy for her little body to bear, the weight too great to even allow her to squirm as she whimpered and gasped, struggling to move beneath it. And it was just the head and a small part of his immense shaft... little more than a hint of his true immensity, and yet it was enough to smother her, pin her down, cover her from head to toe as he mockingly, slowly ground his goliath monster back and forth, arms resting lazily on his knees.

"I can't hear you, fuckmeat. Say it louder..."

"Use me... use me! I want to be all yours, ruin me, fuck me, destroy me!" Clarice rasped out, trying to shout as loudly as she could from beneath the crushing weight of Killer's cock as she squirmed helplessly, uselessly under that prodigious python of shaftmeat. She heaved for breath, felt the air fading from her lungs, the very life from her needy body even as she flexed and bucked beneath him, moaned and whimpered against that monstrous member, struggling to serve her master-

Killer allowed her to squirm for a few more moments, and then he casually swept his massive length to the side as he shifted his weight off her, giving the deer a chance to gasp at the air. She looked up at him with shining eyes, full of adoration and need for him, and he grinned down at his plaything with amusement before he reached down and carelessly grasped one of her large hoop earrings, teasing: "Use you, fuckmeat? Looks like I should unwrap you, first."

He plucked the earring loose like he was ripping a twig off a tree, and Clarice gasped as her eyes rolled back in her head in the pleasure of pain, the masochistic deer shuddering in delight at that faint whimsy of pain. His strong, brutal hands came down, moving quickly across her body, and what had been nothing but a minor flare compared to the agony she had faced so far ratcheted quickly up to sparks and fissures and flares of hellish agony that made her body quake and convulse as he tore each and every piercing from her body, leaving bloody holes through her ears, her flesh, her cock. One of those baubles in particular had been lodged in so tightly to her nipple that when Killer had twisted and torn it loose, the entirety of her nipple had been ripped off, leaving a gaping, bloody crater where her tit had once been, and causing the needy, helpless deer to orgasm in a breathless, helpless mess, a piddling load of hot cum squirting across her body and soaking her own features.

She writhed and spasmed, moaning out on the ground, the glint of silver and gold gone: now all she was clothed in were the tattoos that marred and beatified her body and the shredded shirt that clung to her heaving bosom as her breasts rose and fell. She lay, bruised and bludgeoned and covered in bloody pockmarks, her mind a dazed, confused mess that-

The massive cockhead of the liger swung down and slammed into her body, crashing down on her like a mace and making her scream in pain and shock as her whole body spasmed, bouncing against the cracked floor from the force she had been hit with. That colossal cockhead came swinging down again and again, crashing and crushing against her with such brutal force that it crunched ribs, shattered bones, battered and beat the deer bitch with such force that it made the entire room shake. The huge male had to be careful and hold most of his colossal, endless black shaft aloft, his hand hefting that enormous mass off her, to keep her alive a little longer. She was so small, and frail...and he was so massive, and heavy. She was just a fly ready to be cockslapped into an ugly stain.

It awed and terrified the viewers watching: the audience filled the chat with exclamations of shock, of horror, people begging for mercy and others egging on the brutality, as countless viewers watched around the globe from homes that no longer felt so safe, knowing such an indomitable titan, a powerhouse of liger, was out there, taking what he wanted and utterly and completely unstoppable by any natural or unnatural means.

They praised and worshiped and cried out to their God; they mocked and called out his chosen sacrifice. They sighed in relief that it wasn't them or their town on the butcher's block tonight, while others, more honest with themselves, with the fact that they were nothing but bugs and insects and meaningless gutter-trash, lamented that it wasn't them, there, being beaten and bludgeoned by the master's cock, that they hadn't been lucky enough to be chosen by him, that they were still waiting to sacrifice more than wealth and time to their glorious god.

The livestream spiked: when viewers vanished, it wasn't because of disgust or contempt, but from fear, or a panicked husband tearing out the internet line. And there were always more viewers logging in to replace those who were lost: there were always more who wanted to see the master work, more who wanted to experience his brutality, more who wanted to imagine that they were today's lucky sacrifice to this living god.

The massive liger's cock came down again, slamming into the deer fuckmeat's groin, her cock - pitiful in comparison! - spasming beneath the strike, one of her puny testicles rupturing in an almost trivial little burst of gore and lust-gunk. She would have orgasmed if she could, but her helpless little body was barely able to survive beneath the battering she was taking, let alone function in any meaningful way.

Killer snorted in entertainment, wiping his cockhead across her body before he grinned as he reached down and seized the deer in one hand, hefting her like a toy by the head into the air. She gargled, shaking and drooling, her eyes rolling in her head as she hung limply from his grip.

The liger spat on her, then reached out without looking and grabbed one of the cameras, hauling both it and the helpless camera crew who had been carrying it into the air. The cuck hung from the camera, legs kicking helplessly as Killer leaned into the lens and mocked: "How many of you out there wish you were this slut? How many of you wish you could be next, you could be today's special attraction? You whores, you faggots, you cucks... I'll come for each and every one of you eventually. You're all my toys."

He grinned, then dropped the camera, the crew-cuck barely managing to land in a stagger on his feet and just managing to realign the damaged camera quickly on the liger, just in time to catch the massive titan turning and balling his enormous fist, huge bicep bulging with tremendous power, muscles swelling so immense and glorious as he leisurely drove that fist - much, much larger than her whole head - into the stomach of the deer. Her eyes bulged as gunk and breath blasted from her jaws, drool hanging from her gaping, struggling mouth as she spasmed in the air, piss and pulverized shit spilling out of her slack orifices to paint her thighs and splat to the ground below as she lost control over her own body.

Killer laughed at her, then dropped her in the mess and mire of her own waste, the deer landing heavily on her tailbone with a groan as her somehow still-hard cock slapped uselessly against her own body. Sparks of pain sizzled up her spine, making her sit rigid for a moment before she slumped forwards with a gasp, then slowly rose her head as the liger snorted at her, said something to her that she couldn't hear through the mist of confusion and pain that wracked her body.

But the livestream was able to hear and watch clearly as Killer gestured derisively at the deer, taunting the broken little bitch: "Lost control already? What's that dribble down your legs, you pathetic little fucktoy? Even when you soil yourself it's nothing but a joke. Let's give the audience a treat and show them what a real mess is."

The liger turned around with a grin, squatting over the disoriented deer, and her senses came back just in time before she was assailed by a sickening fart that nearly made her vomit, her whole body shaking as she gasped, then choked in disgust. And yet she couldn't turn away from the sight of the liger's dark-fleshed asshole, watching as it spread and a great dark glob of shit emerge-

A bulky boulder of stinking shit came spilling down, slamming into the deer's face and drenching her entirely in gore-streaked fecal matter. She choked on the stink of it alone as the weight of shit battered her to the ground, struggling to breathe as a thick avalanche of heavy nuggets of waste and gunk came splattering down over her form.

She gagged and convulsed, completely covered by the ruinous shitstorm that spilled from the liger's ass as the tiger snorted in entertainment, his body flexing, his eyes gleaming with cruel, malicious pleasure as he allowed himself to straighten after a moment, and turn around to survey his work: without looking, he caught one of the cucks as he orbited behind him, and the cuck had enough time to yelp before he dropped his camera and choked loudly as he was forcibly dug into the liger's ass, used to wipe his shit from between his muscular cheeks like nothing but a piece of toilet paper, and discarded just as carelessly to the ground afterwards, leaving him hurking and vomiting helplessly, body covered in the stink of liger-musk and fecal matter.

The crew-cuck struggled all the same to crawl back to his camera, although several others had of course hurried into position to cover his place, to ensure they had a glorious view of their mighty, perfect god from every angle as he stood over the shit-covered fuckdoll that was buried beneath the stinking pile of his waste.

The deer lay choking and gasping, one of her arms barely managing to push its way up enough to give her an airhole to breathe through, not even able to taste her own vomit over the all-consuming shit that had flooded her every pore, that had slimed her wounds shut and was choking thought from her brain. Her body spasmed and shivered helplessly under the pile as she made useless, mewling noises, gurgling bile as she struggled to sit up, before the god-liger chuckled as he teased: "What's wrong? Is even my shit too much for you? Here, let me clean you up, Clarice, you need a good bath anyway."

The liger reached down and grasped his mighty, massive member, stroking it carelessly to its fat head before he took aim at the helpless slut buried beneath the mountain of shit. The great maw of his cockhead flexed and gaped as his foreskin peeled back and allowed several massive sperms to spill free, coated in potent, dense, dark precum and cock-sweat. The cameras focused on that monstrous tangle of huge sperms, that his body dumped because they were not as large, powerful and deadly as they could be and were thus considered a waste of precious storage space... but that was in relation to his overkill, excessive standards. The smallest of those rejected sperms had the power of a fertility god all by itself. They were spiked, with hulking, muscular-looking heads and... long, long tails, strong and spiked. His runts, his sub-par seeds, the ones he threw away with contempt. There wasn't a single one which was shorter than twenty inches, and some were much, much greater still, yet his body wasted them. They were tangled together, monstrous creatures out of a horror movie, grotesque and fearsome and magnificent, produced in obscene quantities, so much that they had no space to move as they squeezed out of his cock in great groups. They were easily and literally twenty thousand and more times the size of normal sperm out of fully functional males. It was monstrous. It was godlike. Obscene amounts of dark, dense, thick cockslime, a mix of his virile sweat and potent precum, fell to the floor In great, huge SPLATS while even more of the same dangled in a tantalizing rope form the head of his cock, looking thick enough that Clarice thought she wouldn't be able to break it if he used it to bind her.

She could only stare at those massive sperm-beasts swimming in the dark gunk, watching as they rapidly drew near to her...

Just a moment before a great rush of dark, stinking piss erupted from his cockhead, spraying across her with incredible pressure and blasting the thick layer of shit off her body.

Acidic urine hosed across her form, obliterating the waste matter and scouring her body: as matted shit was washed away, fur was shaved off and skin seared and burned from the relentless torrent that crashed over her prone frame. Piss washed her, and massive sperms that were pushed out with the spray battered against her body, pre-pre spermbeasts that all the same ranged between the size of her arm and beasts that resembled her leg more, squirming piss-swimmers that wriggled and writhed against her form.

She couldn't even scream beneath the relentless hosedown, twitching and spasming as her body rolled limply beneath the torrent, the sharp stream of liger-piss relentlessly washing across every part of her form and covering her with his stink and those fat sperms.

It was minutes before the spray died down, the deer left laying in a pond of piss, twitching and gurgling as her body shook and trembled, urine soaking every inch of her body and leaving her a reeking parody of 'clean.' She shivered, then slowly, dazedly rolled her eyes towards the hulking liger standing at the edge of the puddle of stinking wastewater, drooling helplessly as the goliath teased: "Is that all you can take, whore? Some foreplay and a bath, and you're done?"

For a moment, Clarice could only lay on the floor, twitching, unresponsive: but after a few long moments, she managed to take a shuddering breath, raising her head as much as she could force herself to as she rasped out: "M-More... I want... more... more... m-more..."

"More, bitch? You want more?" Killer teased, licking his lips as his eyes half-lidded, a hand idly caressing the base of his monstrous cock as it flexed. He drew his gaze over her, studying her with rumbling entertainment before he asked: "And what do you want now, fucktoy? What does my little cumdump painslut want her master to do to her?"

The camera crews shifted around to get a better view and move in, but even as close as they were, they couldn't pick up the wheezing whimpers of the deer. It was better that way, though, as Killer grinned at her request, at what she begged for, chuckling as he stepped forwards and loomed over the helpless, bloodied fuckmeat drooling in a puddle of his piss, already crawling with his massive waste-sperms.

The cameras and the audience beyond them watched with eager anticipation, a spike of begging, pleading, screaming going up in the chat as wanting victims cried out to their master, as his acolytes and admirers cheered him on, encouraged him to rip into her, to show the greedy, stupid whore in front of him how frail a sacrifice she was for the god she was pleading to destroy her.

He reached down and cupped her cheek: it would have almost been tender, if not for the way he hefted her up onto her knees with the palm of his hand alone. She rose, trembling, staring up at him before a huge thumb caressed her cheek, and then the liger smiled as he unhesitatingly drove his thumb into her eye socket, snuffing out that light and, with only a careless twist, popping the remains of the crushed eyeball out of her skull, leaving it dangling by the optic nerve as the deer gaped and gargled, free eye bulging as bloody tears ran down her cheeks, her whole body shaking with both ecstasy and agony before she moaned into the liger's hand as her hips bucked, and a pathetic squirt of cum erupted from her bruised and battered penis, as her swollen cunt spilled a flood of her need down her legs.

"Fucking whore." Killer growled, and then he grinned as he switched his grip to one of her antlers, using his other hand to grasp his massive member and stroke roughly along that slightly flexed, slightly-flared cock, the great, thick nubs that followed the length of his cock-flare pushing prominently through his foreskin as he rumbled: "I know how to use fucking whores like you."

The titan, the beast, used a lazy movement of his hips to set his monstrous cock into majestic motion. The monstrous weight of his brutal flare caused the gigantic shaft to pendulum with surprising force, and he watched as his massive member slammed against her, so enormous that he smashed into her features, her chest, her belly, her cunt all at once, knocking her around like the little toy she was, making her gurgle and tremble, staring up at him with her single eye, her cheeks streaked with tears and black smears of running mascara, while blood ran down one side of her face, staining his goliath cock as she felt its immense, terrible weight crushing down on her. It was just a playful hint of the true weight of that monstrous length of godmeat, but it pressed down with unbearable strength on her whole body at once and slamming her backwards like a toy. Had he not been holding her by the antlers, she would have flied across the room like a ragdoll. It made her whimper in awe, delight and fear, her whole body shuddering as piss and juices rushed down her spasming thighs at the awareness that she was so small, and weak, and doomed in his hands. She was oh so aware that he could easily kill her with his cock alone, if he so desired... he could crush her out of existence with it. Squish her like a gnat.

He hefted the titanic shaft, that she could hardly budge, and idly slammed his cockhead against her face, making her gargle before his thick, heavy foreskin peeled back a little, unleashing an even more power, almost solid wave of potent, brutal masculine stench that made her gasp in awe, her thighs helplessly grinding together as her mouth opened, her jaws gaping, spread out as far as they could go and begging for it as she turned her bloodied, bruised head back to look imploringly up at him, and Killer obliged generously by hefting that apocalyptic godcock up, relieving enough of the pressure over her body to ensure she could throw her head back and vainly attempt to open her maws wide enough to let that great, fat cockhead partly into her jaws. Her tongue slurped needingly over it, tasting the dark, thick pre already leaking from his member: thicker than tar, full of squirming, giant sperms, delicious and addictive, masculine and powerful.

He grinned as the huge, bulbous cockhead ground over her features, throbbing as it forced against her mouth, and the thick black pre completely coated her face, clogging her nose, flooding her bloody socket, filling up her mouth, making her cough desperately as already it crammed her throat shut... and she hurriedly reached up to scoop handfuls of the thick stuff out of her lone eye, desperately struggling to open it, her eyelids glued shut... but she needed to see, to admire that godly cockhead and brutal flare that dwarfed her face and made her open mouth look ludicrously small.

Her lips tore and her jaw struggled to open wide enough to even allow the tip to pass, eye watering as she stared up at him with desire and need and awe and absolute, agonized terror at what was happening as the liger growled and forced his massive fuckram into her maw. Her cheeks puffed out ludicrously, literally beginning to rip apart as she uselessly wheezed for breath through her precum-clogged nose because that behemoth mass had already completely jammed her muzzle full. His foreskin slurped back a bit further as that goliath godock flexed and bulged, the titanic flare swelling even further as the huge member thrummed with awful power, even while still almost completely flaccid.

Her jaw cracked, dislocating before bone snapped loudly, and her eye rolled helplessly in her head as her neck visibly bulged, a bit of blood squirting from her empty socket from the sheer pressure of just the liger's cockhead forcing its way into her jaws and filling up her throat beyond. Even mostly-soft, that godly pillar of meat was more than firm enough to forcibly push its way forwards, cramming its way into her body.

The pain was incredible, and the force behind that thrust unbelievable, his cock harder than any other male's could hope to be, a rock-like pillar, and yet it was still mockingly 'soft;' that flaccid godshaft was still tougher than Clarice's flesh, still firm enough to break bone and warp flesh, and backed by enough force that the liger was easily able to stretch and force that massive member into the fucktoy's body, tearing and ramming it down into her depths even as her throat bulged against him, her flesh struggled to reject it no matter how much her masochism craved more, more, more from her god.

She choked and gargled as that towering godmeat shoved brutally forwards, tearing its way into her body, bulging her throat and belly as it crammed into her form. She gargled and drooled around that massive cock as it ripped deeper through her overstretched jaws as the liger's hands squeezed on the handlebars of her antlers, crushing points into dust to reduce them to nothing but smooth grips shaped perfectly for his fingers. "Choke it down, slut, and remember that I'm not even hard yet."

He grinned, his cold ice-blue eyes gleaming down at her as he rocked his hips, almost teasingly bloating her body with a careless thrust of his enormous erection, that godshaft both punishing and rewarding her as it steadily ground its way through her body, snapping her ribs, pushing aside her heart, crushing the air out of her lungs. "Can't you even get me hard, slut? Or is my cock going to kill you before then?"

His audience cried out for him through chat, cheering for him, sending him pictures, money, anything and everything they could think of in praise to their god: no matter how many times they watched this, no matter how many times they saw him, they could never believe his size, his might, his absolute power, and how he wielded his strength with such unshakable, unstoppable confidence and force. He was God, and they were nothing but his chattel, his slaves, his toys to use as he pleased: he was overwhelming, all powerful, turning even someone as strong as Clarice had once been into nothing but a living fucktoy choking around his cock with nothing but his natural authority.

The liger's movements were easy, almost teasing, as his massive, monstrous member flexed and throbbed in the throat of the fucktoy: the deer choked and wheezed, her hands reaching up to helplessly grasp at the behemoth beastcock bloating her ruined body, drool and blood dripping from her hyperstretched jaw and across the tatters of her bruised and lumpy breasts as he hauled his member idly back and forth with incredible ease, even with her body and organs clenched around his cock like a vise: but then again, no other male could have hoped to even lift such a monstrous godcock.

He thrust idly, gyrating his hips to enjoy the feeling of his still-soft leviathan grinding against the thin walls of her form, watching her throat bulge, the way her body quaked and pulsed with every throb that traveled through his massive, monstrous member. He snorted down at her, licking his lips as he half-lidded his eyes, his hands idly squeezing down on her antlers as he looked down at her with amusement at her helpless struggling.

She gargled, then spasmed as she felt that massive member spasm and a great, thick glut of the superior alpha male's essence pump into her already-strained belly, making her body fatten like the overloaded reservoir on the end of a too-small condom.

The deer-whore gagged helplessly, but his cock was so massive and monstrous that she couldn't even vomit around that huge length as it plunged into her stomach with every idle rock of his hips: he didn't even have to properly thrust to leave her body struggling to hold itself together under the ruthless power of his assault, bulging obscenely with his still-flaccid cock.

The liger looked down at her with a snort, before he gave the idlest twist of his hands, and her antlers snapped like twigs in his grip, falling in brittle splinters from his hands before he grabbed her roughly by the head and hair, digging his fingers into her scalp and yanking out her colored locks by the roots.

He grunted as he leaned forwards a bit and grinned as his backstrokes literally hefted her off the ground, his monstrous, immense flare jammed in her blown-out, deformed little chest, stretching her ribcage outwards and causing her ribs to crack audibly as he let go of her and watched her hanging from his godlike shaft, barely alive, her feet dangling off the ground as her whole form swung wildly from side to side, like a puppet at the end of its strings. He gritted his fangs in a savage grin and let his head fall back for a moment as he lazily thrust with his hips, and her poor little body dangled at the end of his monstrous shaft, her weight unnoticed and insignificant as she gurgled and gargled and choked and creaked as her bones snapped like twigs whenever the gigantic cock plunged deeper inside her.

He rested his hands on his hips and watched as she gagged and struggled, her single eye open painfully wide, nearly bursting out of her face as it bulged, before his dark, potent gunk exploded out of her bloody socket and threatened to push out her last eyeball as well, the dense, potent sludge forcing out in massive, impossible tears as more of it exploded out of her ears. He grinned at the sight of that devastation, as her single eye squinted painfully as she struggled to cling on to life and serve him better, for at least a bit longer, as she desperately attempted to steal whichever breaths she could through her nose even as his thick, potent essence bubbled out of her flaring nostrils, while her trembling hands reached up and stroked that great, mighty pillar of black flesh, kneading and squeezing it, tracing over the thick veins as they pulsed with power. There was so much more of him that was still out of her ruined body, even though the tremendous flare of his cockhead was already pushing her navel hard outwards, her belly bulging grotesquely in the shape of the goliath member that threatened to impale right through her.

A low rumble came from his throat as he reached down, seizing into the back of her skull and yanking her forcefully upwards, burying even more of his immensity inside her, bulging her body horrendously out of shape, bending her spine painfully as his tower of godcock, even while still mostly flaccid, forced her body to follow its bend as the colossal cockhead still dragged the apocalyptic member down with its colossal weight.

The deer choked and gargled as she felt her throat nearly tear with the size of his cock as that heavy length was forced down through her stomach and guts, ripping her insides audibly apart, her neck bulging obscenely in the shape of that pillar of cock while her belly was stretched out horrendously, making her look like she was cripplingly, grotesquely pregnant, the shape of his cockhead terribly clear through her ripping flesh as her legs dangled helplessly, her toes curling, her thighs spasming.

She writhed helplessly, gurgling uselessly as the colossus grinned down at her, leisurely studying her as she choked and convulsed, vomiting blood and ichors and black, omnipotent precum... which could get nowhere but back inside her as the colossal black shaft crammed every last millimeter of her full of hard unstoppable godmeat. Her chest, grotesquely deformed and bulging out, stopped heaving as her eye rolled up in her skull as she struggled for any kind of breath at all as the monster cock crushed her lungs and completely blocked her airways, her brain going light and useless as the flow of blood up to it was nearly completely crushed out.

He yanked her further upwards, her muzzle nearly breaking apart because of his obscene girth, her remaining eye watering as it rolled backwards in her head, blood spraying up all the way to the thick, curly hair on his groin as a faint tinge of blue filling her bruised and bloodied lips from her brain and body both being starved of oxygen by that pillar blocking her throat.

It was amazing she was even still alive as he carelessly pumped his monstrous cock into her body, the liger's lip curled in amusement as he idly rocked his hips to punch that massive member down into her writhing, twitching form, causing her whole body to dangle and swing wildly between his legs, a lifeless toy, a puppet, a broken, way too small condom bulging with unholy amounts of his dark precum but still unable to fall off just because his girth was too damn great, his flare too damn cruel.

Her hands grasped uselessly at his muscular legs as his enormous balls swung idly against her bulging front, making her breathlessly cry out as those heavy, colossal sperm tanks crashed into him like moons, bruising and breaking her poor body with their monstrous mass.

Her nose was full of his musk, her brain a sizzling daze that only knew him and him alone. There was nothing but her God, and darkness made of his stink, his power, his all-consuming cock as it both tore down her throat and utterly engulfed her reality. The whore forgot everything else, her single eye still desperately trying to slid back to stare at him with awe and adoration and gratitude... and fear. Terrible fear not of him killing her, but of disappointing him. She was clearly not enough, she couldn't hope to be able to properly please him, she was nothing but a shattered, used-up condom and she was clearly not worth keeping around. She was terrified that he was just going to quickly get rid of her, denying her the chance of enjoying more of his domination, the chance of discovering all the ways he ruled and ruined her body...

His hands slid across her skull and then roughly seized into her bulging, stretched-out throat, viciously squeezing into her neck again and again and again, just so he could pump his own member through what was left of her flesh, his fingers separated from his hot, solid shaft just by a thin layer of convulsing deer throat.

The immense cockhead slammed into the depths of her stomach, then loudly ripped through her insides as he buried himself deeper down her form, threatening to blow out her belly from above with the force of his thrusts. And yet the viewers could see that he was being mockingly gentle if anything, even as her face nearly exploded because of the monstrous girth that was bulldozing its way down her neck, the pathetic scrap of a shirt she wore hanging like a torn bib around her neck.

"I'm tempted to just yank you up until your face breaks apart against my abs, you whore..." Killer rumbled, gritting his fangs in contempt as he effortlessly hefted her upwards, tearing her further up his colossal length and causing her pelvis to creak audibly as his goliath cockhead punched her groin out of shape, bulging her belly grotesquely outwards and threatening to tear its way out of her cunt. With how much of his behemoth beast of a cock was still out of her shattered jaws, it was all too clear that he could easily plow all the way through her and impale her, skewer her like a tender piece of meat.

She gurgled helplessly, but somehow her single eye shone, betraying the sick, monstrous way in which she craved to somehow thank him for giving her the undeserved privilege of serving him like that, of spending her last moments tasting his glorious godhood in her jaws. She slobbered loudly, grotesquely as she feebly attempted to suck it, to work her jaws against it even though her survival instinct caused her head to desperately jerk back, uselessly trying to get away from that murderous, mammoth cock. She weekly attempted to grip it, to feel it, to stroke it in those last few moments while darkness overwhelmed her senses.

"... but I want you to stay in mostly one piece for a little while longer, bitch. I want some more entertainment out of you." The colossus mocked, but his words didn't bring any real mercy, as her whole body shivered and bulged out in the shape of his cock, his monstrous flare deforming her waist as both her asshole and her cunt were stretched savagely out, forced to gape impossibly, horrendously wide as his brutal girth ruthlessly reshaped her into nothing but a choking cocksleeve. Blood and chunks of her devastated insides squelched out of those gaping holes, pushed out by a literal deluge of black, potent cocksludge. The cameras focused on that massive rush of thick, dense, sticky black pre-seed tearing out of her, focusing on the horde of hulking sperm-beasts that brutally bulldozed their way out of her holes and splashed heavily, loudly onto the ground, horribly and vigorously alive as the essence of the titan flooded the world around them, turning from puddle to lake, from lake to sea, as his godlike, impossible testicles swung ponderously with his lazy thrusts and smashed into her like wrecking balls.

Her ruined body shook violently, trashing as she chocked and gargled, helplessly hanging from his gigantic shaft as the titan continued to leisurely thrust, watching as the helpless cocksleeve was violently widened even further by the endless deluge of omnipotent, hypervirile gunk that fired into her in geysers, and what little muscles remained in her stretched-out abdomen ripped apart as she was bloated horrendously, even as tremendous amounts of that black essence rushed up along the great shaft, seeking any exit it could find and messily exploding out of her mouth whenever his colossal member pistoned backwards, while even more burst out of her nostrils and ears and even her eyesockets. But that was just the tar-thick, almighty fluid... the sperms were too great to squeeze up that way, and continued to break out of her helplessly gaping holes.

She spasmed and gurgled as his shaft gyrated into her throat, making thick, wet squelches as the easy push of his hips caused thick fluid to force its way back up her neck and blurt from her jaws and nose. Her eyes rolled in her head, her body throbbing with desire as she tried uselessly to cry out to him, to mouth praises, to do something, anything, to please him and milk his orgasm-

His massive shaft carelessly dragged backwards, finally beginning to rip out of her just before the last bit of life could be crushed and flushed out of her gaping pussy, and they all listened n horrified rapture at the impossibly messy cacophony of squelches as the colossal shaft ripped backwards, inch by inch, foot by foot, as Killer snorted and cruelly grabbed her head, effortlessly holding her still, suspended in the air, and using one huge finger to force her destroyed mouth to open even wider as he struggled to yank out his glorious, terrible, bloodstained flare. It looked like it would tear her skull off her neck... and in truth, it could easily have done so. It slurped out with an obscene, grotesque slurping sound, dripping blood and literal pieces of her stomach and guts, strewn like macabre decorations over the huge flare and the great barbs along its edge, which luckily for her hadn't yet swollen up to their full, monstrous proportions. An enormous rush of dark precum followed, staining his abs and coating her face in thick essence that threatened to drown her just as she desperately attempted to breathe some air in through the thick ropes and strands of sticky cocksludge...

And Killer grinned as he leisurely stroked that still-soft member with one hand as he yanked it loose and kicked the whore off his mighty godcock, sending her crashing to the ground as she continued to vomit thick, sticky black fluid filled with heavy black sperms so large and hulkingly massive they could only swim their way back up her throat thanks to how greatly his cock had widened it. She was fat with his seed, her ruined body a bulging mass, her skin stretched out so savagely that the black essence that filled her up would have been visible through it... had she not also been completely drenched with it on the outside.

Dazed, confused, sore and in agony, the deer trembled hard, coughing and choking on thick masculine essence as she stared at that heavy, colossal, glorious cock, only semi-hard but already omnipotent. She wanted to mewl her thanks and worship, but she was too weak and too full and too short of breath for even that.

He stroked that huge, heavy shaft as the massive member flexed, cockhead bulging as several great geysers of dark, chunky sperm blasted from the head and splattered across the fucktoy's body, covering her completely and leaving her dripping with his essence as his bestial sperms twisted and writhed across her form, while the immense black ropes of godly gunk fired far past her, tearing easily across the whole room as countless gallons of excessive, overkill hypervirility were wasted like the nothing they were to that unstoppable, unholy god.

She gurgled and gargled, spasming and rubbing at herself, and Killer laughed before he mocked idly, as another great, fat glob of his essence dripped from his shaft as it flexed beneath his strong hand: "Don't congratulate yourself too much yet, bitch. All you got was a taste of my pre... and it looks like even that was too much for you to handle."

The liger glanced idly in the direction of the monitor, and smiled in entertainment at the reactions he caught in the livestream: the audience was loving every moment of it, begging for more, lost in the beast-haze of lust and his power. He chuckled in entertainment: there were a few pleas for mercy, but those were all being heavily downvoted and those cucks were being mocked and derided... which he was sure was what plenty of them wanted.

No one came to his shows for mercy, after all.

His eyes roved back to the deer, and he grinned mockingly at the sight of her flexing cock: it throbbed and bulged, dripping its own pathetic essence across her form, quickly lost in his superior male potency. He reached down, catching her by the cock, and the deer groaned, her back arching, her remaining eye staring up at him as drool fell from her broken muzzle, as the liger added: "And I don't think you need this little fuckstick of yours anymore. Maybe without it you'll be able to focus more on what you should be instead of trying to jerk your little cock off."

His hand clenched on her member, and he grinned as he hefted her into the air by her erect cock, the herm gasping out, arching her back as she thrust helplessly against his palm, groaning for a moment... then screaming, as the liger ruthlessly crushed and twisted, ripping her cock loose from her body and letting her form fall to the ground with a splat in the mix of piss and god-sperm that had soaked the floor.

Killer grinned as he dangled her still-hard, twitching cock from two fingers, studying it for a few moments before he snorted as he mocked: "This little toothpick must seem so massive to you and your little friends, but I can't help but laugh at such a micro-dick. Let me show you just how little this tiny cock is compared to mine..."

The mighty liger hefted his own half-flaccid cock, grinning as he guided the stiff shaft of the deer to his cockhead, making sure she had a good view with her one eye and was watching as the cuck camera crew circled him eagerly, all of them trying to find the best angle as the hulking god pushed the deer's severed cock into the hungry maw of his own. It was like a brittle little worm being swallowed whole by an anaconda.

It slipped easily down his urethra, and was lost within moments, but the sound of it being crunched as the liger's cock flexed was audible even to the broken cocksleeve trembling on the ground, even with her ears and brain clogged with her master's gunk She gurgled up to him, trembling, her hips flexing helplessly as that stump of cock throbbed, dripping both blood and what little orgasm her one uncrushed testicle could still patter out, staring up at the liger with absolute awe as his massive, heavy cock bulged and flexed, half-hard and larger than anything she had ever imagined, greater and more glorious than she had ever thought any male could be.

"I have to say..." Killer stepped forwards, reaching down with his free hand to idly pick the ruined deer up as he passed, before he slammed her forwards into the wall with a smile, shattering several of the massive mirrors in a hail of glass that the camera crew had to skitter away from, but even the largest shards of shrapnel didn't make so much as a dent on the liger as the hail of glassy blades fell around him in a glittering storm. "I'm almost impressed, fucktoy."

He slammed a fist into her bulging belly, and the broken-jawed whore gargled, vomiting more of the slop of his cum as a thick geyser of the same squirted from her ass. She spasmed, but looked at him with adoration in her single eye as the liger reached up and idly stroked under her jaw, then slipped a thick finger into her mouth.

She struggled to suckle on it, licking at it, whimpering and moaning for him even as she coughed out a bit more of his waste-seed, and Killer grinned at her before he pushed another finger into her jaws, forcing them forwards to the first knuckle down her throat and making her gargle and gag helplessly, her socket staring, her eye desperately trying to focus, trying to communicate with him as she bucked her hips helplessly and whimpered for him.

"I think you deserve a treat before I break you completely, cocksleeve... do you have any last words or requests?" he teased, knowing full well that the deertoy that had once been Clarice wouldn't be able to do more than slur a few words at most with her broken jaw.

She looked up at him, drooling, begging with her eye as his thumb stroked her bangs away from her forehead while his palm kept her skull pinned to the broken wall behind her, trickles of blood spilling from the broken shards of mirror buried into her back before she struggled to gargle out a single word. Killer leaned down towards her, pretending to listen for a moment, and then he grinned: he knew what she wanted. He'd known even before he'd asked what it was this whore was going to beg for.

"Show them the video?" he pretended to ask, and Clarice drooled up at him, nodding as much as she could, feebly trying to smile as her arms struggled to reach up and grasp at him, to touch him, to worship him as her body spasmed helplessly. "Well, I suppose I could do that. It would be a waste to let all that hard work you did go unseen by the rest of the world... and we did promise them a special surprise today, didn't we?"

The deer-bitch gurgled helplessly, and Killer grinned before he snapped his fingers out to the side, not even bothering to look back at the crew as he ordered: "Show them the video."

The crew working at the laptop immediately began to work frantically, cutting from the stream to a short advertisement clip they kept to distract the viewers while they either moved between streams or buffered a prerecorded video. The livestream chat, of course, exploded into a mix of delight and pleading, some almost angrily crying out for them to bring back the stream, that they wanted to see their master at work, while others bragged about their purchases, or sent more donations, adding to the 'tithe' counter at the side of the chat stream, which was already well over five hundred million dollars and steadily climbing.

Killer loitered around,carrying the deer herm by the head like a child carrying a doll it had already gotten bored with, her hooves dangling helplessly above the floor as the hulking behemoth strode back to the center of the room. He carelessly rubbed the deer against his cock, no longer paying attention to her, but what little life was left in the meatsock was delighted to be used all the same, murmbling helplessly up at him as she twitched and gurgled, her hands trying helplessly to grip and stroke his immense cock.

The alpha liger watched with a smile as the advertisement ended and instead another short clip began playing: a rough animation of his massive cock slamming down through a set of skulls, sending up a spray of blood, followed by 'LEGEND' fading in across the center of the screen. There were a slew of production companies that backed him, but they all knew who the credit and the profits really belonged to, and they were all more than happy to provide him everything he wanted and accept the scraps he was generous enough to throw their way in return.

A brief black screen, and then the actual video began: the camerawork was shoddier, rougher, because the deer was the one handling the camera herself, grinning into it and flashing a quick V with her fingers before she spun it around with a giggle and burst out: "We're ready!"

The camera panned across the ruins of a living room that had been utterly torn apart, to a corner where Killer himself lounged comfortably back in the squished remains of what had once been a couch, and now was less than a cushion under his ass. Even with the blood and dust that speckled his body, he looked almost saintly in the natural light that shone down through the hole he had torn in the roof so he could rest more comfortably against the splintered walls of the home.

He grinned at the camera and gave a brief wave, saying idly: "Good. It would be a shame if we went through all this work and didn't get a chance to show my fans all your hard work. It might even inspire some of them to try and do the same..."

"I hope so, my lord!" Clarice said with clear delight in her voice, before the camera jiggled as she pranced towards the liger, then spun around, and the grin in her voice was audible as she panned across the stunned, confused group of deer that had been bound and gagged, laying sprawled in a writhing pile of naked, bruised bodies.

Clarice hurried over with the camera, grinning as she gracelessly panned over them, bringing the camera in and out of focus as she got too close and then stumbled back a little too far, laughing from behind the viewfinder as she sang: "And here are the special guests for today! Or should I say the special gifts for my master, Killer! Look at these cuties, ready and eager to be sacrificed!"

From the whimpers and tears on some of the faces of the collection of herms and does, it seemed like they weren't all quite as willing as Clarice might believe, but she only giggled as she stepped back and bragged: "My master has been generous enough to let me help him figure out what we should do with each and every one of them... oh, let me introduce them, master, please, can I?"

Killer gestured lazily with a hand as the camera swiveled towards him, unable to fit all of the massive liger in frame and only keeping his hulking, powerful chest consistently in picture: it was like Clarice couldn't decide if she should focus on her god's face, or his immense python of a cock that lay sprawled down one thigh, foreskin-covered head resting against the floor. "Go ahead. Make sure the world knows who they are, just how much they mean to you. I think it'll make it that much more enjoyable when we show the world just what you're willing to sacrifice for a chance at being my next victim."

"Yes, master! Of course, all for you..." Clarice replied eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement. She steadied the camera in her hands, then slipped over to the group of tied up deer, yanking one roughly out of the pile and nearly slamming her against the wall as she whimpered through the gag in her muzzle, staring up at her with fearful eyes.

"Here's my daddy!" proclaimed Clarice as she pushed the camera almost into the elder deer's face: 'daddy' was a hermaphrodite like her daughter, but her breasts were almost nonexistent, nothing but apple nubs, and her penis was a tiny thing, which looked as if it wanted to shrink into her body and reduce itself to less than a nubbin in the presence of the omnipotence that was Killer.

Clarice reached carelessly down and grasped this tiny, meaningless prick between her thumb and forefinger, idly rubbing it as she mumbled: "Can't believe I came out of this thing... anyway!" Her voice brightened. "Don't worry, daddy, because you aren't going to need your cock with what we're planning to do with you!"

Daddy tried to struggle, tried to whimper, but Clarice swung the camera to the next victim in line, a young girl no older than eight, whimpering and trembling, staring up with her big innocent eyes past the camera as Clarice cooed: "And this is my little girl, Janine. Hi, Janine! Be strong for your dad, okay? You're such a lucky little girl today... you don't even know it yet, but don't worry, you're gonna be such a star..."

Her little girl whimpered, tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks, but Clarice only moved the camera on as she picked another deer out of the pile and pushed her up against the wall. The doe spasmed and tried to shake away, but Clarice only tut-tutted as she purred: "Oh, don't be like that, Mom! I can smell how hot you are... every female wants an alpha male's touch, and you can't be satisfied with a dick like Daddy's."

Clarice's hand reached into frame, a finger teasingly flicking one hard nipple before she groped at her mother's other breast, and while Mom moaned and tried to move away, her thighs grinding together betrayed her lust, as did the faint wetness that shimmered on them. Clarice giggled, then moved the camera to the next victim in line, another herm who looked very similar to Clarice, and who whimpered and tried to lean away from Clarice even as she tried to lean into the frame of the camera, as if she was attempting to video a selfie with her. "This is my sister Amanda! Say hi, sis!"

Her sister squealed through the gag and tried to jerk herself away, but Clarice only scoffed and caught her shoulder, leaning down and forcibly putting their heads side-by-side, antlers clanking together and nearly tangling. Amanda tried to recoil, but she was again caught by her sibling as Clarice squeezed her around the neck, grumbling: "Oh, don't be jealous! You were always so jealous... you should be happy I'm sharing with you!"

"Sharing?" Killer asked idly from off camera, and Clarice smiled fawningly in his direction. "That's a cocky thing to say, bitch."

"That I'm sharing her with you, Master, she's lucky I'm not the jealous type and I invited her over. I could have left her out of this, after all..." Clarice licked her lips, then she swung the camera around in front of her, grasping it with both hands as she leaned back into her sister and nearly knocked her over, giggling as she said: "She might pretend she doesn't want it, but look at this!"

She swung the camera back, revealing the peeking cock through her hermaphrodite sister's legs, and Amanda moaned as she tried to cover her shameful, half-erect shaft. "She can pretend all she wants, but I bet she's nearly as horny as I am!"

Clarice rolled off her sibling, the camera flipping over with her and the image blurring out, sound distorting briefly before the deer got up and righted the camera, swinging it up as she stepped over to her next victim and focused on her: a whimpering little girl curled up to try and hide her penis and her body, scared and afraid as her father purred: "This is my second little girl, Sophia. Hey, Sophia, be strong for daddy, just like Janine, okay? You're gonna look so good on my master's cock..."

The little girl tried to whimper, snuffling and shuddering, her tiny, five year old body shaking helplessly in her restraints as she stared up at the herm. Clarice only smiled down at her tenderly, real love and parental affection in her voice, making the horror of the tip of her cock poking into the bottom of the frame, and her awful words so much more mind-numbing.

The camera shifted, to another girl, who was struggling haplessly in her bonds. She gave a squeal of anger and glared at her sibling as Clarice moved in, saying cheerfully: "This is my teenage sister, Penny! She's still pretty young and moody... worse than my girls! But she's been staring at Killer this whole time, just like the rest of them... you want him, don't you? Oh, don't worry, Penny, what we've got planned for you, none of these others are going to get to do... it's a real primal experience."

Clarice giggled at her own private joke as Penny screamed through her gag, but Clarice had already moved on, to the last deer in line: the only non-biological member of this family, a deer who quivered and stared at Clarice with blind horror, tears running down the young doe's cheeks.

"This is Jessie! She's my wife, mother of our lovely little kids; we're the same age and everything, and ever since I knocked her up nine years ago when we were just eleven years old, she's been my perfect soulmate ever since!" Clarice trilled, such honest warmth and love in her voice that it seemed to break the heart of the doe all over again, as she sobbed weakly through her gag. "Oh honey, sweetie, don't be like that! I love you, I love you more than you'll ever know, oh, sweetie, that's why I'm doing this!"

Jessie tried to speak, but the gag muffled and confused her words, and Clarice soothed: "Hold on, just a min, sweetie."

Her hand came into frame and gently tugged the gag loose, and Jessie gasped for breath like an animal, shivering before she blurted out: "What are you doing? C-Clarice, why-"

"What do you mean?" Clarice chuckled, then she said: "Silly, I just told you! I love you guys so much, and I did this all for you, not just me! Do you know how famous we're all going to be? We'll be immortal! Even better than that, we'll be his!"

Jessie stared at her wife, not comprehending her, mouthing wordlessly as she weakly shook her head. She looked confused, disappointed, terrified, like she was looking at someone she'd never seen before.

"B-But... Clarice, I know you're into... this, but this is..." She struggled to find the words: she struggled because she so clearly loved her wife and yet she hated all of this, and she struggled because she was frightened of this myth, this monster from the internet that had become very real and was sitting comfortably on their broken couch, but at the same time, her body wanted him so badly... "This is wrong, this-"

"I'm getting bored. Bring me the first one." Killer cut in, and Clarice giggled as the camera swung away from Jessie.

But even as she hurried over to the other deer, she purred out: "Don't you worry, sweetie, you'll see soon enough... you'll feel soon enough! We've got something extra special all for you..."

"Please! Please don't!" Jessie cried out, and her screaming only intensified when Clarice reached down to grasp Janine, hauling the little eight year old girl backwards. Seeing her mother scream and panic made Janine start crying, struggling and worming wildly back and forth in her father's grip, but Clarice easily dragged the doe by the ruff before she clicked her tongue at the trail of fear-piss that was left behind on the way to Killer.

"Oh, honey, now what did I tell you? Be strong." encouraged Clarice, before she paused and set her child down on the floor, apologizing: "Oh, I'm sorry, Lord Killer, I forgot."

"Don't worry, slut. I'm not interested in you because of your brain, after all." Killer said generously, and Clarice giggled at the deprecation as she set down the camera on some piece of furniture that had clearly been left there for exactly this reason.

The video captured Killer, lazily resting back in his seat, one hand idly rubbing his monstrous, slowly-throbbing godhood, but also Clarice as the naked deer grabbed her sister Penny, wrestling with her as the doe tried to struggle out of her bonds and swung herself as much as the ropes around her body and limbs would allow. But Clarice was both stronger and more determined, the psychotic deer grinning at the blows that glanced her body before she managed to seize her teenage sibling by the hooves and dragged her quickly backwards, away from the rest of the family and out of frame.

The deer shivered in the video as the sound of dragging became a sound of thumping, then bumps and clanks, the thuds of desperate struggle. It ended for a moment with a fleshy thwack, but then was followed by strange metallic squealing, and banging... and was followed a few moments after that by a muffled screaming, and the sound of desperate crashing.

These noises continued, the family watching in horror, and the sight of the liger's tongue licking his muzzle just visible at the top of the frame as the hulking behemoth gave a low rumble that seemed to shake the entire house.

Clarice returned after a few minutes, sighing and rubbing absently at a bruise on her breast, her half-hard cock flopping back and forth as she headed first to curtsy to her master, saying adoringly: "Put on dinner for you, Master! I know it's been a long day, and I'm lucky to have you here... I hope you like venison!"

The rest of her family moaned and whimpered as her daughter quivered and sobbed helplessly in her own piss, and Clarice turned her eyes down to Janine with a benevolent smile as she leaned down and quickly undid her bonds, and removed her gag. The doe girl whimpered, but Clarice wrapped her arms around her, and Janine was unable to resist burying herself against her parent as Clarice promised: "You be strong. This is our king, our master, our God, Janine... and he's promised your daddy he's going to take care of all of you."

"Y-Yeah?" Janine whimpered. "B-But then why-"

"Now shush now, don't worry." Clarice smiled at her daughter, then stood up and rested her hands on her shoulders, pushing the little girl forwards before she quickly slipped back, licking her lips hungrily as she hurried back to the camera to pick it up and get a better view of the wonder her God was about to bestow upon her and her family. "Be strong."

Janine whimpered, but looked up at Killer, trembling, staring in awe as her tiny body shuddered. And even the child felt the pull, the power, of the mighty god-liger, gasping as Killer slowly stood, a majestic, towering hulk that swallowed the girl completely beneath his might and shadow.

She looked up at him, and the great hulking beast grinned down at her as Clarice struggled to get the camera to take in more of the magnificent view of her daughter standing before the liger. Killer grinned as he gripped his massive, mighty godcock, and then he said idly: "Look at this little piece of fuckmeat. But if she's anything like you, she's already eager to be all over my cock... she just doesn't know it yet."

"Yes, Master..." Clarice whispered, and then she urged: "Go on, girl, go to him, touch him! Kiss that cock!"

"D-Daddy..." whimpered Janine, looking back at her herm father, but Clarice only urged her on, and the young girl trembled before she turned back around, slowly approaching Killer.

She reached up to touch his cock nervously as the huge liger squatted slightly, rumbling in entertainment as that great black beast of his shaft pushed down against her hands. He watched her with a predatory grin, chuckling at the way the little girl hesitated to even touch him before he rumbled: "Here. Let me help you."

He reached down, huge hand cupping much of the young girl's head and back before he yanked her against his massive cock. He grinned as he scrubbed her roughly like a toy along his humongous member, and the helpless squealing of Janine was punctuated by both muffled howls of protests from the family, but also the hard giggles of Clarice, who blurted out: "That's right, baby, come on, give yourself to him, just let him do whatever he wants with you, he owns you now!"

Janine squealed and shrieked, but her resistance was less than token as she was ground up and down that monstrous member. It flexed against her, and that alone, the bulge of cock against her body, was almost enough to crush her poor little form.

She spasmed and gargled, but couldn't even scream when Killer tossed her to the ground before the massive liger grasped his ponderous pillar of godcock and hefted it up before slamming it down, grinning cruelly as that massive member smashed down against the little whore's body. That single hard thwack of his cock crushed Janine to the floor with a sickening splat, her mother giving a scream as Clarice only giggled in delight, watching in awe as Killer snorted in contempt, rubbing a hand idly down the top of his massive member before he slowly peeled the head off the ground, pulling much of Janine's broken body with it.

The little girl had exploded like rotten fruit, her broken remains either hanging off the monstrous underside of Killer's cockhead in a gluey, gorey mess, or were smeared in a stain across the floor, a severed limb still haplessly flexing at the air amidst the rest of the pile of ruin. Clarice hurried forwards to get a good shot of this, then scanned the camera up as Killer obligingly hooked a finger into his thick foreskin to haul his cock upwards so she could get video of the underside of his mighty cockhead... and the goopey smear that had once been her daughter. "Oh, my Master..."

"Clarice!" screamed Jessie, but Clarice ignored her wife, her eyes shimmering as she leaned into the camera frame and grinned widely, mad with desire and awe for her God, slowly grinding her face against his fat cockhead before she dragged her tongue hungrily up through her own daughter's broken remains.

"Don't be greedy, fuckmeat, I didn't say you could get a taste of me just yet." Killer taunted as he reached down and shoved Clarice back with a finger, and she giggled as she stumbled away before gasping when Killer slapped her carelessly, the camera flying out of her hands and bouncing across the floor, the image and audio distorting before it came back: "-the next one."

"Yes, my God, right away!" Clarice's voice came from off-camera, and her feet appeared for a moment before she scooped it up with a grin and turned quickly towards her family. She hurried towards her sister, Amanda, who cowered back and shook her head wildly before she squealed through her gag when Clarice grabbed her by the hair, roughly hauling her fellow herm deer off.

The camera bounced and shifted as Clarice sought to move her sibling, and her sibling fought as much as her bonds would allow. The video shifted wildly, giving quick shots of a struggling body, heaving breasts, of Clarice's throbbing cock jutting at half-mast and slapping occasionally into Amanda's face and breasts as she dragged her sister over the floor.

She threw her down at Killer's feet, then dropped on her, straddling her and pinning her beneath her body with a grin, and Amanda screamed, the camera shaking from the wild, useless blows she made with her tied wrists against Clarice's stomach. "She's lively!"

The camera swung up towards Killer, catching his snort of derision for a moment before his foot slammed into Clarice and kicked her like a toy off of her sister, the camera flying out of her hands again to clatter to the ground. The image stuttered, then steadied just in time so the viewers could watch as Killer's foot came down and stomped cruelly on Amanda: her legs snapped like twigs as they were forced to butterfly outwards, her arms shattered even as her bonds tore, and her stomach was crushed, the deer vomiting blood as her eyes bulged with horror.

Killer twisted his foot, looking down at her with a snort, and there was an audible shredding sound as a coil of gut popped loose from her torn stomach, the hulking liger commenting: "I always forget how soft most of you pathetic little toys are. Look at this little bug, writhing under my toes..." He idly flexed his foot, his claws digging against her belly, making her scream helplessly through her gag as she struggled to yank her arms loose from where they were slowly being crushed into her own body, but to no avail. "I don't think she's going to be any use to me."

"I'm sorry, master, you're just too strong for them... for all of us. You're so powerful, a true God..." Clarice was half-whimpering, half-adulating, the camera shivering with her body as she stumbled closer to him, her breathing rough and excited. "But I'm sure you can still have fun with her, can't you? I bet you feel how excited she is... how much her little whore body wants you to ruin it..."

"I certainly do feel the little slut squirming away... and I think she pissed herself." Killer mocked, before he slid his foot upwards, carelessly pulling a coil of intestine on his toeclaws out of the gaping wound in the deer's stomach, and the herm gargled and spasmed, eyes rolling in her head, bloody foam dripping out of her jaws before her head crunched loudly as the liger pressed his big toe against it, smearing her entrails and her own piss across her face. "Lick it, slut. Lick your mess off or I'll crush your little skull like a tin can."

Clarice swept quickly in, giggling and breathing hard, zooming in on the teary face of the half-gagged deer. Amanda choked around the gag hanging out of her mouth, gurgling and whimpering before she clenched her eyes shut, a sob wracking her ruined body as she nuzzled helplessly into the toe, unable to deny the command of the mighty liger as her tongue wormed its way around the makeshift gag and pushed into the liger's foot.

Clarice's breathing roughened as she watched her sibling, but it was from anything but fear: her whispers of jealousy gave away her lust as she helplessly tried to steady the camera, filming the show before Amanda gurgled and coughed blood across the liger's undertoe, and the hulking feline clucked his tongue before he said: "Stupid little fucktoy can't even clean my foot right anymore. Dumb whore; I suppose the best thing we can do is put this cunt out of her misery..."

Clarice gave a breathy little moan as she stepped backwards so she could watch through the camera as Killer drew his foot off her sister, then reached down and tangled his fingers almost teasingly in the coils of intestine that protruded from Amanda's shredded body. She spasmed, but wasn't even able to scream even as the liger looped those thick coils of her own guts around her arms and throat, then hefted her in one hand like a grisly puppet, making her convulse and spasm in the air.

She gargled and choked, losing control of her bodily functions and spilling waste down her legs as her broken limbs jangled and twitched uselessly. Killer grinned down at his marionette, shaking his head in contempt as Clarice whimpered with desire. "All you whores need so much direction..."

He made Amanda dance, cruelly puppeting her back and forth before he suddenly spun his wrist around, twining her guts tight in his hand and jerking backwards: the deer's eyes bulged as her half-hard cock slapped against her body, betraying her lust with a helpless squirt of her fluids even as agony clearly overwhelmed her as she gagged and choked, the coils of her own guts tightening ruthlessly around her neck.

He squeezed slowly, looking down at the slut being squeezed against the topside of his fingers, watching as the life faded quickly from her eyes, feeling her spasming, quaking... and finally, subsiding, her head lolling against the intestines around her neck, bloody drool dripping from her jaws. Killer chuckled at the sight of the ruined deer herm, and then he simply tossed her broken, mangled corpse aside, shredding her guts with a mere flick of his fingers.

She hit the wall with a thud, the survivors moaning out in horror before Clarice grinned as she swung the camera around to scan across her family, watching them shudder and quake, staring at her with horror, or sobbing uncontrollably. Killer grinned, merciless and amused as his shaft gave a slow, heavy throb, and then his eyes settled on the mature doe who was staring at him from across the room, saying idly: "Bring me your mother. I think she deserves to feel a real cock after what she's been stuck with her whole life."

"Yes, Master!" chirped Clarice, and the camera hurried over to the mature doe, who whimpered and leaned back, but she was clearly flushed, and her daughter grinned as she teased: "Oh, don't worry, the Legend has that effect on everyone... fear, arousal, and wanting to give your everything to him... but we know our place, don't we, mommy?"

Clarice reached down, undoing the knots that held her mother's ropes on, and the doe stared up at her daughter with a whimper before the herm tenderly removed the gag from her mother's mouth. Mom bit her lip, staring up at her progeny before she whispered: "Clarice... please..."

"Oh, momma, don't you worry..." Clarice reached into frame, gently stroking her mother's face before she roughly grabbed her by the hair, and her mother cried out, but even as she tried to free herself, she didn't resist being jerked to her feet and half-dragged forwards, stumbling after her daughter. "Once you get a taste of him, you'll understand!"

Mom fell to her knees with a grunt, her hands going out to catch herself and landing in the mixed stains of her daughter and granddaughter. She shivered violently, then slowly looked up, tears running down her cheeks as she stared in awe and horror at the mighty liger-god before her. Killer grinned down at the mature doe, licking his lips before he teased: "I know I have fans of all ages, bitch, but usually the ones I deal with are younger than you. Still, considering what your pussy's used to, you should still feel plenty tight around my cock... then again..."

Killer gripped the base of his monstrous member as it gave another powerful throb, the head of his cock pushing out from beneath his foreskin, the liger growling: "Even if you've been cheating on your cuck with a thousand other males, you'd still feel as tight as a virgin to me."

"Y-Yes..." moaned Mom, and then she cried out and shook her head, trying to cover her face and lean away, but her body was shaking, her hips were already bucking, and there was a glistening moistness on her sex... "No! No!"

"Taste it, bitch." Killer ordered, leaning forwards before he grinned as Mom looked up at him, trembling, shaking with both fear and longing. "I know you want it. Get a taste of a real male. Find out what you've been missing all these years.

"Do it, Mom, give in to him... you'll understand when you do..." Clarice encouraged with a low purr, and her mother trembled before she closed her eyes as she hesitantly leaned forwards...

She gasped out as her hands touched his fat cockhead, whimpering as she leaned in closer, breathing in his thick musk. Her eyes watered, but she couldn't stop herself from leaning in further, until her lips nearly touched his dark-fleshed pillar, a shudder running through her body as she drew her eyes upwards and stared in awe up at the mighty god-liger.

The titan snorted in entertainment, then he reached down and grabbed her by the face, yanking her forwards, past his huge shaft and burying her head into his enormous balls. She choked on the strength of his musk, but didn't pull away even as she gagged, desire taking control and driving her to mash herself into his boulderous testicles, grinding herself against his monstrous sac and moaning as she felt his weighty, pulsing penis against her backside, the only reason she wasn't utterly crushed by it because of his slowly growing erection hefting it outward from his body.

"Dumbfuck slut." Killer snorted as he stroked a hand down his massive shaft, feeling it pulse as the doe ground and mouthed at his balls, as she whimpered and trembled and tried to dig herself deeper into his monstrous testicles, even as she gagged on his intense musk. "But I guess I'm not surprised."

Clarice gave a low purr of her own approval, before she watched as Killer yanked her mother loose from beneath his balls, throwing her to the ground on her back. She coughed and sputtered, but stared up at the alpha male hungrily, drenched in his ball sweat and her thighs shimmering with her own nectar, panting hard, breasts heaving, body shaking as she rasped out: "My... G-God..."

"Yes, I am your God. Now let's see what you can offer God, slut." Killer rumbled, as he stepped forwards as his massive member pulsed, huge head flaring beneath his foreskin, those thick nubs along the flare pushing outwards, becoming larger, more frightening points.

But Mom was lost in the power of her new Master, only moaning for him, spreading her legs wide as she stared up at him with awe, and she cried out in delight as his massive, monstrous cockhead rubbed down against her, forcing her thighs wider before it ground teasingly up over her stomach, making her feel the weight, the power in that monstrous member as it pushed across her helpless body.

She whimpered and stared up at him, grasping helplessly at that battering ram of a cockhead, her body shuddering beneath his might as she shivered and bucked her hips helplessly, orgasming at the feel of that godcock alone. Killer snorted in entertainment: the whore barely seemed to notice her own orgasm, drooling and broken already by his power: but that was the way these fuck-starved broodwhores always were when it hit them all at once just how unlucky they'd been over the course of their lives to have only ever experienced such utterly inferior males.

Killer thrust against her, slowly, teasingly, making her groan as her ribs nearly cracked, trembling as she realized his cock was only getting larger, fatter, harder, as it grew more erect, bulging towards its terrible full omnipotence. Killer rumbled, licking his lips as he dragged his enormous member back, letting the head slide naturally to that cradle between her legs, pushing against her flexing, tiny cunt: as wide as it tried to gape for him, it was nothing but a mousehole... but he was going to drive this freight-train of a cock through that little gate all the same.

He leaned down, grinning as his hand slammed down onto her face and pinned her to the floor before his powerful legs flexed as he squatted, allowing his weight to be the driving force behind his thrust rather than his incredible strength. That pillar of cock plowed forwards as Mom screamed and spasmed, her pelvis cracking and shattering instantly, her pussy ripping irrevocably as she was stretched and torn in ways she had never imagined were possible.

That massive battering ram of cock forced its way into her, the huge head bloating her body as her hips completely dislocated, legs spasming uselessly as she screamed again, her eyes bulging and her head shaking helplessly as she gibbered nonsense, both pleading for more and begging for him to stop.

But Killer was relentless, ruthless, plowing viciously forwards into the doe turned fuckdoll: Mom screamed as her head rolled back, but even as she felt herself being torn apart, she also felt her body responding, her hips trying uselessly to buck, her sex clenching down even as it was torn apart by the massive cock penetrating her, forcing into her, that huge, not even half-hard hypervirility already threatening to tear her apart.

He thrust down, and the doe's body bulged as she gargled, and Clarice gave a loud 'ooh' of amazement at the sight of her mother's form swelling with the mighty godcock of the liger, the mature deer's body struggling to keep itself together as it was forcibly punched into the shape of the perfect cocksleeve for the liger.

He pushed down into her, growling, grinning widely as his ice blue eyes seemed to pin her very soul to the floor, Mom able to do nothing but gargle and quiver helplessly as she felt her ribs snapping, felt her organs being pulped to mush, felt the very fabric of her being tested by the might of the liger as that colossal cock crushed its way down into her helpless form-

She gasped, her eyes bulging in their sockets, her body flexing with a gurgle as she tried to scream a denial, but only air whispered out as Clarice realized what was happening just in time to zoom the camera in on her bulging gut: and as Killer thrust down, the hapless whore's body surrendered to the liger's impossible might.

The liger's cock punched down, and her body simply couldn't handle his size, his potency, his power: her stomach all-but-exploded in a hail of mush and gore, a spray of blood and chunks of what had once been her innards spurting in all directions as the hulking feline's cock ripped through her like a cheap condom.

Her spine crunched like glass beneath the cockhead of the liger as flesh tore and her body gave way beneath the feline's unstoppable force; her broken ribs burst outwards in all directions as she gargled, the pressure of his thrust causing her eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets, blood spurting from her nose and her throat nearly pushing inside-out from her own mouth. Her body quaked as it tore further as the liger thrust through her, snorting in pleasure and entertainment and derision as he pounded his cock ruthlessly down into her body, cracking the cheap hardwood floor beneath his massive cock as he rumbled: "That's the problem with these fuck-starved toys. They end up ripping apart like paper... your worthless daddy should have fucked her more. Would have helped prepare her for a cock, since I don't think her cute little clitty counts."

Clarice giggled from behind the camera, and the frame visibly shivered with her bliss as she slipped forwards as Killer carelessly ground his cock through the mess that had once been her mother, finishing grinding that helpless, broken bitch-toy not just in half, but into another gorey smear that mixed with the rest of the mess that already covered the room. He straightened, majestic and towering, the video camera catching for a moment a glimpse of the god that made the viewers feel truly weak, truly captured by his power: he towered beneath the torn roof, spotless apart from the filth he had chosen to touch, his cock dripping with the blood and ichor of several victims, mixing with the older fuck-debris that was visible just beyond the flaring, fattening crown of thorns around his cockhead as he looked down with arrogant superiority.

And then the camera swiveled for a moment as a dinging came from the kitchen, and Clarice trilled: "It sounds like your meal should be ready, Master!"

Clarice set down the camera on their makeshift tripod, and Killer grinned as he sat comfortably back on the destroyed couch, idly stroking his hardening cock, smearing crimson, chunky lube across that mammoth member as his deer sycophant dashed across the frame and headed for the kitchen. There was a distant clamor, followed by a thumping, and then a screeching as Clarice shoved a frail metal dinner trolley overloaded with a hunk of what had once been deer on it.

The curled, burnt remains of Penny gaped brokenly up at Killer, a cooked apple in her maw, her eyes cloudy and melted, her body a twitching, stinking mess, crisped and cooked. Clarice smiled up at her master, then stepped back out of frame... but her sounds of delight could be heard as clearly as the whimpers and moans of the family as Killer reached down and poked the burnt body with a finger, then he snorted and remarked: "Well, I'm not here for your culinary skills either, bitch... it looks like you should have turned the roast."

He carelessly slipped a hand beneath the burnt corpse, wiping away some of the charred outer layer before he hefted Penny's lifeless body up to his jaws, and he grinned as he added: "But it's fine. I like my meat a little rare, anyway."

His long tongue slid out, licking across the charred corpse's face before he pushed her into his maw: he bit down, and bones and flesh tore with a tremendous crunch, a dismembered limb spilling out of the liger's jaws and pattering to the ground, a trickle of warm fluids spurting from the wound in the meat. Clarice shivered, swaying in and out of frame: the only thing that remained visible at all times was her cock, and the hand desperately playing with herself as she watched as Killer devoured what had once been her teenage sibling in one, two, three large bites.

He spat out the remains of a hoof, then chewed the last of the deer meditatively before picking at his teeth, rumbling low in his muscular chest as his other hand idly stroked along his gargantuan godcock. It throbbed before him, powerful, ultimate, omnipotent, and Clarice had already orgasmed twice, and was now drooling on her knees, waiting to serve her lord and master, staring up at him and his ultimate male pride.

"Next." Killer said, and Clarice nodded almost dreamily before she turned and crawled off frame. There was a brief struggle, the sound of whimpering, and then Clarice came back, dragging her five year old daughter by the hair to offer her to Killer, but the liger grinned as he rested back and instead gestured at her as he idly stroked along his mammoth member, a great, thick trail of pre already leaking from that huge, heavy rod, massive sperms dripping loose from the fat head and squirming in puddles around his broken couch throne. "I think you should give me a show to go with the dinner I just ate."

Clarice grinned up at him, licking her lips hungrily before she nodded, looking down at her daughter. Sophia looked up at her, whimpering, not comprehending before she screamed when Clarice grabbed her by the head and jerked her in close, the little girl spasming and struggling helplessly as the deer herm ground her massive, throbbing cock against her daughter's face, piercings digging painfully across her features as the eager slave growled: "I would be honored to get her ready for you, Master..."

"No, Clarice, please, not our little girl!" Jessie screamed from off camera, but Clarice ignored her, instead slapping her daughter across the face when she tried to turn away before she roughly slammed her cockhead forwards, and the little girl hurked as that huge, fat cockhead was rammed into her jaws, giving a muffled shriek as that thick, solid penis crammed its way down her little throat.

Clarice was rough and cruel and inelegant: she yanked the little girl upwards by the head and hair as she thrust down until the angle ceased to satisfy her, and then she jerked her daughter upside down, holding her by the ankle with one hand and the underside of her chin with the other as she slammed the helpless child fucktoy down like a fleshlight while she bucked upwards with her hips, ramming her studded cock into her daughter's face as her confused little cocklet slapped helplessly against her belly, piss pattering out of her flexing penis to stain her own chest.

Clarice jerked her daughter up and down her shaft until she came, filling her daughter's stomach and throat, spurts of her cum blasting out of the girl's jaws and nostrils as Killer rumbled with amusement at the sight, lazily stroking his own massive cock, the smallest globs of his pre that sprayed out of that massive member far outdoing even the greatest of Clarice's orgasms. He grinned as the deer tore her coughing, choking daughter off her shaft, only to turn her around and spread her legs, whispering: "Daddy loves you. Daddy loves you so much."

Sophia barely had time to raise her head before the five year old girl screamed as she was slammed downwards, her daddy grinning viciously as she rammed her massive cock into her helpless little girl, as Jessie shrieked a useless denial off camera. Clarice pistoned her hips cruelly, roughly thrusting her massive cock to the bloody hilt into her daughter's virgin cunt, stretching, tearing, ruining her as she pounded mercilessly into her own daughter like she was nothing but a living fucksleeve.

And that was all she was to Clarice at the moment as the deer leaned forwards, her breasts slapping against her daughter's face, her fat testicles beating a hard tattoo against the little girl's trembling thighs as her sex tore from the force of that girthy cock ramming into it, from the unrelenting cruelty and the solid piercings that ripped against her soft flesh as that huge member ripped in and out of her destroyed virginity.

Sophia spasmed and squirmed and screamed, slapping and shoving helplessly at her father's body, but there was nothing she could do to free herself: all the child could do was shriek at the pain and betrayal, until her child's mind broke under the strain and she slumped backwards in a drooling, sobbing daze, no longer really conscious, only a living cocksleeve full of pain and suffering.

Clarice jerked that little body up and down, doing everything she could to please her master and to show her devotion for him, filling her daughter's body with her fatherly seed. She growled and bit into the little girl's neck, making her spasm and moan as her form shook and shuddered, bloated, ruined, stinking of cum and piss and abuse, a fucktoy that was already breaking under the strain of Clarice's raw lust-

"Bring her here." Killer suddenly ordered, and Clarice immediately looked up with sparkling eyes, breathing harder, her body shuddering and flexing, but the deer not allowing herself to orgasm again even as her cock stiffened inside her daughter. Instead, the herm hurried forwards, yanking her daughter up and loose from her cock before she rose her up to Killer in both hands as if she was asking for blessing, and Killer grinned at the deer before he slowly stroked his monumental cock: it throbbed, massive and almost fully hard, a goliath of a shaft, impossible for her to measure with her eyes. It was simply too huge, too thick, too big, too much meat on a titan that already dwarfed her beneath his immensity and who had only seemed to have grown over their hours together...

"We already saw me pop one of you useless cunts today, and my cock's already got the polish it needs..." He idly stroked his obsidian member, the red stains across it almost glowing against his dark, powerful flesh. "So let's put this little fucktoy to use cleaning the inside of my cock. Put her in."

Killer's cockhead flexed as if beckoning, the great maw of his massive shaft gaping hungrily open, and Clarice shuddered in delight before she approached that waiting beast with her whimpering daughter, enough sense returning to Sophia for her to slur out: "N-N-No..."

"Yes..." breathed Clarice, as she held up her daughter, her sacrifice, and she grasped Sophia by the back of the head. Her daughter helplessly squirmed, but there was nowhere to go: even when she tried to scream, tried to reach out her arms to push at the thick head of the liger's cock, there was nothing she could do to contend with her father's strength, or the eagerness of the liger's cock to swallow her up.

Her head squelched into that gaping maw, and the cock itself seemed to hungrily pull the child in, her shoulders vanishing next, yanking her arms to her sides as the towering member flexed, that massive malehood throbbing as it swallowed its victim in a few quick, greedy gulps. Clarice's arms were pulled into the wet heat of the shaft, moaning in delight as she felt the strength of his cock, the power of every flex for a moment before she almost reluctantly dragged herself loose from her god's abyssal cockhole, and Killer smiled down at her with entertainment as his shaft flexed.

A distinct, soft crunch cut through the air, picked up even by the distant camera, before it was followed by softer squelches as that humongous godshaft flexed and throbbed. That huge, hard member pulsated powerfully as Killer idly rubbed along the veiny dark flesh, the liger rumbling: "That's a good girl. You've still got a show to finish before you can join the rest of your family."

Clarice nodded fawningly, looking up at him with adoration made all the more horrible by the weak sobs coming from off camera. Then Clarice glanced back over her shoulder before she licked her lips, her cock throbbing visibly as she said excitedly: "I lost track of how many we'd done so far... daddy's next?"

Killer simply nodded, and Clarice stumbled out of camera frame. There was a clattering and a banging, and then a weak gasp, followed by the sound of something hard hitting flesh. A moment later, Clarice half-shoved her father into frame, the older herm whimpering as she crawled on her knees, hands and arms still helplessly bound, her eyes terrified as Clarice followed after her with a double-barreled shotgun now held tightly in her hands.

"Get the cuck more in front of the camera." Killer ordered, and Clarice grinned as she circled around her father. When the herm failed to immediately move back a bit, she slammed the butt of the shotgun into her face, making her cry out around the gag before she fell on her side and squirmed back a bit, gasping around the gag. "There. That should catch the show nicely."

Killer grinned, kneading his immense member idly with one hand as Clarice licked her lips and leaned down to quickly yank the gag loose. Her father gasped, shaking her head before she whimpered as she realized she was laying in the remains of several other family members, almost hyperventilating before she blurted out: "Clarice, Clarice let me go, it doesn't have to be like this, you can still-"

Clarice kicked her father in the face, making her gasp before she said kindly: "For your sake, daddy, shut up. You've all been so rude to Killer, the Legend, our rightful owner and God... I don't want to make this any more painful for you than it has to be."

Daddy laughed in disbelief, sputtering and shaking her head weakly, but then she winced when Clarice shoved both barrels against the side of her head, her eyes frantically looking back and forth before Killer said idly: "Don't worry, Clarice. I don't care what the bugs think of me. Besides, their bodies always tell the truth... she stinks of fear and awe. Of jealousy and hate and wanting me. Wanting this."

Killer rubbed a hand along his gargantuan girth, and both herms shivered: Clarice with visible longing and delight, her father with terror and fear and a hint of monstrous lust. The liger snorted at the sight, then grinned as he said: "Well, there's no need to draw it out. Do it."

Clarice grinned, and for a moment, her father gibbered as the deer cocked both triggers and shoved the barrels against her head... before the herm blinked in surprise as the gun drew away. She had a moment of confusion as Clarice stepped around her, but any relief she might have started to feel vanished in horror as the cold metal barrels of the gun shoved against, then roughly into, her asshole, ripping it wide in a spurt of lubricating blood as she screamed in shock and pain.

Her back arched, but she couldn't wiggle fast enough to get away or halt Clarice from ramming the shotgun forwards, the maniac grinning from ear-to-ear as she growled: "You always did love this little toy, daddy. And just like you..."

There was a flex, a moment of screaming... and then a tremendous, muffled bang that was almost drowned out by the splatter of blood and brain matter across the floor and walls as the older herm's neck and head exploded outwards, blown apart by both barrels of the shotgun, gunsmoke writhing up out of the burnt stump of neck from the blackened metal ends sticking out of them. "It has a hair trigger."

Clarice giggled, leaning over her father's corpse, squeezing the handle of the shotgun impaled through the underendowed herm before she looked up at her master for approval, and Killer gave a careless wave and a lazy snort as he idly stroked his mammoth godcock, saying idly: "That gun has less power than my cock. Maybe we should have just put her up against the wall and blown her head off with my pre."

"It would have been more exciting." admitted Clarice, before she licked her lips as her eyes roved to the last victim laying off camera, who was moaning in horror at the sights she'd been forced to witness.

"Except I think she would have choked to death on my sperms or shredded apart like your mother... and as much as you sluts like to watch me jerk off, you're here for my entertainment, not the other way around." Killer grinned at the video camera, adding idly: "This is just a fun side effect."

He chuckled as Clarice giggled and nodded up at him, before she brightened as Killer added easily: "But I suppose we can take out that last little surprise and show the world just how little I really need to try to ruin fucktoys like you..."

"Yes, Master!" Clarice exclaimed, and then she hurried off camera. For a few moments, there was nothing but the faint crying of Jessie in the background, and the sight of Killer lounging, stroking his mammoth member as he rumbled idly to himself, leaning comfortably before he grinned, and off-camera, Jessie cried out in horror a moment before Clarice came back into frame.

She entered with a little bundle: a tiny girl, a helpless infant, the last of her children, whom she caressed and whispered gentle words to before she looked up at the camera and winked, licking her lips and trembling with anticipation as she said: "This is my youngest, Tina-"

"No, Clarice, no, please!" Jessie cried off screen, but Clarice only glared at her for a moment before she continued loudly, ignoring her wife:

"My youngest daughter, Tina. She's a cute little thing, isn't she? And she's-"

"Clarice! God, Clarice, p-please-"

"Shut the fuck up, Jessie!" Clarice snapped, glaring off screen, as Killer chuckled at the drama. "Fucking hell, you'll get your turn in a minute, will you just let me do this for our daughter?"

Jessie gasped, then spluttered helplessly off-screen, clearly trying to make sense of the insanity that Clarice had just spouted, but it was something that part of her was starting to understand: that there was no turning away from Killer, that he was the ultimate, the end-all, the God they were all here to serve...

That was what Clarice believed, anyway, and her devotion was clear, clearer than it had even been with Sophia as she unswaddled Tina and laid the naked babe down on the floor before her master, sliding away from him and purring: "She's all yours..."

"Like the rest of you. But this little one wouldn't even be a stain on my cock..." Killer grinned as he lowered his massive member, that monumental godhood throbbing with unbelievable power above the baby, a terrible totem of absolute alpha authority.

That huge shaft flexed, veins bulging across its massive length, cockhead throbbing before that great gaping jaw opened, a fat glob of pre filled with enormous, wriggling sperms slowly forming at the tip.

It bulged and grew, and Jessie cried out in horror as she realized what was going to happen, what they were doing, but she was helpless to do anything but struggle off camera as Clarice dropped to her knees to watch in awe as that huge, thick wad of male essence fattened and gathered steadily, growing larger and heavier until it finally pulled itself away from the massive cockhead beneath its own immense weight.

That huge, thick glob of pre fell over the confused infant, muffing her confused cries as thick, gluey cockslime covered her completely. But while that gooey ooze spilled around her and puddled to the ground, the massive sperms that had inhabited it wiggled and writhed, twisting and sliding like hungry predators across the infant's body, so large and fat and hulking they almost completely hid the helpless babe from view, dwarfing her with their unholy, massive proportions.

Little Tina tried to cry out, flailing her helpless limbs, but the massive sperms sensed her weak flesh, her warmth, her femaleness, without caring in the slightest that she was too young or feeble to breed or even understand what was going on.

They swarmed across her: those huge, greedy sperms scouring her body and shoving themselves greedily into her sex, their whip-like tails snapping back and forth and their fat, bulbous heads grinding and pushing into her, bestial liger-sperms forcing themselves against her little jaw, punching into every orifice they could find. Her lips were spread wider by those huge, fat sperms than any cock of her own kind ever could, the baby trying helplessly to scream around the huge breed-seed forcing their way into her jaws, snapping her little maw and choking her as they ripped down her throat.

They swarmed her from every angle, fought and struggled with every hole they could find: they tried to push in through her ears, against her nostrils, bruised and jellified her eyes as they forcibly battered their way into the toddler's skull. She struggled, screaming, but little Tina was helpless to resist: even an adult would have trouble surviving the onslaught that single great drip of pre had released, and she was far from an adult.

They forced their way into her ass, tearing her anal ring into a bloody mess, and shredded her virgin vagina as they sought her womb; they turned her throat into a gaping tunnel and dislocated her jaws as they slithered their way down to her stomach, and they brutalized her sockets and every other hole they could find or make in her body, the toddler's cries turning to gargles and spasms as her vulnerable form went limp beneath their assault.

The sperms kept pushing on, pushing in, and the camera caught every moment of it, as the infant's body bloated with them, bulges and bumps appearing in her fattening stomach, her cheeks puffing out, even her skull developing strange bulges before she began to quiver. Her limbs convulsed, her stomach swelled and dilated, her head wrenched back and forth as if she was possessed for a moment before that tiny, heaving chest suddenly burst like an overinflated balloon in a hail of gore and fat sperms that were launched loose from ruined organs by the eruption.

Clarice clapped her hands in glee at the sight, and Killer snorted in entertainment as Jessie moaned off-camera. The massive liger's cock flexed, releasing another great glob of pre that drowned the exploded corpse completely beneath it before he yawned loudly, glancing idly up and asking: "Are you ready? My crew should have the room set up by now, slut..."

"Oh, yes... yes, I am, my God..." Clarice said eagerly as she looked up with shining eyes at the liger, trembling in delight before she grinned as she turned towards the camera. She hurried to it, then picked it up and quickly shifted it over to look at trembling, terrified, _alone_Jessie, her wife staring up at her miserably as Clarice sang: "And we've got something special just for you, honey!"

"Just kill me... god, Clarice, why? Why, why would you do all this? I don't... I don't want to play. Just... just kill me..." begged Jessie as Clarice pranced towards her, but the hermaphrodite holding the camera only giggled as she zoomed in on her wife's face, highlighting her tears, her terror, her pain.

"Uh uh uh! Don't you worry, sweetie... we've got something special for you!"

The video ended, abruptly cutting off Clarice's wild giggling, and the crew quickly brought the live feed back on, the cameras back in position on Killer, getting the best possible view of him towering over them all that they could, as the colossus stood with Clarice hanging helplessly from his hand, and his mighty, massive cock fully erect, standing out from his body like a monstrous battering ram that was ready to crash down the gates of Heaven itself.

He seemed even larger, Clarice thought with joy: a thought that was matched only by the dazed thrill of being able to see the livestream monitor from where she helplessly hung, and the reactions of horror, disgust, envy and terror from the viewers, all... all for her, and her master. All because she had been willing to do for him what so many others only were able to _wish_they could do, sacrificing her family, loved ones, her very children all for him!

Her body throbbed with bliss as she shuddered in joy, somehow finding the strength to reach down and stick her finger into the bleeding stump of her dismembered dick, the pain and pleasure of it delighting her almost as much as the thought that so many hated her, a feeling that only further fueled her desire to be her one and only God's willing sacrifice.

Killer stood, posing for a moment as he dangled his fuckdoll in one hand and stroked the other along the topside of his gargantuan girth, grinning arrogantly at the cameras that circled into position so they should show his full, mighty size: more than a hundred and eighty inches of towering hypervirility, pulsing with such power that it made the mirrors on the wall shake, and the deer's loins quiver with every flex.

Clarice, or the savaged toy that had once been Clarice, looked up at her master with drooling adoration as he rumbled to the cameras: "This is why all your tributes and donations don't impress me. Clarice here was willing to sacrifice her whole family, just for a chance to enslave herself to me, knowing she would never be more than half-a-day's cockrag. But she's going to get something all of you want, whether you'll admit it or not: execution by the Legend's cock."

He grinned, and Clarice moaned as she clutched at her ruined groin, her needy body flexing eagerly as she drooled hungrily, staring up at her master with adoration as he growled: "Now let's find out just how long this whore lasts when I fuck her. Get the timer ready."

The viewers screamed and cheered in the chatroom as a skull-shaped clock appeared in the corner of the screen, ready to keep track of just how long Clarice managed to last before she was fucked to death by their glorious god's cock: a favorite of the viewers, who would make bets or brag emptily to each other that they would last a few seconds longer. They watched as Killer slung Clarice to the ground on her back, the writhing, excited victim gurgling and staring with need up at her master and god as he towered over her for a moment, then dropped to his knees as he allowed his enormous erection to swing menacingly over her, completely covering her beneath its incredible shadow as he rumbled: "I hope you're ready, fuckslut. It's the moment you've been waiting for."

Clarice moaned, trying to nod eagerly, her body shaking with ecstasy as she reached up to touch that massive god-pillar as it drew slowly back, as he let the colossal member, curved downwards under its own terrifying mass, drag lightly over her form, crushing her into the floor with its invincible weight. She was barely aware of the huge hand that seized into one of her breasts with such hunger and force to nearly rip it right off her chest as his fingers dug through her soft, vulnerable hide. She gasped as she felt the monstrous mass of his godly balls grind over her as he drew back, and back, and back, that endless tower of cock painfully pulling down the front of her body until the fat, great head of that leviathan forced her thighs even further apart and dwarfed her bloodied, ruined groin. She swallowed thickly as she saw the enormous cockhead sliding down her body until the huge, fat head pushed past the nub of her cockstump to her flexing, swollen, already gaping gates. No amount of gaping and devastation could change the fact that her poor, defenceless sex was just a small slit, ludicrously small when faced by his monstrously enormous member and by that vast, terrible flare that made even the eager masochist tremble violently. That titanic member, harder than steel, was too much for her poor body to bear, and there was no defence against it. It was too solid, too powerful, too terrible.

She whimpered as that huge, heavy cockhead pressed against her, and Killer grinned as he gripped into her legs, roughly forcing them back as he dug his fingers through her flesh as if she was made of butter, that massive member throbbing powerfully before he growled to the crew: "Let's start."

The timer started as Killer plowed his massive cock forwards, obliterating her small sex, and Clarice howled in agony and ecstasy as that monstrous godcock rammed its way into her body, pulverizing the gates of her vagina and punching a gaping hole in her body, bulldozing a tunnel into her flesh as she bulged in the shape of his monstrous member.

The liger rammed ruthlessly into her, bones shattering, turning the bones in her legs to dust, dislocating her hips as she screamed at the top of her lungs and her spine uselessly arched almost to breaking point. And he yanked her legs down even as he bent them forwards, twisting the limbs like pretzels as he slammed his cock deeper into her, obliterating organs and reshaping her around his cock. The deer gargled, vomiting blood as her obliterated body clenched as much as it could around that god-girth forcing its way into her, her form struggling to hold together already beneath the ferocity of her master's thrusts. She could feel her body surrendering, succumbing against that monster as it reshaped her, tore into her gets, forcefully rearranged her organs as he forced himself into her, his hulking muscles bulging, enormous and godlike as he leaned forwards, eclipsing her sky and crushing down into her small form as he growled: "That's right, bitch, scream! Scream for your god! Your cries are music to my ears! Scream, you whore! I know how much you love it, you suicidal little girl. This is what you were born for, ain't that right?"

She howled in response, helpless and lost in a mix of agony and delight, her poor little pussy desperately orgasming yet once more, her juices dribbling uselessly down his terrifying shaft and her bloodied, spasming thighs, her blood and nectar drenching his immense balls as he crushed her down into the floor and rammed home another cruel, powerful ram. He grinned widely, knowing all too well that she wasn't going to be able to formulate any word, any coherent thought, but the squirting juices from her cunt and her desperate attempts of rocking wildly back against him were enough of an answer.

She didn't matter, nor did her pleasure. Only his pleasure mattered, and her orgasms were just a consequence of his tremendous sizes and power, barely noticed, acknowledged only with a snort of entertainment as he used her, stretched her like she was nothing but a worn-out fleshlight, as he buried more of his titanic member inside her and nearly tore her inside out with every hard yank backwards of his tower of godflesh.

The alpha male plowed down into the fucksleeve, growling in pleasure as he pistoned harder forwards with every thrust, bloating and bulging and ruining her body more and more as his hands left the crumbled wreck of her legs to instead grab her bulging sides, feeling every thrust into the cocksock that was the deer. He grunted hungrily, massive balls thumping along the floor with every thrust, huge form utterly and completely overshadowing her as he leaned into his thrusts, feeling the doe's body struggling back against him, trying to please him even as it tore apart around the might of his malehood. Her whole world was him, and him alone, as her body struggled to stay together under the train of his thrusts, the limp rag of shirt finally tearing completely loose from her body under the power of his pistoning cock.

He nearly split her in half as his throbbing, monstrous girth tore deeper into her, smashing in and out again and again and again, unstoppable and relentless, dragging her whole, ruined body around like the toy it was, until he growled and ferociously pinned her down with a huge hand, to keep her ripping form from moving back with his cock. He growled in approval as that allowed his shaft to pull further back out of her, huge flare and barbs tearing through her insides and causing horrendous eruptions of blood and dark precum to squirt out around his brutal girth, staining his abs, spraying all the way up to his chest as each hard thrum of his cock threatened to bisect her entire body, in a cacophony of wet, horrendous squelches and crunches.

All the whore could do was attempt to howl out, but she couldn't even really scream, because his black essence gurgled up her throat, seeking ways out of her bulging, broken form. She was just a piece of meat, a toy, putty in his hands, a helpless paste that his power could reshape as he saw fit.

She gargled helplessly as she felt something else tear inside her, and his monstrous member smashed even deeper inside, blood running down her thighs from not just her devastated sex, but even from her asshole, which his phenomenal girth was ripping apart from the inside, without him ever touching it directly. Her blood and her sweat and her gore and her ichors stained her and him, but it was hard to notice because his black essence was everywhere, thick, potent, terrible, full of life, and it drenched her and hid everything else. And yet it was not just agony that made her scream... or better, attempt to, since she could only really helplessly vomit and cough up even more of that thick, sticky, potent sludge as Killer's essence flooded out of her in every way it could. There was no way to contain his endless, godlike hypervirility.

And yet she absolutely had to thank this god like he deserved. Clarice screamed, but somehow, she was more lucid, more aware for a brief final moment, her mind consumed by the end to glorify this brutal dark god even further, and she grinned feverishly even as dark precum burst up through her broken teeth and nostrils, her single eye staring up at her master, then into one of the cameras as her head lolled to the side. She mouthed a 'fuck you' to the viewers at home before she grinned wider as she held up her hand, and even as she felt her body tearing apart, even as she felt the last of her life fading from her shattered body, she managed to flip the closest camera off, showing of the 'Hurts So Good' tattooed across the back of her hand as well as her absolute dedication to being the best, and the worst, of Killer's chosen fucktoys. She had no clue whether she had lasted seconds, minutes or hours. Nothing mattered other than the fact he was using her, and she regretted nothing other than the fact that he could see so much, so fucking much of his black cock still towering outside of her, unhilted, unused. She couldn't possibly serve him as he deserved, and that was the only sin she repented for as she felt his length hammering her cruelly, demolishing her, turning her life into nothing more than a toy for his cock as he snorted and growled above her, his fingers effortlessly cracking into the concrete floor as he masturbated with her body more than he fucked her.

That was all she was good for.

Her hips bucked, her stump of shaft flexing as blood and a bit of gunk squirted from her, her head lolling back as her body fell limp: Killer barely noticed any of it, any more than he noted nor cared about the rasping 'thank you' Clarice managed out as her body had its last feeble orgasm, leaking more than spraying the last of her cum from her severed shaft.

She lost all control of herself then, her body trashing violently out of its own accord, rocking and grinding and thrusting against him as best it could even as her gore and juices and other fluids and his omnipresent dark essence burst out of her, deluged down the flanks of the cock that was ravaging and ripping her apart, his thrusts rough and short and bestial, unnecessarily ferocious. He was satiating his worst lusts, pleasuring himself with her body around a cock that, even now, was still hardening and growing, not yet at his full potential. She wasn't worthy of his full potential. He didn't need to get fully hard to completely erase her from existence.

He mercilessly thrust forwards again, eager to bury more of his immensity through her, and her eye bulged, then finally burst out of the socket as black, omnipotent gunk burst out from the hole and colossal sperms began to force their way out as well, while her ribs ripped through her hide, broken and pushed out of place, before her chest was utterly blown out, annihilated by the great length of the beast's monstrous cock: it tore completely through her, the huge male growling in delight as many feet of terrible, invincible cock finally forced into her... and then immediately out of her other end, turning her guts almost into crimson mist, sending a splatter of gore across the room that splashed over the mirrors, the cameras and the shocked cuckold-slaves, even as they threw themselves back with gasps of shock, shaking in terror and monstrous, helpless arousal. They just couldn't get used to those displays, no matter how many times they shivered before them. They whimpered and trembled in shock as they stared at that impossible, mighty monument of godhood as it towered up out of her, dripping with scum and ichor and lifeblood and strewn with broken lengths of intestine.

The herm's mouth gaped and her shuddering, ruined body fell limp and useless: she fell still with a last raspy gargle, her life literally aborted from her body by the obelisk of godcock that had impaled through her. And still, Killer plowed into her, violating every inch of her body, thrusting his monstrous cock through her bulging form and abusing the fuckdoll, only acknowledging her passing with a cruel grin and a mocking thumbs-up to the camera.

The timer on the stream stopped with a loud ding, less than a minute having elapsed from the time he penetrated her to the time she had died: impressive in spite of how short it was, compared to how long most of his victims and fucktoys lasted. And to her credit, she had been beaten, torn apart, abused in countless ways before he'd finally fucked her: her body was still holding mostly together, in spite of the fact that every thrust made blood squelch out of her wounds as his cock mauled her internal organs and his massive girth stretched her into a cylindrical fleshlight around his gargantuan godhood, much of his length now towering out of the blown-apart chest of the unrecognizable wreckof a creature.

Killer thrust powerfully as he shifted his grip to the doe's head, grinning as he simply crushed what remained of her skull in his hand like a grape as his other hand squeezed on the side of her ruined body. He pushed down on the top of her form as he pounded upwards into her, growling in pleasure as he rammed his length as deep as he could force it to go into her form without completely demolishing her, although it wouldn't be long now before this fucksleeve corpse gave out beneath his potent pounding.

Again and again and again, he thrust, ravaging her, ripping deep into her: the hulking liger growled like a beast as his fingers clawed into her thin flesh. He snarled, his pistoning cock soon taking a terrible toll on her corpse: flopping, ruined limbs tore loose from her form or were roughly mashed into her body, crushed to pulp under the liger's grasp as he crushed them carelessly alongside the rest of her form, and her body itself became nothing but a fleshy, ruined condom that he punched thrusts through, less pounding into what little remained of her, and more masturbating as his hands moved what little he could of her devastated corpse up and down his length.

He idly flexed his monumental, spectacular body, the tyrant mocking all of his public with that idle display of power, muscles bulging with apocalyptic strength as he taunted: "I really don't know how to control myself, I'm afraid. I tried to be gentle, but it still isn't enough..."

And Killer grinned as his monstrous black cock flexed, and with a horrific ripping of flesh the devastated corpse was even further destroyed as more of his cock tore out of the remains, sending chunks of viscera raining down in all directions as he pulled up onto his knees and leaned slightly back, effortlessly lifting her ruins into the air, their weight insufficient to even get his semi-hard shaft to bend. It was a colossal, mammoth tower of black godshaft that had barely buried halfway through her, if that, and it kept everyone staring in a mix of awe and horror as he rolled his almighty shoulders with a little growl. And then his immense cock throbbed hungrily, powerfully, and it jumped up with excess vigor... and in doing so finally bisected her body, ripping her completely in half as the colossal shaft swung up hard, nearly slapping into his own chest as he leaned forwards with a grin and caught the falling pieces of the deer in his huge hands.

"Seems I'll have to make good use of the leftovers, as the whore couldn't finish her job properly..."

The liger sat back with this, growling in pleasure as he worked the gorey remains of Clarice over his cock, stroking himself rapidly and powerfully as his hips idly thrust, pumping that massive tower of meat into his own hands as the cameras circled him excitedly, the crewmen barely able to keep them steady as they trembled and shook in terror, and badly-hidden longing: either for his cock, or for his power. Either way it came to the same, Killer thought, grinning as he thrust into his own powerful grip: they wished for him.

He thrust mockingly up into that ruin. It was no more than a matter of minutes before her body gave away completely beneath the fury of his thrusts, becoming little more than mush and crimson lube across his monstrous black shaft.

The stream was wild, crying out for him, begging to see more, to be claimed and ruined and defiled by him the same way he had destroyed Clarice, swearing they'd give him their families, their friends, their everything, all for a taste of him. And he knew many of them would, but that wasn't what he cared about: he could just as easily take from them whatever they had to offer, and it would make no difference to him; no, that wasn't entirely true. Sometimes, when they struggled futilely against him, that made it sweeter.

They could only watch, shrieking in their rooms or inside their minds, as the corpse was crushed, crunched, squished, ground down into bloody putty and warm lube as the hulking male dragged the unrecognizable pieces down the length of his cock.

Like it was nothing, like Clarice had only ever been made of crimson, melting butter, the titan crushed downwards, pulverizing bones and shredding flesh, sending blood spurting and deluging messily out in a great cascade. Her spoils were turned into nothing more than dripping, chunky blooc-oil, and he eagerly smeared this down along his filthy, titanic black cock, idly thrusting that colossal tower of ruin into his own ruthless grip.

"She got me all dirty, at least... it's a pity her family is already gone, as I need someone to lick my cock clean now." Killer mocked, laughing from his position on his knees, which allowed his monstrous, endless godcock to stretch out amazingly before him, throbbing with power and dripping with what remained of Clarice and her family. His herculean, godlike musculature flexed and thrummed, bulging with power, and a shiver went through the backs of every last trembling soul watching the stream as they were reminded that this was only the barest hint of what that invincible king was capable of. And as if to crush them further into their slavish mix of fear and adoration, the titan idly added: "There will be another stream in a little while. I'm sure finding someone that will lick my cock clean won't be an issue. It'll just probably end up filthy again soon after..."

He growled in pleasure as thick ropes of almighty pre erupted from his godcock and others dangled, thick and heavy and tough, swinging back and forth before finally falling heavily off as his hands stroked, body flexing powerfully: his form glistened with sweat, majestic beneath the lights, the deep rumbles that echoed up from his chest shaking the entire room. His crew inched closer and closer, each one competing to find a better, more exciting angle, to get in the closest, to give the best view they could without getting crushed: it wasn't like Killer cared about them, after all. These puny cucks were easy to replace.

All his movies and streams ended with him masturbating to blast out one last, monstrous load of his omnivirile semen, even the movies in which he went from woman to woman, breeding them all in an endless succession of huge, omnipotent releases. Even after blasting out such multitudes of loads, he always took the time to show off the fact that he was fully ready for more, ever eager new massacres. And those scenes were at least as popular as the sex shots, if not even more, because seeing even his huge hands failing to wrap around that omnipotent girth was a mind-scarring sight. Every time he pumped his mammoth member to yet another huge, omnipotent release, he allowed them to see that they could never hope to keep up. He had too much stamina, too much semen, too much everything. He was too large, too strong, just too much for the rest of the world to handle. Watching his great hands travel for seemingly miles along that titanic monument of hypervirility made it painfully clear that they were just toys, just playthings, who couldn't comprehend his strength and who could not pretend they belonged to the same gender. He was the Male. He was the Alpha.

And Killer knew it, and knew how to demonstrate it in the most shocking and undeniable of ways. He rumbled low in his chest, half-opening his eyes and grinning widely as his behemoth shaft flexed and then erupted more of that hot, sticky, heavy, sperm-filled mass in great ropes that smacked loudly into the far away wall and coated it with gallons upon gallons of thick cream. And that was just his pre, his waste, his hypervirile castoff. He could fill pools just with that Alpha waste, and he had, several times, in other movies.

His mammoth cock bulged and throbbed with power, veins visibly swelling in an intricate map all over it as the colossus deliberately stroked his member with slow, yet ferocious movements, bumping his fist into the underside of his enormous flare, just for the wet, thundering sound it caused, while the fat, huge rounded head swelled proudly out of the thick blanket of his foreskin as the titanic cock hefted itself as high as it could up from his waist, dragged down by its own obscene weight. He spread his legs a little so his massive, thrumming balls could hang ponderously down, free and massive, while he growled and rocked his hips slightly to thrust that tower of masculine strength into his own stroking hands, those over 200 inches of absolute male power bobbing and bulging as thick veins pumped across its heavy length.

He was a glorious, divine sight, and it was only right that so many begged and paid just to see him towering above them. It was only right that they begged for a sniff of his hypervirile musk, for a glimpse of his obscene might, for the privilege of worshipping him and his supernatural strength.

He snorted, steam blowing out of his nostrils as his massive, broad pectorals bulged and ground, his huge biceps bulging as he worked faster, harder at that glorious tower of alpha male power, and his spectacular abs clenched, closing up the deep valleys of strength that separated those mighty mountains of muscle.

His cock throbbed, his muscles flexed; biceps bulged as he squeezed harder on his shaft, growling in pleasure as he stroked blood and gore over his cock, as he thrust into the lubrication of the deer he'd already discarded the name of. He tilted his head back, feeling his member pulse, allowing himself to build a little longer before he felt it: his climax, ready, eager to be released, and he could almost_feel_ the countless screaming fans begging for his money shot.

Well, he was happy to give them what they had paid for.

Killer growled, then snarled in pleasure, teeth bared in a furious grin as he came: a great dark blast of cum erupted from his cock, a firehose of semen and thick goo that shot from his member. A crew cuck too stupid to have reacted in time was blasted by it, his shoulder dislocated as he was slammed off his feet, his camera shattered by the blast that shot onward and smashed into a mirror with such force that it obliterated the hard glass. Killer watched with a cruel smirk as his monstrous, more-than-two-hundred inches of masculine power unleashed a first great blast, erupting a mighty, thick river of dark load that dwarfed his ropes of precum, even though those had looked godlike on their own. His heavy essence smacked into the far wall with enough force to send backsplatter crashing loudly back all over the room.

His precum had come in gallons, but now it was barrels' worth of true, omnipotent semen that fired across the vast room, arching high and proudly into the air even as even greater numbers of even larger, unholy hyper-sperms filled the thick gunk. He grinned as he deliberately hosed down the wall, leaning backwards slightly just so the endless rope of cum could paint the well all the way up to the ceiling, as countless moments passed, just for that first, colossal blast.

Blast after blast erupted from his cock: each blast seemed fiercer, more powerful than the last, smashing through the mirrors these great lines of cum hit, shattering the cement walls beyond, several even punching completely through the hard stone in pressurized waves of dark hell. Enormous sperms erupted in all directions, most of them following the heavy sprays, but quite a few scattering like shrapnel, hitting cucks, splattering against distant walls, slamming into floors and ceilings as his crew struggled to dodge and weave between them.

The dense, potent black gunk slopped down in ropes from the ceiling, coming down in a slow, gooey fall, but every blast added a new, thick layer to the mess coating it and the walls, and the huge male rumbled in pleasure as he continued to stroke and squeeze out those mighty eruptions, thrusting idly into his own grip and feeling his body flex and bulge majestically, with power and ecstasy.

His orgasm was relentless, endless: it only seemed to slow when Killer himself got bored of it, as he brought his arms up behind his head and leaned back lazily, eyes half lidded as his tower of omnivirile, hypermasculine power blasted out shorter but still colossal ropes of dark cum, before he finally began to peter out, after a long period of time he couldn't quite measure. He breathed roughly, his massive chest heaving gloriously, his huge muscles covered in a faint sheen of sweat that made them look even more impressive. He flexed idly, his hulking body thrumming with omnipotent power as he towered high above them all, supreme and ultimate as several thick ropes dripped from the end of his towering, throbbing cock: a cock that only seemed to have gotten bigger with his orgasm. They smashed down into a literal sea of Alpha potency, the whole room flooded with his essence as great amounts of it rained down from the ceiling, festering with his hypersperms.

Clarice seemed to have entirely vanished: not even stains remained, hidden under that ocean of masculine gunk, that had washed away or simply covered even the blood and the gore. There were only a few crimson stains still visible over his abs, and that was all. He had erased her from existence.

He grinned widely, rolling his shoulders idly and slowly, oh so slowly moving his hand up from the base of his titanic cock to the very tip, squeezing hard to force out the last of his orgasm: a great tangle of massive sperms coated in dark fluid that finally slopped out of his vast cockmaw and fell down into the sea of alpha potency with a dull impact. He flicked his hand out, throwing away the great amount of load he had scooped up from the shaft with that long stroke, and then he held out both hands, soaked with sweat-musk and thick seed, and his obedient cuckold-slaves crawled forwards on their knees to reverently lick them clean, finger by finger.

More of his great masculinity was splattered all over his body and chest, and he smirked a little before licking his lips: he tasted himself on them, his essence bitter, and potent, and hot, and formidable.

He grinned cruelly, looking over the room: every surface had been blackened and blanketed by his cum, the stink of his musk and essence thick in the air, the crew struggling to find a place to stand where they weren't ankle-deep in his greedy cum. His scent filled the air, so rich and potent that it was never going to wash out of that building, and his thick load was still flowing down the walls, adding to the seas of Alpha cum that flooded the room. He grinned, knowing that his "groupies" were no doubt already trying to locate the place. As soon as they did, they would rush in to see the aftermath of his power with their own eyes and to offer themselves to his massive sperms. Everyone of them would get terribly, enormously pregnant... some would not survive. Some would not even survive the assault of his sperms to begin with.

That was exactly how it had to be. It always happened, after each show... and it all contributed to fill the world up with ligers. He was so tremendously potent that he was seriously changing the demography of the south, with millions of bastards already sired. He was almost literally breeding the other races out of existence. What had started out as an idle game, more of a taunt than an actual intent, had been turned into an alarmingly realistic scenario in the last couple of years in particular. And was it ever hot to get the statistics and see how much of an impact he was having...

Killer lazily stretched, showing off the way his muscles bulged with unfathomable power, and then he leisurely stroked a hand down his hulking chest until he lightly gripped into his immense shaft, still hard, fully ready and eager for more, but with his urges sated for the moment.

He spotted the torn rag of the shirt she'd been wearing, and the liger reached down to pick this up and idly clean the head of his throbbing godcock with it, wiping clinging dark essence from his ramhead. It was an exercise in futility, of course, considering how much he produced, but that wasn't the point as he wiped down his cock before he idly held the blackened rag up and teased the cameras: "Let's see who wants it most. Start bidding."

The chat went wild, of course, filling up immediately with bids, but Killer paid little heed to the livestream: these shirts were always a popular item. Anything he wiped his dick on was a popular item for the whores, the cucks, the fuckmeat that filled up his streams.

Killer snorted, then reached down and picked up another camera that had been dropped. He wiped up a bit of bloody viscera from his cock, then smiled into the camera before he calmly wrote 'You Are Next' across the lens with one finger.

He held the camera for a moment longer, then simply crushed it, and the crew-cuck at the laptop hurriedly ended the stream, trembling as he looked up at the god-liger, who snorted in entertainment before he flung the crushed camera away as his eyes drifted to the cuck, saying carelessly: "Before you close the livestream, tell them next time I want more. Tell them I want to visit a sorority. It's coming up on our hundredth broadcast... I only think it's right I fuck a hundred girls to death on camera to celebrate."

"I-Isn't that too much?" whimpered the bull, before he cowered as Killer laughed.

"No one's going to do anything." he said confidently, grinning his arrogant, cruel grin down at the bull. And it was true. They had long given up trying to stop him, unfortunately... He liked it when they tried to resist, when they put up a bit of a fight, pathetic gnats that they were, the lot of them. "Do it, cuck. Then tell your wife I want her to come lick this whore off my cock. When I'm done with her maybe she'll let you lick some of my cum off her feet."

The bull whimpered, then whispered a weak 'yes, sir,' before he turned to do as he'd been told, and Killer smiled as he idly rubbed at his cock before heading towards the door, no longer thinking of the victims he'd ruined, the fucktoys he'd mauled, or Clarice or the rest of her family...

In the little house out in the country, one unfortunate victim of his rampage was still alive, if not for very long. Jessie gurgled and choked, unable to peel herself off the wall she had been crucified to, her legs soaking in the wreckage of a bathtub that had been filled with the liger's massive, monstrous sperms, her eyes forcibly held open by toothpicks. She had been forced to watch the entirety of the livestream on the monitor hooked to the wall across from her, with what little remained of her dead family all around her, and those massive liger-sperms crawling all across her body...

As the stream ended, it seemed to trigger something in these sperm-monsters: they slithered against and around her, crawling up her, Jessie struggling and writhing as the sperms no longer toyed at her entrances and explored her, but actively began to invade her body, forcing their way into her maw, her anus, her vagina, those huge, fat sperms suddenly eager to accelerate her prolonged torment as she gave a desperate, muffled cry around the fat cumbeasts ramming themselves into her jaws and eagerly breaching her throat.

No help would come, though: no one could hear her, no one could save her, and the huge sperms had already begun to take their toll as they ripped and tore into her body, turning her into nothing but a swollen cumdump, bloating so much with these beasts that soon they would overwhelm her, pulping her organs before bursting her like an overripe fruit.

Her last thoughts were of Clarice, wondering what had happened to her, why she had done such horrible things, and yet she knew the answer, knew it was all because of Him. And in her last moments she wished that somehow, she could see Clarice again, convince her not to throw her life and the lives of all the people she had loved away for that monster...

Clarice, however, was beyond redemption, beyond 'salvation.' Even now, as she burned in Hell for her unfathomable crimes, she laughed. She screamed not in pain but delight as demons tormented her, raped her, tore into her with every vile tool and technique they had, but nothing could punish her. The only punishment she felt was her separation from Killer, her one true God, her Alpha, her Lord.

Even the Devil himself shuddered at the sick, masochistic pleasures of the deer, and wondered uneasily how one male could have twisted and broken such a lost mortal soul.

He only hoped, like any other male who had seen the power of the liger, that he would never meet Killer himself... because even the Devil didn't think he could withstand the omnipotence of the Legend, who had brought hell to earth in his short years on that planet in a way that even Satan himself could never accomplish.

And Clarice laughed, and screamed and prayed for her master, only taking refuge in the non-stop pleasures of torture and pain and suffering that these weak-kneed, miserable excuses for demons gave her, consumed with endless lust, orgasming again and again to the feelings burned into her very soul from how savagely she had been fucked to death by the liger she had sworn her immortal soul to.

She knew that one day, she would serve her Master again.