Lowering the knife
WARNING!
If you're not into things like rape, blood, torture and such... then leave. Now. Because this isn't for you. But if those things are for you... then enjoy.
Oh and... comments and criticism are more them welcome. I always look to make my works as good as possible, and if there's something missing... just tell me, you might see it in the next story ;)
She looks down at him, his eyes wide with fear staring back at her, his body shivering in the magical bonds she created around him. Keeping him in place while she pays out the revenge... while she has some fun.
"My turn" she says, and lowers the knife in her hand until it touches his chest, and he whimpers pathetically. She only smiles, looks at him, and he can see the burning lust for blood in her eyes, the mad smile over her lips. The black fur seems to stay on edge when she lowers her head down to his ear, whispering words he can barley hear.
"You've already had your fun... now it's my turn. And I can promise you, we're going to have a lot of fun... "
Lowering the knife even more, she can feel how it cut through his flesh, and she can hear him screaming in pain. But her mind slowly notice another sound too, and soon she realizes that she purrs when the blood begin to run out of him, and the smile only grows, and the lust in her eyes seem to take her over.
Outside the house is not her territory. She's not comfortable with going outside, what good is that for? Everything she wants she can get over Internet...
But still, this day was not like the other. The little food she keeps in her house had been eaten already, and the time it took for a pizza or other eatable things to get to her door was not worth it this time. So she decided to go out. Well, not really, she just didn't really think before she put on the jacket and walked out the door. Now she just whished she'd ordered that pizza.
Every time she was out, others would always look at her, stare at her even, and some bald guys even tried to make contact with her. They actually talked to her... she didn't like it at all. She had never been the sort that fit in. She didn't really like the company of other furries, scalies or others. But most just wouldn't leave her alone, and she didn't like when they tried to talk smooth to her. It only bothered her, made her whish even more intense that this body belonged to someone else.
The quite long, black fur that covered her body blew around with the soft wind, because all of it couldn't be hid under the pants and jacket. She knew she had the forms any female would kill for, and the little face of hers that she always saw in the mirror just made her want to break that mirror. As if she would become lesser cute then...
When she noticed that two males looked at her, she tried to speed up her steps to get out of their sight before they tried anything with her. But as she did, she noticed how they looked at each other, and then walked after her. Whispering a curse out, she chose another way to the store, in the small alleys between the houses, just in case they'd get tired of chasing her around every little corner in there.
After a while she slowed her pace, and looked behind. She didn't see them, so she erased them from her mind and walked on, took a turn into another alley. But when the paw landed on her shoulder, she turned around instantly. Or tried to, but more paws forced her to the wall, face pressed against the bricks.
Even though she laid another bandage over his chest, carefully placing it just right, the blood could be seen through the white fabric. She signed, as she wiped the blood of the knife with a towel. That wasn't really... as planned. This night should be long, long and filled with his screams and blood, and that wound on his chest could just ruin it. So she had to take care of it, make it stop bleeding, or else he might die all too soon. And that would just be too bad...
He lay on the bed, still with tears on his cheeks, his whole body shivering. Guess he wasn't that though after all, and she smiled while looking at him. He had screamed so much when she pressed the knife's edge into his scaly body, and she just couldn't control herself when he did, she noticed. That's why she took care of the wound; in case she came out of control again, or if she couldn't restrain herself as fast as this time... she just wanted to save this one, her first actual kill.
His head turned to her, eyes blood red from the tears, but he was still in fear, his eyes wide and his face... he was actually quite cute, she thought and tilted her head looking at him.
"Why..." he started, but his voice broke. Probably he was soar in his throat from all the screaming. She smiled some more at the memory. "... why me?"
She stared at him, not really understanding the question. Wasn't that clear? Had he forgot it or something?
She could feel how two bodies pressed against her back, and the hard bulges that they pushed against her hips. Her protests became just random whines, as she couldn't move her face enough to form the words she had inside he head. They whispered things to her, but she didn't notice what, all she thought of was to get free. What were they doing to her, what did they want from her?
She felt how a paw came between her and the wall, touching her pants, and other paws that touched her breasts, claws ripping trough her jacket, shirt, and leaving bleeding wounds in her skin. Soon she realized that the lower paw was trying to undo her pants, and she froze for a second wondering about what was happening to her. Then her struggle began once again, and she fought more intense against the abusers now, and she could hear them laughing.
Trying to free her hands, which one of their paws was holding in a grip she knew she couldn't escape; she didn't have the muscle for it, but yet she tried. She wouldn't give up, she wouldn't just let them have her and do whatever they wanted with her.
Her pants fell to the ground, and she tried to scream in protest, but nothing except a moan came out her maw. Hearing them laugh once again, while they struggled with taking her underwear of too, she just wanted to scream out loud, but they pressed her face to the wall and she could only feel how their claws ripped her underwear of and leaving more bleeding cuts in her skin.
Looking into his eyes, she only saw fear. But it was him, she was sure. So fucking sure, it was him, and he deserved to die. Slowly, and by her hands, her tools... he was made to be her toy. She smiled, slowly her lips formed a cruel smile and she almost wanted to giggle, as she looked into his eyes and thought about what's to come. The fear in his eyes grew stronger, and his breath became unstable, and she laughed out loud, turning away from him and laughed at the floor. She just couldn't stop herself, the laugh just continued, and she didn't really knew what was that fun but still she laughed out loudly.
The scream drowned the laughter, but it took a while before she knew that she was the one screaming. Not laughing, not anymore, screaming, with all she was worth. She didn't really know why, but it felt good, just screaming out loud.
Finally she stopped, but only to take a knife and run over to the dragon who thought he was innocent. Now it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all! She needed to cut him, feel the blood, see the flesh and drown the thoughts and feeling with his screams. Her teeth where showing and her face twisted with anger that she couldn't control, that she just couldn't keep inside.
The feeling when the knife cut trough his scales, flesh, when she met the bone was so incredibly satisfying, and the screams he made drowned the feelings inside her.
She couldn't turn her face to see, but the low sounds of zippers and cloth made her realize that they too where undressing, behind her. Her eyes became wide and she froze in her forced position, her clothes torn apart and her pants and underwear probably lying in the dirt on the ground, hearing their low laughter and heavy breathing behind her. They where too undressing...
Before she could think any whole sentence, they pushed apart her legs and two paws grabbed her hips and forced them out from the wall, showing of whole her pussy for them and bending her back in a way that she didn't think was possible. She whined, or tried too but the sounds of her drowned in their heave breathing, laughter, and by the wall that now pressed her face up against the roof of the building, not high above her. The sun was shining, but her eyes didn't hurt as much as they used to when she looked up into the sky. She wondered why.
Two paws separated her legs even more, and she felt how something hard began to push against her inner thighs, and instantly she began to wriggle, whining as she couldn't do anything else. She knew what they wanted, what they were planning to do with her, and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. As one of the dragons hard dick found its way inside of her, she couldn't do anything else they try to scream, which only came out as whines. Tears flew down her cheeks when she felt how the dragon pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, harder and harder and pressed his body to hers, his lustful moans right into her ear and the other dragons' laughs and heavy breathing from behind them both.
His whole body lay shivering in her bed, still bound by her own magical power, and she couldn't take her eyes of the mess she'd made. His right arm was now a mess of blood, flesh, cracked bone and scales, all created by her in anger, her knife and her own strength had caused him so much pain. Stunned she saw how he tried to make screams, tried to talk, but his throat was all to soar to make any other sound then those little breaths he let out. It was all so hypnotizing, so... beautiful. The blood running down onto the floor, his scales cut open and showing of his flesh and bones to her, the lifted knife in her hand that were dripping blood down her hand, her arm. She laid the knife on a table against the wall, and saw on her hand before licking up some of that blood that made her fur wet and discoloured.
Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the taste on her tongue, in her maw, and how the sweet blood made its way down her throat. When the taste began to disappear, she opened her eyes and laughed out in the air, a soft giggle from far down her throat.
His head turned, slowly towards her, and she met his eyes. She could both hear and see how his breath accelerated, how he was trembling just by the look of her still smiling face, wet with his blood and longing for the taste of more. Encouraged by his fear for her, she made her way closer to him, bending down over his face and softly stroking his cheek with the tips of her claws, noticing how the dried tears had made his fur all messy...
The pain from her sex was different from any pain she'd known, like he was pulling a blunt knife in and out of her, and she just wished it would stop. She heard how the other dragon laughed behind his friends back, and tears of anger started to flow down her cheek as her face turned into an angry frown, or would have if it wasn't so harshly pressed against the wall. How the dragon behind her pressed his body tight to hers, how he bit her neck, moaned in her ear, harder forcing himself into her... she just wished she could kill him. Right now on the spot, turn around and laugh into both their faces as she cut their hearts out...
Soon she felt how the dragon shivered heavenly, and then how it became all warm and moist inside of her; when he pulls himself out of her she feels something drop down her inner thighs.
Somewhat eased that they'll now let her go; she tries to turn around as the grip on her back loosens. But when they notice, they force her to the wall and press her even harder up against it then before. Her anger comes back, hits her like a mental slap in the face, and she start to give out an angry purr from deep down her trout.
She hears them talk behind her, but only thing she can think about is to get her revenge, and she fights them whit renewed powers, tries to get her paws loose and to turn around so she can face them. They only laugh at her attempts, as she's so weaker then them, and that only makes her anger grow inside of her.
As she tries to free herself, she doesn't notice the movements behind her, and when a sudden pain arises in the back of her head the only thing she can do before the darkness takes her into oblivion is to let out a surprised "oh..."
Once again she was calm, looking down at the mess which she couldn't control. Not now, she had lost it and now it was too late to fix it. He had passed out, but it had takes him a while and she could still hear his blood-freezing screams echo in her own mind. Somehow she didn't know how to enjoy it. The screams she wanted, she needed them, but still... this wasn't what she wanted. Somehow she felt emptied by the screams that she couldn't ban from her mind, but she didn't really want them to disappear either.
She stared down on the mess that had been his arm, now just bloody leftovers of bone, bites of flesh and scales mixed with it all. That could never be fixed, she knew that. And the blood that dripped out of his arm and created big pools under the bed would dry him of life in just some minutes. He had already lost a lot of blood, and she didn't even want to know how many liters fresh blood that laid under the bed now. He was going to die, soon, and she had lost her first toy because of her own uncontrolled feelings. She needed to fix that until next time.
Because it was going to become a next time, she didn't doubt that a bit. He had said he wasn't the one, and well... she believed him. The screams, his begging, he had really convinced her.
So... she needed to continue her search.