FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Warning, contains violence, blood, pain, rape and more.

So enjoy!

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She was vaguely aware of being lifted from a rough bed of straw, the sandals on her feet catching across the uneven cobblestones. Her eyes struggled open but it was still dark. After a moment they realized they were open and began to focus, sorting out the dark from the darker. Two guards held her up under her arms as they carried her down a corridor. Whole body aching, she tried to look around. It was some kind of dungeon, a man-made cave made of poorly carved and set blocks, roughly pushed into place. The floor was stained and dirty, the presence of vermin felt all around but never seen. As she was marched away, they passed row after row of rusted iron bars, each a door to an identical cell. The darkness made it impossible to see inside them. She was thankful for that.

The faint sound of groaning came from someplace unseen, pained and weak. It took a moment until she realized it was her own mouth. Fresh, blotchy bruises were visible on her skin not covered by the tunic wrapped around her, their varying degrees of purple and yellow standing out against her creamy skin. Slowly the recent events slinked back to her, blowing apart the mist that cloaked her mind like specters coming to haunt her.

She'd been kidnapped from her villa. At first she thought it was a robbery, but when they forced down to door she knew it was something more. Soldiers filed in, their copper armor clanking as they chased her upstairs to the bedroom. She'd struggled to try and get her poison, to take a quick exit rather than capture, not wanting to face imprisonment again. They caught her before she could uncork the decanter, throwing it against the wall. Watching the bottle smash was burned in to her mind like a taunting scar. They weren't going to take any chances. Everyone who knew her name knew her profession. Some called her a whore, others a sorceress. All a Murderer. Anything could have been in that bottle and they sure as hell didn't want to touch it. A fist pummeled her and she was dragged down the stairs and outside into the cold night. A cart was waiting and she was thrown on to the back.

Her focus came back even sharper as she remembered the torture of the night before, long into the early hours of the morning. Men beat her with fists, planks and lashes. Her head was pushed in to water, and other things vile and liquid, until the air in her lungs began to bubble out. There was more but she couldn't remember. No serious damage had been done, but it hurt like hell. Someone else had been in the room. He was the one who told them to stop after watching for hours. They bound her back up, but by then it wasn't really necessary. Again she was taken by cart to someplace else and left in a cell. It had been too dark outside to see the journey and fatigue had scrubbed out most of the detail that didn't involve violence.

She weakly turned her head up to the guard on her left. He had same tanned, tough skin of all of the men in the district. A short coat of dark bristles covered his square chin, rising up and around his mouth in a rough goatee. It looked like he was gritting his teeth. Was he one of the men from before? She didn't know. He ignored her, of course. To him she was just another criminal, a piece of meat to butcher and tenderize. The thought of struggling was a distant fantasy, with a body that felt as if it had been trampled by horses. Even if she'd had the strength, they held on to her like a vice, almost crushing her.

Suddenly they stopped. Her head lolled back forward, bouncing for a moment before she could regain control of the muscles in the back of her neck. A lock of dark hair sprung down onto her face but she was unable to move it. It was absurd, but she noticed it was clean. Someone must have washed it but she couldn't remember. Maybe when she was asleep?

A man blocked their path, two more guards behind him. Their steel armor was bright and polished, the crimson trim blazing like a songbirds feathers. It was a stark contrast to the brass of her captors, scratched and sand-worn. The man however, was dressed in a simple purple and white trabea. It came back to her in a flash, not his face but these were the same clothes - the man who was in the torture room. No doubt he was the prick who was behind all of this.

Emperor Galba.

He was in his late fifties if she could recall correctly, but he looked older. Stress took its toll, and being hated by everyone wasn't easy. Recently he'd got even worse, executing without any kind of trial for crimes that may or may not have even happened in the first place. A miserable snarl was pasted across his face. She wondered what he could possibly be disapproving of now. Wasn't this his plan after all? Miserable bastard.

He stepped forward, slowly and gingerly as if he was ready to fall. For a moment it looked as if he were going to say something, wrinkled jowls contorting as if trying to sort through words.

"Locusta." He decided on, spitting at the floor. With that he spun and walked away, cloak flapping. His steel entourage wordlessly fell in behind him, their clanking echoing through the catacomb corridors and the cursed dragging began again.

It wasn't long this time, before they turned a corner into a bright, stinging light. On reflex her eyes slammed shut, the light still searing through turning her eyelids in to a red curtain. After a struggle to get her eyes to adjust, blinking slowly and firmly, she was able to just about see in the daylight.

There was a layer of fine sand across the ground, smooth and flat like a tiled floor. A single sandstone wall curved around in a huge ring, dotted with locked iron gates and archways filled by heavy oak doors. The roar of the crowd above and around was almost deafening, yelling and cheering as their entertainment was lead in to the arena.

She was in a coliseum.

An object in the dead center of the ring caught her eye; a high, platform made of wooden beams and knotted ropes. Four tall men waited by the structure, their faces covered by featureless iron masks that clung to their skin as if grafted on. Their only clothes were long black loin cloths tied around their waists, the silky material ragged and torn. Their dark, tanned bodies seemed to have been built from building blocks of shiny muscle. It wasn't the kind of strong, burly shape of a soldier or fighter. They were chiseled to anatomical perfection. Some kind of oil had been slathered across their skin, making it even darker and glistening in the bright sunlight.

Without hesitation she was hauled across the sand and thrown to the feet of these strange men. She let out a pained yowl as she hit the ground, throat hoarse from a night of use. Firm hands with thick fingers grabbed each of her limbs and hoisted her up, slowly and carefully ascending the few steps that lead up the beams and on to the platform. It creaked under their weight, and she wondered if it would hold. Glancing down she saw huge metal screws and nails set deep into the wood. It could handle much more weight than this.

It was quite high off the ground, several feet taller than the highest man here. They spoke to each other as they worked but in an accented tongue she did not understand, thick and rolling. Ropes were uncoiled, looped and fastened. She found herself dropped, rolled, splayed and eventually tied to the platform. She was stuck on her back, arms and legs spread out in a star. It was only now that her panic caught up to her. She was unable to move, in the centre of an arena. Her mind raced, trying to predict what was next. What horror was in store for her? Was the platform going to be set alight? Would jagged stones or heavy bricks be dropped on her? Stabbed from underneath by swords and spears?

This was so unfair, why should this be happening to her? Why now? It was a cruelty no doubt devised by that worm of an Emperor. She'd killed Emperors and dignitaries, people of high profile. Surely she was more than a common criminal, destined to be beaten and burned for the sake of a crowd's entertainment. Nero had given her complete acquittal. She'd been free. But Nero was dead, and she knew why she was here today. Galba was scared of her. He was scared of a woman, albeit one who might poison his wine or put something in his water. Maybe slip something toxic into a plate of mushrooms. Damn, he was right to be fearful.

However, there was more to this than putting down a criminal. People might hate the Emperor but putting on a brutal spectacle always seemed to win back a few hearts, distracting from mundane struggle of life with a bit of bloodshed. By the Gods, people were disgusting.

A feeling of dread washed across her like a wave crashing onto a beach, Galba's sneering face worming his way into her thoughts. There was never any dignity, never a swift ending in a coliseum - especially not with a crowd like this. They wanted sport. They wanted a show. She wished she could have killed herself. If she'd just been a bit quicker to that damned bottle, or even thrown herself onto a soldiers sword.

Something must have happened, because the crowd grew even more frantic. She craned her neck to look around, pulling against the ropes that held her down like a fly in a web. They were tied tight and by practiced hands, no doubt, giving her little freedom to move - but she did not need to look far.

Three of the executioners that had tied her down had left, now returning with a crew of four more emerging from one of the big archways. These new men were holding rope leashes bound to some kind of giant monstrosity, ducking out of the archway and out on to the sand.

It was both terrifying and amazing; 18 feet tall, thanks to four long stilt-like legs striding across the sand, the forelimbs appearing slightly longer than the rear. Its coat was smooth and oily, a base of pale tan with a mosaic brickwork of dark brown. Most bizarre of all was its long neck, which alone was taller than even the biggest man outstretched.

She was helpless to do anything but look on as it was led over, trotting slowly on hooves the size of dinner plates. On closer inspection, each step seemed unsteady, and the trainers seemed to be doing more to help it across rather than controlling it. It was slowly led around the arena, spiraling in towards the end of the platform. The crowd gasped, astounded by this exotic animal. They jumped to their feet and applauded at the parade, a sea of hundreds all dressed in colorful togas and dresses.

She bit her tongue, trembling in fear. What next? What was this strange beast for? It was brought in closer, a huge shadow falling across her as it blotted out the sun. She had a vision - the animal being led to stand above her, before men with axes chopped off its legs. It roared in pain and fell, tangling in the web of rope and wood. The big round belly crushed her down flat against the hard wood beneath, smothering her in its layers of fat. Bones were broken and the air was ripped from her lungs.

Two of the masked men climbed nimbly up onto her platform, bringing her back to reality. They jumped around her like dancers, pulling their leashes to coax the creature closer and closer. It was so near now she could smell it; a horrible stink filling her nose, the reek of old hay, dark cages and animal pens. Its long tail flicked, swatting away something of irritation.

One man leant down, his mask looming down over her, pitted a scarred. He stunk of sweat, the smell of hard work in the heat. How long had they been out here, preparing for her? He held a short knife, carved from what looked like bone, in one hand. The ivory-white blade was thin and sharp. No doubt ceremonial.

She took a deep breath, tensing up in preparation for pain that never arrived. He didn't cut her, but ran the blade through her robe, silently slicing it in two down the middle with. The cloth was butterflied like a piece of meat, folded open to reveal her naked body to the men. To the crowd. To that huge monster.

She was certainly someone to remember; voluptuous feminine body, soft and sloped with just the right amount of padding. Not fat, but not slim either - How a woman was meant to be. Her skin was creamy, quite light compared to most. Her breasts were full and rounded, heaving on her chest as she tugged at the ropes. Their modestly size nipples sat atop dark, round areola.

He fled the platform as the other clambered over, a small pot balanced in his huge hand. Working quickly, he splashed the contents onto her bare sex. Most of it soaked into her small thatch of pubes, trimmed neatly, but some hit her vulva and legs, the droplets running down her skin, leaving wet trails like rain on a window.

Reacting to whatever was in the pot, the animal straightened up, nostrils flaring trying to seek out the source of scent. Its head swung down, stooping as low as it could and swinging side to side. No matter how hard it tried it was still unable to quite reach her so, with a snort that almost seemed to be sigh, it crouched down.

Carefully, the stilt like forelegs began to part, sliding across the sand and lowering its head as muscle and bone shifted position. Six foot of neck sloped down, nostrils flaring as its neared her navel. A grunt rumbled up from somewhere down its overtly large throat, dark eyes flickering with almost human recognition. It was so close now, if she wasn't tied down, she'd be able to touch it. The beast had a long, narrow face. It was like a horse or a camel, but at the same time like neither, distinctly unique. Perhaps most striking were the two blunted horns that seemed almost stuck on to its head. They were topped with small tufts of hair, and set just further to the front than its long ears. Its bulging, white-less eyes bored into hers, dark and unforgiving. She could have sworn it was examining her but its thoughts and intents were unreadable; a blank stare.

To her horror, something began to seep out from between its It puffy, wrinkled lips. A black and slimy organ was emerging from its mouth like a worm into a rainstorm, coiling and rolling. It seemed to take on a life of its own as it was lowered towards the enticing scent slathered across her. Locusta shuddered as sticky saliva dribbled on to her skin, collecting in viscous pools. For a second it curled inwards, like a dying petal, before flicking out and dragging itself over her body. It was rough but slimy enough to glide over her, following the pheromone trail painted over her. The tongue found her supple breasts, licking slowly over the bouncy flesh. The taste was faint there, only a trace, but still it persisted. The tip found her nipple and rolled over it with a gentle affection, sending a tingle pinging through her chest.

Here the musk was even less potent. Losing interest in her breasts, the taste guided it away, gliding down her cleavage and dabbing across her belly like a cloth mopping up spilled wine. Each sweep left a glistening trail, coating patches of her skin. She tried to kick out as the tongue slid to a thigh, lapping up the juice collected there. It worked like a whirlwind, soaking all that was available until it found her pubis. A long, slow taste declared this was the source of the smell, calling to be investigated. Fifteen inches of thick, wet flesh squirmed over her mound, slithering like a serpent until it found her lips. It bunched up before pressing forwards, opening her labia and caressing the sensitive flower inside. The feeling was like a hot, sticky whetstone, gently working on her most intimate area. Each time it brushed her clit she let out a little cry, doing her best to silence herself, embarrassed her body could enjoy this.

Locusta dug her fingers into her palms as the shock burst through her. Still the beast sampled and tasted, opening her bit by bit and filling her loins with sparks. She was dripping wet, mostly from the never ending stream coating the tongue, but she could feel her body betraying her. No matter how disgusted and fearful she was, her hole was determined to slicken up, ready to breed. The fleshy probe found her hole, investigating like a careful lovers finger. It must have found something because it began to unreel. She cried out as it entered her, in surprise more than anything. It was big enough to feel like a man's cock but one that squirmed as it made its way inside her furthest reaches. It glided into her drenched pussy, thrusting as it drank her up. In an odd, horrible way it felt good, better than sex, but still the fact it was a beast doing it to her left her unable to enjoy it. That and being tied down and raped by a monsters giant tongue in full public view. Her pulse increased, ribs heaving as she swayed and moaned under its huge head, secretly hoping this was all she would have to bear.

It was not to last. The curious animal, apparently satisfied, withdrew its tongue back into its jaw. The angular head ducked away, wiry whiskers scratching her skin like a beard. As it moved away, the tidal wave of fear crashed back into her mind. In its partial crouch she could see was it bull. Two huge, black testicles danged below its back legs, a pale furred sheath nestled snug above them. During her own arousal, this beast had also felt the sexual tension. From this fat sheath grew a stiff rod; a hard spear of soft pink meat, as long and thick as an arm. Easily the largest cock she had ever seen on any animal, even dwarfing the impressive members of the overexcited horses she'd seen in the fields. And it was still growing.

Panic hit her sternum like a physical blow and she began to desperately pull on her restraints. Her frenzied screaming echoed across the coliseum as the crowd looked on silently, all eyes on that giant creature being led further over to his captive offering. There was no chance of escape, and even then, what could she do? Naked and unarmed against the whole Empire? The beast took one last glance down at the naked woman spread bare before him. A few long, careful steps and it was almost on top of her, trainers pulling its hoofed stilts in slots carved through the beams. The coarse, tan fur on its stomach filled her vision, smothering her as he was eased on to the platform by the handlers. The weight was so much, Locusta felt as if she were going to just burst like a grape and splatter her innards out on to the sand. The animal eased up off of her, now resting on a set of thick beams.

She felt sick at the thought of that animal, and what it was going to do to her. Her eyes wouldn't pull away from that weapon, ready to impale her on its meaty shaft. The tip flared out, pre-cum dribbling across the tip. She knew no matter how wet it was, and however well she'd been prepared, that was never going to fit. She'd been with very few men in her life, maybe one or two when she was younger, but nothing in recent memory. And definitely nothing this size.

She squeezed her legs together, trying hard to close herself off, to stop that hard, animal cock from ravaging her. The ropes were too strong, her legs just bouncing back with each tug. Someone yelled out below and gears began cranking. The cords around her thighs and ankles began to reel in, contracting and pulling her legs out even further. She was splayed so wide now she felt her hole open on its own, parting like a flower ready for pollen.

There was a clunk and the whole platform lowered. She was face to face with her torture, that huge cock snaking out, searching for something tight and moist to spread its seed within. Each push moved it closer, stabbing through the air. She could only whimper as it grazed across her leg, pulled up in to the air by the tight restraints.

With a twitch, the huge cock smacked down on her stomach, the contact making her jump and squeal. The tip thrust forward through her breasts, still sticky with animal drool. It touched against her face leaving a slimy trail across her cheek. Locusta could do nothing but whimper, her mouth clamped shut out of fear of being brutalized. It rubbed across her lips leaving streaks of salty residue. Tears rolled down her face as she expected a penetrating thrust. Instead it slid away.

She watched in horror as it raked her body, grinding to a halt on her furred pubis and giving a few firm, experimental pushes. The dribbling tip rolled off her mount and nestled between her open folds, spreading lube over her exposed hole, now open and ready. He had found his prize. Her shrill scream echoed across the arena as the tip of his lance began to penetrate her, sinking into a hole too small to accommodate it.

Hunching his huge thighs, he pulled his member backwards again, hovering in place before giving another stiff push. The fist thick inches sank into her, spreading her open around its girth. The tip was now embedded, dribbling something hot and wet into her pussy, but there it stopped. The girth was too much to slide in freely. It would need some work.

He adjusted his cock like a carpenter putting a nail into place, before rearing back and giving it a hard hit. Muscular hunches rippled as more entered, the thrust synchronized with Locusta's pained yell as her hole was pulled taut around its invader, straddling the line between breaking point.

Another push, another grunt, another scream and another few inches. Powerful muscles contracted and relaxed, hunching down as he gave another slam. It drove deep, the pitch of Locusta's voice rising as it plummeted, the call of a soprano blasting from her mouth as her insides were filled. It pushed through her vagina, tunneling into her until it finally halted at some kind of barrier. Dazed by a wave of feelings, mostly pain, Locusta managed to gather herself to look down. She felt like crying again. It was so painful, so big and thick, and it was only just in. Thirteen inches had of hard, throbbing flesh was sunk inside her trembling cunt, filling her as tight as water in a bucket. The cock was three feet.

She dropped backward, writhing in pain as the monster pounded her again. Still the barrier stood, stopping entry. The animal was obviously frustrated by this soft but strong wall. His tail flicked like a whip and he snorted, ramming his rod in with strong, clear motions, swinging into her like a siege engine. Locusta's eyes rolled up in to the back of her head, insides burning from the feeling of searing pain in nerves made to feel pleasure. The flesh of her cervix was being mulched, battered and bruised by that hard invader. Her fingers clawed against the wood, leaving small pale marks from her nails.

Something happened. Either she gave way, broken and defeated or it opened itself with a preservation instinct. The pain made it impossible to tell. All she knew was more of that giant cock was bursting in to her body, disappearing through her cunt and into somewhere deep and unnatural. Something hot was dribbling inside her, squelching with each thrust, no place to go as she was filled to the brim with meat.

Her teeth were chattering as her whole body shook, quivering on her impalers length. Still he drove deeper, pushing that inhuman length in and out of her womb as she was fucked beyond all sense. Yet again the fat tip found another wall blocking its path as it tunneled through her, a wall not as easily passable as her cervix.

She roared out as her uterus was fucked, a mix of hot blood and pre slurping between the thrusts. The rape was fast and furious, her body now broken enough to allow nearly all of the giant cock. One thing was for sure - if he went any deeper it would be the sure death of her. She'd be lucky to survive this. Trying to think through the pain, her head swimming as if she were being strangled, she knew that the quicker the animal came, the quicker it would be over. Grimacing, she began to gyrate her hips, rubbing her stretched hole across the shaft rather than trying to force herself up and away from it. It was all she could really do, tied down as she was. The beast replied in turn, slowing the rampant barrage as he was stimulated. His hooves stamped in their holds and his thighs rippled.

The cum was fast and unexpected. The torture felt as if it was going to last forever, her new existence consisting of being tied this giant cock. The molten flood burst into her body thick and fast, quickly filling the tiny space not filled by throbbing meat. Her insides burned as it forced its way in to every crevice, the pressure building as it lined their unison like cement. Still her pumped, determined to fill his mate and father a child. Spurt after spurt blasted from his giant balls, but with nowhere to go it was just being forced out of her pussy, splattering on to her legs and covering her with greasy, grey globules. It stung, mixing with the blood oozing out of her numerous internal tears but in a strange way it soothed as well.

The crowed howled at the sight, watching the giant twitch as it filled her with its seed, the sorceress murderer impaled on a beasts cock, broken and defeated. Cum and blood trickled from her hole, pooling between her legs. Slowly the cock began to withdraw, sliding from her gaping hole. It plopped out, going flaccid and limp, glistening with crimson and semen. It was over. She was so dazed she barely took notice of the masked mens return. They cut her ropes and dropped the platform, throwing her on to the hot sand.

She just lay there, chest heaving. Her instinct urged her to stand, but her hips hurt just too much. The sound of grating lured her head to one side. A metal door had opened, and from it emerged a soldier clad in bronze armor. He clanked across the sand at a brisk pace. In his fist he held a bunch of leather leashes, each connected to one of seven large dogs. They drooled and barked savagely, eyeing Locusta with vicious stares.

"No!" She screamed, scrambling backwards. The soldier cocked his head to one side, the plumes on his helmet bouncing. The leashes fell from his grip, purposely letting them drop from his hand. They didn't get the chance to touch the ground, flying behind the dogs as they sprinted towards her. The bounded like they were possessed by demons, mad and foaming. Their huge paws kicked up sand with each step, hulking powerful breeds.

She began to scream as they pounced on her, a hoarse, guttural cry of pain as razor sharp teeth sank into her supple, succulent flesh. Snapping jaws grabbed her arms and legs, pulling and tugging in all directions. Other maws latched on to her softest parts. Belly, tits, bloody pussy. Showers of ruby and crimson splattered though the air and onto the sand like the work of a careless painter. They took turns dancing forward and back, peppering her canvas of skin with bites and shredding her flesh to hanging ribbons.

The sun began to set on the arena, to the sound of agonized, dying screams, frantic barking and the applause of a satisfied crowd.

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Sorry guys, SF cut off and lost my ending so had to do a bit of rushed job. This was only supposed to be a short project but spent way too much time on it and it still didn't turn out too great in my opinion :P

As always, leave a comment if you liked (Or didn't) so I know what to do for my next projects!

~ Serban