{"sf1_id":1561827,"sf2_id":"214w26Mn","title":"The Executioner","author":"Jubatian","words":3283,"posted_at":"2020-03-29T10:07:00.000Z","tags":["Chubby","Criminal","Dragon","Fat","Fear","Horror","Non-Consensual","Vore (soft)","Wyvern","execution","fatal","fright"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1561827-the-executioner","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214w26Mn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/cd/0a/cd0a36a7-08af-4b23-a196-b6b38b890446","description":"#18 of Dragons \u0026 Wyverns\n\n(2019)\nNon-consensual fatal vore, may be disturbing for some of you.\nA small scene, kind of just showing that, well, not all my wyverns are so timid and gentle like they usually appear in my stories. The setting is one in which I have a half-completed story put aside since long, maybe I will finish it some time in the future.\nJust the plain old usual trope, where one could put dangerous criminals if he had a sufficiently big mouth.\nMaybe I will show the gentler side of this particular wyvern later if you are interested.\nIf you are interested in how he looks like, here he is: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1561830 !","content":"The Executioner  \n==============================================================================  \n  \n  \n  \nI couldn't believe I requested them to do this.  \n  \nBut this was also part of their complex system of customs. Their ways of  \ndelivering justice and to show an example to those freshly branded. I myself  \ncarried the mark, the insignia of the golden crested wyvern, however I was no  \nlonger a slave. But I wanted to go through even these, things which I had  \nexperienced myself, to see them under a different light, without my emotions,  \nmy distress and fear hazing my mind.  \n  \nSo I was there, stark naked, anxiously waiting for the call, to join in the  \nherding.  \n  \nNow I knew how it worked, but then, many years ago...  \n  \nSoon it came, then the door slid open, and the guard motioned me to follow  \nwith a short apology that once I was in the crowd, I was to be handled like  \nthe rest. I nodded, hoping I was prepared, although who could be prepared for  \nwhat was to come!  \n  \nMany, like me long ago, hadn't even seen them up close before for real.  \n  \nI looked at those faces. I knew many of them indeed were criminals, committing  \nsuch deeds which could have got them in prison for a decade or more, or in  \nsome less fortunate places of the world, mutilation or execution even. All I  \ncould see was fear, the fear of the unknown coming. The law of the dragons.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The guards herded us all, thirty-something males, into a large hall, ordering  \nus all to sit beside a wall and wait. There was a large door on the far end,  \nmore than three meters tall and two wide, and an equally large display above  \nit, which was blank, the total height to the highest point of the arched  \nceiling was maybe some ten meters, all very well illuminated by hidden light  \nsources, probably even channeling natural light in, as far as I knew their  \narchitecture by this point.  \n  \nWe were left alone for a brief while, they mostly didn't know each other,  \ncasting a few worried glances, but too frightened to make a move. I could all  \nwell recall it. The whole place was a prison, austere, alien and foreboding,  \nthe sheer size and the blank interiors, all sending shivers down my spine.  \n  \nThere is no sound except for what we ourselves make.  \n  \nOur own breaths. In and out. An occasional hushed word.  \n  \nThen all of a sudden, the door hisses open, and there he is.  \n  \nHe has to duck to enter.  \n  \nHe has to lower his wings to fit them through the three meters tall door.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A few paces, and he sits somewhat aside, stiff and erect, the tip of the  \nneedles of his huge crest would hit the arching ceiling while he would still  \npull his tail in before the door could slide shut.  \n  \nThe sight put even me off despite that I knew them already. How lithe, slender  \nand sinewy they are. I knew it would be a gold dragon, they are normally  \nlighter and weaker than the brass, but their lean figure, their massive ornate  \ncrest makes them look larger if they purposely wanted to appear so.  \n  \nHe however probably didn't only look larger, I could well imagine him to be  \nheavier, too. He had a considerable paunch now casually sprawling out between  \nthose long hind legs, which he couldn't even properly hold tight against his  \nbody due to its copious bulk for a decent sitting posture. Still, he did what  \nhe could to look as regal as one of their kind could ever look, the gorgeous  \nmajestic beasts.  \n  \nHowever that, that it was him, was also part of what was to come.  \n  \nFear and speechless bewildered awe mixed on the expressions.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then characters start to appear on the large display.  \n  \n\"I, Ravenos'Krann welcome you to our nation, the Skyworld. Some of you came to  \nus by your choice, the choice of the Trial by Dragon, the choice of us instead  \nof whatever your own law system sentenced you to. Some failed to behave proper  \nas a free citizen of Skyworld, for you, well, there is no other choice than  \nthe Trial. Your former life is forfeited. Your former self shall no longer  \nexist. You will serve the dragon who chooses you, however he or she may  \ndesire, for however long. Be faithful and diligent, and your mind shall come  \nto peace, you shall be absolved. Fail, and well...\"  \n  \nHe scanned the aghast expressions of the inexplicable. I now knew how it  \nworked, however in such conditions one wouldn't notice the barely visible thin  \nwires of the electroencephalogram taped on the top of his head. He nodded  \ntowards us, a long flick of his tongue, briefly stopping to lick his chops.  \n  \n\"I received the esteemed privilege to be the first to choose my slave. Please  \nkeep in mind that I can not understand your speech, and the din of useless  \nyappering pisses me off. Not that I don't relish an ounce of fight or fright!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He again licked his chops, now on the other side, turning towards us intently.  \n  \nI saw panic settling in with some of us. I myself kept stiff and reasonably  \ncalm, or at least tried to. I didn't know him, and now it all didn't seem to  \nbe such a good idea. He wouldn't choose me, he couldn't...  \n  \nHe didn't even lift that massive paunch, he was too lazy for that. He merely  \npushed a foot under to slide it a bit forwards as he laid down to observe us  \nup close. It was part of the impression. I now had realized it, he knew how to  \nplay it, to act. Likewise the way he lowered his long, slender neck on the  \nfloor, to lift only the end, the needles and frills of his crest now resting  \nagainst his skin, like a snake, one enormous snake of impossible proportions.  \n  \nThat was how he examined us. How I was examined by a different dragon long  \nago, briefly, but with my heart in my throat, I felt it to be an eternity. I  \ntried to keep calm and see the reactions to that slithering beast, how he  \npurposely mimicked the motions of a giant constrictor with his neck as he  \nmoved from person to person.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then one of them couldn't bear it anymore. He ran off!  \n  \nVain as it was in the locked hall, but reason gave up in him.  \n  \nThe dragon lifted his tail in the air and smote down with a thundering  \nwhiplash!  \n  \nHe killed him! I freaked out and believed for sure that the man was dead for a  \nmoment before realizing he stood frozen with the thin end of the tail now  \nresting a few paces before him. Then he collapsed to his hands, and started  \ncrying! A grown up man, crying, weeping uncontrollably.  \n  \nThat was the only sound to be heard apart from the frantic breaths, the sobs  \nof the man, whom the dragon didn't care of anymore, continuing his slithering  \nto hover the tip of his monstrous muzzle barely centimeters from each of our  \nfaces.  \n  \nThen he arrived to me.  \n  \nHe wouldn't choose me.  \n  \nI kept reassuring myself that he wouldn't. I knew how this worked...  \n  \nA warm slimy tentacle sliding across my body.  \n  \nI jolted in horror. His tongue. He licked me, albeit stopped, to continue to  \nhover over me as if he was examining.  \n  \nThen again, from the side of his giant mouth. It freaked me out!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It couldn't be!  \n  \nI felt the slavering tongue wrapping around my arm as he stared deep down into  \nmy eyes!  \n  \nYou...  \n  \nI tried to talk with him, to use the sign language by habit, almost by  \ninstinct, lifting my right arm when I realized that was it, that he held it  \nfirmly wrapped by his tongue!  \n  \nI would have been able to talk. I could have used my left hand. I could have  \nused head motions, even mute speech, articulating which some understood, he  \nhowever was clear. He wouldn't care.  \n  \nFright.  \n  \nTo flee, to not be there, to miraculously vanish out of existence!  \n  \nBut I was there, and he was there, the beast, staring me down, pulling me  \nback.  \n  \nI almost broke. I almost collapsed crying. I didn't want this. I...  \n  \nThen a sudden breeze.  \n  \nHe just released me with a theatrical backflip of his head, letting his  \nslavering tongue rain drips of sticky goo all over us, before he settled  \nhimself with a few small chewing motions of his jaws.  \n  \nMy heartbeats pounded in my ears as I fell back against the wall trying to  \ncalm myself.  \n  \nHe was already on the person next to me and continued further, not giving such  \nan attention to anyone else like me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Why?  \n  \nI remembered it.  \n  \nI knew what was to come.  \n  \nWas he... Did he only stop recalling that the rest of us was still there, to  \nfreak all of them out with his advancing?  \n  \nThe head slithered back to hover in front of me again.  \n  \nHe was staring me down with a small tongue flick.  \n  \nHe was beckoning me.  \n  \nI couldn't control it. My tears. I didn't want this. I only wanted to observe  \nthe initiation. But...  \n  \nThere was no way. I foolishly had chosen the dragon even when I didn't have  \nto, and he chose me.  \n  \nI raised to walk forth, trying to prepare myself if there was even such a  \nthing to be prepared for what I believed was to come...  \n  \nHe suddenly jolted with a swift swipe, to lash out and wrap his tongue firmly  \non a leg.  \n  \nThen I saw the transformation. A concealed smile turning into the expression  \nof dread in mere moments as the person next to me felt and realized the  \nsensation! He staggered and fell down onto his rear even without the dragon  \ndoing anything, merely maintaining his grasp on his leg.  \n  \nRavenos let himself relax, even his tongue, lolling lax apart from his grip.  \nHe didn't hurry. Characters started to appear on the display once again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I think I made my choice. He is the lucky one. The lucky one for his service  \nwouldn't last very long. Nor I would ask him much to do, and I believe he will  \nknow just too well what he is ought to do. Then, oh well, he will be released.  \nIn just a couple of days. Don't worry, I won't hold you here until that part.  \nShall we start now?\"  \n  \nWe all backed away terrified.  \n  \nI knew it. I knew this part, but by now, I was just as freaked out like all  \nthose new to the dragons, my heart still pumping somewhere up in my throat.  \nBut at least it was settling down. At least by a little. Contrary to what that  \nman might have been experiencing.  \n  \nHe used the sign language, he used it to beg for mercy, for forgiveness. He  \nknew it, he was from here, it was clear to me, he was from here, a free man,  \nwho had committed a capital crime, a permanent mark on a dragon. He must have  \nknown that it was to no avail.  \n  \nRavenos didn't care. So much that he laxed his tongue, letting it stretch to  \nunimaginable lengths as he turned his head this way and that to observe us,  \nthe utter terror on the faces, to relish it, to enjoy his impression, before  \nfinally turning towards his prey.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; For the man was his prey, and if there was any doubt of it, now it became all  \nclear as he advanced on him, staring him down while flexing those muscles  \ncontracting that formerly thin tentacle holding his prisoner to grab his foot  \nby the tip of his snout.  \n  \nHe still tried to convince the dragon to let him free. I saw the signs  \nprobably hardly anyone else recognized for they are little known outside of  \nSkyworld. That he would be faithful. That he would do anything, just let him  \nlive as his slave. But that slimy tongue didn't show mercy. With a strong  \npull, he was in to his hips.  \n  \nThen Ravenos made a mistake. He tried to navigate the other leg of the  \ndesperate man into his jaws when he relaxed his grip to move forth on his  \nbody. He was momentarily without restraint.  \n  \nThe urge of flight kicked in. He pulled himself off to jump, to run!  \n  \nBut the dragon, and his tongue of a whip was faster, lashing out after him to  \nbind his legs together at his ankles! He fell, barely saving his face from the  \nimpact. One of the slaves made a feeble move towards him, but immediately  \nretreated far back meeting Ravenos' death stare!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; One doesn't get between a dragon and his prey lest he himself became the prey!  \n  \nPanic kicked in. The man was no longer begging for his life. He was thrashing  \nin vain, trying to free himself from the grip, much to the dragon's pleasure!  \n  \nHe shewed it. He savored it. He was playing with his prey.  \n  \nHe worked slow, slowly pulling the flailing man crying out for help in, to his  \nhips, then gently, but firmly grabbing, he let his slimy tongue briefly  \nexploring his body before a second pull.  \n  \nNow he was holding him by the neck, to my horror, I realized, very careful as  \nto not injure him by his teeth, the tongue slightly raising him above the  \nlower jaw! The man was desperately hammering on his captor, fists against  \nrock-hard scales, not even putting a dent on them, Ravenos was all the more  \nconcerned about the apparently most difficult part, to get the hips past his  \njawbones!  \n  \nHe now opened wide, turning his head to show it to everyone in the hall, how  \ncareful and gentle he was, holding the struggling man with his tongue away  \nfrom his teeth lest he should receive the slightest scratch, while he worked  \non wriggling him down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The man, as a last resort, tried to grab his upper jaw which he couldn't even  \nsee, probably feeling for the eyes or maybe only a feeble last resort move, to  \nhold on to the widening part as if he could delay the inevitable, but  \nstretching out his arms like that only eased it for the dragon!  \n  \nHe even relaxed a bit, I saw, well on purpose, with his bulging upper neck,  \nthe man still grasping on his snout, crying out, crying for help towards the  \naghast crowd!  \n  \nRavenos surveyed us, pleased, delighted in the horrendous impression he was  \nmaking with his gaping jaws, with the man trapped inside, before he made that  \nfinal gulp, probably merely for no longer being able to cope with his gag  \nreflex.  \n  \nThe massive wriggling bulge moved lower. He made a few content chewing  \nmotions to settle his very much stretched out jaws, not missing a couple of  \ncompulsory chop-licks. Then he let his mouth open slightly while he slowly  \nswallowed.  \n  \nIt was unnatural. How he dragged it out. How he kept his mouth open so his  \nprey received some air while he relaxed between the swallows, so he kept  \nstruggling, those muffled cries.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; What it means to get eaten alive by a dragon, to let it sink in, into everyone  \nin the room, that dreadful fate, and he, Ravenos, apparently was an expert in  \nthis means of torture. He enjoyed it, enjoyed our frozen, horrified  \nexpressions, mine, he looked at me!  \n  \nHe didn't need to emit any sign to tell me, I could be there if by his whims  \nhe happened to desired so.  \n  \nOne full-grown man was big for them. But who knew this one, whether this one  \ncould make room for two if he wanted?  \n  \nAnd it was still not over.  \n  \nI thought it so until after a couple of minutes sprawling out, content and  \ndelighted like a constrictor with that by now probably asphyxated man settled  \nas a bulge stretching the wrinkled reptilian skin taut against his chest, he  \nfinally decided to give him the final push. It was clearly a chore for him, to  \nwriggle his neck, to work his muscles to get his meal past, which suddenly  \nsprung to life again!  \n  \nWe could hear the muffled cries of terror once again.  \n  \nThe man was still alive. Still alive, and I realized, probably only submitted  \nto his fate ceasing the struggle, going limp, before this new assault begun on  \nhim!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was to no avail, nobody could have convinced Ravenos to let him free by  \nthis point. With a few twists of his neck, raising his chest probably to ease  \nhis copious meal's path, the man was down, we could all see, how the upper end  \nof that paunch had swollen, and Ravenos shewed it. He settled on his side,  \nfurling up those wings tight, so it was all clear, clear how the torture still  \ncontinued deep under that occasionally wiggling soft flesh.  \n  \nRavenos gasped for air and gulped it down.  \n  \nI don't know how he did it. But he did. He apparently could do it, to swallow  \nair, down, all the way into his stomach, to prolong that woeful existence down  \nthere.  \n  \nI couldn't remember seeing anything alike before, freaked out I was, I would  \nhave remembered. When I came, the dragon did a short job of the criminal.  \nRavenos didn't. It was at least a quarter-hour by now, and his prey was still  \nthere, alive, struggling vain for his life!  \n  \nSome cried out for him.  \n  \nIt wasn't only me, they realized what the dragon was doing.  \n  \nHe belched. Then again, he gasped and gulped down a glob of air.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally, it dawned on me, I realized that it was probably me, only me who  \ncould have done anything, for I could communicate with them. I was still  \nfreaked out, horrified by what could be coming, but I had to try. This was  \ninsane. I advanced him, and attempted the gestures, please, stop it, let him  \ndie, please, you freak out everyone.  \n  \nHe stared me down deep. Characters started to form on the display.  \n  \n\"Such a pleasant surprise. Now here stands a man, who is so eager to be my  \nslave. Well, sadly I have to disappoint you now. While I could definitely  \naccept his service, it would be tad more pleasant on an empty belly. But no  \nworries, I take his request, and now he is to follow me through the door. I  \nwish you, all of you, good luck with your future masters!\"  \n  \nRavenos bobbed his head with a long tongue flick towards the whole hall as he  \nhefted his bulk, in it the still desperately struggling man occasionally but  \nso clearly jiggling it, then approached the door, casting a glance towards me.  \n  \nThere was no escape.  \n  \nI thought I at least tried, but I was too worn out to protest, to panic.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; For parting, he let out one last massive belch towards the horrified naked  \ncrowd of slaves in the hall before stepping through. He pulled his tail past  \nso the door could slide shut. Then again, he gulped down air.  \n  \nI turned towards him agitated. Why?  \n  \nHe dismissed me with the sign that I was free to go.  \n  \nI tried to insist.  \n  \nHe only repeated, adding that before he changed his mind. With that, he just  \nleft me there, dumbfounded and utterly devastated.  \n  \nHalf an hour later, my heart finally settled, I could gather some information  \non that who I hoped to be deceased by then.  \n  \nThen I knew.  \n  \nThat this was what it was like.  \n  \nWhat it was like when a man was proven guilty of killing a dragon in Skyworld.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Dragons \u0026amp; Wyverns","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1561254-taming-the-beast.json","next":"https://sofurry.com/s/rna2r8o1"}}