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***Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 18, or 21 in some states, please do not read ahead. This story contains scenes of sexual activities and extreme violence.***

With the official disclaimer out of the way, please do not read this if you are easily upset. This is -not- a nice story. It will be brutal, it will be dark. If you're either morbidly curious, or really enjoy the senseless mutilation and slaughter of innocents...then by all means, please continue.

Three horses darted through the night, hooves beating against the hardened earth as they raced for freedom. Fur as white as snow covered all three, not marred in the least by any discoloration or lack of musculature. Thick, finely embroidered saddles were belted to their midsections, with reigns suited more to nobility than to those in peril. Atop these steeds rode three figures.

Each was of middling height, perhaps topping six feet for the two on the flanks, with the center figure being almost half a foot shorter. Heavy mail adorned the outermost riders, conical helms topping their heads and pikes gripped tightly in hand. Bows, strung and readied, were slung across their shoulders. The armor shone in the moonlight, silvery light reflecting in every direction. The center rider was attired almost entirely opposite. Upon this figure was a heavy cloak, long and cowled, pulled over the head to obscure any view of its features. Only glimpses of black, shiny leather boots and occasional flashes of hands were visible, nothing to give away who it might be. The only thing to show who these mysterious people might be were the ears of the guards, slanted back and pointed, distinctly of elven heritage.

High above them drifted a solitary figure, his eyes glowing with inner fires hotter than the sun. His wings flapped only when absolutely necessary, letting the warm thermal currents carry most of his weight. In the darkness of the night, his midnight scales blended perfectly with only the occasional glimmer of moonlight bouncing off of them to give away his position. A slow grin settled upon his features whenever he spotted the prey, watching them bound upon the forest trail. An excercise in futility, but elves were often frivolous. Swooping down, he began circling towards the unaware victims...

The steady thrum of the horses were the only audible sound, the small party moving with every ounce of speed they could muster. One turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder, but saw nothing behind them. His gaze returned, sweeping over the others...only to find one missing. The other guard was gone. Pulling upon his reigns sharply, and gripping those of the rider next to him to bring both to a staggering halt whilst the unmounted steed ran off into the wood.

"What are you doing, you fool?" The center rider hissed, the voice clearly feminine. She pulled her reigns from him and started to whip them, only to stop short as something hit the ground before her steed. The sudden impact caused both mounts to rear, tossing the elves from their saddles simultaneously. As soon as they found themselves freed, the horses set to full gallop...back the way they came. The pair, scared and wary, turned to see what the object could be.

Lying there in the dirt, limbs tangled at unnatural angles, was the corpse of the second guard. His face was contorted in a mask of pain, what was left of it at least. Half seemed to have been ripped from his features entirely, exposing bone and tissue beneath. His shimmering mail was sullied by blood and grime, rent and torn as if no more than paper. The ribcage was splayed open, his innards exposed, much of them falling out of the body. The sight was gruesome enough, but what truly terrified them was the heart...it still beat. Slow, unrythmic throbs ran through the fist-sized organ, causing blood to spurt from the various wounds the guard had sustained in his momentary flight. Within a few seconds, though, it ceased its movement and he passed on, his one good eye fading as the light of his life was snuffed out.

Unable to handle this, the woman turned about and promptly emptied the contents of her stomach upon the ground. Once it was all gone, she dry heaved several times and began to whimper with pain from the harsh contractions. It took nearly a full minute for her to recover enough to turn about, though as her eyes moved towards her comrade, she quickly wished she was still vomiting.

There, only a few paces away, stood a dragon-elf hybrid. His midnight scales made him nearly invisible in the moonlight, even to her elven eyes. In his maw hung her bodyguard and friend, his neck placed in the sharp teeth, bent at a very peculiar angle. His eyes held no light, he was obviously dead. With a snap of his jaws, the dragonoid severed head from body, sending a delightful spray of blood all over himself and the stunned elf woman before him.

"Eldreyla..." The name hissed through his fangs, startling her out of her shock. She took a step back, turned, and gasped as a harsh blow caught her just above her shoulders. The impact jarred her, sending her towards the ground...though she never saw herself hit as the blackness closed in around her.

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Eldreyla groaned and twitched, very slowly regaining her conciousness. At first she thought to sit up and ring her service bell, to summon her maids and a prompt breakfast. When she tried, though, she found it impossible to do so. Another attempt provided similar results. Finally, frustrated, she opened her eyes...and wished she hadn't.

The room was dark, but she was an Elf, her eyes able to see in all but the pitchest of black. The most noticable thing was her own nudity, her body stripped of any and all clothing. With her appearance, she never really worried about modesty, but this was a bit much even for her.

Lithe and graceful, she was a dream even for elven-kind. Her breasts were full and firm, covered with the satin of her flawless skin. Delicate curves formed her waist and hips, flaring just widely enough to prove her worthiness of children. As with all elves, her body was hairless save for her head, her virgin sex as clean as the day she was born.

Next were her constraints. She lay on a table of some sort, made in the likeness of an X, with a headrest to hold her head in place. The cool metal seemed to be a bit rough in patches, like a grate of sorts, along the backs of her knees, her thighs, her shoulders, and her forearms. Metal manacles built into the device kept her wrists and ankles bound firmly, her body held in a spread-eagle pattern.

Lastly, the room itself was examined. Her eyes fell upon multiple tables, each holding piles of sinister looking items. All of them had seen use before, if the bits of gore and dried blood stains were any indication. Everything from clamps to razors, whips, chains, saws, pokers, brands...the entire arsenal of an inquisitioner and then some.

Eyes widening, Eldreyla let out a horrified scream and began to thrash in her bonds, her beautiful form arching and writhing, shaking the metal table with every bit of strength she could muster. Finally, exhausted and without success, the Elf gave up and went limp. Quiet sobs left her throat, warm tears trickling down her face.

For a time nothing happened, save for her weeping. Unfortunately for her, all good things must come to an end. Without a sound, without any warning, a thin tongue flickered along her face and collected a falling teardrop. The dragonoid hissed at the taste of the salty liquid, a vicious grin spreading over his maw.

"Pretty Eldreyla, princess of the elves, inspiring leader for a nation...all bound and ready for play." He chuckled darkly and rose to his full height, an impressive ten feet. His form was awe-inspiring, the perfect blend of Elf and Dragon. He had the lithe musculature of an Elf, his frame tall and willowy, yet clearly the strength of a dragon. Scales blacker than black covered his frame from head to toe, absorbing most of the light around him to aid in his stealth. A long, powerful, prehensile tail jutted from just above his rump, swaying slightly behind him to display his amusement. His chest, slightly broader than most elves, was thick with muscle and clearly was worked more often than most of his other sections. This was, apparently, due to the large wings folded upon his back. The appendages were regal, yet sinister, the frames covered with his scales, the membranes holding a deep purple...ironically, the color of royalty. His head was decidedly draconic, muzzle and slitted eyes of golden coloration, his ears small fins against his skull. No hair topped him, his entire body being of sleek scales.

Eldreyla said nothing, simply stared at her captor with a mixture of contempt, hatred...and utter terror. Finally, after a very long stretch of intolerable silence, she parted her lips and spoke a single word.

"H'sar..." With the sound of his name, the dragon turned his head up and roared out with laughter, draining himself of his mirth quickly. In a very sudden change of attitude, he whipped his head down and sneered at her, growling and bringing his tail about to lash her belly once. A thin red whelp appeard, causing the woman to cry out in pain and jerk a bit in her constraints.

"Yes, H'sar. I told you I'd get ahold of you sooner or later, did I not?" He grinned wickedly and pulled away, moving towards one of the tables and sifting through the instruments there. "Now, before you can get to work with any pesky spells, or before I have to listen to your bitching...we're going to solve them." He turns back with a pair of tongs and a dull knife in his claws.

Eldreyla's eyes widened and she shrieked in protest, testing her bonds anew as she thrashed about in an attempt at escape. It proved futile, though, as she quickly wore herself out to the amusement of her captor. Without another word he slipped forward and set the tools on a small worktable set up beside her, allowing him to gather a leather strap built into the headrest and secure it tightly about her forehead.

Unabale to move now, she could only watch as he forced open her mouth and reached in with the filthy prongs, gagging her at the taste and then the pain as he harshly gripped her tongue and pulled it out to an extent she didn't think possible. Without even offering her any last words, H'sar took the blade and quickly began sawing at her appendage, making her howl in agony as the thick muscle slowly seperated from her mouth. Blood spurted everywhere, coating his hands and forarms, getting all over her face and chest before he finished. The stump of her tongue slipped back into her mouth, nearly all the way back into her throat, and the rest was left in the prongs hanging before her face.

Tears began to flow anew as Eldreyla was forced to gulp down her own blood, the mangled remains of her tongue bleeding quite freely. The dragon, however, only grinned as he lifted the meat up to his maw and snapped it free of the tongs, chewing thoroughly and swallowing while she watched. "Now that you have no tongue, I don't have any worries...save for that pesky bleeding..." He grumbled this last and forced her mouth open again, huffing several times to build up an intense heat from his dragonfire. As soon as it was hot enough, H'sar pushed his serpentine tongue down into her mouth and bathed the stump in heat, cauterizing the severed appendage and creating untold amounts of pain for a suddenly thrashing Elf.

Once more he retreated, allowing Eldreyla a brief moment of respite before the next torture could begin. The dragon returned the tools to their proper places and began hunting for the next instrument of her demise. Finally he found it, a rather large syringe and a bottle of acid. It was a weak acid, of course, one that would take days to eat through even the simplest of tissues...but it would burn like hell. He filled the syringe and snagged a catheter, moving back to his captive and sliding down to her cunt. "This might hurt a little..." A cackle escaped him as he forced the tubing up into her urethra quite harshly, causing microscratches all along the length until finally the tip emerged in her bladder. The other end was promptly connected to the syringe and the plunger depressed, forcing the acid up into her.

A reaction was immediate, the Elf's eyes widening and her back arching, the searing pain causing her mouth to open and a rush of air to leave her lungs...without any sound whatsoever. For a moment her muscles remained rigid, the acid continuing to fill her bladder until she felt ready to burst. Only at that point did he stop, pinching and clipping the tube so that the liquid was forced to remain inside of her bladder, a bit of it backed up into her kidneys and burning there as well.

Pain unlike anything she'd ever known filled her world, making her oblivious to his next actions up until the point that she felt something pressing into her mouth. As soon as her world regained definition, she noticed that it was a ball-gag made of some sort of metal, the ball shaped to fill most of her mouth when it was tied in place. Attached to the gag was a wire running down below the table, disappearing from her view. "Oh...by the way, this will hurt like hell too."

Another explosion of agony, erupting in every place where the grating was. Looking to the areas, she could see dozens of thin spikes protruding from her flesh, impaling her in so many places at once. Fire burned in her bladder, her kidneys, and now in multiple joints as well. It was almost too much to bear, her mind unfocusing until a harsh blow struck her face. "You -will- stay awake, bitch! I want you to feel every last bit of this!"

Without remorse he grabbed what looked like a large steel buttplug, lubed with copious amounts of gel. In one swift motion he plunged it into her ass, ripping the tight oriface slightly and making her scream around her gag. The metal plug also had a wire running underneath the table, connected to something surely. "Now, let's see how you like this." He touched something beneath the table and instantly a painful shock jolted through her body, hitting each of the metal bits touching her, starting at her mouth and working down to her ass. Every muscle in her body spasmed viciously in turn, making her sexy, but bleeding, body writhe in an almost erotic way.

Clearly the sight was arousing for the dragon, as by the time she managed to see him again he already had a raging erection and was dripping precum. The phallus was proportional to his size and then some, standing well over a foot in length and as thick as her wrist. That wasn't what made her scream, though...the spikes did.

His cock was as twisted as he was, the base having several knots larger than any dog. Moving further were small barbs, like a cat, and at the very tip the icing on the cake. Just below the head of his monstrous member were a row of spines, ringing its girth and protruding down and out. Clearly the trip in would hurt from stretching and ripping...the trip out would be hell on earth. If it didn't rend her in two, it would certainly leave her cunt in ribbons.

"You like this, I see? Well, good, because it's about to be put to good use." Without ceremony he moved around to her crotch, settling in between her legs. Apparently he had positioned the table beforehand, as her snatch was aligned perfectly with his dragonhood. "Now open wide and say ahh!" He laughed wickedly as he gripped her hips tightly, apparently unphased by the steady pulses of electricity running through her, and pushed with supernatural strength. With a little resistance, then a great deal of tearing, he forced himself all the way in, obliterating both her virginity and her cervix in one swift moment.

Eyes bulging, Eldrayla couldn't make a sound, couldn't move aside from her convulsions. Her womb cramped viciously as it was invaded and stretched by his monstrosity of a cock, the spines and barbs immediately digging in as he prepared to pull out. A shock hit her, and she writhed, making him shiver and groan. A jerk of his hips and he pulled back until only the spikes and head were left in her womb. The barbs scratched and clawed at her cunt, the sharp spines cutting into the soft walls of her very womb. The pain was unimaginable, making her groan and whimper, her body going into shock.

Seeing this, H'sar growled and figured she'd shut down soon. Before she could manage, though, he had to deliver the final blow. Switching, a bit irritably, he set to a fast pace. His thrusts angled differently each time, allowing his spines and barbs to deal damage all along her delicate insides. The spikes made quick work of her womanhood, cutting and gouging deeper and deeper until it actually began to tear through and into her bowels.

Faster, harder, more violent. Each stroke made the woman whimper and release another tear, the pain of losing her womb, any children she might have ever had, causing her untold amounts of agony both physically and mentally. Finally, her organ unable to take further abuse, he pushed past it and into her guts. Feeling the change spurred him on, his humping becoming nothing short of utterly brutal as he felt his climax coming on, his dragonfires burning inside of him.

With his eyes glowing, H'sar finally found release, howling as he buried himself inside of her and began pumping out copious amounts of dragoncum. The fluid, coming from within him, left his cock at a temperature that could rival molten rock. It pumped out like a hose, gush after gush rushing into her, filling her guts and making her twitch as immediately her insides began to cook from the intense heat. The electricity pulsing through her forced her to remain concious, bringing her back each time she thought the warm embrace of death was starting to close in. More tears, more pain, feeling her body cook from the inside out as his orgasm raged on. What felt like gallons filled her, until with a shudder the dragon yanked himself free and watched the spunk rush from her ruined hole.

Idly he moved up to her face and wiped the mixture of cum, gore, and blood off on her face, adding humilation to her agony as he waited for just a few moments longer. Her flesh began to heat and brown, her eyes starting to fade as even the shocks couldn't keep her alive. Seeing her dying, he tilted his head and leaned down, kissing her forehead almost gently before moving on and bringing his maw about one of her breasts. Quite unceremoniously he bit into it, groaning at the unique flavor of her titflesh just as the final light left her gaze.

Even with the guest of honor gone, the meal had just begun, and H'sar took the time to enjoy it. He gulped down each breast ravenously before removing the gag and plug, turning off the machinery, and emptying her bladder of the acid. Once it was all cleaned up, he returned to his food and begain eating her cunt, or what was left of it. In no time at all he had gnawed a hole up to her bellybutton, most of her thighs and middle being gone. In the process he realized that another erection had snuck up on him, his shaft throbbing with a painful need for release.

Not one to waste, he moved back up to her mouth and plunged himself in, fucking her cooked throat with abandon. He could feel the meat shredding around him, his spines and barbs digging in, the knots popping her jaw out of place. His maw came down to her belly again, burrowing up under her chest, searching through her organs even as he drilled her throat. Finally finding his goal, he locks his jaws about it and pulled back with a harsh tearing, holding up her heart in his maw and shivering.

Just as his second orgasm hit him, he roared out and bit down into the thick muscle, bursting it and drinking the blood eagerly. This climax lasted nowhere near as long as the first, and soon left him panting and shivering, utterly satisfied. He pulled off of the mangled remains and wiped himself clean with her hair as his shaft retreated into its pouch. Finally he sighed and moved to retrieve what he would need to store the excess food, planning to consume every last scrap of the beauty's flesh.