FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Cold steel penetrates my hardened and bleeding scales around my legs as I hear the clacking of toes on a stone floor. My mind is foggy as I try and escape the hazy pain of confinement. My breath comes in short ragged gasps as I try to get enough air into my starving lungs. A throaty laugh echoes around in my head, taunting me of my predicament, of the pain I am in, and of the pain and shame to come.

The hazy fog lifts slightly as a cold breeze blows across my back and towards my head. The flap of wing beats can be faintly heard through the maze of pain and humility. I try to free myself of its grasp as a large mass of scales rub up against my side, whispering promises of pleasure and freedom. I pause in my efforts to break free of my mind as a slight tingling runs up my spine, triggering half forgotten memories of better times. I retreat into the back of my mind, waiting for the sensation to go away, slowly remembering through the haze of pain what brought me here.

The sound of an angry growl frightens me as a tail lashes out to hit my flank. The sting of the hit brings me further into a drug induced sleep. Along with the numerous cuts and scrapes, I also have a pendent or charm tightly secured to the base of my neck. I faintly hear a furious debate going on, the words a whisper, too soft to make out. As I drift deeper into sleep, I bolt of electricity suddenly courses through my body, ravaging my mind, increasing the pain of all my wounds, as well as the lately surfaced pleasure.

The strain of the shock is too much for me to take as I fall into a coma, two dragons arguing relentlessly around me.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next sound I perceive is of water dripping in the distance. I try to gather my strength to work my way out of the maze of stinging pain. The blow I received was not fetal, nor was it life threatening. I slowly start to come out of the haze as I hear faint hushing noises all around me. They whisper words of encouragement and hope, while speaking of death and despair. I pull away, seeking refuge within my mind once more.

Suddenly, my eyes fly open as a river of water is violently dumped onto my head. The perpetrator wisps back through a door before I could make out what was happening. I lift my head as I blink my eyes, trying to get rid of any water collecting there. Before my head rises too much, chains jangle as they are pulled taut. I try to move forward but other chains hold me in place. A rush of fear washes over me as I start to look around to see where I am. The room I am in is big, almost massive in size, able to contain probably twenty dragons more or less my size. I spot numerous ornate riches and paintings hung high on the walls, depicting gruesome battles and victories. I recognize one of them as an earlier battle between the Darkness and my mate.

Seeing this snaps me out of my reverie as I remember where I am. Screw the details of the room, I am still a prisoner! I thrash around, only to be blinded by a wall of pain, almost making me black out. I slow down my breath to keep conscious, not wanting another splash of water on my face. I wiggle my body, the tail wound on my flank throbbing painfully slow, making me wince.

The realization then dawns on me of the strange position I am in. I try to move forward but cannot, as there is a solid block of concrete below me with my various other appendages chained to the ground or ceiling. My legs are kept apart by a strong piece of steel, while my tail hangs nearly vertical from the ceiling. My maw is closed shut, bounded by several layers of strong leather. My front legs are chained to the cinder-block, rising just enough so I keep my balance, while at the same time forcing me to bend over, letting anyone who passes behind me a clear and unobstructed view of my slit. My wings, which had been clean cut of any wing leather, now lay tightly bound to my back.

Fear and dread creep into me as a sound echoes within the halls leading to this massive room. The same big, muscular purple/ black male dragon that knocked me out now walks towards me with an air of confidence. He strides around me with a smug grin on his face. His nose closing and opening frantically as he takes in my lovely scent, looking to humiliate me beyond what I know.

"Well well well. What does my little dragoness think about this now, hmm? You did not think we would try something like this eventually, no?" The big male says, coming to rest on his haunches right in front of me. I narrow my eyes as he stares at me, willing me to do something, to defy his wishes. My breath comes in slow and shallow breaths as I wait to see what he will do. As I stare at him, I get a pretty good look at what he really looks like.

His face is covered in small imperceptible scars. His black horns are jagged and sharp, twisting and turning in fearsome designs. His chest plates shine with a brilliant gleam of obsidian black with a hint of royal purple. The scales on his front legs bulge out, trying to contain all the muscle beneath. His wings are swirls of purple, fading to a light red near the end. His wing tips have vicious razor edges on them, able to slice through scales as easily as teeth break bone. His back legs are even lumpier than his front. They simply explode with muscle, rippling to every slight movement he makes to keep himself balanced. The end of his tail wields a fearsome dagger, sharp enough to cut through diamond and bone easily while the menacing looking spikes down his back curve inward to his back as if daggers were stuck hilt deep in his hide. His underbelly is a pale gray/purple, the scales getting indefinitely smaller as they progress to his hind legs. The slit that contains his draconic cock can be seen slightly bulging from the arousal of my smell. The scales on his flanks are marred with lengthy scars of glorious battles or hideous torture.

The contest of wills endures for what seems like forever, me staring at him while he smiles haughtily over my position. Before it goes on much longer however, a deep rumble echoes through the whole palace structure, raining dirt and debris from above. I close my eyes instinctively as the big male covers himself with his right wing. Muttering a small string of curses, he turns back to me saying:

"Well, looks like I cannot delay this any longer, but why would I when it would lead us both to great pleasure." He says in a deep baritone voice, smiling evilly.

I gulp as I am reminded of who captured me. If what I guess is right, my mate will be ashamed of me for having broken down in a time like this.

No! I cannot, will not give up. Not for anything. I will hang on for my mate. No matter what kind of pain I am in, I will always have my will, able to make my own choices.

Soon enough though, the big drake is up and around, stalking me like a predator. I try to keep him in sight, but it is impossible with all these chains holding me down. I feel his breath around me, taking in my scent as he pauses for a while beside me.

"Hmmm, not receptive yet. Well, I can change that. The Darkness knows how to break ones soul, to make it so that you will be screaming for death instead of torture, but it will not come!" he says, finishing with a hearty laugh which sounds like an avalanche.

I think of what he could mean. Not rec... No... He could not mean that, could he? I can only go into heat when I want to. It is how my mate designed me when I was on the last leg of my life.

It had been wonderful, knowing that I would be able to continue to be with the one I love. Even for a dragon's impressive lifespan, ranging from some five hundred years to an astonishing four thousand or so, give or take a few hundred years. Me, I had been influenced by my mates presence. By him being near me for a few decades when we first found each other, then being reunited again once the first war started, I have been able to live for more than ten-thousand years because of him. But even then, life has its limits.

He had proposed that after the thirtieth celebration of the Darkness's defeat, he would change me. One of the abilities I got was, after I turned ten years old and went through my first heat, I could go into it whenever I wanted, but it had to be four to five months after I had laid eggs, if I had. Other than that, it was mine to command, either for when we wanted a son or daughter, or for increased pleasure.

Now, it might...was going to be used against me. I do not know how, I can feel they have a way of breaking me, and I will hate it every step of the way.

"No" I say defiantly. "I will never bow down before you or your master. Do with me what you like, but I will not break." Even though that is hardly the truth, I still steel myself for what he could do. Of all the torture they have done to me, if what I think they will be doing next is any testament to my will, I will not, cannot break.

"Now, now my little dragoness. Let us just relax and this will be over soon enough. You will soon be the mother of two fathers. Yes, after me, the Darkness will have his turn, but only when I am done. He has given me express permission to let me do anything necessary to get you gravid." he says, tongue lapping over his muzzle in a lust filled way.

I blink in fear so deep it almost steals my breath. I gather myself enough to speak my mind to him about what they will be doing. I know the Darkness did not capture me for nothing, but the knowledge I am helpless to stop it is no less painful than the vague thought of it five years ago.

"Only I can make myself go into heat. I would NEVER mate with you. You would have to kill me before I sired your, or the Darkness's decrepit eggs!" I shout telepathically in defiance, my maw still bound with layers of leather. Just what he wanted to hear of course.

"Oh contraire. All that torture was not all for naught my dear dragoness. We did not just do it out of spite for your mate. We are intending to sire an evil army of dark dragons from you, just like we once did with your mate. We now have the means of forcing you into heat multiple times even after you have laid eggs. You will become evil, as your mate had once experienced for himself, if you do not remember?" He says smugly.

He stands in front of me, slowly lifting a clawed hand as it travels to my crystal gem on the top of my head. That is another thing.

My mate had given me three crystal gems in my new form when I hatched. One on top, a blue crystal on my head for me to control my magic with, a green one on my chest, for the life I have, and a white one on my tail, in case of an emergency. I have not been able to use that one so far, my mate saying I will know when to use it when it becomes most apparent. Maybe for me to use when they try to turn me evil? I do not know.

He extends one claw, slowly lowering it onto the blue surface. I try to prepare myself for the pain I am about to go through by taking slow, deep breaths as his claw slowly travels to my crystal, but nothing could come close to what I actually go through. When he touches my crystal, pain beyond what I could possibly think of, all the torture I had gone through wrapped into one agonizing touch as it erupts all throughout my body as my magic fights to ward off the evil touch. I thrash in pain as the drake relentlessly smashes down my barriers, rummaging through my mind. The more walls I throw up, the more he smashes down. His power is unbelievable as I start to shake where I stand, my breath coming in short, heavy gasps, scales clink together in a barrage of sharp pins and needles. My tail jangles the chains holding it vertical, stretching it taut. My wings barely move under the strain of my bindings, my head completely still, unable to move as he burrows deeper and deeper into my head. The combined force of every wound I have ever taken is not even close enough to compare to what I am feeling. Soon enough, the pain stops. I lay panting heavily through my nostrils as I try to catch my breath. What he wanted in my head was beyond me, but by the smug look on his face, I figure he found it.

"Ah, so that is how you do it." He says mischievously.

My eyes bug out as he then lowers his claw onto my green chest crystal, leaving my magic dark and tainted, but not holy subdued.

My mind screams in agony as he lowers his claw ever so slowly on the crystal. With just one touch and no moment to rest from the last assault on my magic crystal, my mind is blown to bits. Jolts of lightning course through my veins, igniting every sense of pleasure in my body. My sex starts to quiver in unrestrained bliss as my body is assaulted with waves of unending pleasure. My slit starts to gap like a fish as my vent starts to spasm and move as a massive orgasm rocks me as a cascade of feminine juices gush out of my vent. Vaginal juices slosh down onto the cold hard ground as my vent continues to writhe and stretch in immense pleasure. I clench my maw shut as my brain is bombarded with wave after wave of sheer bliss. My body quakes as every scale clinks together in sharp pokes of pins and needles.

I continue to writhe in both pleasure and pain, growling like a plaintive hatchling as his touch lingers much longer than last time. My wings strain against their chains, trying to break free, jerking in uncontrollable, spasmodic movements. All this happens while the big drake laughs maliciously at me, urging me on.

After what seemed like hours, he lifts his claw and sets it back down. Compared to my magic crystal which only had a small presence of dark color, my life crystal is smothered in blackness. Barely any green penetrates the black visage covering my life, slowly turning me evil, but not yet.

"Now my sweet dragoness, I have forced you into heat. For the next week or so, you will be mine to do as I want. I will have you bursting with my seed, spilling out onto your thighs. It will be sweet! This will not even be the most painful moment in your life." he says with a snarl as he starts to circle around me once more.

"Please" I plead futilely as he listlessly continues on with his rant. "P-pl-please stop."

Without even hearing my plea for him to stop, he continues on with his thought. "Yes, I do say so myself, nice work. It would not take a mental genius to realize how you put yourself into heat, quite pathetic really, imagining your mate, wanting to have hatchlings with him, Ha!!" I growl inwardly as he says that. Of all the things he could have said, he chose to say that. My mate will definitely not be happy when he meets this dragon, after I tell him what he said. Before I can think of insulting words to call him he comes to a stop at my slowly leaking vent after having circled twice. He slowly brings his snout up to my slit and takes a long, deep breath.

"Ah! Nothing like the smell of a dragoness's feminine juices to get you nice and hard." he says with a chuckle.

I start to whimper, the sound coming out muffled through my bindings on my mouth as he oh so slightly presses his snout against my slick vent, flicking out his tongue to have a taste of me. He starts moving his tongue in teasing circles around my hidden clitoris, which is quickly emerging due to my forced heat. Strikes of pleasure ride up my spine as the innumerable amounts of bliss become waves of sheer agony to me. Every so often he would push past my slick, wet folds and slowly lick my inner walls only to pull back quickly, causing me to groan and hiss in a mix of pleasure and remorse.

He shifts his hind legs a little closer to sit down, putting his paws on my rump, holding me still as I continuously try to fight the rising ache in my inflaming vent. The delicacy of my broken mind making it hard to form any coherent idea or thought of disgust. He smiles maliciously as he continues to assault my sex, pulling away every time I start to clench up, then moving in slow, con sensuous circles to tease me. The assault never seems to end, his tongue never getting tired. I can smell his overwhelming musk fill the air, proliferating my nostrils, making me gag in disgust.

He suddenly pulls away completely as I start to come to an intense orgasm. The sudden vacancy of his tongue leaves me with only a slight tremble of pleasure as my juices creep out of my now oversensitive swollen vent and trickle teasingly down my inner thighs onto the cold, hard floor. I can hear him lapping up the mess on his maw as he stands up to move around to face me face to face. I hold in my breath as I get a glimpse of his mating tool.

It is immense, extending a few inches past his waist. His member is a dark demonic red color, webbed with veins of black starting from the base of his single bulbous knot. At the top of his member is a large flare like a horse, but it is speared with pointy edges flowing backwards. At the base up a few centimeters from his knot is a pair of monstrous spiked ridges on the underside of his member. They pulse slightly with a dark glowing light. A few beads of pre-cum emerge from his vastly aroused cock, jumping a few meters every so often to the beat of his evil heart.

He now turns towards me once he reaches my face. I get a clear and unobstructed view of his member, pulsing with an evil aura, ready to change and morph to its owners desire.

"Big don't you think? I think it will do nicely to make you comply. Not that it would change anything. Forcing you into heat was not the only thing I did, oh no." He says mischievously. My eyes widen as his chuckle grows into laughter on the light of my realization.

"Yes, my little golden purple dragoness, I did not harm your magic gem as much as your life gem, you see? By the end of the month you will have turned evil, obeying me and my masters every whim whether you like it or not!" He says in a hysterical fit of laughter.

Once his chuckling ceased, his face took on a series look. I gulp as I dread what is coming next; I will be torn to shreds if he does that!

"Now...Open up." He states plainly. I simply stare at him, unsure if he realizes I cannot do that since my mouth is bound shut.

"Oh my, I seem to have forgotten something." He says in a mocking tone of forgetfulness.

"Oh well, I can change that." He replies, coming closer and lifting a single, razor blade taloned finger.

He expertly slices through all seven layers of leather without touching my scales, quickly freeing my mouth to do what I want. In a flash, I take a deep breath, preparing to use my magic to intensify my flames to incinerate him into ashes. Even though I said before I would only use them as a last resort, what he thinks of doing would certainly tear me in two. But before I have the chance to even breath in so much as a pint, his right foot lashes out, clamping my jaw firmly shut so I can do nothing but let out a strangled "Mfph! Mfph! Mfph!" as I try to breathe through my nostrils. His grin turns into a smug smile as a makes a Tsk-Tsk sound, as far as possible as a dragon can do.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk my little dragoness, that is not a very wise thing to do in your position." He says haughtily. "You know what will happen if I mysteriously cease to be."

I try to slow my rapidly beating heart as the thought of all the pain I would endure if this dragon died was too much. I just stand still and growl as menacingly as I can, even despite the idea of what is going to happen next.

"Heh, that is much more like it, now, Jin-Te." He says. My body suddenly goes as stiff as steel, making it so I could not move one bit. The big male Drake now removes his clawed paw (Hehe, that rhymed) and sets it down tentatively on the ground, watching to see if I do anything else. I try to open my mouth but it's like a 200 lb anvil is keeping my mouth closed. I wriggle to try and open it, but all to no avail.

"Ah, much better. Now you will have to do what I say, seeing as how the only part of your body you can move is your mouth... was your mouth. I think it would be very fitting if you knew my name before I did this, don't you think? Well, it is Kerberos. Kind of cool, no? It is Latin for "demon of the pit", quite fitting for me actually." He says gleefully. "Now, let us begin. Open your mouth, wide." He commands loudly.

Unwillingly, my maw slowly opens as wide as it can go. Saliva drips from the top of my mouth unchecked as he waits patiently to see if his spell is working.

"Good good, now, be a good little dragoness and obey me." And with that, he lunges, throwing his weight onto my shoulders and prods my open mouth with his enormous member.

I try to shy away, but the spell holds me in place. His pre-cum is slathered onto my face and over my eyes as he relentless dry humps the air. His member bumping into my nose and eyes repeatedly

In one second, he slows down, looking back to currently position his member. I still have the ability to breathe on my own, which I grudgingly thank him for. Taking the brief pause, I take a gulp of air as he prepares to thrust into my throat. Almost predicting what I was going to do, with movement faster than I can possibly comprehend, he moves forward, putting his whole weight on my diminutive frame. Putting his clawed hands on my rump, he shoves his massive member down my throat, making me choke and gag on it as just the flared head of his member and a few inches after are thrust violently forward. The reflexive gag measures of my mouth spasm in quick, short pulses. Kerberos growls and grunts in pure pleasure as the massaging of my throat against his oversensitive member throw him over the plain of overwhelming bliss.

He now slowly walks forward with his back legs to shove more of his gigantic member inside of me. My throat begins to straighten as inch after agonizingly painful inch are thrust into my sore throat. I blink my eyes rapidly, trying to escape the overwhelming musk of his maleness and the blinding sourness of his pre-cum as they start to water.

His front paws grab onto my rump, his huge form lumbering over my petite shape, forcing me to address his pressing needs. His claws punch into my diamond like hide, drawing trails of blood which flow down my thighs, further enhancing my pain. Ever so slowly he forces his member down my throat, gag reflex already on overdrive; I futilely try to breathe through my snout. The sounds and noises made by Kerberos are contest to the state of pleasure he is in.

My mind races with ideas on what I should do. If I end him quickly, or as quick as I can, it would only do to get me gravid that much faster. But if I prolong his pleasure, the more pain and suffering I would go through. The shattered pieces of my still fragile mind work gently as I try to formulate a coherent plan.

Meanwhile, Kerberos's attempts at plunging into my throat are more than successful. His unyielding muscles are more than powerful enough to trudge through any weather, be it physical or material. I can feel his pleasure rising as his ridges start to enter my mouth. My teeth dangle precariously over his most precious tool. His jaws are clenched in pure bliss; his claws tear streaming lines of blood onto my golden rump and faint wisps of smoke trail from his nostrils as I wonder how long it is until he goes ballistic.

Unsurprisingly, after seven minutes of forcing his member down my bulging throat, he takes two small steps back, and thrusts deeply. I roar in pain, or try to as my throat vibrates intensely as his over-sized cock nearly tears my throat in two, my neck scales spreading apart from each other in protest against the intruder. His wings spread out wide, beating the air, pounding the air into submissiveness as he cools me off. My eyes close shut as tears start to flow, his member making my sore throat burn with the need to breath. Walls of pain block my view, spots and colors fading and entering like a circus act. My chest rumbles ominously as my nostrils work over time to provide enough air for me.

My unwillingly undulating tongue caress's his rock hard erection. His head is bent over my tail, clinging to my rump as he continues to thrust slowly. The smoke starts to contain flakes of flames as he uses his own dark magic to hold his orgasm back. Something bumps against my snout as I blearily open my eyes. Staring at me in the face is his bulbous knot. My eyes bug out as his knot repeatedly hits my mouth, trying to enter. Under his breath I can hear Kerberos whisper.

"Oh...Oh yeah, so tight, so good. Give it to me! Move that tongue little dragoness, work it for me! Ohhhh, uh, yeah."

I silently shake my mind. Typical Drakes.

He continues to thrust relatively slowly into my mouth, making sure to make his member slick. In the next few moments, all hell breaks loose.

Kerberos lets out a preemptive roar that shakes the foundation of the seemingly enormous castle. Moving his back legs closer, he lets out a complex series of grunts and growls, overcome with animal desire.

"Uungh! Ooh... Uuugnh Eengh, Uuungh! MMmmm."

Not sure what to think, my thought is interrupted as he pulls as far out as he can given the proximity of his hind legs to my face. His powerful hind leg muscles bulge from out of his hide, predominantly displaying individual strands of muscle as they contract and expand rhythmically. He thrusts quickly into my mouth and down my throat, ending at his bulbous knot. His second thrust is faster as he starts to lose himself to his animal instincts. He rams his member hard down my throat, making me gag harder than before causing Kerberos to let out a long drawn growl..."Ooooooooh... yeah... So soft, sooo gooood." He murmurs in a daze.

After thrust number two, they begin to grow frantic. He speeds up, moving in a blur. His bulbous knot starts to expand as the black webbing of veins protruding from his member start to pulse and shift as if they had a life of their own. I can feel he is getting closer, losing control over his ability to use his magic to stave off his orgasm. I gag relentlessly as he pounds my face and throat like a dragon possessed. His wings tighten up and flap in jerky sporadic movements, twisting and churning the air in a great hailstorm of dust and debris.

Suddenly, I feel a gripping force on my mouth, forcing it to open up more as I hear a conscious thought come from Kerberos. "Come on, open up for my knot, you know you want to." He says, laughing hysterical in his mind.

The pain is over flowing within my body as both my mouth and throat threaten to rip apart. I try to lessen the pain with my magic as his knot starts to slowly enter my widened jaws as well as swell to an enormous size. I can only grasp a tiny amount of my power, and what I can is dark and tainted. I use what I can secretively to reduce the pain mainly in my jaw, but not before they crack and split to allow entrance to Kerberos's inflated knot. Blood spills from the side of my mouth in opened wounds. The surprise in the shear amount of pain is too much for me as I immediately lose concentration of any hold I had on my magic.

I groan in immense pain and agony, my throat shuttering with indefinable contractions, pulsing and massaging Kerberos's rock hard cock as he snarls, grunts and growls in unrestrained pleasure. My jaws clamp firmly around at the end of his member past his knot, my whole throat and then some contain all of his steel erection. My teeth mean nothing as I vaguely think through the pain induced haze I once again enter that he dulled my teeth.

His member starts to pulsate and jump within my throat. I can feel the webbing of veins on his member growing and moving wildly now. The tip of his draconically flared head pushes against the bottom of my throat in sickening thuds. His wings push and pull the air frantically around the space we occupy. He bites my upright tail in a lustful craze. The pain overwhelms me as I begin to black out, my vision blurring as I try to fight the eventful oncoming gush of his seed.

Within three minutes, he cannot take it anymore. With a rip of flesh and a strangled roar of unrelenting pain, he explosively orgasms. He tears a chunk of flesh out of my gold/silver and purple hide, drawing turrets of blood from the base of my tail to spill down onto his clenched face. His massive roar shatters my ears, rending me temporarily deaf. His member grows immensely hard within a few seconds as well as his already huge knot. Scalding hot semen gushes out of his members dramatically flared head in great blobs as it rushes down my throat and into my stomach as his member jumps and pulses madly. The force of the ejection is enough to make me gag uncontrollably. My eyes stay wide open as his semen breaks past my stomach to start to force it to expand. I groan weakly in the indefinite wall of growing pain and slight pleasure as a massive, unintended orgasm rocks my body seconds later. From all the teasing earlier, Kerberos had left my vent slick and needy with desire.

All that pleasuring now erupts in one massive wave of sheer bliss. An unending river of fluid rushes out of my vastly pink and overly swollen sex and clitoris. Lightning fast spasms take over my movements as I weakly wiggle under my confinement; constrained by numerous amounts of chains and the crushing weight of Kerberos upon my back, squeezing the breath out of me as his hips buck and roll in pleasure. My vent continues to gush massive amounts of orgasmic fluids as my brain is overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure of this experience.

The seemingly endless sea of cum never stops, my stomach ballooning out to make it look like I am two years overdue with more than sixteen medium sized eggs. The relentless stream of cum finally slows down after five minutes of endless pulsing. Kerberos's erection quickly softens as his flared head pops free out of the opening of my stomach as he suddenly drops his full weight down on me, exhausted, breaking a few ribs and puncturing some of my less vital organs. I roar as much I as can in the ocean of pain. My own orgasm dies down slowly, making my eyes very droopy out of pain, pleasure and my own pure exhaustion. My chest rattles dangerously with the strain of my breathing. My hind legs become jello, barely able to hold me up. Thankfully, the chains still holding my mortally wounded tail support my weight, if not just barely. The pain in my tail screams relentlessly in my head. His teeth had scraped bone, leaving a very painful and open wound continuously oozing blood.

Kerberos's gigantic member finally softens up enough to retreat back into his vaginal slit. My throat and mouth immediately clamp shut out of exhaustion and cramping. I whimper weakly in pain as the scales and very sensitive tissue where both upper and lower halves of my jaw meet continue to bleed unattended. Rolling waves of intense nausea rack my head as I feel every intense urge to revolt against the unwelcome intruder in my stomach. My front legs shake violently against bloody coated steel chains as vomit slowly and murderously travel up my very sore and abused throat. White seamen tinted with the last vestiges of whatever meal I last had before I was dragged out into this torture room seep out of my tired and bleeding jaws and onto my chest and the block of stone beneath me, staining it whitish brown.

Ultimately giving in to the inevitable fate that has befallen me, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I slowly lay my head as best I can onto the messy concrete cinder-block that is holding up most of my weight. The darkness surrounds me as my vision darkens and threatens to go black. Before I leave the realm of consciousness, I feel a great weight removing itself from atop my body.

"Urgh! Oooohhh! That was the best orgasm I have had in the past millennium. Hmmmmmm, my little dragoness survived the onslaught of my seed? Well, maybe your useless mate isn't so pathetic as I had thought him to be now?" The voice of Kerberos says tiredly as he extricates himself off of me.

"I should let you rest and.... Probably heal that wound before it gets infected. You didn't think you could die on us now huh?" He says questioningly. I can feel his hot arid breath as he lowers himself to speak to my face.

"Just wait until tomorrow my little dragoness." He says with a maniacal chuckle. His breath washing over me like a tidal wave of acid.

"Your other end is in for it tomorrow. Breath your last breath of freedom my love, because starting now, you are now one of use!!!" He says victoriously. I cringe as he uses the word love, but any forms of a growl escape me as to what he says next.

"My seed will not only turn you evil, but over the course of the coming months...no...years! You will be filled with my demonic eggs and the Darkness's as well!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" He continues to laugh manically as the sound fades into the distance. My will to hold on fades much more quickly now. I accept the path of my fate and fade into oblivion, giving up my last breath to say a silent "I am sorry" to my beloved mate before I pass out into another coma..........