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Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to me. However, there are some aspects in this that are based off of other works, including "The Legend of a Warrior" which is the creation of the artist and author known as Killer Tiger, to whom this is a homage to and I regard as a much better writer. Thus, you'll see some similarities between the two series for example.

Drake, with Hell's Bane and his auto shotgun hanging off his shoulders by their straps, the chief's now-nearly empty bottle of whisky in his left hand, Renee's unconscious body laying by his right side, his bandolier hanging off his chest, Ragnarok and his other sword in their sheaths on the back of his coat, the tape of his unintentional snuff movie in his coat, and his clothes and face still stained with the blood and cum of his victims, stood outside of the police station. He stood in between the now-smoldering ruins of the S.W.A.T. Squad's van and the corpses of Kurtis' last two men whom Drake had knifed in the heads, along with the bloody, disemboweled corpse of Kurtis himself laying nearby. The monstrous dragon was waiting for Maria to pick him up in the Shaker after slaying his two targets along with everybody else in the capital's police station, and had acquired a female "criminal" to use for his next assassination.

Nobody else was outside their flats, homes, or workplaces at this time, as they were gripped with fear and were too scared to come out. Sometime after hearing the initial crash from a large vehicle at the police station, they had seen the S.W.A.T. come and park their vehicles, along with setting up snipers and having a helicopter fly over the building. Sometime after seeing three five-man S.W.A.T. teams enter the building, they then seen and heard the entire battle between Drake, the helicopter, the snipers, and the S.W.A.T. captain and his three surrounding men, including the knife fight between Drake and the S.W.A.T. captain himself. After Drake went back into the police station, nobody dared to come out. They were too scared, as Drake had just wiped out the capital's entire police force, and now with nobody to protect them, were gripped with the fear that Hellblazer would come out, see them and kill them on sight, or even worse break into their homes and kill them from within. Their fears were partially confirmed when they saw the draconic mercenary come out, but with what could be a victim in hand. Fortunately for them, the mass murderer just stood there, having no interest in them at all. He was simply standing there, waiting for something. That is when they started to hear the sound of a large vehicle come closer to the police station.

Drake, hearing the sound of the Shaker coming up, took one last swig of the chief's bottle, emptying the rest of its strong alcoholic contents into his huge mouth. Swallowing it all in one gulp, he tossed away the bottle from the side and onto the asphalt near Kurtis' disemboweled corpse, where it shattered into many shards of sharp, broken glass. All of these bits flew in many directions, threatening to tear into the flesh of anybody close by. Some of these alcohol-laced bits flew into Kurtis' face and arms, embedding themselves into his already-cold flesh and drawing out fresh, but cold blood. Drake noticed this, but simply shrugged his shoulders, not caring about the corpse. Kurtis was dead already, so the corpse wouldn't be able to feel a thing.

The draconic mercenary then saw the Shaker come in view, driving towards him from the streets. It started to slow down as it came near him, driving right over the two corpses of the tigers Drake killed before raking on Kurtis. He heard their bones brutally snap from the sheer weight of the vehicle's tires going over them, crushing their organs into nothing but a bloody mush, and leaving a gory trail as it left them. It eventually came to a stop a few meters in front of Drake. The top door opened, and soon Maria popped her head out, wearing her pair of white bikinis. She glanced down at Drake, having seen him stained in the blood of his victims and his seed, along with looking at the ruins of the van, the still-burning helicopter at the side of the building and the vehicles it crashed into, and could see through the van's ruins the smoldering ruins of the car Drake threw at Kurtis and the car it landed onto top of. "I see that you've succeeded in your assassination, master. I see that you've killed everybody here, including Clyde..." She glanced over to Kurtis' body, seeing what horrible damage Drake had wrought upon him along with glass embedded in him, "and Kurtis, raped at least one person, and wrecked havoc on the station itself."

"I also acquired my female criminal for my next assassination, bitch." Drake said, pointing to the unconscious body of Renee laying besides him, whose right arm was still dislocated at the elbow.

Maria looked down at the giant ligress, whose tanktop and face still had blood on it, and her expression changed to that of surprise and recognition. "Your 'criminal' is Colonel Renee Howlitzer of the Hellcats!? What is she doing here?" She knew Renee through her military ties. She knew that the ligress was a proud, fierce warrior who is not corrupt like her former mate was despite being part of a biker gang. She actually respects the older female in secret for this along with her willingness to keep her virginity, being a great soldier, and her sibling-like relationship to Jerry, whom she also secretly respects due to him also not being corrupt, also a great soldier, and being nice to her despite her having a scumbag of a mate. She wonders how did Renee become labeled as a criminal, and if General Raikov, whom she also respects due to not being corrupt, knows anything about this.

Drake had a good feeling that Maria knew Renee through her relationship with Maximus, so he was not going to ask anything about that. "She was brought in her by her fellow gang members for killing Jerry during a violent dispute, my bitch." He then saw her gasp, surprised at the meaning of his words. He continued, "However, I think something doesn't sit right considering what I read about her, Jerry, and the gang, and I have a feeling that the new leader, Vin Hesser, has something to do with it. I don't think Renee would murder her co-leader in a dispute."

"I don't think so either. She is very close to Jerry and would never hurt him, let alone kill him in a dispute. He also wouldn't hurt her either, even when drunk..." The black tigress glared at Renee's arm, seeing how injured it was. She grimaced at how painful it looked. "Did you break her arm, master, or did the Hellcats do it instead?" She asked because she knew that Renee was very strong, more than strong enough to take on most powerful males including kings, and wondered how she got the painful injury.

Drake shook his head. "I did it. She tried to kill me when I got her at the jail, bitch, so I had to choke her to unconscious. She put up quite a fight too, causing me some damage. I also didn't break her arm. I just dislocated it..." He then leaned down, grabbed Renee's right arm, and popped her elbow right back into its joint, causing her arm to painfully pop. This caused Renee to tense up, grimace and cry out in pain, and then relax, her body falling back into its unconscious state.

Maria had heard the popping sound, along with seeing Renee's reaction, and grimaced. "Well what are you going to do with her after we get to Willie, master? Are you going to let Willie kill her, have yourself rape her and/or kill her after doing in Willie, or what?"

Drake looked up at her, taking his eyes off Renee. "I've been thinking about that, my bitch. I think that since Renee is a respectable warrior and not a scumbag, I'd let her live. She told me that she had something to take care of, and I would like to find what she has in mind. Now open the back door for me. I'm coming in..." He then reached down, picked up Renee off the asphalt in his right arm, and carried her on his right shoulder. After Maria went back down, the powerful giant then went around to the back of the vehicle, which opened up for him. He then went in, going past his chopper, the Hellfire Cannons, and the box of grenades as the door closed behind him. He then set Renee down onto the floor, and took of both Hell's Bane and the auto shotgun off his shoulders and put them in their places on the wall of guns. He also took both his swords off his back and put them up in the wall of blades. He then took the bandolier off his chest and placed it in the box of grenades nearby. He then sat down and told Maria to drive away from the police station, as it was 11:54 P.M., and they need to get to their next location by 12:30 A.M., as Willie was going to arrive at 1:00 A.M. Maria did as her master told her to do without question. The vehicle backed away, again, running over the two, already-squished corpses of the two S.W.A.T. squad members, turned around and drove away...

When Renee came to, she found that herself standing up, with her legs shackled and chained to the wall and her arms held over her head, also shackled up and chained onto a hook hanging above her. Coughing a bit from her neck being sore due to the chokehold, she noticed that she was in a torture chamber of sorts, with a few metal tables full of torture instruments and a camera at the other end, deep inside a warehouse within the city. She presumed that Hellblazer didn't kill her with the blood choke he applied on her and placed her here to be tortured to death by him. She had also noticed that her arm was no longer dislocated at the elbow, but was still sore. She wondered if Drake, whom she presumed was the one who put her here, had snapped it back in its place while she was unconscious. She really didn't give a shit why, but she did give a shit when it comes to escaping. "So Hellblazer thinks he can restrain me with these..." She thought to herself. She had easily broke out of restraints like these in the past using her strength, even with an injured arm. "Well I'll show that scaly bastard. I'll..." She didn't finish her thought, because as soon as she moved forward in an attempt to break the chains, the shackles suddenly snapped open, having not been closed or secured all the way on purpose. She stopped herself moving forward a few steps, holding her now-free arms in front of her. She was puzzled as to why Drake would restrain her in such a poor fashion. She then heard movement coming from the door behind her, which was in a small hallway in the upper left corner of the room. Hearing the knob turn, she quickly grabbed the nearest thing on the table closest to her, a lead pipe that looked it was stained with the blood of several past victims. She then pressed her back right against the wall next to the doorway just as the door began to open. She held the pipe in her hand as if it's a quarterstaff, ready to fuck up anybody who'll come out of that doorway, especially if its Drake.

When the shape of the person came into view, she saw it was Drake. It seemed that he had done some more murdering, as his shirt, pants, and coat recently had the fresh blood of recent victims spilled onto those areas, adding onto the blood of the victims at the police station. She immediately brought the front end of the pipe forward at an extremely fast speed, intending to punch it his throat and kill him. Unfortunately, the mercenary assassin was looking in her direction right when he came through the doorway, and quickly tilted his head back to avoid the lightning quick stab, which would've pierced right through the throat of near;y any man if it had hit them. Drake also knew that even if it didn't pierce his extremly tough skin, it sure would've crushed his throat. Right when the pipe struck into the wall behind him, punching a hole in it, he quickly grabbed her by the throat with his left hand using lightning quick speed and lifted her head past his large, powerful shoulders and had her head level with his, and smashed her back against the wall in one smooth movement while grabbing the pipe with his right hand. Crying out from the impact, hanging in the air off her feet, and choking from his harder-than-a-vice grip on her throat, she then tried pulling the pipe out with both hands, her grip on the pipe crushing the metal around her hands, but his grip on the pipe, which also crushed the metal around his hand, prevented her from yanking the lead pipe out of the wall. She also simultaneously tried kicking at his powerful chest and hard abdominals with her powerful legs, but her lightning-quick blows, which would've shattered the bones and caved in the chest of most males, hardly did anything to him except cause some pain which he simply took. The guy was much, much more than a tank, as they would say.

The murderer of Wakusa just stared at her as she struggled to fight him off, yanking the lead pipe out of the wall and out of her hands and then threw it the the ground away from them. "I didn't bring you here to kill or torture you, colonel. I'm just using you to get to a target while achieving the criteria for the job. If you cooperate with me, you won't get hurt like you did in our last scuffle." Before the young ligeress could attempt to retort back or raise her legs up higher so she could try to kick him in the neck and/or face, he moved his left hand downwards, setting her feet lightly onto the ground. He then let go of her neck, slowly setting it down from her.

The ligeress held her hand to her throat as soon he let go, coughing and gasping for air. She looked up at him and went into a fighting stance, intending to fight, with fear running down her spine again, but she stopped when she saw no look of malice or fury in the expression of his face nor his fiery, ruby-eyes. He rather instead had a look of respect in his face, showing that he really doesn't intend to harm her. He also looked much more beautiful than terrifying at this point too, and the blood on him actually added onto his handsomeness rather than detract from it. She also was not in the best of shape to fight him, considering that her right arm was still sore from its recent dislocation. She put her guard down, looking at him. "What are you going to do with me after you kill this target, Hellblazer? Are you going to capture me and make me your bitch like you did with captured females on the battlefield when you were with the Hellions, or are you going to give me a painless death?"

"Neither. I instead intend to help you with whatever you intended to do when we met at the police station." He then saw her open her mouth slightly in surprise. "You see, although I am a mercenary assassin and a sadistic monster, I respect fellow soldiers and honorable warriors of exceptional skill, even if they're fucktards and/or are against me. I see you as such a warrior, having been able to last against me as much you have all the while trying to kill me while I was simply incapacitating you without causing too much injury. If I really wanted to be a sadistic jerk, I would've kept that arm of yours dislocated just so you could suffer the pain from popping it back in when you're awake, but I didn't. It's simply out of respect."

She was at first convinced, but then thought of something. "Wait, why are you going to help me if you think I'm a criminal? Ain't I a scumbag to you like I would be to a stranger?"

"I don't think you're a scumbag, Renee," he retorted. She was surprised that he knew her name, "I've read about you in your profile at the police station, so I know all about you along with Jerry, the Hellcats, and why you were in jail in the first place. However, something didn't sit right with me when I read the reason. You may be the type to defend yourself from rapists and muggers using violence, but not the type to kill a close friend during an argument, even a violent one when the friend is drunk. Also judging from his description, Jerry didn't seem the type to be violent against you. This leads me to believe that the Hellcats must've said some bullshit to the police. I'd rather find out your side of the story along with why you stayed in your cell instead of trying to break out."

She let out a sigh, stepping towards the table and looked him in the eyes. "Are you just playing with me, Hellblazer?"

"If I was just playing with you, I would've kept those shackles tightened around your legs and wrists instead of loose. I was planning on using you to break out of the loose shackles in order to surprise an assassination target named Willie Darbernack."

"Willie Darbernack? I have no idea who he is." The name did not sound familiar to Renee at all. Although many of the people Drake had met and/or killed were connected one way or another, they were not all acquaintances with each other.

Drake, seeing that she had no clue who Willie was, described Willie to her. "He's a counterfeiter and snuff film maker who likes to torture female criminals to death and then rape the corpses to his satisfaction. Since the women he kills and rapes are criminals, the police can't arrest him and he gets off scot free due to how Tigris deals with criminals. I'm supposed to kill him while he's making a snuff film so I could turn it in as evidence for my client."

She let out a look of disgust, but not towards the mercenary assassin, but towards his description of the target. A snuff film maker who specializes in sadism and necrophilia, and gets away with it due to a loophole in Tigris' laws? That is a rather more acceptable target than the police force, which she didn't give a shit about in the first place due to the abuse and corruption Mike placed on it during his reign. She also hated the power the police force took away from the military that both Jerry and Raikov spoke to her about, which emperor Kiaru did not restore after killing Mike. She glanced at the black dragon. "You really want to know the truth about what happened?" She saw him nod. "Okay, here it is. The story the Hellcats said to the police was absolutely false. Jerry was not drunk although he had been drinking, there was never was a dispute, and that it wasn't just me, Jerry, and the Hellcats involved."

This caught Drake's attention. "You mean that there was another party involved?"

"Yes," She continued, " and that other party was General David Raikov, who's been the second-in-command over Drewen under King Fabian, under King Mike, and then Emperor Kiaru. He was a good friend of ours and shared our ideals, supporting us in the wars we fought in and was a true soldier among men. He has never fell in to corruption even under Mike's reign and would adhere to strength and honor rather than vice and crime. He also looks over the palace and the nation in place of the king when he's away."

"He sounds like a good man," Drake replied. "He sounds like a soldier who is worthy of serving Krostavia before its fall after the battle of Tesa."

She continued describing the events, "The three of us had decided to meet outside the royal palace in a private bar just to have a drink together. However, it turns out that the other members of the Hellcats decided to stage a coup. Without warning, they suddenly jumped us in the private bar, us zapping all three of us in the back of our necks with electric prods, and when we landed on the floor, they continued to zap our backs repeatedly without mercy. We all tried to fight back and get up, but the electric assault was just too much for us. All of us stunned and in terrible pain, they picked us up off the ground and zapped us once again just to add insult to injury. As they held us up, the leader of the coup revealed himself, who also revealed his motives behind the coup. He was none other than Vin Hesser. He, like the other members of the Hellcats, was a thug who wanted to have a life of crime and enjoyed the crimes Mike Drozen let them get away with while me and Jerry were away fighting wars during his reign. He was also a coward at heart who likes to bully those that are weaker than him. However, he was stronger and more brutal than the other Hellcats, with the one exception of me, and used this to act as leader without mine nor Jerry's knowledge when both pf us were fighting wars. He and the other members were also tired of the crime-free ways that me and Jerry tried to lead them in, and wanted a more vicious lifestyle."

Drake leaned his arm down on the table, having listened about Vin. "He sure sounds like a thug to me. I recognized him from a tape I looked at the chief's office, via him wearing Jerry's bullet necklace around his neck. He surely looked stronger than the other tigers, with the exception of you."

"Of course." She then continued with her story, "When Kiaru took over, Vin had decided to take over the gang for real and turn it into an outlaw gang in order to live the life of crime he and his other members always wanted to live and defy the Emperor's decree that the nation would be done away with vice and crime. In order to do this, Vin decided to stage the coup when me and Jerry visited Raikov, and then kill all three of us in order to make it look like less than a coup and more like an assassination, while simultaneously getting back at Kiaru through the loss of his general. However, after revealing to us his plans, Vin, rather than going along with the initial plan of just killing all three of us, decided to frame me for Jerry's death and have the police deal with me rather than outright kill me, and then kill Raikov in a mock assassination. In order to do this, he took a cloth in his hand and grabbed my pistol out of its holster. He then had his thugs force me and Jerry to face each other, and then pushed my pistol into the back of Jerry's head. I could've done nothing to save him due to the effects the electric prods did to my body, and simply watched as Vin pulled the trigger and unloaded the round into the back of Jerry's skull." Her voice then started to sound sorrowful as she recalled the image and sensation of the scenario. "I saw the front of Jerry's skull explode as the bullet exited his skull and went into the dashboard of the bar. I felt his blood and brain matter splatter on my face, feeling its warmth and stickiness trickle down my snout, my chin, and onto my shirt. After the blood and gore splattered on my face, I saw him hanging lifelessly off the arms of Vin's thugs, having been instantly killed by the bullet." Drake could then see the proud ligeress try real hard to hold back tears in her eyes, preventing them from coming out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. "I was devastated by his death. Despite the fact that we were not lovers, he was like a brother to me and the one man I had truly loved. During our years together, we watched each other's backs during all our battles, had good times outside of the wars we fought, and even argued like siblings would've on a couple of occasions, and I had to watch all that go away in an instant." She then turned around, sniffling up her nose as she still fought back the tears. "I'll never forget the image of Jerry's death in my mind, Drake. He was like the only family I ever had and now he's gone!"

The giantess felt Drake place his hands on her arms behind her and placed her against his abdominals, knowing full well what she went through. She was surprised that the monstrous dragon, a known sadist and mass murderer, was trying to comfort her through her sorrow. Although he was covered in blood which got on the back of her shirt, she didn't mind as she needed the comfort. "I myself once had a family-like figure. He was none other than Malcolm Gorton, the leader and founder of the Hellions. He was the only father figure I had in long, long time, and I lost him to a traitor just like you, and his death is what spurred me to destroy Wakusa 55 years ago. Trust me, Renee, I know what you're going through, and would like to help you get back at Vin. It's just that I need to know the rest of the story to fully understand it."

Renee turned around to face him, her bullet earring swaying in the air. She still held back the tears and had a proud face, but he could still see that was deeply upset. She held in a deep breath and then breathed out, getting herself to relax a bit. "What happened after Jerry's death is that I saw Vin grab the bullet necklace around Jerry's neck and wring it off, breaking the metal-ball chain. He then reattached the chain and put it around his own neck, declaring himself the new leader of the Hellcats. He then gave out his first order, which to drop Jerry onto the floor. They had forced to me to watch his corpse crumple to a heap on the floor facedown, with a pool of blood growing around the head. Vin then gave out his second order, which was to take me to the police station and turn me in as the murderer of Jerry, and kill Raikov as soon as he returns. Vin then gave out a third order by saying that as soon as the general is dead, the Hellcats will return to their usual hangout, which is a bar in Dallas, to celebrate. They then forced me out of the bar and left the general, who had also witnessed Jerry's death firsthand, with a few guards who were ready to kill him upon their return. I was too shocked by Jerry's death to do anything. I was so saddened and struck with despair I couldn't even struggle if I wanted to. After the police took me in, I just sat there, staring into space and thinking about what happened. That's when rage started to fill within me..." Her voice started to grow with anger, "I wanted to tear Vin into pieces, rip open his guts and feel his blood splatter on me like Jerry's did. I want to see him die by my own hand and watch the expression on his face when I do him in. He deserves to die for his treacherous ways. I'm going to wreck my vengeance upon the Hellcats for killing both Jerry and Raikov, and if you're going to help me, Hellblazer, you'd better let me be the one to kill Vin. I feel that only I should be the one to kill him for what he had done!"

The powerful giant shared her view on the matter. He himself wrecked bloody vengeance upon his betrayer, Draven Grunue, and his allies, Steve and Drew Youji, in Wakusa's eastern capital, Wakouski, along with Greg Nitom in the nation's western capital, Youji. "I agree with you completely, Renee. I do feel that you should be the one to kill that bastard. I hate dishonor and cowardice and feel that they are signs of a weak-hearted fool."

Renee was glad she heard that from him. This supports her notion that despite his terrible reputation, he is a great warrior at heart. "I'm happy to hear that you're supporting me on this, Hellblazer, but something had struck my curiosity. Why did you attack the police station? Were you on just a killing spree just to acquire a female criminal for this assassination? If you were, then I'd find that what you just did would be a little too much just to get one person."

Renee was so right on that one. Although Drake had killed a bunch more people for less, the idea of killing an entire police station just to get one criminal for an unrelated assassination was a bit too much, especially when he already had a criminal in hand such as Maria or he could've tracked one down and capture her rather than assault a police station. "It was not just to get you, Renee. I had two main targets to kill. They were the chief of police, Danial Clyde, and the captain of the S.W.A.T. team, Kurtis Striker. I was hired to kill them."

She wasn't too surprised to hear this. "Good. I never liked Clyde in the first place, what with how he and the police were simply puppets for Mike Drozen to manipulate for his vice-ridden ways. Although Kurtis was a good soldier, he and that bitch Leela supported Clyde and were police as well. All of them deserved what was coming to them. How did you do them in? Did you brutalize them or did you just give them a quick, clean kill?"

"You think that I, the infamous murderer of Wakusa, would give them a quick kill?" The draconic mercenary then gave a half-smirk to the giantess. "With Striker, I brutally gutted him after an honorable dual with knives. That guy was a warrior, so I decided to give him a dual to the death rather than take him out with a gun. As for the chief of police, I brutally raped him to death after I raped Leela and a young rookie to death in front of him. I even unintentionally got that on tape, making a snuff film by accident."

She wasn't shocked or anything, because this sounded pretty typical of Hellblazer from the legends she heard of him. This also didn't bother because she believed that is what his victims deserved. "I think you did them in good, but I now find it ironic that you're going after a snuff film maker right after you've made a snuff movie yourself, even if unintentionally. You really are something, Hellblazer." She saw him gave out a dark laugh, indicating that the monstrous dragon acknowledges this. She then glanced down at the fresh blood stained on his clothes. "So who does that blood belong to, Drake? Did it belong to anybody else within the police station, somebody that you had missed and found after choking me unconscious?"

"It belongs to Willie's associates that were going to make the snuff film with him. Their company is called Crimisnuff." Drake replied. The snuff film makers he killed had numbered in about a dozen. At 12:19 A.M. he had broke into the warehouse by forcing open the giant sliding doors at the entrance, entered the building and slew them all using knives, many of which he licked the blood off of, and his bare hands. "I had to kill them in order to set Willie up for the assassination. When he arrives, an associate of mine would direct him to this room, and then that's when the assassination will begin."

Renee was surprised that Drake mentioned that he had an associate. "You're not working alone?"

"You're correct, Renee." Drake replied, "You'll be surprised to know that the person I'm working with is one who you know very well. She is Maria Striker."

This came as a shock to Renee. She had heard about the murder of Maximus Striker and his guards a few days ago when she was in Dallas, and knew about Maria Striker being missing. This revelation could only mean one thing to her. "So you were the one who murdered Colonol Striker and why Maria went missing! That arms-dealing bastard deserved what came to him for being one of Mike's cohorts!"

"Of course he did, and Maria herself was the one that hired me to assassinate him." He then heard Renee gasp, surprised that Maria ordered the murder of her own mate. It wasn't the fact that Maria wanted Maximus to die was what surprised her, since he was a bastard. It was instead the fact that Maria had the knowledge to contact an assassin like Drake to do the murdering for her. She heard Drake continue on, "However, she gave me some crappy criteria for the assassination, so I decided to capture her as a criminal. Of course I couldn't use her for assassinating Willie Darbernack because she wasn't convicted by the police before her capture, thus why I searched for a female criminal in the police station's jail after killing the chief of police and Kurtis. You were the only female criminal I could find in the jail, so you were my only choice in the matter. Maria is currently watching us now as we are this very room."

Renee then glanced around the room and found another camera in the corner of the wall, viewing everything that had been going on. In a camera room somewhere inside the warehouse, Maria was viewing Drake and Renee converse through one of various monitors. She was also surrounded by about a dozen corpses of tigers, all of them slashed open or stabbed by Drake's various knives, were killed by his bare hands, or even had their own broadswords used against them. They were all armed with sidearms besides their swords, but they decided to go for their blades instead of their guns, thinking they could win through their numbers not to mention that he was armed with knives. To him, killing with blades, whether it would be knives, swords, axes, or even his own claws, was one of his favorite pastimes, and they did not stand a chance against him. Even if they had used their sidearms, it really wouldn't of mattered since Drake was also armed with sidearms of his own. Also among the corpses was a female criminal, a vicious lynx who was known for leading a street gang of thugs that died in a gangwar, but was captured and restrained by the snuff film makers. On Drake's orders, Maria had strangled her to death with a cloth while Drake took care of the snuff film makers, due to the fact that there was no time for him to rape her and had to set up things for Willie Darbernack before he appeared.

Maria had heard the whole story that Renee had told Drake about what happened with the Hellcats. She was now pissed off that both Jerry and David, both of whom she liked and respected despite having had Maximus for a mate, were killed off by Vin and his gang of thugs. To her, they were both good soldiers, much better than Maximus, and she wished Mike had assigned her as either of their mates rather than his cohort Striker. She also liked the fact that her master was going to help Renee fulfill her revenge on the Hellcats for their treacherous ways. She was going to enjoy seeing them die.

Renee glanced away from the camera and looked at Drake. "So Hellblazer, is Maria now your personal bitch and slave, one that would follow your every order like a subject would to his/her king or landser?" Although Maria did respect Renee, the ligeress was unaware of this due to Maria having kept it a secret from Maximus. She didn't think of her as a haughty bitch or anything, but having to put up with an asshole like Striker was bound to effect her one way or another. The fact that the colonel was dead due to her is proof of this.

The draconic mercenary began to answer Renee's question. "Yes. Maria is my personal bitch and, as you'd put it, my slave and subject as well. Her life is solely in my hands, and she'll do whatever I tell her to do. However, I don't treat her as harshly as Maximus would've, and I take care of her nicely. I feel that she deserves to be treated nicely and not just as a piece of meat. Sure, I call her bitch and fuck her whenever and however I want to, but at least she's not getting beaten over nor force-fed drugs like Maximus did. That guy was an asshole."

Renee nodded in agreement. Before she could say anything, she heard Maria's voice ring over the room through a speaker. Drake and Renee looked over to the camera as they heard her voice. "Master, the target has arrived at the premises of the warehouse. You two better get ready for the assassination right now!"

Drake then glanced down at Renee. "So are you going to help me assassinate this sick bastard, Renee?"

The ligeress glanced up at him. "I will, Hellblazer, as long you help me take down Vin as well."

Drake smirked. "I will. You can count on that." He then pointed to the shackles, "We need to get these on you if we're going to convince Willie that you're shackled and he's safe from you."

She then had an evil smile on her face as an idea ran her head. "Wait, when we put them on me, don't make them loose. I got an idea..."

It was 1:00 A.M. and Willie Darbernack, with his short, stocky, nearly 10-foot frame and the s-shaped scar on his forehead and the large, brown, squib-like birthmark on his left cheek, was walking towards the premises of the warehouse, walking past an overpass that had something huge, long, and wide hidden in the base of its shadow. He was no longer wearing the suit he had on for Darryl's illegal sex party before but was instead wearing a pair of blue jeans, white socks, a pair of brown tennis shoes, and a dark green t-shirt. His arms, now more revealed, were not muscular but were instead was average with some fat on them, making them look a little flabby. The rest of his body was like this. He was also wearing the exact same brown watch on his arm too.

The tiger, who had listened well to the words of Drake disguised as a giant liger hitman dressed as a gimp at the sex party, had not left the city thinking he was being watched by the liger's agents. A few hours later, he had remembered that he had an appointment with some snuff film makers, who promised him a cat to torture and rape. Since he did not receive any sexual satisfaction from the drug dealer's sex party, he reasoned that he could still go to the appointment and get off to it. He knew that the liger's agents were following him, but what the Hell were they going to do about this? He wasn't violating the liger's terms at all and he certainly wasn't going to tell anybody about the assassination, so he might as well go to this.

Walking onto the premises, the tiger went towards at the entrance of the warehouse, stopping at a set of giant sliding doors which had a camera overhead. He looked at the camera. "It's me, Willie. You can let me in." He spoke loud to the camera so that the people on the other side of the camera can hear him. He then stood and waited. A moment or two had passed, and then suddenly the metallic door several feet away opened up, leading to a series of hallways rather than the large, spacious storage area of the warehouse itself. Shrugging his shoulders, he went away from the giant sliding doors and entered the now-open doorway of the metallic door, seeing that this was one of the usual ways the snuff film producers had let him in.

When the metallic door slid down behind him, he simply kept walking until he heard a familiar feminine voice over the speakers. "Hi Willie, I'll direct you over to the room you need to go to."

He stopped when he heard that voice. That voice sounded exactly like that of Maria Striker. It can't be, however, since she went missing from Drewen a few days after he provided her with that counterfeit money for unknown purposes. He then spoke up to a camera that was above him, figuring that the voice belonged to new staff rather than the black tigress. "No thanks. I already know my way to the room."

He then heard the voice reply "okay." The orange tiger simply walked his way around the complex, going through a series of corridors full of machines, pipes, brick walls, fans, and other trivial things. He then found himself at the lower left corner of a large "Z" shaped hallway. The lower right end of the room across from him led to the room where the "victim" is always put into. The upper left end lead to the camera room while the upper right end simply led to a restroom. Willie simply entered the room. Maria saw him enter through the door in the upper left corner of the room. Drake was right behind her, also viewing the monitor. He saw that Renee was shackled up to the wall, but this time with the shackles tightened. Seeing Willie close the door behind him, Drake left the room and headed towards the room itself, stopping right at the closed door...

After Willie closed the door behind him and went through the small hallway, he looked to his left and saw Renee shackled up. His jaw dropped down in surprise. He didn't know that the feline criminal the snuff film makers provided him was going to be a giant ligeress with some military clothes on. This one was even bigger than the nearly 16 foot ligress at the sex party, and was ripped all over. She was very imposing to look at even when shackled, but he would not let that bother him. If the snuff film makers could restrain her with those, then he'll trust them on their part. Seeing the camera on the table farthest from the room, he went over to it and turned it on, setting it to record.

He then leaned right in front of the camera, letting his face cover the whole view, and then spoke in one of the sleaziest and slimiest voices ever heard, also speaking loud enough for the camera viewing the room to get the words. "Hi Crimisnuffers, this is Willie Darbernack here and I am with my latest victim." He leaned his left shoulder back to reveal the giant ligeress behind him, also looking back towards her and pointing at her as well. "She's a gorgeous beauty, ain't she?" He then looked back at the camera and put his arm down, covering the camera's view with his face again. "Of course, this criminal looks big enough to tear me apart, but that's what the restraints are for. She can't get to me if she can't get out of them." He then let out a sleazy laugh for a second, opening his mouth wide open. Whenever he does his snuff films, he goes into a sleazier persona, acting as if the thing was just generic porn rather than amatuer snuff. "Now let's get acquainted with this military cunt before I torture her to death and rape her corpse." He then stood up, turned his back from the camera, and walked around the tables, going towards the giantess.

The tiger went past the last table, stopping a few feet in front of her body. He looked up and down her body, admiring her amazonian muscles, her sexy curves, and her firm tits. He spoke to her in a degrading way, confident that the shackles will hold her. "Hi, cunt. I see that you've been in the military. So what happened, did a fellow soldier try to get hanky panky with you but you wound up punching his lights out and killing him instead of knocking him out, hmm?"

Renee, although going with her plan wasn't going to play along with this sleazebag, not answering his question, but instead giving out an angry retort. "Fuck you, corpsefucker! When I get my hands on you and your associates..."

Willie cut her off. "You'll do what, cunt? You're restrained! You can't do shit!" He then threw a hard right into her gut, making a solid impact against her hard abdominals. She didn't really feel a thing but a tap against his average, flabby arm, so she feigned pain in order to deceive him. Who really felt the pain was himself. He really never punched into something so... hard. It felt like punching into a brick wall. He then turned towards the camera, feigning a laugh as he shook his hand from the pain. He then threw a hard right kick into her side, but her body still withstood without hardly feeling anything, and she again feigned pain. Now his foot was aching with pain. Not letting the pain get to him, he started throwing several punches and kicks into her abs like a punching bag. She kept feigning, surprised at how pathetic this weakling's blows were. He stopped as his hand and feets ached with crushing pain. "Damn cunt, your hard body is really something, being able to hurt my hands and feet like that..." he then grabbed for a lead pipe on a nearby table, and faced her. "Now let's see how this metal do you..."

Renee now felt it was time to set her plan in motion before he could do some real damage to her. When Willie took a few steps towards her, she flexed her muscles a bit and to Willie's surprise, she broke the chain holding her arm's shackles. A pieces of metal from the broken chain flew and barely missed Willie's head. Willie, no longer confident and overcome with fear, had the pipe trembling in his hands and spoke in his real voice. "W...wait, this is not supposed to happen!" He then tried swinging the pipe at her, but she easily caught it with her hands, which were still restrained by the shackles. She yanked it out of his hands and threw it on the ground. She then stepped forward, getting slowed down by the chain attaching her leg's shackles to the wall. She leaned forward with a step and snapped the chain off the wall. Willie, now too scared and not armed with anything, ran from the nearly 16 foot ligeress before he could see her move her legs apart from each other, snapping the chain that held her leg's shackles together.

Running into the short hallway in the left corner of the room, he sped towards the door and opened it. He tried to run without looking, but then smacked into something huge, strong, and hard. Shaking his head from the impact, he looked down to see huge, black, scaly feet with wicked looking claws. He then started looking upwards, going past huge, Herculean legs covered in black military pants stained with blood, to a huge bulge that looked like it was too tight against the crotch. His eyes then moved up rock-hard abdominals and powerful pectorals covered in a black, blood-stained muscle shirt that had a black trench coat over it along with bloody dog tags hanging on the chest, and finally to mountainous shoulders which sat on top of a huge, muscular neck the face of a huge, terrifying black dragon wearing a black bandana on his head.

The dragon looked down at Willie, who was scared at the towering behemoth before him. "Hello there, fucker. I see that you're not enjoying the gift that your associates, or should I say I, gave you."

Willie started to slowly back away. Not only was this monstrous dragon terrifying to look at, despite being somewhat handsome as well except for the blood covering him, he reminded him of the liger hitman at the sex party. He had the exact same voice and the exact same eyes, except he was a dragon, had no bone spikes, and was nearly 19 feet tall instead of nearly 14 and a half. Before he could turn around, he saw a metal chain go over his head and wrap around his neck, getting him in a stranglehold. It seems he forgot about the ligeress, who had wrapped her arm's shackles' chain around his throat.

Drake looked at Renee, who looked up to him as Willie felt his windpipe being crushed. "Bring him over to the table nearest here, Renee. We're going to give this sick bastard a taste of his own medicine."

Renee liked where this was going. "Sure, Drake." She then started dragging him by the chain wrapped around his neck. As his feet dragged across the floor, he came to a horrifying realization. This must be none other than Drake "Hellblazer" Harkonen, the infamous draconic mercenary assassin who destroyed the nation of Wakusa! He then thought that the sadistic beast had killed his associates, the snuff film makers of Crimisnuff, and replaced his "victim" with this giant military chick. He had been played...

Renee dragged him over to the table, which was covered in various instruments of torture, such as baseball bats, pipes, knives, carving tools, axes, hammers and nails, a chainsaw, etc. Drake swept his muscular right arm across the table, moving aside the various tools, clubs, blades, etc. and pointed to the empty space. Renee lifted the tiger off the ground by his throat with the chain, crushing it even further, and slammed him onto the table, which rang with a loud clang. He gasped in pain from both feeling his back get smashed against the metal and feeling his neck get wrung by the chain. Drake then pulled out a key and unlocked Renee's shackles on both her hands and feet. "Thanks, Hellblazer. Those started to feel uncomfortable around my ankles and wrists."

"You're welcome Renee," the dragon then turned his view upon Willie, who he saw was desperately reaching with his right arm for the tools and weapons beside him. Drake quickly grabbed him by the wrist with his left hand, turned his hand so the tiger's palm was facing upwards. He then pulled out a knife with his right hand from his utility belt and drove it right into Willie's open palm. Willie, with the metal chain still around his throat, let out a ragged, agonizing, blood-curdling scream as he felt the blade pierce through his hand, also driving through the metal beneath it and pinning the hand. As Willie's hand bled from the hole stabbed through the flesh and bone of his hand, Drake grabbed the necrophiliac's left hand with his right hand and put it on the other side of the table, also keeping the tiger's palm open and facing up. He then pulled out another knife with his left hand and drove it through both the tiger's flesh and the metal beneath it pinning it as well. Willie let out another ragged, agonizing, blood-curdling scream as his other hand bled from the hole stabbed through the flesh and bone.

Drake and Renee both looked down at Willie, not feeling any remorse for him. Drake reached over to the left and grabbed a lead pipe from the tools. "You've been a very naughty fucker making snuff films, Willie," Drake said to the tiger as he tapped the end of the pipe against his right hand "and you think you could get away with your crimes through a loophole? Please." He shook his head. "I've assassinated all kinds of assholes, but you are among the worst, exploiting the law and getting away with it. You're not going to get away this time, fucker." He then smacked the pipe directly across the right knee of Willie. The orange tiger screamed raggedly as he felt the bone in his knee get crushed in by the blow, crippling him. Drake continued. "You're not getting away from this at all." He then smacked Willie's left knee, and the orange tiger screamed again as the other knee was crushed in. Renee watched as Drake dropped the pipe, grabbed the middle of Willie's t-shirt with both hands, and easily tore it apart. His exposed belly was flabby and not muscular at all. He also gripped the front of Willie's pants and tore his them off his legs, exposing Willie's average-sized flaccid cock and his average-sized set of balls.

Willie trembled with fear, looking at his exposed midsection and genitals. "Wh... what are you going to do to me?"

Drake gave a dark chuckle along with a sadistic grin. "Why I am going to torture you, fucker, and I am going to enjoy it." He then pressed one of right hand's fingers against the middle of Willie's collarbone. Willie gasped in pain as he felt Drake's cruel claw on the finger sink into his skin, digging into the flesh. He then started screaming in agony as Drake brought his finger slowly down Willie's chest, the claw not only cutting through his skin and muscle with the precision of a surgical knife, but also cut through the bone easily with the barest of any resistance. Blood slowly seeped out of the line Drake made on Willie's body with his sharp claw. After cutting down to the bone of Willie's sternum, Drake's claw slid down his skin even further, cutting through his belly's skin and muscle. Drake then stopped right at the middle of Willie's happy trail of fur, not wanting to go at his genitals yet.

Drake lifted his bloody claw out of Willie's body and licked it, enjoying the taste. He then dug the fingers of both hands into the line he made into Willie's chest and midsection and pulled them away from each other. Willie screamed raggedly in horrible, agonizing pain as he felt his chest and the muscle covering his belly separate into two. Drake then pulled onto the skin, and Willie kept on screaming as he felt the skin and muscle tear off of his body, fully exposing his lungs, liver, stomach, intestines, spleen, pancreas, gallbladder, kidneys, esophagus, and heart. His ribcage, although split open, was not ripped off. Drake threw the pieces of skin and muscle away onto the floor, grinning with sadistic glee. Renee just watched, knowing full well that this is Drake's usual M.O., but felt that Willie truly deserves this for what he had done.

Willie, with hot salty tears already streaming down his face, could do nothing but watch as the draconic monster pulled another two knives from his utility belt with both hands, not needing the carving tools nor blades on the table, and slowly press their blades into both of Willie's kidney. The counterfeiter could do nothing but gasp and gag from agony as he felt the blades push further and further into his flesh, going inch by inch into him until they pierced through his back and pushed against the metal table underneath him, causing blood to form a puddle underneath both wounds. Drake then twisted both blades slowly, tearing through the tiger's flesh even further. Willie lifted his head up and tried to scream raggedly once again, but gravity caused the metal chain around his throat to press down even further, not allowing any sound to come out of his. Willie's head dropped onto the table after Drake had twisted the blades 180 degrees, having twisted a circular hole in the tiger's kidneys.

The dragon then turned his wrists outwards. This caused the edge of the blades to push against Willie's kidneys. Willie yelled in pain as he felt the blades tear from his body, his two organs still stuck on the blades as the knives pointed upwards in the air. Drake gave out a sadistic laugh as Willie gasped and panted, his body wracked in terrible pain from the loss of his filtering organs. "Those are just the kidneys, Willie. We've got a few more non-vital organs to go through before you die..." Drake then pointed the blades forward quickly, throwing the kidneys off of them. He then slid the two knives back in his utility belt, their blades still covered in Willie's blood.

The dragon then grabbed onto both Willie's spleen and pancreas, constricting them in his powerful, harder-than-a vice grip. Willie screamed and cried raggedly as he felt both organs slowly get crushed, the pressure from the fluids within building up as a bulge started to grow in both organs. Willie screamed louder and harder as he felt the pressure start to reach its apex with the bulges growing bigger, and then let out a loud shriek as his organs caved in and the bulges ruptured, spewing out blood and other liquids. Drake grinned evilly, his hands now closed into fists around the two crushed organs. He ripped the organs out, causing Willie to winch and grit his teeth, and then dropped them onto the floor. With the tiger panting, he then grabbed onto Willie's gallbladder and liver, doing the same thing he did to the previous two organs. The dragon's hand was big enough to crush most of Willie's liver, which was the tiger's second largest organ after the skin. Willie didn't scream this time but instead bit into his tongue, trying to concentrate on the pain there instead of what's going down lower. As both organs ruptured, the pain was too much for him and his teeth wound up piercing into his own tongue. His mouth now filled with pain and the taste of blood, he could do nothing but gasp heavily after the dragon pulled both organs out. His tongue was now damaged, but he could still speak properly. Feeling weak with a few organs missing, he then saw Drake go over to his right side, looking among the tools. He also saw Renee looking right at him, the ligeress showing absolutely no sorrow towards the necrophiliac. "What are you going to do me now, Drake?" The tiger asked, fearful for what the dragon had in mind.

The dragon looked at him, his fiery-red eyes showing nothing but sadism. "Glad you asked, fucker," He then grabbed many nails from the pile, holding them with his right hand. "I feel that your hands aren't pinned down enough by my knives, so I'm going to nail your fingers down to the table. I'm going to nail them down by all of their knuckles!"

Willie's eyes widened in fear and flexed his arms inward in a desperate attempt to pull his hands from the table. However, the knives were stuck into the tables too deep and he wound up causing more pain and damage to his hand than anything else. Drake, seeing Willie's fingers move up and down from the struggle, grabbed the fingers of Willie's right hand with his left hand, and held them out straight. Still feeling the fingers struggle, he then pounded onto the fingers with the bottom of his right hand, which still held the nails in them. Willie cried out as he felt the bones in all of his fingers, with the exception of the thumb, break from the sheer force of the impact. Seeing the fingers no longer moving, Drake smiled, and then did the exact same thing to Willie's left hand. Willie screamed as he felt the bones of his hand's fingers shatter, closing his eyes painfully tight. Drake then moved back to Willie's right hand, dropping the nails except one besides the hand. With the one remaining nail in his hand, he switched the nail to his left hand and then pressed the point of it into the inner part of the uppermost knuckle of Willie's pinkie. He then glanced at Willie, who was terrible pain.

"Are you ready for the pain, Willie?" He said with an evil chuckle, and then brought down the bottom of the his fist upon the head of the nail like a heavy hammer. Willie screamed as he felt the powerful force from the blow drive the nail through the bone and cartilage of his joint, along with the metal beneath. Drake kept pounding the nail in further with his hand, causing Willie to scream and cry even more, until the head of the nail was resting on Willie's skin. Willie's joint was now ruined, with blood seeping out of it. Drake then took another nail and started driving it into the middle joint of Willie's pinkie, and then took another nail and did the same to the finger's lower most joint (the one that actually attaches the finger to the hand). Willie screamed loudly as each nail was driven in, crying out more tears as well. Drake looked at him sadistically, enjoying his pain. "That was but one finger, fucker. We have another nine to go."

Renee watched as the sadistic dragon went over the other fingers in Willie's right hand, and then went over the fingers in the tiger's left hand. She herself was a little unnerved, but not by the actual cold-blooded torture itself, considering that the victim deserved every bit of it by how much Drake was enjoying himself from the pure sadism. She herself didn't mind brutalizing soldiers on the battlefield, as she enjoyed destroying their genitals with powerful kicks, caveing in skulls and chests with her mighty blows, snapping necks like twigs, tearing up their throats, and other brutal displays of power, but this was different. This was pure, drawn-out, cold-blooded torture where Drake intends to keep the victim alive for as long as he likes rather than a brutal, but brief death. She made a mental note to herself not to get on the mercenary's bad side, now that she saw that the stories about the assassin's love for sadism were indeed true. She wondered how Drake came to be such a cold-blooded monster like that.

Willie, his ragged voice now strained from screaming so much, let out one last scream as Drake drove the last nail into the second joint of his left hand's thumb, pinning it to the metal table. 28 nails, 14 for each hand, have been driven into all of his finger's joints, pinned against the metallic surface of the table, with small puddles of blood growing from each wound. Drake, with a few nails left, simply grabbed the remaining nails and put them back in the pile on the right of Willie. Looking through the pile, he saw what he was looking for and reached for it, grabbing a power drill in his right hand. Willie, covered in sweat and panting heavily, heard the drill turn on for a sec and saw Drake put on a small, long drill bit on the actual drill itself. His fear started to run wild through his body. "What are you going to do with that, Harkonen?"

Drake looked down past the tiger's opened up body, stopping right at his genitals, and gave a cruel smile. "I'm going to use this to fuck up you sex life. You will no longer be able to enjoy fucking corpses after this." Willie's eyes widened as Drake reached down with his left hand and grabbed his pink, flaccid cock by the glans between his thumb and index finger. He winched and gritted his teeth as the extremely sharp claws of the dragon's two fingers pierced into his cockhead, stopping as they tapped into each other. As blood flowed down his the shaft of his cock from both wounds, he felt Drake press the drill bit into the base of his cock. "Say goodbye to your willy, Willie. This is the last time you'll it intact for the rest of your short, sick life." The dragon then turned on the power drill, and the necrophiliac screamed raggedly at full voice as he felt the drill twist rapidly, the metal tearing into the base of his shaft. Blood and gore sprayed all around the table as the drill pierced through the other side of Willie's cock, tearing a gory hole through it. As Willie screamed in agony, the dragon then moved the drill up, tearing upwards through the rest of Willie's shaft and causing even more blood and gore to spray out. As he neared the glans, Drake pulled both of his finger's claws out of it and watched as the drill tore through it. It then tore out of Willie's shaft, effectively splitting it in two.

Willie kept crying as the two pieces of his shaft fell horizontally from each other, puddles of blood pouring around them. He then felt Drake grab the underside of his ballsack, pushing his balls upwards in the palm of his left hand. The power drill was still whirring in his right hand. "Since your dick is now ruined, fucker, you now have to lose your balls since they're now of no use to you..." Willie gasped in fear, and then screamed bloody murder as Drake pushed the drill into his left nut, the drill bit ripping open his scrotum and ripping into his left testicle. He felt the worst sensation in his whole life as his blood and seed spewed from the gory mess, flinging all over the floor and Drake's face, hand, coat, and shirt. The testicle now nothing but a strand, he then pulled the drill out of the hole within Willie's nutsack and took the drill to the tiger's right ball, also tearing another hole through the scrotum and ripping the testicle apart. Willie again screamed horribly in agony as he felt the most horrible sensation of his life again. Even Renee, and Maria in the camera room, winched at this, both feeling pain in their crotches from just looking at it.

Seeing that the right testicle was now ruined, Drake turned off the drill and tossed it aside, not minding that the tiger's seed was on him. Renee looked at the drill crash onto the floor, and then looked at Drake. "Hellblazer, now that you've tortured him and ruined his manhood, are you're going to now kill him?"

Drake turned around to face her, sadistic glee in his face. "Why yes. I'm going to rape him to death."

The colonel raised her eyebrow. "You're going to rape him to death like you did with the chief of police?"

"No," The dragon replied, "As much I'd like to dominate males, I feel that this sick bastard is getting off too easy if I rape him to death with my cock, not to mention that it would prolong his pain more than I'd like to." He then turned and went over to the pile of torture instruments on the right of Willie and reached down for something. "Instead, I am going to rape him... with this!" He then grabbed what he was looking for, turned around, and revealed that he was holding a three-foot long-bladed chainsaw in his hands. Both Renee and Maria's eyes widened when they saw this. This was not going to be pretty. Drake flicked the switch and started to pull the rotor...

Willie, dazed from the horrible agony Drake put him through, was brought of his daze by hearing the sound of a motor running. Turning his head to see what was in front of him, his eyes widened in horror and lifted his head up, bringing the weight of the metal chain further down his neck, as he saw Drake with a chainsaw pointing upwards towards the ceiling. The dragon had a cruel, sadistic grin on his face. "This is the end for you, fucker! I'm going to rape your sick, twisted ass with this chainsaw!"

Willy shook his head, feeling the worst fear he ever had in his life as Drake pointed the whirring blade toward his tailhole. "No, don't do it! No! No! NYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed louder than he ever had as the chainsaw ripped into his rosebud while simultaneously tearing in the base of his tail, getting a foot of metallic death into his bowels. Feeling a much more agonizing feeling than what Drake did to his testicles, the counterfeiter kept screaming and flexed his arm's muscles as strongly as he could, despite his hands being pinned to the table, as the dragon penetrated deeper into him, getting in another foot. Blood and gore flew everywhere from the gory hole, spewing in every direction all over the floor, table, Drake, and even the wall. Renee held her hands up to prevent the blood from getting on her face too much. Even though she was a proud warrior who didn't mind getting warm blood all over her clothes and her body from battle nor did she mind the taste, she did not want to be literally bathed in it all at once in a torture session like Drake, who's enjoying it like it's some sort of shower of the macabre.

Drake, getting in the last foot of the chainsaw's three-foot-long blade, had a sadistic smile on his draconic face as he lifted the blade up a bit into Willie, who's still alive and screaming. He saw Willie's intestines, upper mid section, and esophagus bulge slightly, and then started spraying blood and gore like there's no tomorrow as the whirring chain ripped through the outer surface of the organs. Willie let out one last, shrill, bloodcurdling scream from this before falling silent and motionless, finally dead for all the pain and torture he went through. Drake, seeing that his last assassination target is dead, tore the whirring blade from Willie's ruined corpse and turned it off. He then dropped the power tool onto the floor, licking the fresh, warm blood and gore off his lips.

His inner darkness now satisfied, the dragon yanked both knives out of Willie's hands, put them in his utility belt, and then turned towards Renee, who was also licking some of the blood from her lips while shaking it off her arms. "Well that's my final assassination for tonight, colonel. Thanks for helping me."

Renee looked at him, shaking her arms a little more. "No problem, Hellblazer. Now that we've, or should I say you, killed the sick bastard while filming a snuff movie and got it on tape, I think we need to go wreck havoc on Vin for what he had done for me."

Drake held up his blood-covered finger and wagged it at her. "He can wait, Renee, we still aren't done with the movie..."

Renee was puzzled. "Didn't we just finish it, Hellblazer? We killed the bastard, so there isn't any more material to film."

"It's true that we killed the bastard," Drake replied, "but remember, this is not just a normal murder movie, but a snuff film. It has to have sex in it."

Renee looked at him. "But..."

The dragon moved closer to her, planting his left hand on the wall beside her, he leaned in to her, his face no longer sadistic but rather nice looking. "Look Renee, I know that you've kept your virginity for so long, but so far, you've been keeping it from rapists and men who try to use power to have you. Not only that, you have lost what could've been your first lover and mate if it weren't for you keeping your virginity from him along with him not asking you to sleep with him. As for myself, I am now asking you if you can lose it to me. I'm not going to rape you or anything if you say no, as I'm not going to be a jerk to you. I view you now as a partner and wish to help you get revenge on the bastard who killed your comrades. Besides, Vin and the Hellcats can wait. Since there's nothing urgent at hand except their deaths, colonel, we don't have to hurry."

Renee tried to think of a good reason to say no, but she just couldn't. Yes, it's true that she kept her virginity from rapists while she was growing up on the streets, and even defended herself to keep it from Mike Drozen when he was king 18 years ago. As for Jerry, whom she viewed more like a sibling than anything else, she admits to herself that she had feelings for him and even masturbated to thoughts of him taking her, but she didn't act on those feelings thanks to her pride and now she had lost him for good. Now Hellblazer, the infamous mercenary assassin whom she just saw brutally and sadistically torture and murder a twisted bastard, was not forcing her, but was instead asking her to be a lover, the first person to actually do so without using force, and she is viewed by him as a partner, a title adjourned to someone who could be trust and relied on. It seems that despite his brutality and sadism, Drake can be rather noble and courteous at times, and she also views him as a partner since he agreed to help her before he knew what she intended to do, not caring about her motivations but instead the noble act in itself due to the Hellcats story not sounding right. The dragon was also the only person to beat her, a one-woman army, in combat, incapacitating her while she was aiming to kill him. That alone signifies how powerful he is. She also noticed that the dragon looks huge under the belt, which she doesn't mind. She likes to look at pictures of huge cocks despite never having had sex. He also looks extremely muscular under his clothes, and although she did masturbate to the thought of Jerry, she preferred a man taller than her and with huge muscles, and Drake certainly fit that description. She also didn't mind that Hellblazer is from another race, as she liked the other races, unlike the majority of tigers in Tigris who'd treat the other races like garbage. Maybe Drake is the right person for her

She looked at him, not caring for the blood on each other's clothes and bodies. "Okay, I'll sleep with you, partner, but first we need to clean up. Does your bitch know if there's a shower, and perhaps a bed, in this warehouse? I want to lose my virginity in a warm bedroom and not in a cold, spacious room like this."

"Actually I do," Drake replied, "While Maria was dragging the corpse of the female criminal Willie's associates were going to provide him with to the camera room, I found that there were rooms upstairs that consisted of bedrooms, showers, and even a laundry room."

Renee smiled at the thought. "Good. That means we can clean this blood off of us and clean our clothes too. Vin and the Hellcats are currently at the bar they use for a usual hang out at in Dallas, and they're most likely going to be staying there all day tomorrow drinking and such. We can attack them in the morning, partner."

Drake smiled, but then remembered something. "Willie's camera on the table is still on. I need to retrieve it for our movie..."

She suddenly gave him a lap on his blood-covered nose, which surprised him. "Well don't keep me waiting, partner..."

He then gave a light chuckle as he turned and went to the other end of the room to retrieve the camera. Wiping some blood off his hand onto his muscle shirt, he grabbed the camera, but kept it on as he moved over towards the ligeress, who was already standing in the left corner of the room, where the short hall way and the exit was. She let him pass her and lead the way as he opened the door. The two bloodstained giants went through the "Z" shaped hallway coming out of the lower right end, and made their way to the upper left end to the camera room. There they saw Maria sitting in the chair surrounded by the corpses. She had heard everything that they said in the torture room after the death of Willie.

Renee looked at the corpses, seeing their various wounds. "I like the work you've done, Hellblazer. Every one of those fuckers deserved what was coming to them." She then glanced over to Maria. "I see that you're now Drake's personal bitch, Maria."

The black tigress glanced up at the white ligeress. "I'm enjoying how he treats me too. He's much better than that shittard Maximus." She then looked at Drake. "I know what you and Renee are planning to do, master, but can I join in? Asides from the oral session this morning, I haven't had any action all day."

Drake shook his head. "Sorry, my bitch. I'm planning on having her to myself for a while. I am your master and can have you anytime I'd like to, but not now. Oh, when we change out of our clothes, can you wash them for us? They're in desperate need of cleaning. Also, take my weapons, glasses, and police tape out before doing the laundry too. I don't want them to be messed up by the cleaning process."

Maria sighed, not getting to have Drake again, but as the dragon started to lead the way up the stairs, Renee leaned close into Maria's ear. "I noticed on the monitors that there were cameras that viewed the rooms upstairs. You could view the action and masturbate to it if you'd like to, Maria." Maria then giggled and watched as Renee joined her partner, going up the stairs. After reaching the top of the stairs, Drake, with the camera still in hand, lead her through a hallway filled with doors that led to several bedrooms, each of them with their own bathroom. However, Drake led her to the laundry room at the end of the hall.

Opening the door, he and Renee entered the room, where there was a washing machine and a dryer. Drake and Renee looked at each other. "We're going to see each other's bodies for the first time, so who's going to undress first?"

Renee looked at him. "I think we should undress at the same time, partner." She saw him raise an eyebrow. "In fact, let's race to see who could undress the fastest. The winner gets to wash the other in the shower."

Drake smirked, setting the camera down. She was being playful. "You're on, partner, but let's keep the metal on!" He said, pointing to the bloody metal dog tags on his chest and her earring. He then suddenly grabbed his coat and started to take it off quickly without warning.

She was surprised that he started already. "Why you... I didn't even say go yet!" She then leaned down and began to unlace her military boots, slipping them off. By that time, he had already undid his belt and took off his pants.

He then took off his shirt as she began to take off her shirt and pants. He proudly sat down, thinking he had won. "Looks like I on this round, partner..." He saw her take a quick glance at him, not taking a good look at his body but instead looked for clothes, and then kept undressing. "Uh, partner?" He then saw her begin to slip off her panties.

She then slipped them off, a proud look on her face. "I've won! Hellblazer, you're the one washing me!"

Drake looked at her. "Excuse me, Renee. I took my clothes off first, so you get to wash me."

She giggled. "Aren't you're forgetting something, partner? Check your head..."

Drake felt around his head and then realized that he forgot to take his black bandana off his head. He took it off, throwing it aside. "Okay, you've won, Renee. I admit defeat. I get to wash you."

He then stood up to his full height, facing her. She gasped as she looked down past his head. His blood-covered neck, arms, and shoulders, which she saw during their fight, were mountainous as always, but his crimson chest and pectorals, covered in cum and blood, were even more muscular than they had looked under his muscle shirt. They looked like they were chiseled to perfection out of a crimson material that was hard as rock and stone. Looking down further, she let out another gasp as saw his giant, hard, flaccid obsidian cock, still covered in pre, seed, and the blood of his most recent rape victims, which were Leela, her unborn child, Janelle, and the chief of police. She also saw that it had a foreskin, which was pretty uncommon for a dragon. She then saw that hanging below the behemoth-sized penis were the biggest pair of balls she had ever seen, also covered in seed, blood, and other fluids. Even after having cummed eleven times today (four with Maria, two with Linda, one with Janelle, three with Leela, one with Danial), Drake's balls were still as heavy and full of his potent seed as they were when the day began, having no effect on his virility. She then looked over onto the legs, which were just as huge and mountainous as the rest of his body. It was like she was looking at some sort of brutal, draconic beast. No wonder why her blows did little damage on him. "Oh my lord. You're much more of a beast than I thought, Drake!"

He chuckled, causing his pectorals to suddenly jump from their position, much to her delight. "Thanks for saying that, Renee. Now stand up. Let me see your body." She smiled and stood up, facing him. He saw that asides from her ripped arms, neck, and shoulders, which he only saw during their fight, her body was just as powerfully developed. She was a fighting machine of a woman, indeed. Her ripped body looked like it could tear apart almost any male foolish enough to rape her. He saw that her breasts were not too huge and not too small, but were the right proportion to her Amazonian physique. The blood on her did not detract from her beauty. He also saw that her brown pubes were the right size too, not too big and not too small either. Despite not being a dragoness, she was pretty much the 3rd woman in his life who he considered right for him, with the first one having been a fellow member of his own species, which died out in a cataclysm so long ago, and the second one the actual love of his life, who he could not find ever since he first appeared in modern day Tigris generations ago. Both of them were muscular military women like Renee, but were older and nearly 10 feet taller than the young, giant ligeress.

The colonel saw that she had made an impression on the mercenary. "Like what you see, partner?"

"I do, colonel. Your body is nice to behold." He then grabbed the camera from the floor. "Shall we go shower now?"

She smiled. "I will, but you pick the room, mercenary."

"I know the exact room, ligeress." Drake then opened the door and led the way to down the hallway, stopping at a doorway on the middle left of the hallway. The door read "Crimisnuff President" on it. He opened the door and let her through. She was impressed at what she saw. Most of the rooms had average beds and looks, but the president of Crimisnuff had the best stuff. The bed was a really lavish kingside bed with the frame being metal rather than wood, the bedside table was made of elegant carving, the tv was a huge widescreen hanging on the wall with a table below it, and it had a wardrobe made for nobility. It seemed as if the president of the snuff film makers tried to make himself look like royalty in front of his peers. He did a nice job too. Also, the bathroom door was open, revealing a very elegant looking bathroom with a nice shower. The dragon held his arm out for the ligeress, and she passed him, heading straight towards the bathroom. He followed closely behind her, setting the camera on the sink in front of the shower. The two giants then jumped into the shower, where Drake turned on the water, getting it to warm.

Feeling the water slowly wash the blood off of them, Renee beckoned Drake with her finger. "Remember, mercenary, since I won the dress off, you have to wash my body."

The dragon nodded, grabbing some soap. "Okay, colonel." He then brought the soap to a lather and started going over her body with it, washing the blood off her soap. She felt him rub her body, going over her well-developed shoulders, legs, knees, elbows, back, stomach, tail, and hair. He washed her over the hard muscles of her body like she was a queen. It felt so soft, but firm and sensual, she couldn't help but give out a moan. She also got to be able smell him. Asides from the blood and seed washing off his body, she could sniff his natural, manly smell on his body.

All of this, along with the sight of his muscular body, started to turn on the virgin, instilling some lust and desire in her body. Feeling a little wet, she grabbed the dragon's hands as they went over her collarbone. "You can wash my more private areas if you'd like, Hellblazer. Also, I think you did a good enough job doing this alone. I'll go over your body as you go over mine."

The dragon smiled. "Okay, Renee." He then felt her start to go over his hard, enormous muscles, rubbing her strong, powerful hands on his perfectly sculptured arms, shoulders, indestructible abdominals, enormous pectorals, powerful neck, legs, knees, and back. She moaned more as he started going over her more private areas, such as her hard buttocks, her tasseled tail, her firm breasts, and her strong thighs. He let out a moan as she started going over his hard buttocks, the base of his tail, and firm thighs with her firm, sensual, touch. She found that her hands were real close to his huge, flaccid, thick, obsidian manmeat hanging out of its crimson slit and his enormous balls. This got her wetter with lust and desire. She had heard legends that Drake was huge under the belt, but now she got to see how huge he really was, and this was just him when "soft."

"Damn Drake," the colonel said as she stared at it, "your cock is so huge this up close! You must be bigger than any dick I've ever seen, including that of Emperor Kiaru!"

He looked down at her, interested in what she just said. "You've seen the Dark Blitz's dick, Renee?"

She nodded. "I have, but only on video. When Mike was killed by Kiaru at the huge arena at the palace, he lined up many females who attended the arena, including police, military, and civilian, and chose which ones he'd like to fuck while he was still in Drewen. As you already know, Leela was one of those females as evidenced by the baby I presumed you killed when raping her. When he came upon me, he found me to be very beautiful, reminding him of someone he once knew long ago, and wanted me to become one of his forbidden females and possibly even his queen to take with him back to Tramis. However, he then heard the stories of how I kept fighting to keep my virginity intact and even defended it from Mike by crushing his balls in my hand. He did not want to risk the chance of getting his jewels crushed in my hand even if it meant my death, especially when it was right after he had fought Mike, who had tried to knock him out by using a tazer on the neck, but instead weakened him and slowed him down. After Leela have had him, she tried to convince me to give Kiaru a try while he stayed here, saying that he had great prowess and that he was an emperor. She even gave me a video, which she taped, that showed Kiaru fucking her in an attempt to persuade me. I blew off that bitch, thinking her to be just like any other cop in Drewen, brown nosing to the new king immediately after the old one was killed, even if was one that's much better than the previous one. Changing packs after the old ruler is defeated by a rival may be a way of life in Tigris, but that doesn't mean you have to like the new one. I have to admit that Kiaru is a good fucker judging from what I saw in the video Leela gave me, but I have to say that he's not my type. It's not really a matter of height, as he is muscular and powerful. It was instead the fact that he was willing to use his power as king to have me if he wanted to. I'd rather have a man who would not force me to be his through power alone, even if he was not a king or merc leader."

Drake chuckled, rubbing her private areas, except for her genitals, more sensually and harder. "You know, partner, I never met Kiaru myself, but he sounds just like I imagined him to be. That guy may have good intentions, cleaning up the nation of Drewen of crime, but he is still a jackass for not being tolerant towards the non-tiger races, which I'm a part of, and keeping the police force as some sort of damned novelty. If I was in his place, I would've been more tolerant towards the other races, like how Krostovia and Bergen were before Kiaru took them over, and reestablish the military as the main force of the law."

"That sounds like a good idea, partner. You would certainly make a leader I would follow. I don't care if you're a dragon." Seeing that his genitals were in need of cleaning, lathered up her hands with soap and started going over his genitals, rubbing away the blood, draconic seed, and pre off his huge, thick shaft, his foreskin, and enormous balls. To her surprise, she found that his dick was still hard even when flaccid and that his balls were heavier than she had expected, even after she knows he had unleashed his load into three people already. She rubbed them firm and sensually, trying to get the blood, pre, and seed off of them with her soft touch. As it turns out, his seed and the liquids of his latest rape victims had harderened to the point where they need to be scrubbed off hard in order to get off, so she had to make her grip harder, stronger, firmer, but still sensual just to clean him off.

He let out a murr, enjoying the rougher feeling of how she was now handing his cock. "Are you sure you've never experienced sex, Renee? It seems that you know how to handle a cock judging from the way you're cleaning mine."

She looked up at his face. "This is truly my first time, Hellblazer. I'm not lying. It's just that your gargantuan member is so... gigantic, even when flaccid. I can't wait to see how big it is when it's erect." She then looked back down as she continued to wash his genitals. He grinned, murring at the thought. However, he concentrated to keep his cock flaccid, as he did not to get erect just yet. Renee, leaned down, getting her face closer to his now nearly clean cock. She took a whiff, finding that his huge fuck muscle and hard wrecking balls possessed a natural, manly, musky smell stronger than the rest of his body. Her lust and desire now growing even more, she began washing the underside of his cock. She heard him murr again as she cleaned the remaining blood, pre, and seed off. "I see that you're enjoying yourself, Drake, but I find that you're not getting hard. Is my touch not pleasing enough?"

The dragon grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up after she finished cleaning. "Your touch is pleasing enough, partner, but I thought you wanted to lose your virginity on a bed."

She giggled, putting her arms around his powerful neck. "That doesn't mean we can't please each other in other ways, Drake. Besides, I want to get a taste of you before losing my virginity."

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to orally please me?"

"Well sort of, but not on your cock." She have him a playful lap on the nose with her tongue. "I want to know how well you kiss, Hellblazer. I've heard in your legends about how when it comes to non-raping you fuck women well with power and dominance, but I never heard about how dominative you are when it comes to kissing in your legends. Are you as powerful and dominant with your mouth as you are with your cock, Hellblazer? I'm not one to be dominated easily, even if I never passionately kissed anybody before."

Drake gave a dark chuckle, accepting the proud warrior's challenge. "Well let's find out then, colonel. I defeated you in a fight, so dominating you when comes to kissing should be no problem."

The ligeress had a smile on her face, and then leaned up and proceeded to kiss Drake, pushing strongly against his mouth. The dragon kissed back, pushing strongly against her lips and mouth. She murred a bit, pulling her arms down on his neck to get him to lean down more than he has to. He refused, keeping his stance and pushed his hands upward on her strong buttocks so she could lean instead. Kissing a little stronger as she felt him squeeze her but upwards towards him, the ligeress wrapped her right leg around the back of the dragon's left leg in an attempt to prevent herself from going up, and still tried to pull him down towards her. The two giants kept trying to dominate each other in this fashion, their kisses getting stronger and harder as time passed by. Renee flexed her muscles a bit to try to get him to budge, but he wouldn't.

She suddenly felt him lift up her remaining leg off the ground with his right hand, supporting her weight on her buttocks with his left hand and keeping her off the ground. Seeing that keeping her right leg wrapped around his was useless, she then wrapped both legs around his waist, keeping close to him as he moved his other hand onto her butt to gain further support. Their kisses getting deeper and rougher, the mercenary moved forward, trying to press her back into the shower wall. Supported by his hands pushed against her butt, she pointed her arms back and tried to resist letting him press her into the wall. Her arms flexed as he pressed forward into the wall, but she felt her right arm, still sore from being dislocated, give out against his strength and weight, pressing her right shoulder blade and soon the rest of her back into the wall. Her crotch pressed against the base of his hard abdominals, feeling nothing but his tough, scaly skin.

She then put both arms around his neck, trying to pull his head downward once again, but he again wouldn't move an inch downwards, refusing to give in. The two were now locking lips, pressing tongues together. She tried to push her tongue against his and slip her tongue into his mouth, but his tongue was stronger, pushing her tongue inwards and slipped his tongue into her mouth instead. He groaned and murred as he pushed her between him and the wall, passionately licking the inside of her mouth as he established his dominance over her. She couldn't help but groan and murr with him, enjoying the sensation. She was so filled with lust and desire that she even grinded her vagina against his hard abs, letting him know that she was hot and wet for him.

After a minute and half of deep, passionate kissing, the two parted, strings of saliva connecting their lips. She panted a little, staring into his crimson eyes. "So it's true. You are dominative as a kisser, Hellblazer."

Drake felt his lions burning with desire, but still concentrated to keep himself flaccid. "Do you want to go for round two in the bedroom, partner?" He saw her nod passionately, her powerful arms still around his muscular neck. Letting out a laugh, the draconic mercenary turned around, still carrying her around his waist, and got out of the shower. He then reached with one arm to get a couple of towels, gave her one, and proceeded to rub her body dry, going over every inch of her as he still held her up with one arm. She did the same as best as she could for her partner, murring as he rubbed over her more delicate parts, including her genitals.

After rubbing each other dry, they dropped the towels on the floor, and Drake turned and headed out the bathroom. He also reached out and grabbed the still-running camera along the way, needing it to complete their little "snuff" movie that started with the torture and death of Willie. He then set the camera down on the table in front of the bed and below the tv, and leaned down onto the bed, laying himself on top of Renee. The ligeress let out a smile as the dragon lifted his legs onto the bed and pressed his mouth firmly against hers, continuing their kissing session for dominance. She murred in passion as she took her legs off of his waist and pulled him in closer with her arms, kissing him more fiercely and deeply. He murred with her, giving her a kiss that matched hers in fierceness and deepness.

Growling a bit, the feline began to move her right hip up a bit with all her strength, beginning to lift the 16,000 + pound dragon onto his right side. As the two partners kept kissing, she managed to lift the dragon completely onto his side and rolled on top of him, trying to dominate him. However, he used the momentum to turn completely over, rolling her right onto her back again. She again attempted to gain dominance by lifting him in the opposite direction onto his left side and roll over on top of him, and he again countered the action, rolling on top of her again. She groaned as their tongues danced together in their mouths, but kept trying in vain to get on top of him, but he kept rolling over her. She eventually stopped, accepting defeat. Also, they apparently rolled around so much that they're now facing the tv and the camera rather than the pillows.

Drake, feeling himself over come with lust and desire, lifted himself from her onto his knees, feeling an erection grow. She watched as his flaccid penis grew harder and longer, seeing it slowly expand foot upon foot upon foot, until it reached its full length of 6 feet, 4 inches long and its girth of two feet, 7 inches, throbbing straight up to his chin. Even after having cummed over ten times today, his ebony spear was still harder-than-diamond and full of lust.

She moaned at the sight, her lust having grown even more. Her vagina was now slick with her sweet, tasty liquids. "Your cock is gigantic, Hellblazer." she crouched down on her knees and crawled to it, stopping with her face right at the base. "It's bigger than I imagined it would be."

Drake chuckled, watching his partner stare at his huge obsidian shaft as he gave it a few slow, powerful strokes, his foreskin slightly gliding on his cockhead. "Give it a lick, Colonel. You'll learn to love it like all the other women I didn't rape."

The ligeress gave it a sniff, enjoying its musky, manly smell again. "I think I'm in love with it already..." She then started to lick his obsidian tower slowly, going all the way from the base to the engorged, flared glans. Its taste spurred even more lust and desire in her, causing her to give out a moan.

He murred, grabbing her hands and placing them at both sides of his huge ebony treetrunk. "You can stroke my dick using both your hands while you're licking it, partner."

Renee continued to lick up his huge tower, but this time simultaneously giving it powerful strokes with both her hands. She heard him moan with pleasure as her hands and tongue went over many of his girth's hard veins, which continued to pump blood into his shaft and give it it's amazing hardness. After going up and down his shaft many times, she saw a huge, hot, heavy drop of precum ooze out of his glans. She sniffed it and moaned in lust, finding its smell to be even more musky and manly than his balls or shaft were. She watched it ooze over the underside and left and right sides of his immense shaft, covering her hands with its warmness. She began to lick it up and resumed stroking his cock, getting hotter with lust and desire as she found the warm taste tantalizing. An idea came to her head and she let go of his shaft. This caused him to look down, seeing her press her cleavage against base of the underside of his shaft and press her huge breasts together. "I feel that these could be of more use to your divine cock than my hands, partner."

The dragon smiled. "I see that you're learning how to please me already, colonel. Go ahead and use them. I want to see how well you do."

She smiled, pushing her body upwards onto his behemoth shaft, giving it upward strokes with her tongue and enjoying his pre. He let out a murr in lust, feeling her lick his cock head after reaching the top and then go down all the way to the base to start again, repeating the over and over. He had a strong temptation to fuck her with his tail as she tit-fucking him, but he did not act upon it, as he wanted to feel her virginal blood wash around his cock instead of his tail. He groaned as he felt another hot, heavy drop of pre ooze out of his glans, rewarding her with another tasty treat. She lapped at it fervently as it she upped the speed and strength of her titfucking, which the pre provided more lubrication to his shaft. She was now burning hot with lust and desire.

The black dragon groaned for several minutes as she kept licking and stroking his shaft with her breasts, whose speed and strength kept increasing as the minutes passed by. He suddenly grabbed her by shoulders after reached the apex of a stroke, stopping her. "I think it's time for to orally please me, partner. We did talk about it when we were showering."

Giggling, the young ligeress opened her mouth really wide and went down onto the dragon's glans, wrapping her mouth against the majority his of cockhead and giving it a few strong sucks. She also kept tit-fucking the upper part of his shaft, adding to his pleasure. He murred strongly, feeling her tongue lick powerfully against his meatus, lapping away at the musky precum that remained in it. He rubbed her head, stroking his huge fingers against the long, brunette strands of her beautiful hair. She murred at this, enjoying the fact that her newfound partner was so affectionate despite the fact that she just saw him brutally torture a victim not even an hour ago.

Full of lust and passion, the dragon stopped stroking her hair and grabbed the back of her head. "Let's go deep throat, partner. I want you to feel what it's like to have a huge pile of man meat down your throat!" She nodded, agreeing with him in lust. He then started to push her head down further onto his 6 foot + cock, enveloping the cock head completely and getting some of the shaft in. She gagged a little as she felt his engorged glans force it way down her throat followed by his upper shaft, but murred with lust and desire at how dominative he was. He pushed her head in further down, getting a foot of his shaft in. She felt his shaft make its way down her esophagus, painfully expanding both it, her throat, and her mouth wide with its increasing girth, but still had enough room to breathe.

Getting in another two feet, he murred lustfully, feeling her throat and esophagus massage his black cock wonderfully. She let out a muffled groan from the pain as her jaw started to pop from the increasing girth, but was so full of lust and desire that she didn't care. In fact, her vagina was now aching with lust and desire, and she couldn't help but move her left hand down to her crotch, rubbing her the slickened lips of her vaginal gates with her fingers and rubbing her erect clitoris in circles with her thumb. Murring from her self-induced pleasure, she started to lean down more to help with getting more of her partner's shaft down her throat, decreasing the amount of breathing space.

The mercenary let out a moan as another heavy drop of hot, musky precum oozed its way out of his glans and dropped directly into her stomach. The ligeress let out another muffled groan, feeling the hot warmness land in her belly. This increased her lust, causing her to slide two of her fingers into her virginal gates, taking not to tear her hymen, and started finger-fucking herself. This greatly helped with the pain that she was experiencing as her throat, mouth, and esophagus widened even more as it was crammed with his thick, juicy, manhood, even bleeding a little. Now murring strongly in lust, she also added to his pleasure by caressing his enormous heavy, crimson balls with her right hand, going over each one with sensual, but firm rubbing and squeezing.

The assassin groaned heavily at this, now having pushed in three feet more of his immense shaft down her throat and nearly having his entire 6 foot + length in her body. He stared down at her as her throat and esophagus constantly massaged him, seeing her struggle to breath as she no longer had any breathing space. Rubbing her head affectionately, he started to pull out a good amount of his enormous length, which was covered in pre, saliva, and some blood. This gave her a good amount of time to catch in a breath of fresh air, since her body was starving for oxygen and was on the verge of passing out. He then pushed his gargantuan penis back in with a powerful thrust of his hard abdominals while also pushing on her head with his powerful hand, increasing his pleasure. He let out a grunt as as he repeated the action over and over, pumping his cock repeatedly into her orfice with lust and passion, each thrust giving her enough time to breath. The ligeress let out a muffled groan with each powerful thrust, now fingering herself harder in conjunction with his pistoning. Her sweet vaginal juices were now streaming down her white-furred thighs, getting them warm, wet and slick with her natural lubrication.

In the camera room, Maria watched a monitor with lust and desire as Drake increased the speed and strength of his throat-fucking. She had been watching the two giants the whole time at Renee's suggestion, watching them film the rest of the snuff movie. Her own vagina was wet and burning with lust and desire at the porn she was watching, soaking her white bikini bottoms with her vaginal fluids and yearning for pleasure and attention. Unable to hold back, she gave into her lust and slipped her hand down her bikini, eagerly rubbing her crotch. She gasped and groaned as she stared at the screen, watching her draconic master go faster and harder on the ligress while still giving her enough time to breath, who rubbed both of his crimson wrecking balls rougher and harder one at a time with her right hand as they smashed into her chin. She increased her pleasure more and more, rubbing herself harder and faster with each passing moment, not caring about the pain. Soon she felt herself rising towards an orgasm already, having gotten a little too excited from the show, although that's not really a bad thing.

At the same time, Renee fingered herself harder, deeper, and faster as she felt her own climax coming. Drake heard her murr faster and harder on his cock, which added to his own pleasure. He knew that the virgin was going to climax soon, and he stared down at her, watching his immense, obsidian length repeatedly slide in and out of her mouth. "Cum for me, partner. Let me watch you climax as your sweet, warm juices spray all over the sheets!" She stared back up at him, his urging having increased her desire to reach her orgasm. Her muffled murrs got stronger and more powerful as she neared closer and closer, until at last she let out a strong, muffled cry against his dick, her hot, creamy ejaculate spraying all over her fingers, her left hand, her thighs and legs, and the bedsheet. Her muffled cries caused her throat and esophagus to massage his ebony penis even more, causing him to grunt with her orgasm. He pistoned into her a little deeper and faster, loving the wonderful feeling on his cock as she kept pistoning her fingers into her cunt, the vaginal gates clenching hard against her two digits.

Maria cried out loudly as she simultaneously cummed with Renee onscreen. "Oh God yes!" the black tigress exclaimed as her own hot, creamy orgasmic juices spurted out of her pussy, soaking up her white bikini bottoms even more so along with her thighs and the seat beneath her. She kept crying out and rubbing herself fervently as her vagina squirted for a whole three minutes. Panting hard from her climax, she continued to watch as the young colonel's orgasm ended soon after hers did. She watched as the giantess took her left hand, now slick with her precious juices, and rubbed the giant mercenary's balls, now doing both of them at the same time with her hands. The tigress murred in pleasure, now slipping two fingers inside her lovely slit as the show continued on.

Drake kept grunting, looking down as Renee handled his crimson rubies with strong, but not painful squeezes. He knew that she was strong enough to hurt his gigantic, manly balls, and yet she is giving them great care. After several minutes, he groaned hard as he felt his harder-than-diamond obsidian shaft heat up, expand, and stiffen even more, letting him know he was getting near his own climax already. He started to pump his cock faster and harder down her throat with his balls smashing into her chin, also pushing her head down harder on his cock, and yet she still could enough oxygen without being in danger. "Get ready, Renee, to taste your partner!" He closed his eyes in lust, bit down on his lip gritted his teeth, and growled as he felt a tsunami rise of cum up in his huge shaft.

With a few more fast powerful thrusts of his hard abdominals he let out a loud draconic roar as he reached his climax. Renee's eyes widened as she felt his shaft turn into a cannon, shooting out tsunami after tsunami of his molten hot, draconic seed directly into her stomach. She couldn't help but murr as she felt each jet pound into her stomach like cannonfire. Each spurt of his draconic seed amounted to more than almost any male could provide her with in one full orgasm, and she felt her stomach fill up from each spurt. She also rubbed and massaged her partner's crimson balls even stronger, providing him extra stimulation during his orgasm.

Maria, fingering herself harder and faster at the sight of her draconic master and lover cumming into Renee, soon let out another orgasmic cry, closing her eyes and arching her back and neck against the chair. She once again felt her juices spew all over the inside of her white bikini bottoms, bathing her hand in her hot, sweet, creamy nectar. This time, the fluid acculminated so much that it began dripping off of the seat of the chair and onto the floor. Fingering herself hard and fast for 2-3 minutes, she panted hard again and slipped her fingers out of her cunt, whose black pubes are matted with her juices. Taking her hand out of her bikini bottoms, she began licking her creamy nectar off of her hands, enjoying the sweet taste of her juices.

The draconic mercenary let out cries of lust and pleasure as he kept pumping into the young colonel's mouth in orgasmic bliss, and after ejaculating continuously for over almost 3 minutes, pushed Renee back, his saliva-cum-blood-covered manmeat slipping out of her mouth, and gave his extremely hard, still spurting obsidian cannon fast, powerful strokes, training it on her. The jets showered her in his hot, draconic seed and continued further on, smashing into the tv hanging over the camera and shattering its glass with the sheer force of the ejaculations. Having the strong, manly taste of his draconic seed in her mouth and throat, she gave out a few coughs and murred greatly as she was splattered in gallons of his draconic seed, enjoying how hot it felt on her body and how it smelled even stronger and more manly than his pre. As the jets of cum landed on her head, it made her brunette hair whiter and lighter than it usually is. Feeling that he was on his last, weak, heavy spurts, he pointed his huge cock at her mouth, which she opened hungering once more for his seed. He covered her face and filled up her mouth once again with these spurts, and she fervently swallowed down every drop that made its way into her mouth.

The two giants grinned at each other, having enjoyed the dragon's twelfth orgasm for today. She let out moans of lust and desire, being covered in his strong-smelling seed and rubbed it all over her body. She noticed that the tv was now ruined, smashed open from his cum smacking into it. "I never knew your seed could actually be destructive, Hellblazer..." she then noticed that it was throbbing and still harder than diamond, ready for more action, "and it's still so stiff after having ejaculated so much. You're not even showing signs of slackening off."

The dragon chuckled darkly. "Of course not, Colonel. I've been known in my legends for raping many, many people in one sitting. The several ejaculations I've had so far today are just the tip of the iceberg."

Renee gave him a smile. "Well I would like to see far you can go then. I don't tire so easily, my partner, and I would like to lose my virginity to someone who could last me a while."

Drake gave a half-smile, giving his throbbing cock slow, powerful strokes, treating her to the visual of his flared cockhead being partially covered by the gliding motion of his foreskin repeatedly. "I'm glad you're willing to last long with me, Renee, but I already cummed several times today, so unfortunately, you won't get to see my full limit." He then looked at the camera behind him, and noticed that a smudge of cum had covered the lens, along with shards of cum-covered glass from the tv surrounding it. "Partner, would you be so kind to retrieve the camera and put it on the bedside table, please?"

"Sure, partner." She then got off the bed, shaking her head back to get some ropey strings of cum dripping off her hair.

Drake layed down on the pillows with a hand behind his head while stroking his cock with the other. "You know, partner, I've already filmed two tapes of porn tonight. One of them is going to be sent to emperor Kiaru by the agents of a victim I assassinated a few hours ago tonight, and I've been thinking that I should send copies of the other tape and this to him just to piss him off, especially since the tape I just filmed involved the violation and death of two of his stepchildren."

She laughed as she wiped away the smear of cum on the camera lens when she grabbed it off the table. "That sounds like a good idea, partner. Maybe sending those videos would make him get his ass over here and do something about law enforcement since those cops couldn't do a thing to save themselves from you. This would possibly have him reestablish the military as the law rather than have a spineless police force looking after Drewen." She then placed the camera on the bedside table, the lens facing the dragon. She then climbed back into the bed with the mercenary, laying a hand on his cheek and giving him a kiss, with which he felt the strong taste of his potent seed on her lips. "Now take away my virginity, lover. I want to feel the pain and bleed all over your cock."

Drake kissed back. "Even if you weren't a virgin, you'll bleed and feel pain anyway, partner. Every female who took me experienced it no other way." This was actually partially true, with the truth being in the majority of Drake's long life. Among his long, long list of women he fucked, there were some much, much larger than his true size could take his cock without pain nor bleeding, but all of those women have died a long, long time ago.

The young colonel chuckled. "Well I guess I have to look forward to a lot of pain and bleeding in the future then... along with some wild times" Drake grinned, getting in front of her cum-covered body and sitting on his knees. He positioned his long obsidian shaft in front of her virginal gates, already lubed up with her blood, draconic seed, and saliva.

The young ligeress watched as his huge, engorged cock head began to prod her gates, which were already slickened with her sweet, creamy nectar and her vaginal liquids. "Don't hesitate, Hellblazer. I can take the pain. Take my virginity from me!" The dragon leaned down to give her a kiss, then started to push in using his powerful abs. She let out a wince and wrapped her arms around his powerful, muscular back as she felt the tissues of her vaginal gates get ripped right open when his cockhead pierced into them, but refused to cry out due to her proud nature. Despite the fact that she is bigger than Linda Maril by over a foot, she never had been penetrated by even a normal-sized cock, and thus her hole was much tighter and smaller than that of the smaller giantess. With her hymen completely destroyed already, her virginal blood immeditedly sprayed out in bursts of crimson streaks around his ebony spear and onto the bed sheets, staining them red and mixing with his draconic seed, her vaginal lubrication, and her creamy ejaculate already resting on the bed.

He murred as he pushed in three quarters of his shaft into her tight hole, feeling it expand in a vain attempt to comfortably fit his oversized cock with her vaginal walls. Despite the tearing pain, which was made all the worse since she was a virgin, she refused to even cry tears as he pushed in further with his lethal weapon, getting in another foot in her. Gritting her teeth in agony, she reached down and grabbed a hold of his hips as he kept pushing, tearing up her vagina even more. "Hurry up, my partner. I don't want to be waiting any longer for the pleasure that I'm sure you will provide." She stared into his fiery, crimson eyes, showing no fear of the pain that is to come. Several things would rightfully have fear running down the proud warrior's spine, but pain wasn't one of them.

Drake understood her diligence and gave her a few strong shoves, each shove pushing in at least a foot in her. He knows very well that she could take in the entirety of his cock, but he tried to ease the pain. He likes to be sadistic with rape victims and with captured criminals, but with a woman like this, he was going to be rough, powerful, and dominant but not torturous. He wasn't out to cause pain, but to instead cause pleasure for his partner.

Renee gritted her teeth and grimaced with each shove, which ripped and tore apart her tissues even more and caused her even more terrible pain, but still refused to let tears roll down her cheek or let a sound out. She even helped him with his shoves, pushing his hips towards her with each shove. The fact that she worked up quite a lot of vaginal lubrication and cummed beforehand really did help, but it still didn't prevent the horrible pain that tore throughout her body. He felt these liquids mix with her continuously flowing blood to add as more lubrication for his immense shaft and ease her pain more.

He couldn't help but murr as he felt her bleeding hole stretch as inch upon inch upon inch of his gigantic, obsidian length slid into her. With one final shove, he pushed the last of his huge length into her body, bringing it to the hilt. He was now buried within her up to his balls, which rested against her delicate rosebud and firm buttocks. Her torn, bleeding cunt was now permanently stretched, expanded beyond what her body intended for her. She started to relax as the pain lessened from the lack of movement, but it still remained. The biker had a smile on her face despite the pain. "I never dreamed I would lose my virginity to a cock this huge, nor did I expect it would be able to fit inside all the way. Then again, I didn't expect you, the infamous the murderer of Wakusa of all people, to ask me to sleep with you rather than try to force yourself upon me like so many men did beforehand."

He smiled back. "Well I did find you to be my type of woman, both in looks, size, and personality. You're one of the very few who do..." She pulled him in close, opening her mouth to give him a passionate kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He murred, tasting more of his strong-tasting seed on her tongue, and pushed his tongue against hers, slipping his tongue against her mouth. The two partners didn't try to establish dominance over the other as they kissed, but instead explored each other's mouths freely with their tongues.

As they murred from the deep kiss with passion, she felt him begin to pump inside her. She silently winced in his mouth as he started the pumping by slowly pulling out the six feet of his long, wide, dark tower, causing a combination of blood, vaginal liquid, creamy nectar, pre, spooge, and saliva to spurt out of her torn sex, and then pushed it back in with a powerful thrust of his abdominals, causing more bloody fluids to spurt out in crimson bursts, but not as much as when he pulled out. She felt agonizing pain from the initial thrust, but she also felt some pleasure within her. He then repeated the action again and again, this time going faster and stronger with each thrust than the initial one before going at a steady pace. The bed rocked violently from the brutal fucking, with the metallic headboard smashing into the wall repeatedly, mirroring what happened when he had fucked Maria in the ass.

She kept wincing in his mouth from the pain of his deep penetration, still refusing to make a sound of pain, but also found that the pleasure was beginning to increase with each pump he took to her with his obsidian length. This added onto the pleasure she felt in her mouth as he swirled his long, draconic tongue in her mouth, repeatedly sliding it over and under her own. The growing pleasure increased her lust and desire for him, wanting him to continuously fuck her despite the agony being inflicted on her once-virginal body. As he parted from their passionate kiss, he saw that she was starting to tolerate the pain. "I'm beginning to feel the pleasure, partner. Go harder on me so I can feel it more."

She then nuzzled into his powerful neck, feeling him increase the strength and hardness of his thrusts at her request. She felt every inch of his oversized dick scrape against her inner walls, including every thick, engorged vein which bulged with his hot blood along with the gliding motion of his foreskin. The increase in strength caused her pain to rise, but also caused her pleasure to rise with it. She also felt his crimson balls repeatedly smash into her buttocks and tail hole with each pistoning, giving her a combination of pleasure and pain down there as well. She started to moan as her lust and pleasure within her body grew on with each passing moment, getting closer and closer to the level of pain and making it much more tolerable than beforehand.

He moaned, enjoying how tight she felt around his cock every time he stabbed into her body like it was some sort of huge, thick, blunt, dark-colored training sword, except it wasn't made out of wood and could be genuinely used as a lethal weapon. Her hips bucked strongly underneath him as the sound of her blood, saliva, vaginal lubrication, and creamy ejaculate squelched around his huge pole, the sound pleasing to both partners as they continued their hard fucking. He enjoyed hearing the sound combined with the sound of the metal headboard thrashing against the wall. He pistoned into her harder, causing more blood from her gates to spurt out around his cock and landing on his crimson balls and the bed with each thrust.

She moaned in lust, her pleasure now equal to the level of pain and starting to rise above it. Her arms began to explore his body, caressing over the muscles of his powerful neck, upper legs, arms, sides, and shoulders. She squeezed strong and firmly them, feeling how hard his muscles were underneath his tough skin. Unsurprisingly, she found that each powerful muscle was just like squeezing onto pieces of really hard rock and metal. This truly confirmed to her why he had withstood her powerful blows without much trouble during their fight. This confirmation also increased her lust and desire for him, bringing her more pleasure. "Your powerful muscles are just like those of a heavy statue rather than that of a bodybuilder's, Hellblazer. How is it that you are so damn strong?"

He had given out a few growls in response to her strong, firm squeezes, enjoying the touch. "It's just like how you got your muscles, Renee. It's from constantly training and working out. It's also from countless battles and rapes as well." Although that was a good answer, he knew that there was much more to it than that. Although a normal person can get pretty damn strong and muscular by constantly training their muscles beyond their limits, the dragon is something different. Due to his race's genetics, his musculature is constantly getting stronger and more powerful the more he works out rather than reaching a certain "limit." His joints and countless bones also get stronger with time over use, and all of this added greatly to his strength and resistance to fighting. He also knew that this principle also applied to ligers, who would keep growing and getting stronger over time due the their lack of a growth inhibitation gene. This was all witnessed by him through his association with one during his time with the Hellions. The only real differences between these two applications is that he has thousands of miniature bones in his body while they'll keep on growing.

Maria was masturbating again in the camera room as she viewed the dragon fucking the brains out of the ligeress on the monitor that displayed the room they were in. This time, she had slipped off her white bikini bottoms, which were soaked with her liquids, and had thrown them onto the floor. She also took off her white bikini tops so she could have more access to her breasts. She was really enjoying the show, giving her breasts and erect nipples firm rubs and squeezes with her left hand while simultaneously fingering herself hard and rubbing her clit with her right hand. She was burning with desire and lust for Drake at this point, yearning to be violently penetrated by him again.

The mercenary, continuing to enjoy the ligeress' squeezes, started to return the favor, going over her ripped, muscular body with his right hand. He went over the hard muscles of her arms, sides neck, shoulders, including the barbed wire tattoos on her left arm. She groaned, feeling his powerful hands caress her wonderfully sculpted body, admiring the curves and hardness of each tissue. He then went over her muscular belly, where he felt a slight bulge repeatedly moving up and down within her in conjunction with his violent thrusts. He chuckled darkly as he felt his own cock rub against his hand underneath her skin. He then upped the speed of his furious pounding, grunting as the number of times he felt his own cock rub against his hand increased exponentially.

This caused her to lean her head back onto the pillow, close her eyes and let out a loud cry of pleasure. He was violently ramming her repeatedly with increasing speed and strength, loving at how hot, bloody and pleasurable her stretched womanhood felt on his cock and how her ass and tail hole were being smacked sore by his gigantic balls. She loved the feeling too, the pain barely noticeable. She soon felt herself nearing a climax again. "Oh Christ, Hellblazer. I'm going to cum on your cock for the first time!"

He kept grunting, feeling her bloody cunt begin to tense up on his huge tree trunk. "Then cum, partner. Bath my cock in your hot, sweet cream!" He kept the pace of his brutal fucking, murring as she kept tensing up more and more on his huge tube steak. Screaming and crying harder and louder as her pleasure kept increasing, she pushed her arms further downwards on his back, getting affectionately closer to him. She soon let out a loud roar of orgasmic lust and pleasure as she felt her ripped pussy clench hard around his cock for the very first time. She moved her arms onto his hard buttocks, pushing them forward in conjunction with his violent thrusts to increase her orgasmic pleasure. He roared with lust as her vaginal lips and walls kept clenching in her climax, making her feel tighter around his manmeat. He also felt her creamy nectar build up within her, mixing with her blood, and surge around his cock, which blocked the surge from coming out merely through its girth. She soon felt the torn gates of her vagina dilate with increasing width as the moments passed by, and then let out a scream of pleasure as the gates widened enough so that her creamy, bloody mixture spewed out around his shaft, splatting against his balls, thighs, and his belly and abdominals.

He enjoyed the feeling of her warm liquids going all over these areas. After about 2-3 minutes, he felt her orgasm begin to die down, but she still clenched weakly onto his shaft, providing him with extra pleasure. Feeling the warrior's arms move from his back, he sat up on his knees, giving her a view of his powerful abdominals brutally ramming his cock into her fast and repeatedly like a huge, bloody jackhammer. Grunting and murring, the dragon moved his vision downwards and looked at her lovely tits bouncing from the force of his bloody, violent fucking. He laid both of his huge, muscular hands on her nice, firm tits and gave them nice, firm squeezes. She moaned at this, loving how his hands felt on her virginal tits. She then groaned as he rubbed her erect nipples, making circles with them within her areolas. This combined with the pleasure he was already giving her, making the experience even more pleasurable for her. She then saw him lean down and begin to lick and suck at her tits...

Maria gasped in lustful pleasure as she kept viewing the two soldiers. She had already cummed a couple of times fingering herself and rubbing her tits since Renee cummed on Drake's dark warhammer. Seeing the mercenary orally please Renee's breasts, she leaned her neck down and brought her left breast to her mouth. She began sucking and licking her own tit, enjoying the taste of herself. She knows that Hellblazer is enjoying the taste of Renee's tits, and this brought her more pleasure. She then saw Drake give Renee a passionate kiss, which the ligeress returned just as passionately, causing the black tigress to desire her master even more. As the moments passed by in the camera room, Maria heard and saw the ligeress cum a few more times on the dragon's monstrous cock, each time letting out a loud roar as her cunt clenched hard on his long, dark pole. The black tigress cummed some more times with her, thinking about the pleasure the giantess must be feeling the whole time. She also noticed that the wall behind the headboard was now damaged by the violent thrashing of the metal headboard, which was also showing signs of damage.

After a few more minutes, Renee, with her continuously bleeding vagina clenching weakly against the huge girth of her lover's shaft, soon felt Drake's large member heat up even more within her body, stiffening even harder, and expand and widen against her inner walls. Having already experienced this with her mouth, throat, and esophagus, she knew that the dragon was building up to an orgasm. Murring with lust and desire, she stared at the mercenary assassin's face. "Bath my womb in your seed, my partner! I want to feel the full fury of your climax in my body!"

The dragon responded vocally not with words but with grunts and cries of lust as he felt his another tsunami of semen rise deep within his cock. Growling loudly, closing his eyes tightly and gritting his teeth, Drake rammed himself faster and more fiercely into the ligeress, causing her blood and juices to spurt out more rapidly and at longer distances. Screaming loudly, she wrapped her arms around his back once again, feeling so close to another climax. Soon, he let out another loud draconic roar as he thrusted his full length all the way into her body, feeling a white hot explosion fire out of his cockhead, bathing her insides with jets of his seed. She roared at full voice with him, feeling him continuously pump into her fast, long and hard as wave after wave of his molten hot cum flooded her insides, searing them as they went well past her womb and into other areas. The gates of her torn, bloody cunt, which kept clenching orgasmically around his spurting cannon, soon dilated again with a growing surge of a bloody mixture of both their love juices, which was blocked by the very object that was filling her up. Soon, the searing hot mixture spurted out around his cock when her vaginal lips have expanded enough, splatting against the bloody bedsheets, his gigantic rubies, and his black thighs.

Panting heavily in lust, Renee felt Drake pump the few, last, weak heavy spurts of his cock into her body, thus giving her his full climax within her just like she requested. However, he kept pumping into her, his lust still not satisfied and his cock still harder than diamond. She moaned lustfully, her pussy still feeling pleased by his strong pounding. "I see that you're all ready to go right after you popped my cherry, lover."

He murred, feeling her permanently stretched cunt still weakly clenching onto his behemoth shaft as it rammed through her. "I still have many climaxes to go, partner. It'll take more than a hundred to even get me tired."

She laughed. "Well then let's see if we can reach your limit. I always enjoy a good challenge..."

Back in the camera room, Maria groaned heavily as she saw her master and his partner continue their fucking without taking a break. She had cummed to the sound and sight of the dragon's climax, and is now happily masturbating as the two giants went at it again immediately afterwards. To her amazement, she watched Drake pull out partially, turn Renee over onto her right side, and then layed on his side behind her into a spooning position, ramming the rest of his cock into her. She watched as the dragon moved his left hand over the ligeress' brunette crotch, which was exposed to the open, and play with it and her erect clit right in front of the camera sitting on the bedside table, all the while watching him repeatedly ram his obsidian war hammer up her bleeding cunt. The black tigress kept masturbating hard as she watched the two go at it like this for hours, trying out different positions both orally and vaginally, but ones where he is always in the dominant position despite her wanting to be the dominant one at times. She also could easily hear their screams and roars of lust and pleasure coming from the room even without the monitor playing as they were loud enough to be heard through a series of walls.

Eventually, she stopped fingering herself and started fisting herself, her cunt big enough to easily fit in her hand due to Drake having stretched her out. She watched the two giants repeatedly cum over and over, with him usually pulling out to give Renee a shower in his hot seed, and then go back to it as the hours passed by. Eventually, she saw the two begin to slow down, finally taking a break after Drake had achieved nearly a hundred climaxes while Renee achieved over a hundred. She saw that he was laying on his back, giving his still hard cock slow, powerful strokes with his right hand, while Renee was laying on his left side, his powerful muscular arm wrapped around her back.

Renee was panting, having been cummed both inside and out by the draconic mercenary. The bed, wall, and surrounding floor was now a filthy mess, covered in blood and strong smelling seed from the many fuckings. The metal headboard was now warped from the pounding and the wall behind it was severely damaged. She was the one who actually requested a break, as she felt a little tired from all the fucking. She was amazed that Drake's penis was still harder than diamond, even after having cummed nearly a hundred times in their session and over a hundred times throughout the day total. He even didn't show signs of slackening off nor did his huge, amazing ejaculations show any sign of lessening in amount. This astounded her. "Damn, Hellblazer. You're like a fucking machine. I've spent hours trying to get you to reach your limit, but it seems I was the one to have became a little tired."

Drake grinned as he saw Renee toy with his metal dog tags on his chest, dangling them in her hand. "Well you did achieve in getting me off nearly a hundred a times, partner. When you are rested and feel like going at it again, I've been thinking of giving your tail hole a try. I want to see how tight your ass is compared to your pussy."

She smiled, rubbing his chest. "Since my anal virginity is the only thing you haven't taken away from me, I might as well give it you. You've been a great lover to me, Hellblazer, and I'll gladly let you tear through my asshole if it's just to please you. You're perhaps the closest thing to a mate I have, but I'll always view you as a partner, even if I do love you like I did Jerry, well except you're more like a lover rather than a sibling." The word "love" just sparked an interesting thought in her head. "Hellblazer, have you ever falling in love with anybody, like perhaps a mate in the past before becoming a pit fighter? I'm curious to know, since all I ever heard about you in your legends was when you joined the Hellions, your time with them before their deaths, the destruction of Wakusa, and so on..."

Drake glanced over to her, seeing her staring at him as she waited for an answer. He let out a sigh. "I did once, Colonel. She was a giant dragon like me, and was also unique from other dragons, myself included. Like you, she's proud and possesses a ripped body, but was much taller, stronger, and tougher as well. She was also much faster and deadlier, enough to be a legitimate threat to me. We've done many, many things together, including having many children and shared lovers together. I regard her as my true mate and love. Unfortunately, we were separated by a true monster, and I hadn't seen her since. That was a long, long time ago, long before I even became a pitfighter."

Renee glanced up at him, feeling a little sorry for the mercenary. "You sound like you miss her very much, like how I miss Jerry." She nuzzled into his crimson chest. "What is her name?"

Drake answered nonchalantly. "Her name was Echidna."

The ligeress' eyes widened. "The only dragoness that I know by that name would be known in myth as the Mother of all Monsters. Are you saying that she and your mate are one and the same?"

Drake nodded. "They are. She's not as bad as the myths presume her to be, but she is still pretty bad judging from the things I've seen her done. I still love her with all my heart though."

"I'm sure you do, partner. It's just didn't expect her to actually exist nor did I expect, you, the infamous Hellblazer, to have been her mate and lover." She layed her head down on his left pectoral, enjoying his manly smell. She watched him stroke his slickened cock, slickened with blood, draconic seed, saliva, vaginal lubrication, pre, and her love juices, with slow and powerful strokes, getting hot from watching it along with seeing his glans get partially covered by his foreskin repeatedly.

Maria also heard the whole story, also feeling sorry for the mercenary. She now knows that a mythical figure exists, and wonders how long Hellblazer has known Echidna. Maybe she'll ask him and find out later on. She waited for the show to continue.

After a several minutes had passed, Renee lifted her head up, kissing Drake's huge neck. She now felt rested enough. "I'm now ready for you to take me in the ass, partner. I want to feel you tear me up like you did to my cunt!"

The dragon chuckled, giving her lick on the nose. "Well then bend over on all fours, colonel. I'm ready to please you again." He watched her sit up and lean forward, her back facing him. She lifted her tail up, exposing her delicate rosebud to him. He sat up on his knees and positioned himself behind her, continuingly stroking his cock. He pointed it right towards her hole. "This is going to hurt you worse than me popping your cherry, partner, but I'm sure you already know this."

She turned her head towards him. "I know, Hellblazer, but I'll take it. I do not fear pain. Penetrate me all the way!"

He grinned, prodding her anus with his slick cock. This caused her to murr a bit. "Well get ready for the pain, partner, because here it comes!" Her pleasurable expression suddenly turned to one of anguish as he began to push into her ass. She winced and grimaced as she felt his engorged, flared cockhead pushed its way through her tiny asshole, causing it to immediately tear and bleed. She held back a cry as she felt his girth increase as he pushed in more of his length in her, painfully expanding her muscular ring. Even though his huge length was already slick and lubed up, it still hurts like a fucking bitch.

He murred as he pushed in a foot and a half, enjoying how tight her ass muscles were vainly pressing against him. She gripped the filthy covers and held back tears and cries as he gave a few more pushes strongly with his abdominals, piercing into her bowels deeply with feet upon feet of his shaft. Her warm blood sprayed out around his battering ram as it tore her anus up, bathing it with her hot blood. He let out a moan as he gave one last shove, burying his cock completely within her, his crimson wrecking balls bumping into her torn womanhood. She couldn't help but open her mouth in pain as she felt her anus expanded beyond its natural limits, now permanently stretched just like her pussy is. However, she refused give in to the pain, not emitting a cry of anguish or have tears roll down her cheeks. All it resulted in would be her scrunching the bloody, cummy covers in her hand. He leaned into her ear, placing a hand on her cheek. "I know it hurts, my lover. You don't have to hold back your tears, cries, and screams of anguish. Let them out. It'll help with the pain."

She looked back at him, a pained but confident look in her face. "...and give you and the people who view this video the satisfaction that you were able to make me cry out in agony from being penetrated on your cock? Not a chance, unless you want to hear them to satisfy your sadistic tendencies..."

He gave a smile. "I don't want to hear you scream agony, lover. I want to hear you scream out in pleasure." He then gave her a deep kiss, passionately sticking his tongue deep inside her mouth. She couldn't help but murr as she joined her tongue with his, exploring his mouth again, giving him a taste of his strong seed which remained on her tongue. She then nearly let a cry of anguish fly out as he started to pump within her, pulling his a good length of his cock out and then ramming it back in over and over, tearing her asshole even further and causing hot blood to spray out with each push.

Grunting into her mouth as her tail hole pleased him, he didn't grab onto Renee's hips like he did with Maria as he pistoned into her. He instead grabbed her breasts and lifted her up so that she stood on her knees. He rubbed, pressed, and kneaded her breasts, stimulating her nipples with his fingers as he continued to passionately kiss her. The combined pleasure from this caused her to moan into his mouth, which signified she already starting to enjoy this. However, this moan also sounded a little pained due to the searing pain from her tail hole constantly ripping and tearing from his ass pounding, bursts of hot blood constantly bathing Drake's black legs and wrecking balls, which also stimulated her still bleeding pussy with their constant smashing.

She kissed more strongly into his mouth as he felt his right hand trail down her belly, going over her ripped abdominals. She felt him stroke a black, clawed finger down her naval and moved his powerful, scaly hand down further. Feelings of lust and desire ran through her as felt his fingers stroke through her bloody, cummy, brown pubes and press against the sides of her cunt. Her eyes opened wide and she began to murr into his mouth as she felt him stimulate her erect clit with his thumb while simultaneously rubbing against the outer edges of her the inner folds of her gates, which formed a bloody, gaping, torn up hole that was ripped from his huge cock and smeared with the cum of both giants. She murred more strongly as he shoved his index and middle fingers into her cunt, pumping them into her like if they were miniature, jointed cocks.

Closing her eyes, she moaned pleasurably into his mouth, licking his tongue more strongly with lust. This greatly helped with the searing pain from her ass being torn apart repeatedly by his ebony spear, which started to provide pleasure on its own. The two then parted from their kiss, strings of saliva connecting them. She groaned in lust and pleasure from him pleasuring her in all her areas, but then let out a wince as he increased the speed and strength of his violent fucking, increasing both the pain and pleasure coming from her ass being ripped apart by his enormous length. She soon felt the tearing pain start to lessen more and more as the minutes passed by, slowly being replaced by increasing pleasure. "Keep pounding away, Hellblazer! This ass fucking alone is beginning to please me!"

He chuckled. "Your ass is also pleasing my monster well, partner. It's going to be a great pleasure fucking you throughout our partnership!" He then increased the speed of his violent pounding again, giving her more pleasure and pain while solely increasing his pleasure. He also simultaneously squeezed and rubbed her breasts harder with his left hand while fingering her harder, faster, and deeper with his right hand. Grunting and moaning as her ass pleased him to no end, he also licked and sucked on her neck, giving it a strong suction.

She heavily groaned in pleasure from this along with him increasing the pleasure in her other areas. She then let out a gasp as she felt her cunt start to tense up around his fingers, signaling to her that she was building to another climax, which already happened over a hundred times tonight. "Oh good lord! I'm already going to cum from your ass fucking, Drake!"

He gave out a chuckle, increasing his speed and strength in all of her areas, providing her with even more pleasure. He also increased the suction on her white, furry neck, going real hard on her. She growled as this increased her pleasure heavily in all areas, including in her bloody tail hole whose pain is now much inferior to her pleasure. She kept screaming and crying out loudly as he kept violently fucking her ass while simultaneously pleasing her cunt, neck, and breasts, until she at last let out a roar of orgasmic joy. A deluge of her hot, creamy nectar mixed with blood flooded out of her torn womanhood and bathed both his heavy balls and his fingers, which were being clenched hard by her torn gates as they were simultaneously smashed into by his gigantic, crimson wrecking balls. She arched her back hard against his powerful chest and abdominals, which pounded against her spine as they repeatedly impaled her ass over and over again with his oversized cock like some sort of steel pole savagely violating her.

Renee's orgasm began to die down, but she kept crying out and gasping in lust and pleasure as the mercenary assassin didn't slow down his pace nor strength in any of her areas, including the ass pounding. She lustfully let out a scream in pleasure as she felt him arrange all the fingers of his right hand into a knife like position and then slowly shove them upwards, getting his whole entire hand and a good portion of his forearm arm into her bleeding cunt hole. Blood again sprayed out in crimson bursts from her hand, streaming down his arm.

As his huge, powerful hand was bathed in her blood, vaginal lubrication, his draconic seed, and creamy female ejaculate, he balled his hand into a fist and started fucking her with his arm. She kept screaming, feeling his arm and fist repeatedly ram into her in conjunction with his cock ripping her ass up, making it as sort of a brutal double penetration without using his huge, black tail or the cock of another male. "Your arm feels like another huge, but smaller cock fucking my pussy, Hellblazer! You really know how to please a woman!"

Drake stopped sucking on her neck, which now had some bruises from his suctioning causing some blood vessels to burst, giving her a hickey. "I'm aiming to satisfy you as much as I can, partner, so I'm glad you're being satisfied." He then pumped his fist and arm harder and more deeply into her, causing a slight bulge to appear on her stomach, repeatedly moving up and down just as fast and hard as his cock did in her ass. As huge amounts of blood sprayed out from both orifices every time he pistoned into her with both organs, she soon felt another climax rising within her...

Maria kept crying out in lust as she fisted herself hard, cumming once again to the show being taped in the Crimisnuff president's room. She soon roared out in orgasmic lust as she saw Renee cum again. She watched a powerful surge of bloody female ejaculate and draconic seed, blocked by his huge, muscular arm, build up within the ligeress' cunt and dilate her lips. She saw the colonel let out a scream as her vagina widened and started spurting out her hot juices all over the already filthy bed sheets and Drake's arm. This lasted for a full 2-3 minutes before Renee's second orgasm from the ass pounding died down. She then watched the monitor as Drake slid his arm out of the colonel's cunt and licked away at the bloody, cummy mixture on his hand, and then shared it with the colonel, who lapped at it fervently.

The black tigress loved how her draconic master was pleasing the biker, seeing him being real affectionate with her as he brought her to several more orgasms, this time with his brutal ass pounding alone without extra stimulation. She began to wonder if he was like this when he was with Echidna and with other women who fit his type. If he did, then those women were real lucky indeed, as this, along with the previous hours of fucking, made up the best porn she had ever seen...

The two giants were now roaring and yelling with lust and pleasure. Renee, her anus still trying to adapt to his large size in vain, was no longer standing on her knees again and was on all fours, feeling him repeatedly ram his huge, ebony spear into her ass and body with the rapid speed of a machine gun and the power of a war cannon, his gigantic pair of rubies smacking into her now being the sole stimulation on her torn and battered pussy. The mercenary soon felt his cock stiffen even harder and heat up once more, and pistoned himself harder and more rapidly into her in order to bring himself closer to another wonderful orgasm.

Renee, feeling another climax rising, prepared herself for his powerful tsunamis, having already felt them erupt all in her cunt and all over her repeatedly. Feeling another wave of cum rising, he kept roaring and grunting loudly as he pumped himself even more fiercely and rapidly into her ass, causing blood to spray out of her tail hole everywhere. "Feel my fury, Renee!" He then gave out a strong, powerful thrust, roaring out in full voice as he erupted into her ass. She roared with him in erotic ecstasy as she felt her rectums, bowels, and beyond fill up with his molten hot manjuice. He repeatedly pounded his ebony tree trunk into her as it let out powerful bursts of his wonderful spooge like cannonfire. She felt her muscular ring, ripped and torn, widen with a gigantic surge, which was blocked from coming out by his huge cock, until it expanded outward to bath the rest of his shaft and balls, her cunt, and the bed in his hot seed.

After shooting his load for a whole three minutes, he pulled his cock out of her to cover her back with a few last spurts of his heavy load. She then fell down onto the bed with her belly, rolling onto her cum-covered back. She had a grin on her face, noticing that he was still harder-than-diamond. She wasn't tired yet, and beckoned him with her finger. "You gave my ass quite a nice fucking, partner. Now let's see if you can please me just as well with another position."

He chuckled, stroking his cock. "You're ever so eager, colonel. Fortunately, my cock still yearns for pleasure, even after I cummed over a hundred times already..." He then climbed on top of her and continued their ass fucking. Like with her cunt, they tried different positions in which he was dominant over her, and added to their growing list of climaxes. However, she did notice that within many ejaculations into her anus, his ejaculations had finally been slowly decreasing in amount, showing that there was indeed a limited amount to the oceans of seed in his gigantic crimson balls. Also, his cock's stiffness was now just as hard as diamond, and was slowly getting softer after each climax the dragon had reached. After he had several more climaxes, making today's total 128, the pair or more specifically her, decided to finally stop for now.

It was somewhere in the morning, an hour or so after daylight had risen. The two lovers were now laying together on their sides, with him laying to his left and with her laying on her right, face to face on the bed, which had finally collapsed under the violent, brutal multiple fuckings the dragon had given her. The sheets, floor, and walls were covered in pools of blood, seed, and female ejaculate, the metal headboard was even more warped from thrashing against the wall, and the wall itself now had a hole in it from the headboard's thrashing. Renee, panting hard and covered in Drake's potent, virile, manly seed and her own blood, felt too tired and exhausted to continue on, and was surprised that the monster was still rock-hard. His cock, slickened with blood, pre, and semen, is no longer near the hardness of diamond, but is still much harder than the likes of titanium, tungsten, and other hard metals. "Damn it, Hellblazer, you still aren't satisfied?"

Drake gave her a smirk. "I am for the most part, colonel. These multiple orgasms have actually brought me closer to my limit in a long while..."

She let out a sigh of disappointment, having failed the challenge of reaching his limit after over a hundred huge ejaculations, even when he had busted his nut over 10 times beforehand on the same day. "You really are a monster, partner, both in bed and in combat."

He stroked her cheek with his left hand. "Speaking of combat, partner, when are we going to head to Dallas and annihilate the Hellcats? I know you're burning with revenge for Vin's blood on your hands."

She smiled. "We'll head over there after we clean up and shower again. Although I'm tired from being pounded raw by you all night, I'm hardly affected by lack of sleep. I can actually sleep for a short period time, and then I'm all okay."

"Well the same goes for me. I can stay up all night and hardly feel tired, even after a whole lot of fucking. Let's head to the shower." He then turned to his right, climbing out of his side of the bed. As she climbed out to head for the bathroom, he remembered that the camera was still recording on the bedside table. He leaned over and turned it off. The snuff film was now complete, and ready to turn it in to his client. That doesn't mean that copies can't be made beforehand though. "The last part about murdering the Hellcats can be edited out, since it's unnecessary..." Drake silently thought to himself. When he set it down, he heard Renee turn the shower on, letting the water run once again.

He turned from the table and headed towards the bathroom, but then he heard a knock on the door leading to the hallway. He heard Maria's voice. "It's me, master. Can I come in?" When Drake and Renee were resting after her vaginal fuckings, Maria had brought her bikinis to the laundry room and slipped her clothes along with Drake's and Renee's, setting the water temperature to cold so that the colors won't bleed out on each other. After Drake was done anally fucking Renee, she had then took the clothes out of the washer and had put them in the dryer.

She heard him respond behind the door. "You sure can, bitch. Open the door and enter." Maria turned the knob of the door and entered. She was unsurprised at the huge, bloody, cummy mess the room was, as she had seen the whole thing on in the camera room. The black tigress was surprised that his cock was still rock-hard. Perhaps not as hard as it was when he first fucked her, but still enough to satisfy her desire for him.

He saw that she was naked and her crotch, thighs, and right hand were matted with her creamy love juices. "I noticed that you were enjoying yourself in the camera room to me and Renee, bitch. How was it? Did you like it?"

She nodded. "I loved it, master, but I'm still burning with desire for you. Can give me a fucking before we go to Dallas? I would be grateful."

Drake thought of it, his cock still hard. "Ah why the Hell not? I like to please my women." He then pointed towards the bathroom. "Renee is in the shower. Join her and I'll please you as she watches." He saw her smile and walked right into the room. As she walked past him towards the bathroom, he gave her a slap on the ass, causing her to yelp in surprise.

Renee was already in the shower, washing the blood and cum off of her body as she faced the wall. She heard somebody jump in with her. She thought it was Drake. "I was wondering what was taking you so long, partner, I..." She stopped as she saw Maria get in front of her, letting the shower wash over her hair and fur. "What are doing here, Maria?"

The smaller female turned to face her, her creamy nectar slowly washing off her body. "I asked my master if he could please me, and he said yes."

The ligeress then heard Drake's voice come from behind her. He had entered the bathroom and climbed into the shower silently without making a sound. His cock was still softer than diamond, but was hard enough to still satisfy any woman big enough to take it. "It was my idea to do her in the shower so you could receive a show, partner. I'd still like to satisfy my lust one more time with her if you don't mind."

The young biker watched the mercenary grab his bitch by the hips and push her up against the wall, rubbing his shaft against her pink vaginal gates, which were already wet and slick with her creamy nectar. This elicited a murr from the tigress. "Oh, I don't mind, partner. I'll enjoy this show." She then watched Maria cry out in pain as the dragon pierced into her once again with his oversized cock, tearing up her gate and causing it to bleed. After Renee saw the tigress go through some agonizing moments as Drake shoved in a few good feet of his cock, but not at the way to the hilt, she then watched her lover begin to fuck his bitch brutally and violently just like he did with her. Getting hot and lustful again from the sight of Maria's tits bouncing up and down along with her blood spurting out of her cunt as Drake both pleasurably and painfully rammed his black rod into her while pounding her into the wall, Renee couldn't help but bring her hand down to her torn, bleeding cunt and masturbate to the sight. Drake was indeed a great fucker, even after having shot his load so many times both in and out of her, usually simultaneously.

The ligeress watched Maria cum many times onto her master's gigantic cock, having fingered herself to many orgasms. It really wasn't the orgasms that tired her out, but from the actual fucking the dragon took to her. With Drake however, it felt so much fucking better than masturbation as Maria is currently experiencing. After a long while, during which a lot of Maria's blood and sweet nectar squirted onto the shower floor, Renee then watched Drake start to pump himself harder and faster into his bitch while roaring and growling more and more, his cock stiffening back to harder-than-diamond and heating up inside Maria. She knew that he was going to orgasm soon, she leaned up gave him a lap on the cheek, getting his attention. She whispered into his ear. "Shower us both with your hot tsunamis, partner. I want to feel them splash over me one final time."

The dragon suddenly moved his right arm from Maria's side and pulled Renee in tightly against him, giving her a deep kiss. She couldn't help but murr as she felt her partner's tongue strongly dance against hers, hearing him growl and groan loudly into her mouth. The colonel then heard and felt her partner cry out loudly inside her mouth as an eruption of his molten hot spooge erupted into Maria's body, causing his bitch to scream in lust. After around 30 seconds of continuous pounding and cumming, the dragon pulled his spurting monster out, dropping Maria onto the floor, and stepped back a little. Giving his 6 foot + cock hard, rapid strokes, he aimed it as both cats and showered both of them in his seed. They both murred with delight as they felt the hot, white slime splatter onto them, enjoying its heat, taste and smell. However, the spurts were smaller than they were beforehand and didn't shoot out as fast due to Drake having gone through so many ejaculations beforehand. After around 1-2 minutes of constant shooting, Drake went up close and aimed at both Renee and Maria's faces. They both opened wide, eagerly catching his last, weak, heavy spurts with their mouths. They moaned, enjoying the still strong taste of his cum as thick, ropey strings dripped off of their bodies.

Drake grinned at the two, his cock still hard as he had not reached his limit. He then went to both of them and began to wash them off with both his hands. His partner and bitch enjoyed his strong, firm rubbing on the skin and muscles of both their bodies, and rubbed their hands all over his body, washing him as well. As they did, they saw his huge erection finally shrink down to its flaccid state in an amount of time shorter than what it usually takes to get him soft, now satisfied with what it's had. He moved his vision down towards Maria, whose cunt continually bled out a mixture of her blood and love juices along with his seed. "You can now clean off my cock, my bitch." She nodded and knelt down, washing off her master's cock with great care.

Renee move over to Drake's left side, glancing down at Maria, and then up towards Drake. Something was on her mind. "Hellblazer, what are you planning on doing after you help me get revenge on the Hellcats?"

Drake glanced over to her. "I'm not sure, partner. After I'll kill the Hellcats with you and deliver the snuff film we just made to the client who hired me to kill Willie, I'll perhaps stay in Drewen for a few more days and then move on, waiting until the Assassin's Guild gives me another client to work for. I would take Maria along with me, and you if you'd like, in order to satisfy me in the meantime."

Renee thought about it for a sec. "You know, partner, I would rather stay here in Drewen, despite the fact that I'm marked here as a criminal. It still needs to be purged of crime and hopefully with the capital's police force gone, Kiaru would re-establish the military as law enforcement so that the nation would have a real force upholding its laws instead of a spineless one. However, that still doesn't address my needs to make it a nation more tolerant to other races. I hate how they're treated like crap around here and Tigris in general..."

"If was the one leading this nation, partner, I would re-establish the military as law enforcement and make it tolerable to non-tigers." Drake said, "However, I'd highly doubt Kiaru would just hand it over to a monster like me, the infamous destroyer of Wakusa. Not only that, I doubt that the tigers of this nation would see me as their king. I'm a dragon, not a tiger or liger, so I can't be a pack leader. I have no right in challenging a king, let alone an emperor, as a rival."

Maria glanced up at him while washing over his gigantic rubies, which now felt lighter due to the huge loss of fluids. "You could establish yourself as the landser, master. There are very few landsers in the history of Tigris who belonged to other races, and the tigers got along with them as their leader just fine. Of course, these landsers had to be real strong or skilled in order to defend themselves as they were not tigers, but I'm sure you'll have no trouble with that, considering your strength and skills."

Renee liked that thought. "That's actually a great idea, Maria. I think it would be much better for Drewen to turn into a merc nation with you as its landser, Hellblazer. That way, it would satisfy this nation's needs and make it more tolerable for other races. You don't need to keep wandering around waiting for assassinations to come by, partner. You need a nation of your own to call home, and I believe Drewen is just the place."

Maria chimed in with her. "That is true. Also, Tigrisian landsers do have the status equal to those of kings, so not only you get to rule over everybody in your territory, you get to have any female you'd like to slate your lust. Many women would love to get a taste of your draconic cock I'm sure of it."

Renee smiled at the tigress, knowing that is very much true. "So what do you say, partner? After you help me kill Vin and his thugs, do you just want to wander around from nation to nation as a homeless assassin or do you want to rule a nation that you could call your own, getting to fuck as many women as you'd like and giving Tigris another place for non-tigers to proudly call home?"

Drake put some thought into this. It is true that he when he had stopped being a terrorist and joined the Assassin's Guild, he simply wandered aimlessly from town to town across the nations, doing nothing but killing and raping whenever he felt like it until the Guild contacted him for an assassination, and then started wandering again after the assassination was done for decades. He also knew how to rule a nation due to both having been a prince of his own birth land, which was destroyed many millennia ago, and a king and emperor of his own empire, Tigris' cruel empire of Reagen that is now regarded as myth. Not only that, he'd be able to command a nation of mercenaries, much larger than the Hellions ever were, and get to mate with as many females as he'd like, ensuring a new generation that would naturally be more tolerable to other races such as dragons. "You know, Renee and Maria, being a landser does sound like a good idea. I'll become one and make Drewen better than it ever was!"

Renee leaned against his left side, happy that he went with her and Maria's suggestion. "Since I am your partner now, I would like to rule your merc nation besides you as your landsa. I would like to turn Drewen into an ideal place and help wipe it clean of the filth, scum, and vice that inhabits its streets."

"Sure, no problem, Colonel. You'd make a fine landsa alongside me. Besides, you are closer to my current size and able to last me a long while, which is what I prefer in a woman."

Renee raised an eyebrow as something caught her attention. "Current size? You can change sizes, Hellblazer?"

Drake chuckled. "I sure can, partner, along with having retractable bone spikes and bone claws." He held forward his right hand in front of him, and Renee gasped as she saw many spikes quickly slide out of his skin, including a set of three bone claws coming out between the knuckles, "There are many things people don't know about me, and I'd like to keep it that way for now." The bone spikes and claws then slid back into his skin. He glanced down at Maria, who had finished cleaning his genitals but is enjoying their manly, musky smell. "So what do want to be in my merc nation, bitch? Do you want to be a part of my army, or are you happy where you are as my slave?"

She stood up, looking up to him. "Although I'm fine where I'm at, master, I would like to be an intelligence officer. Even though I'm good with weapons due to having had Maximus as a mate, I'm better at gathering info and keeping in with contacts such as the Assassin's Guild. I'll serve you well."

Drake thought of that. "So you want to be a spook? That's a very nice choice, bitch. However, you will still help me and Renee wreck her vengeance on the Hellcats for killing Jerry and Raikov, won't you?" He saw her nod. "Good, now let's dry ourselves off." He then turned off the shower and climbed out, with both his partner and bitch following him. He then grabbed them three dry towels and the three dried themselves off. During the rubbing, he thought of something. "Um, Renee, could you tell me again where Vin and the Hellcats are again? I only heard you say it once and the only part I remember is that it's in Dallas."

The giantess was rubbing her brunette hair dry when he said this. "I said they were at their usual hangout, which is a bar in Dallas, Hellblazer. I told that they went there to celebrate, remember?"

Drake began rubbing his huge, flaccid cock dry along with his oversized pair of rubies. "Well could you tell me about it? There are many bars and pubs in Dallas, and I was wondering what this one is."

Renee was about to answer, but Maria had cut her off, as she was listening in the conversation as she rubbing her sides dry. "The bar the Hellcats hang out in, master, would be a public one that's called Loup Fleau. Maximus, despite his horrible ways, took me out there sometimes, and I decided to learn about its history. What I learned is that it was the very first bar established in Dallas back when it was a village during King Fabian's reign. Ever since its founding, it was owned by an arctic wolf that came from Tesa, the capital of Lupia. He had came here some years before Krostavia's war against the N.W.O. and the Loup Garou began, so he didn't participate in the Battle of Tesa nor did he have any affiliation with Umbra and either group that participated against Krostavia. I nor anybody else figured out what his name was, as everybody kept calling him Barkeep. He is treated like garbage by the tigers, myself included, like the rest of the minorities around here, especially by the Hellcats...well with the exception of Renee and Jerry of course."

Renee glanced over at her with a look of surprise on her face. "Well that's a lot more than what I would've known, Maria. I would've given Hellblazer just the name, and the fact that it was owned by a wolf from up north, but you wound up giving him info that I wouldn't of known. How do you know such info?"

Maria's face turned towards her. "I have my sources, colonel..."

Drake spoke in on the conversation. "My bitch does have a point, partner, as evidenced by the fact that she was able to get in contact with the Assassin's Guild and hire me to assassinate Maximus for her. She would make a great spook for me after she gets some training."

Maria looked towards him. "Well I prefer 'intelligence officer', master."

Drake shrugged his powerful shoulders. "Whatever, bitch. They both mean the same to me..."

After rubbing themselves dry, the three then walked out of the bathroom and into the ruined, filthy bedroom. With Maria grabbing the camera at the bedside table, the three exited the Crimisnuff president's bedroom and went into the hallway, heading left towards the laundry room. Entering the laundry room, they got all of their clothes out of the dryer, with the exception of Renee's boots since those weren't washed and left at the side, and put on their respective clothes. This included the military boots included for Renee and Drake's glasses along with his various weapons and the snuff tape he had unwittingly filmed at the police station. Also, Renee's white shirt still had crimson blotches of Jerry's blood stained on the back and crimson blotches of Willie's blood stained on the front.

With Drake leading the way, the three then got out of the laundry room and made their way down the hallway. Going downstairs, they moved out of the camera room, going past all the corpses of the Crimisnuff employees and the lynx gang leader, and to the upper left end of the "Z" shaped hallway. Going down it, they skipped the bathroom and the torture room where Willie's corpse is and went to the lower left end of the hallway. With Maria now in the lead, the trio made their way through the complex's series of corridors, going past all of the things Willie went past, such as pipes, brick walls, machines, etc. Eventually, they headed right towards the metallic door which served as an exit out of the building. Sticking out in front of it on the right wall was a red button that allowed anybody inside to open the door without having people in the control room to open it for them. Maria pressed the button, and the metallic door slid up, exposing the trio to the morning light of day.

Renee followed Drake and Maria as they stepped out of the doorway and headed off the premises, going onto the street. She stopped as she saw her partner and his bitch go underneath the same overpass that Willie had passed by, heading right towards its base. After a few moments had passed, she heard the sound of an engine being turned on, and her eyes widened as she saw Drake's vehicle, which looked similar to a Stryker, come into view. She was impressed that her partner went around the streets in the huge armored vehicle. She also presumed this where kept his cache of weapons, seeing that he was armed enough to take out the police station. Seeing it drive onto the street and stop several meters in front of her, she heard the back open up, along with a metallic ramp being set down. She then heard the revving up of a motorcycle, and saw Drake drive his huge customized chopper out of the back, turn it around to right side of the armored vehicle, and drove between the ligeress and the vehicle's front, with his bike's right side facing her. "Impressive bike, partner. Am I going for a ride in it?"

Drake nodded, tapping the right side a bit. "If we're going to Dallas, partner, I might as well do it on this! My bitch will be riding behind us in my vehicle, the Shaker, so you could either ride with her or with me. It's your choice."

She went over the chopper, hopping onto it. She wrapped her arms around Drake's coat and rested them against his muscular waist. "I'll ride with you on your bike. I'll check out your vehicle later before we take care of Vin and his scoundrels."

Drake, glad that his partner was riding with him, took out his black, round-rimmed, red-lensed glasses out of a pocket in his coat and put them on. He also got out an extra pair of black shades for Renee that he took from the Shaker just in case she did want to ride with him. He turned his face over the Shaker. "Let's go to Dallas, bitch!" He called out to Maria who was in the vehicle. The black tigress had heard him, and pressed a button. This caused the metallic ramp to lift upwards into the vehicle, laying itself onto the vehicle's floor as the back door closed. She then started backing up and turning right in reverse, lining up with Drake's motorcycle. Drake gave his chopper a couple of revs and sped out onto the streets, with the Shaker driving close behind him.

He drove on throughout the city's streets which, unsurprisingly, were empty and very quiet. News had gotten out throughout the city that the infamous mercenary Drake "Hellblazer" Harkonen had destroyed the police station and killed everybody inside. Now everybody is terrified that the monster who had destroyed Wakusa might target them next. As for the military within the city, it seems that they're just as scared as the citizens and have ordered everybody to remain inside their homes, and keep a lookout for the dragon just in case he decided to attack the rest of the city. Even worse, General Raikov had went missing last night and nobody knows where he is, adding to the tension. Some soldiers looking over the city with binoculars on top of a skyscraper saw Drake ride out of the city on his chopper with a giant, tattooed, brunette ligeress behind him, and followed by a huge, black armored vehicle. They saw he was heading towards Dallas...

The military had also contacted the other towns and cities and issued the same orders, having the police and soldiers ready just in case Hellblazer shows up and starts wrecking havoc on the citizens, police, or military. Since these orders were issued throughout the night, this made the roads between cities empty during the day, with no vehicles moving between them. Renee noticed this, and an idea came to her head. She leaned up to his ear. "Speed this baby up, partner! I want to feel the wind blowing on my face!" Drake grinned and revved up his motorcycle, accelerating it enough to cause it to go into a wheelie. Renee heldly tightly against him as he tipped the front wheel back onto the ground, accelerating the bike more. Maria watched as her master and the colonel sped away from her, leaving the Shaker in the dust. Seeing them get further away, Maria pressed down on the gas pedal at full throttle, accelerating the Shaker to full speed.

Renee and Drake had a fun time zooming down the road at high speed, testing out the limits of the dragon's customized chopper. The motorcycle was really fast, being able to go over 180 MPH despite not being streamlined. Although the two partners were unaware of the reason why the roads were empty, they were aware that something was up, and had a feeling that Drake's assault on the police station had something to do with it. Renee laughed as she felt the wind blew on her face and had her long, brunette hair whipping in the air. Drake had a grin on his face as he felt her tighten her hold against his waist.

After a period of time had passed, the two saw they were nearing Dallas and decided to slow down to a stop, waiting for Maria to catch up with them. After a while, they eventually saw the Shaker come into view, going at its top speed. She eventually slowed down when she saw Drake and Renee at the side of the road, waiting for her. She stopped in front of them and lifted the top door off to look at the two. "I was little worried that you and your partner had left me, master, to go to Dallas all by yourself..."

The dragon looked up at her. "We were just having a bit of fun before we reach the city, bitch. We need the Shaker anyway, since it has all the weapons I'm not carrying on me. Besides, when me and my partner do attack the bar the Hellcats are hanging out at, I'd rather have some weapons on her. This a bar full of a biker thugs, not mere motorcyclists, after all."

Maria glanced up at him. "Well do you even have a plan, master? I mean there are citizens in there besides the bikers, after all."

The dragon looked at her. "Well I need to see the place first before I come up with something, bitch. Let's go check it out..."

On top of a few skyscrapers were some soldiers. They were contacted by the military in the capital and were told that Hellblazer and at least two other people were heading to Dallas and so they were on a lookout facing the direction of the capital. One soldier, who was accompanied by a few others, was viewing through binoculars and managed to spot Hellblazer riding down the road on a huge chopper followed by a huge, black, Stryker-like armored vehicle, along with seeing who appears to be Colonel Renee Howlitzer, whom they don't know her status as a criminal, riding with the mercenary on his bike. The soldier then spoke to his fellow men to turn on the radio and contact both the soldiers and police in the area. They were now going to keep an eye on the dragon, wondering where the infamous mercenary is going to stop next.

The trio rode through the streets of Dallas, which just as quiet and silent as the capital was. Wondering why the streets of the town is just as quiet as that of the capital, Drake followed Renee's instructions on how to get to Loup Fleau, with Maria following. After turning many corners and going through many blocks, the trio made their way near the center of the town. Going under the shadows of a few skyscrapers, they stopped short of their destination, which was many meters straight ahead of them. Surrounded by a few two-story buildings with a large alleyway in the back was a large, two-story building that served as the local bar of the area, with all of the windows covered by blinds. What Drake had noticed was that there were no other vehicles parked in the area except for 36 motorcycles, which were all lined up in one row, one car, and a humvee, most of which belonged to the Hellcats. The only vehicle that did not belong to the biker gang, as told to him by Renee, would be a blue BMW E53, which was owned by the barkeep, meaning that the Hellcats only had one car in their possession and not two.

Drake glanced over to Renee. "It seems that the only people at the bar would be the barkeep, and the Hellcats themselves, partner. How members are there in the Hellcats, excluding you and Jerry?"

"There's a total of 39 members, including Vin Hesser. Do you have an idea to get them all except Vin, Hellblazer?"

He thought about it. "Does this bar have any other exits besides windows and the front door?" She shook her head. "Well I have a plan then. It won't involve me going in there guns ablazing, but it does involve you and Maria. Come with me in the Shaker and I'll tell you about it." He then slipped out a remote and clicked on it, opening the back of the Shaker, which also lifted the metallic ramp off the vehicle's floor and tilted forward onto the road. He then turned the vehicle around and drove to the back of the Shaker, going up the metallic ramp. The ramp then lifted back into the vehicle as the door closed, and Drake began to tell his plan to both Renee and Maria, which involved having a couple of drinks at the bar first and then killing the bikers.

Soon enough, Drake opened the back of the Shaker and dropped down, followed by Maria. He was armed with large-caliber handguns, his Dracos, both swords sheathed on his back, and on his utility belt both frag and stun grenades along with several knives, both of the throwing and combat variety. Maria was armed with a machine pistol and some C4 charges. Turns out Drake had more than just grenades in the box of grenades, which also had some claymore mines. Still, grenades made up the majority of explosives within the box. Closing the door behind them, Drake and Maria went around to the side of the vehicle and glanced up to see Renee climb out of the top. She was equipped with a pair of handguns, some fragmentation grenades, a broadsword sheathed on her back, a sawed-off semi-automatic shotgun also sheathed on her back, and a scoped Mosin-Nagant bolt-action sniper rifle, which uses 7.62 mm caliber bullets and is customized by Drake to have a pistol grip and the normal stock replaced with a paratrooper's folding stock, and also had the end of the barrel customized with a suppressor built into it. Although Drake had a huge amount of guns and weapons, both old and modern, Renee chose the ancient sniper design because of its lighter weight, greater reliability, potential for greater accuracy over modernized snipers, and with the ability to control loading, and felt that this was the perfect gun for getting her revenge.

The ligeress also has 5-round stripper clips in her pockets so she could load the weapon fast after depleting five all rounds rather than manually putting them in one by one. She moved along the top and positioned herself behind a gun shield attached to the front of the vehicle, also properly shouldering the weapon. She then signaled to Drake and Maria to move forward towards the bar before looking into the scope, which was focused on. The black dragon and tigress moved along, eventually coming into the view of Renee's scope. They walked into the parking lot of the bar, where they could hear some hard rock music playing inside.

Drake told Maria to place the C4 charges between the bike in evenly spaced positions. He watched the front entrance as she did so, making sure that nobody was coming out, along with the windows, making sure that nobody was looking through the blinds. When she was done, he told her to go back to the Shaker and stay there. She followed her master's orders and walked away from the parking lot, heading straight towards the Shaker, which was hidden in the shadows. Drake, seeing her walk off, went towards the door of the bar. When he was face to face with the door, he looked up and saw a sign hanging above the entrance. The words "Loup Fleau" were emblazoned on it and it displayed a picture of a few purple-petaled flowers of aconitum, commonly known as wolfs bane. Staring at it for a bit, he opened the door and leaned down his head to enter.

When he lifted his head up, he saw that the bar room was filled with nothing but bikers. They were all tigers that were mainly orange, moderately white, and sparsely black. Some wore white or black muscle shirts, plain black t-shirts, or just nothing at all on top of their strong bodies. Some of the ones that did wear shirts sometimes wore them without anything else on their upper bodies, but the majority mainly wore black leather vests or black motorcycle jackets on top of the shirts, with the back of the vests and jackets emblazoned with the words "Hellcats" in red letters above a picture. The picture was that of a helmet-wearing Demonic tiger skull facing to the left with a huge yellow-and-red avian wing pointing to behind the skull while attached the side of the helmet. The pants the bikers wore were all blue or black jeans, and they were either wearing black biker boots or were barefoot. Their hands were either bare, had black biker gloves, or had black, fingerless gloves on.

What they wore on their heads were either bandanas of various colors, all of them worn in the style that Drake is wearing them, nothing at all, or black open-face biker helmets. Some of them were also wearing glasses that were either black shades or black, round-rimmed glasses with dark lenses. All of these bikers were tattooed either in the arms, abdominals, chest, neck, and back, with the majority having tattoos in a combination of these areas. A good number of these tigers were also smoking either cigars or cigarettes, filling the bar with the smell of cigar/cigarette smoke.

All of these tigers were armed with various pistols and broadswords. However some variously had double-barreled sawed-off shotguns, submachine guns, blackjacks, knives, chains, electric prods, and/or brass knuckles. Jerry and Renee did not allow their members to carry these weapons on them whenever they were around the gang, but Vin allowed them to freely carry them around whenever Jerry and Renee were gone. These tigers were also all heavily muscled and totaled 28 in number, excluding those upstairs and in the restrooms, making for a fierce bunch. Finally, all of these bikers were drinking huge amounts of beer and were eating pizza amidst many tables while the hard rock song Drake had heard playing outside was blaring on the inside thanks to speakers placed on either side of the bar. (Here's the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTnhCBHrRng) It seems that these ruffians were still celebrating their new leadership under Vin Hesser, who Drake sees is missing and is presumably upstairs with the rest of his men.

Within the bar itself was none other than the wolf Maria had spoken about. He is eight feet tall, has greyish black fur, is lean and muscular but not as muscular as the bikers, had a vertical scar starting from the top of his left eye and trails down to the bottom of the same eye, and was wearing a pair of black jeans, and a dark grey t-shirt. He was busy serving two bikers, who were also treating him like shit. Although the wolf had on a calm face, Drake could see it in his eyes that the wolf was holding back lots of anger. Normally, when the Hellcats come, it would be about 8-12 members that come to have drinks and stuff for the night. Usually, Jerry and Renee were with the gang members during the visits, and these two were always nice to the patrons and the wolf, who always enjoyed the company of the two. During other visits, it was just Vin Hesser and his thugs, who were quite the opposite of Jerry and Renee, harassing the patrons and treating the wolf like crap.

This time, however, it seems that the whole entire gang, with the notable exception of Jerry and Renee, went into the bar, kicked all of the other patrons out of the bar to the wolf's dismay, and partied all night and morning, drinking beer and eating pizza. They also mistreated and harassed the wolf the whole time, really getting on his nerves despite his calm demeanor. Even worse, Vin had forced him to give him his living quarters upstairs for the night, making use of his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, etc. He didn't know what the Hellcats were celebrating about, nor why are Renee and Jerry absent and he does not want to know. He and the bikers were also unaware of the capital's police station being shot up nor were aware of the military's actions. The wolf also saw Vin and a good number of his men drag somebody not part of the gang upstairs but he couldn't recognize who it was. He did know it was an orange, shirtless tiger wearing military pants and with a bag over his head...

Grabbing his glasses and slipping them in a pocket, Drake made his way through the bar, as he was going to have a drink before starting the massacre. He went past the majority of the bikers in the room, many of which noticed the giant black dragon pass by and wondered what the fuck is the dragon doing here. Arriving at the bar, Drake sat down on a stool, a few stools across from the two bikers, who were a white tiger and a black tiger. These two, the black tiger over 11 feet tall and the white one over 12 feet tall, were armed with pistols and broadswords, and the white tiger had a double-barreled sawed-shotgun as well. Drake called out to the barkeep and ordered a bottle of whisky. The wolf, seeing at the huge stranger and was both amazed and scared at the sight, got out the bottle and opened it for the mercenary, setting it down for him.

The two tigers looked over at the dragon and were incensed at his presence they went over the back of the dragon, with the white tiger going to the dragon's right and the black tiger to the dragon's left. They didn't care about the dragon's huge size nor his huge swords. They just cared that he was here and felt his presence was ruining the party. The other tigers did as well but were not foolish enough to get close to the giant. "Hey dragon!" The white tiger said. "This party is for Hellcats members only, and you're obviously not a member, so get out or else me and my buddy here will mess you up!"

Drake took a swig of his whisky, and then set the bottle down. "Why should I leave? This is a public bar, after all, and thus I can enter of my own free will. Now let me drink at this bar in peace, fuckers, or else you're going to pay the consequences!" He was intending to kill them anyway, but only after he had a couple of drinks.

Both bikers were incensed at the dragon's words. The white tiger pushed the twin barrels of his sawed-off shotgun into Drake's temple, while the black tiger grabbed the dragon's bottle of whisky by the neck and smashed it open against the counter, spilling its contents all over the counter, the floor, and the front of Drake's pants, and held the sharp points of the broken bottle under the dragon's black neck. "What did you just call us you piece of shit?" The black tiger said, pressing the sharp points of the bottle lightly into Drake's throat. "Say it to us again and you will be leaving this place alive!"

Drake fiercely growled at the two, his anger quickly rising. Not only was he openly threatened by these bikers, which he was going to kill anyway, but now his drink was all over the floor, the counter, and his crotch. "If you don't get your weapons off of me, fuckers, you'll be the ones coming out in body bags!"

The white tiger was now pissed off. He had just called them "fucker" twice. "Let's waste this asshole on the count of three..." He then pulled back both hammers of his shotgun. "One..." Drake sighed. He was going to start the plan a little earlier than he had planned. "Two..." He heard the white tiger say. Before the white tiger could say three, Drake suddenly bit down onto one of his upper back teeth on the right side, in fact the same one that he bit in order to kill Maximus Striker with a bomb. When the tooth depressed downwards into his gum, the device within activated and released a signal which activated the C4 placed within the line of bikes. With a second, all of the C4 charges simultaneously activated and blew up, causing a huge explosion that destroyed all 36 bikes, sending their pieces flying in every direction, including the windows of the bar.

All of the bikers, including the white and black one threatening to kill Drake, jumped as they felt the force of the explosion and heard it, the noise so loud that it easily drowned out the hard rock music blaring in the room. Not only that, pieces of shrapnel from the destroyed bikes were sent flying through the windows, breaking glass, tearing through the blinds and embedding themselves in the bodies of several bikers that were near the windows. These particular bikers screamed as they felt the flaming hot pieces of metal and glass stab deeply into their arms, legs, torso, neck, and/or head, sending all of them into the floor. Some were killed by the metallic assault, with a few instantly killed through having had their brains and/or hearts pierced by shards of hot metal and/or glass, while the rest were mortally wounded by having a few arteries pierced thus allowing them to bleed to death, by having their throats pierced, thus allowing them to suffocate and choke on their own blood, and/or by having several organs within the torso stabbed through, thus dying from various reasons. The rest of the bikers hit by the shrapnel survived, only to be left screaming in horrible agony as the metal and glass pierced into them burned their flesh and tissues. Some even had their genitals pierced through, causing them to howl in anguish as they felt their cocks and balls burn and sizzle from the metal.

The rest of the bikers stood dumbfounded and terrified at what just happened, realizing that somebody had just annihilated their bikes and injured and/or killed some of their comrades. The black and white threatening Drake one felt the same way, distracted from trying to execute the stranger. Drake immediately used this moment of distraction to grab the black tiger's hand holding the broken bottle with his right hand and simultaneously grab the white tiger's hand holding the double-barreled sawed-off shotgun with his left, resting his thumb on both of the two triggers, with lightning quick speed. Before the two tigers could react, Drake yanked both their arms towards each other, causing the broken glass of the whisky bottle the black tiger was holding to stab and twist into the white tiger's throat, and causing the twin barreled shotgun to be crammed into the black tiger's mouth, pushing onto both of the twin barrel's triggers. The white tiger made a gurgling sound as he felt his throat torn open and have hot blood gush out of his throat, and the black tiger back of his neck explode as both of the steel barrels went off in his mouth, sending blood, gore, and buckshot flying into the wall and sent the black tiger falling to the floor, blood pouring out of the gory hole in the back of his neck. Drake then quickly reached down onto his utility belt with both hands, grabbing fragmentation grenades on his belt with both his right and left hands. He pulled the pins of both grenades with his thumbs...

The rest of the bikers, hearing the sound of the double-barreled sawed-off shotgun going off, turned around to see Drake leaping over the counter and into the bar, ducking down as he landed, along with seeing the corpse of the black tiger laying on the floor and the white tiger falling off his stool as blood gushed out of his stabbed throat. They then heard the sound of two objects rolling onto the floor on opposite sides of the room. The wolf, who had stood there terrified at what the giant dragon had just done, gasped and ducked down when he realized what just rolled onto the floor. The bikers looked down and saw that the dragon had thrown a couple of grenades at their feet.

Just as the bikers started to move in a panic, the grenades went off, tearing all of the bikers standing right over them into gory pieces while completely destroying the tables as well, and sent some of the bikers near them flying either dead or alive and knocking several tables over onto the floor, and the rest of the bikers within the radius of both explosions were knocked off their feet, landing on the floor, and/or crashing into tables, the walls, or other bikers. The bikers who were far away enough from the radius' of the grenades jumped from the force and sound of the explosions, and either were still standing or were crashed into by other bikers. Whatever the case, the ears of the survivors rang from the sound of the explosions.

As soon as the explosions cleared up, Drake slightly poked his head out over the bannister, pulled out two stun grenades in his hands, pulled the pins off the canisters, and threw them at the survivors who still stood, who were beginning to get their hands on their pistols, submachine guns, and twin-barreled shotguns. He then ducked his head completely over the bannister again, and both stun grenades landed and soon exploded, the bright flashes of light blinding each of the survivors and the loud, ear splitting booms torturing their ears even more so, disorienting them completely. Drake then stood up, with both Dracos in hand, and started firing away at the survivors who still stood. The victims screamed as they felt the armor-piercing, explosive rounds from both submachine guns rip through their bodies, tearing off arms, exploding heads and punching holes in their bodies. Most of the victims hit by the gunfire screamed in agony and began to bleed to death while the rest were instantly killed. Also, the walls hit by the bullets had holes punched into them from the armor-piercing qualities of the SMG rounds.

The wolf, who had ducked down the whole time with his hands beneath his head, saw Drake slide both Dracos into holsters within his coat. He then saw the giant turn towards him and walk towards him. The dragon reached down, grabbed him by the upper front of his shirt with his right hand, his claws piercing into the fabric, and lifted him off the ground, making the lupine's face level with his. "I'm looking for Vin Hesser. Tell me how many rooms are upstairs, what they are, and which one is Vin in. If you don't, I'll rip you to pieces and decorate your own bar with your guts you filthy cur!"

The wolf was terrified with fear as the monstrous dragon gave him a fiery glare with his crimson eyes, making his blood run cold. "There's... there's just 7 rooms upstairs. They are my living quarters, you see. The first room you'll enter would be my living room. The doors within that room would lead to my kitchen and dining room, my guest bathroom, my laundry room, and my bedroom, which leads to my closet and personal bathroom. Vin has forced me to let him spend the night there and is most likely in the bedroom or living room, although judging from the sound of the havoc you caused, he is most likely either going to come down here or try to escape. He has 5 other thugs up there with him, dragon, so you'd better watch out."

Drake dropped the barkeep onto the floor, who fell over ten feet before landing hard. He stared down at the wolf. "Thanks for telling me that, cur. I'll let you live for now." He then glanced out at the restroom door. "If any Hellcats come out of that restroom, cur, tell them that Drake 'Hellblazer' Harkonen did this. That ought to send them running out the door..." Drake then jumped over the counter and headed upstairs, where he took out a pistol and started killing any remaining survivors. Upon reaching the stairway, he aimed towards the windows of the front of the building and killed the bikers who had survived the hot shrapnel piercing into their bodies. He then started to climb the stairs, intentionally leaving a few survivors alive...

At the back of the building, a second-floor window opened up. Climbing out of the window and onto the fire escape was an orange tiger more heavily muscled than the rest of the bikers. He was over 13 feet tall, was wearing nothing on his head, had a black muscle shirt on with a black biker jacket, had a black pair of jeans, was barefoot and had no gloves, held a submachine gun in his hands, and carried on him an AMT Hardballer, two broadswords, spiked brass knuckles, an electric prod, and some chains. He also had a gold metal-ball chain with a sniper rifle bullet hanging around his neck. This biker was none other than Vin Hesser, and he was fleeing like a coward. He had heard the explosions along with his men screaming downstairs, and decided to run rather than fight.

Climbing out the window and accompanying him were the five men who had remained with him during the night. They were one black tiger, one white tiger, and three orange tigers who were closest to him and had remained under his wing ever since he became a member of the Hellcats. They were also among the ones who helped him stage the coup against Jerry and Renee and were the ones who held both Renee and Jerry down and face each other so that he could kill Jerry with Renee watching. They were ordered to accompany Vin rather than deal with whoever was killing the men downstairs as he felt that it was better to have company than to go alone.

Climbing down the fire escape, the six bikers slid down the ladder leading down onto the alley below, where it landed into the asphalt with a clang. The six then started to climb the ladder down one by one, with Vin going first. The two then crouched down a bit and walked towards the left of the building, slowly and quietly going by. Vin is intending to get out of this alive with or without his men...

After Drake had climbed up the stairs, the barkeep just stood there, trembling in fear. As soon as he heard the dragon say he was Drake "Hellblazer" Harkonen, he knew exactly who he was dealing with. Even before the Battle of Tesa and the destruction of Wakusa 55 years ago, he knew about the mercenary and his time with the Hellions. He wasn't at all angry that the monster came and destroyed his bar the Loup Fleau, resulting in property damage and bills to pay. He instead felt terrified at the carnage the mercenary instigated and yet a little relieved at both the fact that he managed to so far survive an encounter with the dragon and that Drake went after the Hellcats, who he was glad were getting what they deserved.

He then heard some moaning coming from the floor, along with seeing some movement in various places on the floor. He was surprised that Drake had left some survivors alive, but then thought that he might of done it for some twisted purpose. He then saw the restroom door open and saw five bikers slowly walk out with their guns drawn out while cautiously looking all around. They surveyed the damage and heard the survivors moan, horrified at what had happened. One wielding a submachine gun went over to the barkeep while the rest looked for the remaining survivors to help them up. "Who in the fuck went and attacked this place, doggy?"

The wolf looked up at the taller biker. "It was none other than Drake Harkonen, sir. He asked for a bottle of whisky, two of your buddies confronted him, threatened his life, broke his bottle of whisky so that it spilled all over him and the floor, and then tried to kill him. That's when all hell broke loose and Hellblazer started killing all of your comrades. He's now upstairs looking for Vin. I don't know why, but maybe he wants to kill him perhaps?"

The biker shuddered at what the wolf just told them. He also knew who Drake was, and decided that it was best to get out of here. He turned towards the other four bikers, who had managed to help up seven survivors in total, most of which could stand up on their own, but with a limp or injury. "Men, we need to get out of here pronto! It seems that Hellblazer, the infamous destroyer of Wakusa, caused the carnage here and is upstairs looking to kill our newfound leader. If we move out of here right now, we might escape with our lives. Let's go now!" The biker then left the barkeep and headed towards the front door, with his fellow men, numbering eleven in number, following behind. Stopping at the door, he turned him and saw that right behind him two men that were holding up fellow biker who couldn't even stand up. Behind them were the rest of the bikers, three pairs of which were survivors with one man helping them stand up. The rest were simply three injured survivors, making the total amount of men, himself included, twelve. He then opened the door and moved out...

Renee, having seen the havoc the C4 charges wrecked on the bikes of the Hellcats from her scope, was keeping her scope focused on the front door. Maria was in the Shaker beneath her, viewing the scene from the window. The ligeress soon saw the front door open and saw a biker come out accompanied by 11 other bikers, the majority of which were injured and needed assistance in moving around. She watched the bikers look at their destroyed motorcycles and bemoan the fact that their precious bikes are now all destroyed. She then watched the first biker that came out, the one who isn't injured nor assisting anybody, point to the left the building, noticing that the 2 cars and the humvee the Hellcats had owned were still intact. She saw the first biker head towards the three vehicles followed by two bikers holding up another biker who couldn't stand up.

Having an evil, vengeful look on her face, Renee focused her scope on the head of the first biker and pulled the trigger. The Mosin-Nagant fired away from her shoulder, the flash of the customized muzzle being blocked by the built-in suppressor, and she saw the bullet strike into the head of the first biker, who had a good portion of his head burst into bloody gore and bone shrapnel when the bullet exited his skull. After his body fell to the ground, she lifted the Mosin-Nagant's bolt handle up and pulled it backwards, ejecting the empty cartridge from the rifle, and then immediately pushed the bolt forward and set it down, putting the bolt handle back in its place, with four bullets left in the magazine. Seeing the bikers panic, she then aimed and shot the head of the one of the two bikers holding the third one up, causing him to drop like a fly and having the other man to lug around the full weight of the helpless man on himself. Ejecting her second empty cartridge quickly, she then took out the helpless biker in the head, leaving the one survivor of the three holding onto a dead corpse. Quickly ejecting the third round, she then watched as the survivor of the three drop his dead comrade and run not towards the vehicles but towards the door, which was closer nearby. She aimed and shot him in the back of the head just he opened the door, the front of his skull bursting out onto the floor.

The eight remaining bikers outside knew that there were being attacked by a sniper, as they saw the fourth victim fall onto the barroom floor. Thinking that the sniper would hit them if they went towards the vehicles and the door, the eight instead ran to the right side of the building, with the 4 injured, unassisted bikers leading the way and lagging behind were 2 pairs of uninjured men holding up another man. Another suppressed shot rang out and struck one of the uninjured bikers holding up an injured biker in the head, causing the left side of his skull to shatter open and spray blood and gore all over the face of his injured comrade, who dropped to the ground, unable to get up. As Renee, who had fired and ejected the fifth empty cartridge from the Mosin-Nagant is now using a stripper clip from her pocket to push all five rounds down into the rifle's magazine to load it up. As the biker saw his fellow men round the corner and leave him behind, he called out for help, only to have Renee's sixth round go through his head.

As Renee quickly ejected the sixth bullet she fired, she then aimed towards the 6 remaining bikers as they went down the right side of the building and aimed at the remaining pair of an uninjured bikers holding up an injured one and took out the uninjured by putting bullet through the back of his head, dropping him and his injured comrade to the ground. Quickly ejecting the seventh round, and then aimed and finished off the biker laying on the ground as his four remaining buddies leave him behind, rounding the corner to the back of the building, where they would wind up seeing Vin and his men still sneaking to the left of the building. Ejecting her eighth cartridge, Renee saw that the remaining bikers are behind the building and thus her sniper rifle isn't of much use anymore. She then took her sniper rifle off the gun shield and opened the top door. She told Maria to drive towards the bar, as she was going to go inside and hopefully find Vin and finish him off...

After having carefully explored almost every room in the wolf's living quarters upstairs while armed with a pistol, Drake carefully entered the bedroom and saw that there was nobody there. He then carefully checked the bathroom, but and found nothing. He then saw that the window to the fire escape is open and figured that Vin and his five men must've escaped through that route. As he headed towards the window, he stopped as he heard the muffled voice of someone struggling from within the closet door, with the closet's light shining underneath the door. Silently getting closer to it, Drake went to the left side of the doorway, turned the knob with his left hand, and opened the door. Within a second of the door opening, he quickly stepped into the doorway, his gun pointed directly in front of him.

What he saw was nothing but what appeared to be a bloody, shirtless orange tiger who wearing green military pants and is tied to a wooden chair with rope. He saw that the tiger, who was 12 feet, 5 inches tall, was bigger and stronger looking than any of the bikers, Vin included, and looked a lot like a warrior from Krostavia would. The tiger was gagged and beaten up quite badly, covered in bruises and scratches and also had a sprained left arm. Lowering his gun and slipping it in its holster, Drake reached out and pushed the gag downwards off the tiger's mouth. "Tell me who you are, soldier, and I'll let you free."

The tiger looked up towards the dragon's face. "I am General David Raikov of Drewen's armed forces. Who are you supposed to be, dragon?"

Drake's eyes widened. He didn't expect to find Raikov here, and alive none the less. "I'm none other than Drake Harkonen, mercenary assassin. I'm surprised to find you here alive, general, since Renee told me you had died!"

Raikov was surprised. What was Hellblazer, who was infamous for his sadistic tendencies and the murdering of millions, doing here of all places, and how did he know Renee? "You know Colonel Howlitzer, Hellblazer?"

Drake began cutting the ropes off of him with his claws. "Yeah. I assaulted the police station in order to assassinate both the chief of police and the S.W.A.T. Captain, and wound up meeting her in the jail. After learning her story and finding out what Vin and the Hellcats did to her, you, and Jerry, I decided to become partners with her and get her vengeance on Vin and his thugs. She had told me that Vin killed you after he and his scoundrels turned into the police, so that's why I'm surprised."

Raikov felt the ropes loosen around him. He slipped out his good arm and pulled them off. "Well Vin was going to kill me after he turned Renee in, but the bastard decided to bring me here instead. He decided to beat me up for days simply for kicks and then kill me off."

The mercenary grabbed onto the tiger's back and helped him up. "He really sounds like fucktard to me. I'm surprised he wasn't an assassination target for one of my clients..."

Raikov walked along with Drake out of the closet, slightly limping. "Let's head toward the bed. I've been sitting in that damn wooden chair for so long, my ass has been sore and I need to sit on something soft..."

Inside the Shaker, Renee told Maria to stop when she was in the middle of the entrance of the parking lot. The black tigress did, and the Shaker wound up blocking the entrance with its size. The colonel then told the tigress to get some claymore mines out of the box of grenades and plant them along outer curb of the sidewalk on both sides of the entrance. This is to ensure that any bikers who would be using the cars to escape would wind up with a nasty surprise. As Maria opened the back of the Shaker and began to carefully plant the mines, Renee came out with the now-fully loaded Mosin-Nagant in her arms. She then crouched down behind the barkeep's blue BMW with her rifle properly shouldered and carefully watched both sides of the building in order to ensure the four bikers wouldn't come out. If any of them came around the corner, they would get a bullet between the eyes.

After Maria had planted the mines, Renee gave her the Mosin-Nagant and told her to get back into the Shaker. Maria did as the colonel ordered, closing the back door behind her. Renee then slipped both pistols out of their holsters and ran towards the front door of the bar, putting her back right next to the doorway. Waiting for a few seconds, she jumped in front of the door, kicked it off its hinges, and pointed her guns in front of her. When the door flew and crashed into some tables, she saw all the carnage and destruction Drake had done. This certainly wasn't a mere bar brawl but is rather a massacre instead. As she entered the room, she checked to the left, to the right, and above her while moving her guns with her vision in order to ensure that nobody was hiding. She then quietly moved along the corpses and destruction, moving towards the bar. When she reached it, she looked over the counter with both guns pointed, only to find nobody there. She then heard the restroom door kick open and she quickly spun around in a blur, aiming her guns at the restroom entrance. She did not see a biker, but instead only saw the barkeep step out while cocking a pump-action shotgun and point it towards her. She intentionally didn't fire her guns although she could have.

The wolf immediately recognized her. "Oh, it's you..." He did not know why the colonel wasn't here when Vin and the gang partied all night, but he had a feeling that she might have something to do with Hellblazer being here.

She set her pistols down as soon he set his shotgun down. "Barkeep, tell me where Hellblazer has gone to. I need to know what he is doing."

This confirmed the wolf's suspicions. "Harkonen has went upstairs to my living quarters to deal with Vin. I don't know why he specifically asked for his name, but perhaps he's going up there to kill him?"

"I doubt that, since I specifically told him that I would be the one to kill Vin." The colonel looked around. "Are there any more bikers here that I should be aware of, Barkeep?"

The wolf leaned into the wall. "Other than Vin and his five men upstairs, I'm not aware of there being any more thugs. You can go up there if you'd like. Hellblazer is still up there and he hadn't come down yet."

"Thanks for telling me that, barkeep. Stay here and be safe while I go up."

"I will, Renee. Just make sure to give Vin a painful death. That asshole and the rest of the gang had been treating me like crap ever since I've known him, especially all last night and all morning, and I wish to have him suffer."

Renee then lifted both pistols into the air. "I will, Barkeep. I intend to give him just that..." She then headed towards the stairway and climbed up the stairs. Opening the door at the end, she then carefully entered the living room and started to check out the remaining doors. Before she could, she heard a conversation going on. She carefully opened the door and peeked through the crack. She let out a gasp as she saw that General Raikov was alive and well, and that he resting on the bed and was talking to Drake. She fully opened the door. "David!"

Raikov looked with Hellblazer and both saw the giantess standing in the doorway. She walked into the room, surprised that her friend was still alive. "What are you doing here? I thought Vin killed you last night!"

"No he didn't, Colonel. That son of a bitch decided to beat the crap out of me continually for days before doing me in. Thankfully, the assault downstairs your partner did," he then glanced up at Drake, "sent the coward and his men down the fire escape. I don't know if Vin is still down there, but you can still look to see."

Renee then went over to the window and peeked her head out. There, on the left side of the back of the building, was Vin, his five men, and the four injured survivors who Renee hadn't shot. It seems that thanks to the four survivors, Vin and his five men now think that there's a sniper out there waiting to put a bullet in their head as soon they go around either corner. The ten tigers felt they were trapped like rats.

The ligeress then turned to face Drake and the general. "I heard that you and my partner were talking about something before I came in, general. What was it you were talking about?"

"Drake had been telling me what happened to you since you were brought into the police station, including losing your virginity to him and having a shower with him and Maria, who is, in his own words, now his bitch." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Well considering the circumstances, I don't see a problem with it despite Emperor Kiaru not giving you as a mate, or should I say partner, to the mercenary. I started disliking that guy since he kept the damned police force as law enforcement for Drewen. That son of a bitch really needs to think for the best of this nation rather than keep a useless novelty."

Drake looked out the window and saw that Vin and his men were still there. "So how are we going to deal with Vin and these 9 other assholes? I'm thinking that you should just throw a grenade down there and finish them off, partner. You did say that you wanted to kill Vin yourself, not me."

Renee left the general's side and looked down the window. She saw that Vin was standing to the right of the majority of his men while the rest were standing on his other side, close to the wall. He was facing the further end of the alley. She smirked. "Come here, you two, I want you to see this." She stepped onto the fire escape.

Drake went over to the window and stepped onto the fire escape. He then heard footsteps behind him as General Raikov, holding his hurt arm close to him, joined the two. Renee aimed the pistol she held in her right hand at the wall closest to Vin, where there were fewer men surrounding him, and fired the gun. The impact of the gun's hammer ignited the gunpowder and released the bullet from the chamber. It flew through the air at high speed and struck the lower portion of the wall at an angle. However, it did not pierce into the wall but instead ricocheted, deflecting downwards into the asphalt between the feet of several bikers near Vin. The bullet then ricocheted again off the ground and flew upwards heading towards Vin's crotch, which was Renee's target all along.

When the bullet reached its destination, Vin let out a howl as he felt the bullet tear through his ballsack, turning his left testicle into jelly, and then exit out the other end. He immeditedly dropped his submachine gun and crumpled down to the ground, screaming at full voice and crying as he had both his hands held tightly around his genitals, where a mixture made mainly of blood and partially of seed flowed down into the ground. The rest of the bikers looked up at the fire escape and their blood immediately ran cold. Standing with Hellblazer was none other than Colonel Renee Howlitzer, their former co-leader and whom they thought was still in the jail at the capital's police station. They then immediately understood that she was the sniper that killed their comrades, and now presuming that there's no more sniper waiting to get shoot them in the head, they all quickly left Vin, running around the corner to the left side of the building, where the vehicles were. Vin, seeing them leave and abandon him, including his five most trusted men, cursed all of them out, calling them spineless cowards. This is ironic as he was fleeing from Hellblazer when the assault in the bar started.

Drake and Raikov both weren't surprised at the ricocheting skills that Renee had just displayed. Raikov had seen Renee use this skill several times in battle and had seen her put it to more practical use. Drake, on the other hand, had just read about her using this skill, but had encountered much stranger things during his long life. Ricocheting is actually mundane to him compared to other things, such as the supernatural.

Renee then slipped her pistols back into their holster. Rather than climb down, Renee jumped off the fire escape, falling down two stories before landing, but wasn't hurt by the impact. Drake also jumped down, landing beside his partner. Raikov simply climbed down the fire escape. As Raikov was climbing down, Renee rapidly moved towards Vin, who was still laying on the ground and was too much in pain to even reach for his SMG. He saw that she had a look of furious rage in her eyes. He did not know how she got out of the police station nor what happened to the police station itself, but he knew that she was going to kill him. He knew that she was going to cause him pain and agony for betraying her and Jerry, and especially for forcing her to watch him kill Jerry and spill his blood on her face. He was absolutely terrified.

She was almost upon him. "You're going to pay for betraying me and Jerry, Vin!" She saw him move his right hand further up his pants to reach for a gun, but she delivered a lightning-fast hard kick right into his midsection just as he pulled it out. He screamed as he felt his ribs break and shatter from the blow and flew through the air, his back smashing into the wall behind him, the bones cracking from the impact. He landed hard on his belly, spitting up blood onto the ground and his body wracked in horrible pain. She continued, "You're going to pay with your life for what you've done!"

His right hand still on the gun, he weakly tried to lift it up, but she stepped down hard on his forearm with her right boot. He screamed as he felt the military boot crushed his arm with tremendous force, forcing him to let go of the gun. Her foot still on his arm, she reached down with her right hand and then knocked the gun far away from him. She then reached behind her with the very same hand and pulled out her sawed-off semi-automatic shotgun out of its sheath. She aimed at his right hand, still pinned down on by her right foot, and pulled the trigger. The biker leader let out a scream as he felt the buckshot rip through his hand, reducing it to gory pulp. She then took her foot off his forearm, slipped the shotgun back into its sheath and pulled out her broad sword with her right hand. As Raikov finished climbing down the ladder, he went over to Hellblazer's side as the Colonel turned the traitor over, grab his left forearm whose hand still remained on his genitals, and wrung his left hand out into the air.

Vin screamed as the ligeress moved her broadsword-wielding right hand in a lightning-flash blur, the blade slicing off his left hand within a second. The biker's hot blood spurted out of the stump of his left hand, and he longer has any hands to use weapons with, thereby making all the weapons he had on him useless. As he cried out from the pain, Renee stabbed him with a downward thrust into the right knee. He let out a yell, and then a scream as she twisted the blade, tearing the biker's bone, flesh, and cartilage, and made the knee useless. She yanked out the blade and proceeded to do the same with his left knee, causing the same, agonizing reaction from him, pulling the blade out as well. Vin panted hard as blood poured out of the gory holes of his now useless legs. He then watched as the giantess slipped her broadsword into its sheath and stood over him. He was weakening very quickly from blood loss. He knew that he was going to die, but he didn't know how she wanted him to. Was she going to let him bleed out or did she have something else in mind? He spat out a glob of blood onto her left boot, suddenly angered at the fact that he did not kill her when he had the chance. "So how do you intend to kill me you fucking bitch? Tell me!"

Moving fast as lightning, she gripped him by the throat with her left hand and lifted him up off the ground, letting out a snarl. "I want to feel your blood splatter on me like Jerry's did, asshole, except this time it's not going to be on my face..." She then plunged her right hand into his left side, going up underneath his ribcage. He could nothing but gasp and try to double over as she impaled him onto her arm, his blood pouring out of the horrible wound and splattering over her arm's white fur along with the already blood-stained white shirt. She digged in further and gripped onto his heart, which beated faster and faster from the pain and stress he was experiencing. Then in one brutal move, she quickly slid her hand out of the hole she had made in his body, ripping his heart from his body. With his still-beating heart in her hand, she then balled up her fist and crushed his cardiac muscle into a mushy pulp right in front of his him. She then dropped both him and the crushed heart onto the ground, where he very quickly soon died. She then reached down and ripped Jerry's metal-ball chain necklace with the sniper rifle bullet on from the corpse of Vin and put it around her own neck, signifying that she had finally avenged Jerry's death.

Raikov, having watched the whole thing with Hellblazer, went over to Vin's gun far away from the corpse and reached down and grabbed it with his right hand, slipping it down the back of his pants. He was glad that the bastard was brutally killed in this fashion, but he had to check on Renee. He went over to the giantess to see how she was. "Are you okay, colonel?" He saw that the colonel's expression was still angry as she stared down at Vin's corpse, but it then it slowly became blank. She had just slain Jerry's murderer and felt...nothing. She didn't feel any satisfaction... no feelings of relief... she still felt anger at what Vin at done. However, the proud warrior tried to compose herself, not allowing her feelings to overcome her proud nature. "I'm okay, general. I just need to cool down for a bit." She then turned away from the corpse and left it, looking stressed.

Drake looked at her go past him and stand there, looking up at the blue sky. Even though there were 9 more Hellcats to go, he and Renee could simply track them down and kill them with Maria's help later on. He knew that she was still feeling deeply upset over what happened last night and felt that she needed to sort her feelings out first. Raikov felt the same way. He knew Renee much longer than Hellblazer did and thus knows exactly what she's going through. As for what he thinks of Hellblazer in general, he thinks that despite his sadistic tendencies and infamy for his countless murders and terrorism, Drake wasn't as terrifying to him as he is to other people. He's also glad that the monstrous dragon is on his side due to Renee being his partner, or else he would have a very different view of him.

Maria, currently hidden in the Shaker, watched as the surviving group of nine bikers, who had made it to the parking lot and their two vehicles before Vin had died, were debating over something. Although they could've made it past the parking lot but then get subsequently killed by the hidden Claymore mines, they had stopped midway when they realized something. The Black Tigress heard three tigers say that if they escape, Drake and Renee could simply hunt them down and slay them, so escaping would be futile. Two other tigers suggested something similar about escaping and then splitting up, but the previous three tigers said that Drake and Renee will still hunt them down and slay them, except it'll be one by one. The final four bikers then suggested that since they all have agreed that Drake and Renee will hunt them down no matter the case if they escape, they might as well bring the fight to them and kill them right now hopefully overpowering them with their numbers. The other five tigers agreed on this and Maria watched them head straight towards the car and humvee, both of which have the keys inside the vehicles...

Several minutes had passed since Vin's death, and Drake saw Renee turn and head towards him, Jerry's bullet swaying on the necklace. She was much less stressed looking, like she was no longer upset. "Are you feeling better, colonel?"

"I am, partner. Although I killed Vin, I realized that it wouldn't of undone what he did." The ligeress then gave the dragon a smile, "But I now feel much better that you were willing to help me kill that bastard and avenge Jerry's death! We now need to hunt down the remaining Hellcats and slay them." The two partners then heard a noise behind them, and they looked to see Raikov climbing up back the fire escape. Although his left arm was hurt, it was still strong enough to enable him to climb a ladder, but he had to mainly use his right arm. "Where are you going, general?"

The general turned towards them, looking at the ligeress. "I need to check on the barkeep. I've known him for a long time, and he actually has been here in Drewen longer than I have. I'm pretty sure he saw Vin and his men dragging me upstairs, but I had a bag over my head during the time, so he wouldn't recognized me. I'll also contact the military to pick me up and assist you in hunting down those scoundrels, as I want them exterminated as well." He then continued his climb up the fire escape and went into the window to the second floor of the building. He then went downstairs and checked on the wolf, who was surprised to see him and was friendly to him. Raikov was also one of the few people in Drewen other than intelligence officers and medical personnel who actually knew the wolf's name.

The reason why Raikov is friendly to the wolf rather than treating him like a piece of garbage is because he actually wasn't born in Drewen. He actually was originally from the nation of Krostavia, which is one of the other reasons why he's on good terms with Renee and Jerry, and had known Malcolm Gorton back when he was a general. Before Gorton became a mercenary because of King William 85 years ago, Raikov was captured by forces of the then Prince Fabian's in a war with Drewen and was forced to have served under him. It was during that time that the soldiers of Drewen were exposed to the Kariram, Krostavia's training regime for its parachutists. Under the harsh and brutal training that Raikov put them through, the soldiers were now much better and more effective than they were before and were now close to having been on par with how Krostavia was before the Battle of Tesa 55 years ago. Even the reign of Mike Drozen didn't detract from their effectiveness in battle although it did prevent them from getting any better.

It was after Prince Fabian had slain his father in a dual to become king, and many years after Raikov had served King Fabian as general, that Fabian had began to establish a police force separate from the military as the primary force of the law. Raikov had hated this as took away power from the military, and had a strong disliking of the police. After Mike had slain King Fabian in a duel, Raikov heavily resented the vice-filled reign of Mike and his dislike of the police force grew to hatred when they were essentially being used as nothing but puppets for the king. When Emperor Kiaru took over, Raikov did not ask the Legend to make Drewen tolerable to other races as he knew that the other nations Kiaru had conquered were made intolerable to the other races, even Krostavia and Bergen, so he felt that was out of the question. He instead had asked the emperor to get rid of the non-military police and re-establish the military as the primary force of the law. When he was denied, he had strongly disagreed with the Dark Blitz's reasoning that the police force was a novelty in Drewen, but had kept his mouth quiet about it. Nonetheless, he was made to be the emperor's "watcher" of Drewen, assigned to look over it and keep it safe. Because of this, he was in command of Drewen's armed forces and was essentially the ruler, answering only to emperor Kiaru himself.

Drake and Renee then started walking down the alley towards the left side of the building, but then suddenly, the Hellcats owned humvee flew around the corner out in front of them, while the Hellcats owned car flew around the other corner on the right side of the building behind them. Each of them had one only one injured survivor in them. Both vehicles were soon joined by the rest of the bikers, with the humvee having the two remaining injured survivors behind it, while the car had the five tigers behind it. The biker in the humvee yelled out to them. "We're not going to flee, Renee and Hellblazer! We're going to ram you and then finish you off!"

Drake and Renee looked at the vehicles. Drake looked at Renee. "Which one do you want to take, partner? The humvee or the car?"

Renee pulled out a pistol and cocked it, facing the humvee. "I'll take the humvee, partner. You take the car."

"Okay, but let's see who can outdo the other, partner. Whoever wins will take the bikers who aren't in either of the vehicles!" Drake then faced the car, with his back against Renee's.

She grinned with a competitive spirit. "You're on!" The engines of the two vehicles were being revved up by the bikers inside them in a vain attempt to scare the two giants. After about five revs, both drivers pushed down full throttle on the gas, and both vehicles sped away, simultaneously charging towards the two fighters while the bikers behind the vehicles charged with them wielding their guns. Renee, estimating the speed that the humvee was going at, fired towards the ground that the humvee was going over. Her bullet then went underneath the humvee and struck the asphalt below it, and then ricocheted upwards and struck the gas tank. The vehicle then exploded, killing the driver and knocking the two injured survivors behind it off their feet. The vehicle was now a flaming mess, with the bikers behind it in a daze. "Try to beat that!" Renee challenged the dragon.

Drake smiled. "Well watch this then!" Drake just stood there waiting as the car came closer and closer to him. He did absolutely nothing at all, not even pulling out a weapon. Just as the car was upon him by a few feet, he quickly punched downwards with his right hand, striking the front of the car's hood and warping the metal around it. The blow was so fierce that the momentum lifted the bottom of the car and sent it flying upside down over Drake and Renee and continued to fly through the air, flipping repeatedly all the while. This caused the five bikers that were behind the car to stop, terrified at what they're seeing. The car then started to descend, heading right towards the two dazed bikers behind the destroyed humvee.

His fist not hurting at all, Drake then quickly judged how fast the car was flipping and then quickly pulled out a handgun with his right hand within a hundredth of a second and fired. The bullet flew quickly through the air and struck the gas tank a second before the vehicle would've landed roof-first on the dazed bikers. The driver and the dazed bikers were caught in the huge, fiery explosion along with being crushed a second later when the vehicle landed.

The jaws of Renee and the five tigers dropped. Hellblazer just sent a car flying and flipping with just a punch, and then on the way down caused the flipping vehicle to explode with just one bullet while simultaneously giving three tigers an explosive and fiery death! Renee may have heard stories of Drake lifting up tanks literally single-handedly, but this was something else. No wonder why they call him Hellblazer. She then walked towards a wall several feet away and leaned against it, waiting for Drake to take on the last Hellcats, seeing that he had won. The five tigers were three orange tigers, one white tiger, and one black tiger.

Drake turned towards the five remaining bikers with a terrible glare, who were now too terrified to even lift their submachine guns against him. He gave them a sadistic grin and a fierce growl and then charged towards them, quickly reaching a high speed. This prompted the bikers to lift their guns and start firing, but Drake had already jumped as soon as he saw them raise their guns, avoiding the gunfire, which also missed Renee due to her not being in their line of fire. The bullets of the SMGs wouldn't of done much anyway, other than punch holes in his clothes and smack, but not pierce, into his skin, causing him nothing but pain. While in the air, Drake agilely flipped through the air, landing right behind the bikers with his front facing their backs.

Hearing the giant land right behind them, they all tried to turn around to shoot, but he quickly threw a wide right backhand with a closed fist, smacking the bodies of all of the tigers and sent them flying into the ground. All them groaning in pain due to the blow having cracked their ribs or horribly bruised their abdomens, they slowly and painfully started to get up, grabbing for their melee weapons rather than their guns, thinking that they could take Drake without shooting him. Coming upon one of the three orange tigers, Drake saw that the tiger was armed with a combat knife with a spiked hand guard that covered over his left hand like a set of brass knuckles and his broadsword in his right hand. The tiger threw an overhead slash with the sword, but Drake quickly sidestepped to the right and grabbed the tiger's right forearm with his right hand to prevent him from moving his sword arm, and quickly moved his left hand to block a spiked brass knuckle-ish punch from the hand guard-enforced knife. Drake's hand wasn't even injured by the metal-enforced blow, but the spikes did cause him pain but did not pierce into his hand. Rather, the spikes became warped and squished against the dragon's hand. Before Drake could do anything else, he saw to his right the white tiger whip out a throwing knife, with which he had many on his belt. Drake then turned the orange tiger towards his right and quickly crouched down behind the orange tiger just as the white tiger threw the knife. Drake, now eye to eye with then orange tiger, watched as the white tiger's knife pierced into the back of his neck and pierced right through his throat, a spurt of blood landing on Drake's snout and lips.

Dropping the corpse of the orange tiger, Drake went towards the white tiger, who started pulling out throwing knives and threw them rapidly at Drake, with every blade being thrown straight at him rather than randomly flipping through the air. The dragon kept catching the blades by the handle and dropping them to the ground, but just as he was just a few feet away from the cat, a chain snapped around his right arm which had just caught a thrown blade. Looking to his right, Drake saw that the second orange tiger was the one who snapped the chain onto his arm. The tiger himself had the chain wrapped around his own arm, and the tiger was pulled on it with both hands, trying to hold Drake's arm back. However, the attempt to back the dragon's arm was futile, as Drake's arm didn't even move an inch. Seeing the white tiger pull out two throwing knives from his belt, Drake quickly pulled his right arm towards his left side just as the white tiger had thrown both blades. The chain-wielding orange tiger was pulled forward as the chain was brought to Drake's front, the links catching one of the thrown knives while Drake caught the other with his left hand. Drake then quickly grabbed the chain with his right hand and yanked it forward, causing the orange tiger behind him to swing towards the front, smacking him right into the white tiger.

As the two bikers lay on the ground dazed, Drake heard movement coming from his left and jumped to his right to avoid a right-handed horizontal slash to his left arm by the third orange tiger, and then quickly caught with his left hand an overhead swing with a blackjack from the tiger's left hand, catching the handle. Drake wrung the small club out of the tiger's hand, but the tiger quickly dropped his broadsword and pulled out a can of mace to spray into Drake's eyes. The dragon quickly grabbed the tiger's wrist before he could raise the spraying canister to Drake's face, forcefully keeping the tiger's thumb pressed on the button. The dragon then forcefully turned the biker's wrist inward and forced him to spray the mace right into his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. The biker screamed as he felt his eyes, mouth, and nostrils burn, and Drake let go of the biker's hand and the canister, turning his attention to the still dazed second orange tiger and white tiger.

Seeing that the second orange tiger's chain was still wrapped to his right arm, Drake yanked the chain both upward and forward, causing the dazed biker to fly upwards towards the dragon. Drake then threw a "light" left-handed punch into the tiger's nose, causing the cartilage in the tiger's nose to shoot backwards into the tiger's skull and pierce into his brain, instantly killing him as he fell to the ground along with causing the rest of his face to cave in. Removing the dead tiger's chain from the arm, Drake went over the third orange tiger, who was screaming, crying, and choking from the mace and blindly moving along. Going over to the tiger's right side, Drake stabbed through the right underside of the tiger's chest with his fingers, gripping his fingers onto the tiger's ribcage. Drake smiled sadistically as he heard the tiger scream more as he felt his ribs break under the dragon's grip, with his warm blood flowing onto his gloved hand and down the tiger's pants. He grabbed the tiger with his his other hand, and then held him in place as he brought his right hand backwards, ripping some of the broken ribs out of the tiger's side, causing some remaining bone to stick out a gory, bleeding hole.

The biker screamed loudly to the monster's delight, but then Drake felt a chain wrap around his neck, and heard a crackle of some sort. Drake then let out a cry as he felt electricity surge through the metal chain, and zap him throughout his body starting from the neck. This zapping, which also got the orange tiger, caused Drake a huge amount of pain, but didn't stun him. Instead it caused anger to quickly rise in him. Dropping the orange tiger and having a grimace on his face, Drake turned around to see that the black tiger of the five was the one who wrapped the chain around his neck, who had two chains wrapped around his arms. The tiger also was wielding in his right hand an electric prod, with which he brought the electrical end to the metal links, sending electricity to surge through them. Finally, the black tiger was wearing rubber gloves and a rubber suit underneath his clothes to protect himself from his own electricity whenever he used the stun weapon. The tiger brought the electric prod to the chain again, causing Drake a great deal of pain, but instead of crying out, Drake gritted his teeth, grabbed the chain with his right hand, yanked the chain forward, sending the black tiger right towards him. Grabbing the biker's right hand with his left and simultaneously bringing a quick, brutal knee into the tiger's midsection, which lifted the tiger off the ground and had him double over in pain. Drake intentionally did not hit him with a stronger hit, or that would've caused him to faint and/or die with ruptured organs and internal bleeding. Drake then unwrapped the chain from his neck with his right hand. Really pissed off at having been zapped twice, Drake wrapped the metal links around the tiger's exposed face and neck, and then brought the electric prod's zapping end to the metal links while activating the weapon. The black tiger screamed as he felt him given a taste of his own medicine, and then fell down to his knees stunned, letting go of the electric prod before falling flat on his face. With the electric prod now in his hand, Drake crunched it in his harder-than-a-vice grip, making it useless, and then dropped it on the ground.

Hearing the sound of a the top of a canister being popped off behind him, Drake turned around to see the white tiger behind him. Instead of wielding throwing knives this time, he instead wielded an open can of hairspray and lighter with an open flame. Drake quickly jumped to the left as the white tiger let loose a jet of spray into the lighter's open flame, causing a stream of fire to flare out. Although Drake's body was fireproof, his clothes weren't. Keeping the stream going, the tiger turned to the right to try to catch the giant in the fire, but the dragon quickly whipped the can out of his hand with his tail, slicing through skin, flesh, and bone. Just as the tiger screamed, Drake breathed fire on him, showing him what a real flame is like. The white tiger screamed, his flesh and fur burning and melting off to the intense heat of the fire while his eyes, lungs, and skin are being eaten away by the poisonous gas emitted from the flames. Drake watched him flail his arms and run around, eventually falling over dead close to the third orange tiger. The dragon noticed that the tiger, despite being maced, maimed, and zapped, had pulled his handgun out and tried to aim it at the monster. However, the poisonous gas being emitted from the white tiger's burning body had reached him, and Drake watched the tiger drop the gun and gasp as his skin, eyes, nostrils, throat, and lungs are slowly eaten away by the caustic gas, giving him a slow, agonizing death.

As Drake watched him die in anguish, his instincts suddenly told him to move, he quickly sidestepped to the left as the black tiger, having recovered from the zapping, tried to jump onto his back from behind, intending to garrot him with the chain. Drake stood there he saw the tiger come forward and landed on the ground, having missed his mark. Drake simply waited as the final biker took out his broadsword and swung it outwardly back, aiming for Drake's neck. Drake quickly leaned forward with an open mouth caught the blade with his teeth before it go any further, crunching down on the metal with simply the force of his jaws. The black tiger cried out in fear and backed away as both the point and the hilt of the steel sword fell away from Drake's mouth, which has sheared away the middle of the blade from the rest of the sword. Drake had easily done this with thicker blades and with bars of tungsten and titanium steel, so he wasn't worried about any damage to his teeth and mouth.

Spitting out the piece of scrap metal into his hand, Drake walked toward the biker who has backed away into a wall. "You call that a sword, you fucking asshole? Why it isn't even worthy of being a toy!" Drake knew it was a fine sword, but he did it just to scare the fuck out of the tiger, which is doing a fine job. Seeing the tiger reach for his gun, Drake threw the piece of metal hard at the tiger's right hand just as it slipped the pistol out. The tiger screamed as the piece of metal pierced into his hand and embedded itself into the wall, pinning both his hand and the gun there. Drake walked towards the final Hellcat, who was crying in pain at his ruined hand. The tiger threw a hard maverick with his left hand, but Drake easily caught the fist and yanked it towards him. The tiger screamed as he felt his hand get ripped off the scrap of metal still embedded in the wall, leaving a gory hole in his hand, and was lifted up into a bearhug by Drake. Drake gave the tiger a few squeezes that were "light" but were stronger than the ones he had given Maria. The tiger yelled and cried out as he felt his back and ribs slowly crunch and pop from the immense force Drake was giving him, until with a final squeeze, he felt back snap and his ribcage cave in. With blood and dribble spilling out of his mouth, the tiger made a rattling sound with his throat and then his head fell over onto Drake's pectorals, dead.

Drake dropped the broken corpse and walked away from the scene, satisfied with the street fight he was victorious in. The only thing that did not satisfy him was getting zapped in the neck twice by the black tiger he just killed. He saw that Renee was still leaning against the wall, having watched the whole thing. She uncrossed her arms and took her back off the wall. "Nice street fight, partner, but why did you take so long? You could've killed them much quicker than that."

Drake wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her in close. "I know, partner, but I decided to have some fun. The only part I didn't like was getting zapped in the neck. Twice."

"Those two zaps would've brought me down, Hellblazer, but you kept going on even when you were being electrocuted the second time. You're really tough, you know."

"I know Renee," he chuckled as she gave him a playful lick on the nose, even though there's blood on it from the first orange tiger, "But we need to see how Maria is doing after all this. My bitch would better be all right..."

Maria was out in the open on the ground with her hands behind her head. Sometime after the bikers had went to the back of the building, a bunch of jeeps, humvees, a few BMP3s and Strykers, and even a couple of fully armed tanks with a platoon of heavily armed and heavily armored soldiers had suddenly arrived at the scene, fully armed and loaded. Accompanying the soldiers were some police officers and the S.W.A.T. team, who were just as heavily armed as the soldiers, along with snipers stationed all along the nearby buildings. Also, there were a couple of choppers on the way, but they got delayed. Also, all of the claymores mines Maria planted on the ground were all disabled and picked up from the ground, neutralizing their threat.

The soldiers who were keeping a lookout on top of the skyscrapers had seen Drake attacking the Loup Fleau and decided to deal with Drake and neutralize him before he starts destroying the rest of the city. When they saw checked out the Shaker and saw Maria, they didn't kill or harm the black tigress, thinking that Drake forced her to work for him, which they were technically right, and thought that she was simply a victim despite being an accomplice and mate to notorious arms-dealer Maximus Stryker. On the other side of the coin, however, they would shoot Renee on sight since she was seen being affectionately close to Hellblazer. Two teams of soldiers were already being sent to check out both sides of the building along with the back, and a third team was sent to check out the interior of the building and see if Drake or Renee are there.

Raikov, who was busy chatting away with the barkeep, looked out the window and saw the scene. Surprised, he told the barkeep to stay in place and ran out of the door and into the parking lot. This sudden appearance stopped the three teams from advancing any further, as they were already nearing the perimeter of the building. Every soldier and police officer were shocked and surprised that the general was here, albeit shirtless, bloody, and beat up looking. Even Maria, who hadn't seen him in the bar, was surprised that the general was there along with being alive.

Raikov had looked at all the soldiers, police, and vehicles, wondering why they are all here despite the fact that he hadn't contacted them yet. He also noticed that Maria is on the ground. He went up to one of the three teams' soldiers and grabbed the handheld transceiver off of him. He then activated the transceiver and had asked to speak with the commander officer of this operation. The commander was, an orange tiger named Jimbo, was given a handheld transceiver of his own and spoke with the general.

Maria overheard the whole conversation between Raikov and the colonel by hearing the general's words on the Jimbo's transceiver and the colonel's own words out loud. She heard general had asked what are all of the soldiers doing here, and the colonel responded that they were here to kill both Hellblazer and Renee, with the reasons being that they don't want Hellblazer to destroy Dallas and that it seems Colonel Renee had joined up with him, and now they're also presuming that they kidnapped the general judging from his appearance. Maria then heard the general say that it wasn't those two that kidnapped him, but it was instead Vin Hesser and the Hellcats. He then explained that Vin, tired of the ways Renee and Jerry were leading the gang, staged a coup that resulted in Jerry's death and having Renee framed for it. He then said Vin was going to kill him later on, but then Hellblazer, Maria, and Renee showed up and rescued him while killing off the Hellcats, of which there were now nine left. He then made the exclamation to not shoot Renee and Hellblazer.

Maria then heard Jimbo respond by saying that the soldiers and police do understand with Renee and Maria, but they do not understand why they should let Hellblazer go, since he had killed the entire police force in Drewen's capital, along with taking out Lieutenant Striker, the captain of the capital's S.W.A.T. squad. The black tigress then heard Raikov respond that he's the one who is in charge of Drewen, with Emperor Kiaru being the one he only answer to, and he says that Hellblazer gets to live and go out of this free and alive, and that there shall be no other say in the matter. Maria then heard the general finish by ordering the soldiers and police to put their weapons down, release the black tigress, and call off the operation.

Colonel Jimbo did not dare to challenge the general's command. He, along with the other members of the armed forces, both respected and feared the old general due to the fact that he wasn't at all a mediocre fighter but was instead a fierce warrior from Krostavia, then gave out the orders to stop what they're doing. All the soldiers and police lifted up their weapons from their firing position, released Maria, called off the choppers, called the three teams back, and contacted the snipers to not fire at Renee and Drake. Raikov, seeing that everything was now okay, walked with the three teams towards the soldiers. When he had reached the vehicles, Maria came up to him. The two then started chatting, where Raikov found out from Maria what happened to the 9 remaining Hellcats...

Drake and Renee had seen the vehicles, the military, and the police all heavily armed when they looked around the corner of the left-side of the building and they made the assumption that they were there to kill him for attacking the bar, and presumably the rest of the city. The mercenary assassin was tempted to either attack or make an escape, but then saw the soldiers and police lift their weapons up and proceeded to move from their firing positions. He stayed there, wondering what the Hell is going on, and then heard something move behind and above them. Turning around and looking up, Drake and Renee saw the barkeep on the fire escape, who had came to check on the two. "Say cur, I see that there's a bunch of soldiers and police outside looking like they're ready to gun me down, and then suddenly they're all breaking out of formation, as if the threat is over. What's going on?"

The wolf, having some understanding of the situation, simply responded, "I think they were going to try and kill you and possibly Renee, mercenary, but then General Raikov went out and ordered something to them, and that's why started to move around. I think that the general had ordered to call off whatever they were doing, so it's okay for you two to come out. I also noticed that a black tigress is among the soldiers and police, and she's doing fine."

This confirmed to both Drake and Renee that Maria is doing fine. The ligeress then called out to him. "Thanks for telling us that, barkeep. We're going to move out now!"

"Okay!" the wolf responded and started to climb back into the window. Before the wolf could disappear, he heard Drake let out a whistle. He turned and looked back out the window to see the dragon staring up right at him. "Cur, it seems that asides from medical personal, Raikov is the only one that knows your name. I would like to know your name as well."

The barkeep was surprised. Despite the fact that the legendary Hellblazer was calling him "cur", a term for "mutt" and a more archaic equivalent to the derogatory term "doggy", the mercenary wanted to know his actual name. For what purpose he doesn't know, but he doesn't care. "My name is John... John Tobias. I'd take it you're going to refer to me by that instead of ‘cur', am I right?"

Drake "You're wrong, cur. I wanted to know your name as the majority of people around here don't know it. I might address you by it when I go back to this bar some day. Now go back inside as me and my partner head to the front."

John nodded and went back inside. After the wolf had disappeared, Renee turned towards Drake. "It seems that the good general had saved your life like you had done his, partner. I would be grateful to him for that."

"I guess so," Drake responded, "but I need to know the full scenario from Raikov himself. I'm pretty sure he didn't contact all those military and police just to pick him up..."

"I'm certain he didn't, partner, because that would've been one Hell of a pickup. Let's go see the general..."

Maria was leaning her back into the Shaker, which kind of slumped down thanks to the tires having gone flat. She watched as the soldiers and police start to drive the majority of vehicles away from the area, including the tanks. Looking back to the Loup Fleau, she saw Renee and Drake coming around the left side of the building, apparently having killed the remaining Hellcats members. She smiled as they went past several soldiers. "Hi master. I see that you and the colonel had finished off all of the Hellcats..."

"...And I see that Raikov had stopped these all these police and soldiers from getting into a shootout." Drake looked around, trying to find something. "Where is the general, bitch?"

"Raikov is currently in the northernmost stryker, master. He's getting fresh clothes and his wounds dressed by military medics."

Drake looked to the north and saw that the northernmost stryker wasn't of the type used for combat, but rather one used for medical support. He saw that the back door was open and could see Raikov currently being attended to by medical personal. "Renee, you stay here with my bitch and keep watch on the Shaker. I need to talk to Raikov..."

"I will, partner. Go on ahead..."

Drake then left the two cats and headed straight towards the medical stryker, with every soldier and police officer wary of the monster being able to walk freely among them. Reaching the stryker, he climbed inside, his huge size taking up a lot of space within the vehicle. The medical personal tried to ignore him as best as they could and kept attending to the general, who had on a fresh military shirt, fresh military pants, a jacket, and a sling over his injured left arm. Drake sat and leaned down on a seat, which creaked under him. "I see that you prevented these soldiers and police officers from shooting up this place, general. Would you care to explain why they were all up here, all heavily armed and such?"

The general turned his attention to him. "Well judging from what they told me, Hellblazer, it seems that after you took down the police station in Drewen's capital, word had gotten out what had happened, causing fear to run amok. Not only that, I was noticed to be missing due to Vin's coup against Jerry and Renee, and this made the fear and tension even worse. This caused the military to order every citizen in all of Drewen's towns and cities to remain where they were as the police and military in those places looked out for you, seeing where you headed, and neutralize you if you started attacking again. Well, the lookouts spotted you, Renee, and Maria leaving for Dallas and they contacted the military there to look for you coming from the capital. When the lookouts in Dallas spotted you and saw you arrive at the Loup Fleau, they kept watch, seeing what you would do. When they saw you planting C4 charges on the bikes of the Hellcats and enter the bar to kill the bikers, that's when they contacted the military and police, and they both sent many men to the Loup Fleau in order to kill you and Renee. They had captured Maria and were going to send three teams to find and kill you, but that's when I noticed them outside. I then ran out of the bar and stopped them, ordering them to release Maria and call off the operation. They're going to make the announce my orders throughout the nation, so the citizens can come out now and do as they please. You're lucky that I was there to save your scaly ass, Hellblazer, so now we're even. You can now stay here if you want or move along to another nation if you want to. You can even take Maria and Renee along if you'd like. Just don't go causing trouble around here."

Drake leaned forward, staring right at the general. "Unfortunately, I just can't do that, general. I've got something to do, and it involves your help. You see, when I was taking a nice, hot shower with Maria and Renee, they gave me the idea of being a landser and turn Drewen into my own merc nation and give me a home to call my own. Now although I'm quite capable of beating Emperor Kiaru in a duel despite having never met the guy, I'm not willing to take his whole empire away from him as I just want this kingdom. I figure that with your support and the help of Drewen's military, I would able to force Kiaru to give away Drewen to me so I can rule it as the landser, with Renee as my landsa. So what do you think, general? You think it's a good idea?"

Raikov was shocked and astonished, along with the medical personnel. What Hellblazer just said was essentially high treason for the general and his soldiers, which was punishable by death. However, the tiger kept a calm mood, not trying to get on the bad side of the dragon. "Tell me, Hellblazer, what kind of leader will you be? Are you going to be cruel and tyrannical like a despot, are you going to be a kind and just ruler like a noble king would be except as a landser, or are you just going to rule just by your whims like a damn asshole?"

Drake smiled. "Actually, I intend towards the other two, if you will. See, I'm tired of Tigris not having a nation that is tolerable towards the other races, and I intend to turn Drewen into such a place. That way, the other races get to be viewed as equals of the tigers, and not get treated like pieces of shit by the cats. I also intend to disassemble the non-military police branch and re-establish the military as the primary force of the law like the other nations in Tigris. If this is done, you'll get to see minorities such as your lupine friend over in the bar no longer get pushed around and the military will be able to enforce the law again without having a spineless police force being used as puppets. So what do you say general, are you with me?"

Raikov thought about this very deeply. If he sides with the mercenary, he'll be committing high treason and will be put to death by Kiaru if he fails. However, if Drake succeeds, he'll finally see Drewen become a place more tolerant to the other races, and have the military given power again after so many years. Besides, although Kiaru may be a ruler who intends to clean up the vice and crime in Drewen, he's also a cruel bastard to the other races and doesn't give a shit about them. The general would rather have the mercenary as his leader than the emperor. "Okay, Drake, I'll join you, but how do you intend to get Kiaru to give Drewen to you? Do you intend to go to war with him?"

Drake let out a chuckle. "Nope. I have something else in mind. Although it really isn't that honorable for my tastes, it will certainly do. We just have to get the emperor over here and everything will go according to plan..."

A couple of days, Raikov was standing outside the royal palace of Drewen in the capital. He was waiting for Emperor Kiaru, the Legend himself, to arrive from Tramis, as the emperor was contacted to come to Drewen with an urgent notice. The notice did not indicate that Drewen was currently under attack or under a threat, so the emperor did not have to bring any military along. Instead, the notice had read that the infamous mercenary assassin Drake "Hellblazer" Harkonen had assaulted a military base in Drewen, trying to assassinate Colonel Jimbo, but had been captured, having been completely surrounded by soldiers and surrendered. He is now being held prisoner in the palace's barracks, where he is constantly being watched by guards. Rikov is going to execute him, but felt that the Dark Blitz should be there to see it, since he felt that the emperor deserves the honor of seeing the life of a terrible monster end. As soon as he has read the notice, Kiaru had immediately left Tramis and went to Drewen, as he wanted to see the infamous dragon, who is a well-known legend himself but is overshadowed by Kiaru's own, die before his eyes.

Raikov was standing outside because Kiaru had been spotted driving up to the palace by a lookout and he had come out to greet him. He was wearing a brown shirt underneath a green military jacket and a matching pair of green khakis. Soon a huge red muscle car arrived. It drove around the perimeter of the outer walls towards the main gate. The guards at the main gate saw who the driver was and opened the gate up, letting the car drive through into the vast garden. The car drove through the asphalt road paved into the garden, heading straight towards the palace, and stopped at the bottom of the short stairway leading up to the front doors. The door of the car opened up and out stepped Kiaru Miles, a.k.a. the Dark Blitz. He was a huge black tiger that stood 15 feet, 7 inches tall, and had an imposing presence around him. The clothes he wore weren't royal or noble looking but were instead casual as he wore a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His eyes were a fiery red just like Drake's, burning intensely with the rage of a cruel warrior rather than the coldness that Drake's stare is associated with. He also carried on him a pistol holstered on the side of his pants, and had two huge broadswords sheathed on a belt by his side.

He was extremely muscular, much more so than Vin and Raikov were, due to decades of pushing his body beyond its limits and training his muscles in the hardest manners, having acquired a body and strength that body builders could only dream of. He could easily lift a tank off the ground and tear into it with his brutal strength. His musculature was so strong that he could take small arms fire without the bullets penetrating deeply into him, protecting the vital organs from harm. He also had long, deadly bone spikes jutting out of elbows, knees, and all over his shoulders indicating heritage from a draconic ancestor. Parts of his shirt had holes in it where the shoulder spikes poked through, and his jeans were tattered where his knee spikes jutted out. He had used these to slash, stab, and tear many an opponent who had dared to face him.

The Legend wasn't always this way, however. Once, the giant was actually a frail weakling despite his abnormal height. In his younger years, he was skinny as a rail and his muscles were lean, making him look lanky. His bone spikes also hadn't fully grown in yet during this time, looking like mere stubs to bludgeon someone with rather than tear and stab with. He lost many fights and sparring matches while part of Krostavia's military due to this, but this all that changed since the battle of Tesa in Lupia 55 years ago. After viewing the explosive, gory death of the great prince Gresian, whom Kiaru always admired and viewed as his hero, due to the powerful microbomb on the terrorist wolf Umbra within a huge cavern in Tesa, and hearing what had happened to King William after the war ended, Kiaru had decided to start working out constantly and shred his body over and over again so he could be like his hero Gresian. However, after viewing what William and Krostavia had become over the years, he had decided to leave his homeland 27 tears ago in order to find a nation more worthy of him, becoming a wandering male.

However, he didn't find any nations that fit his ideals, and eventually, after many long years as a mercenary assassain and many terrible experiences caused by the lesser races, including the multiple rapes and death of a tigroness he fell in love with at the hands of opposing mercenaries, he became just as cruel and bitter just like most of the other kings and landsers of Tigris and grew to despise the other races, viewing them with cold predijuce. He then decided to take a kingdom for his own and took over the nation of Tramis, killing its king in a duel. He then started taking over many other nations over the years, making himself an empire and setting in stone the legend of the Dark Blitz, becoming known across the world. By that time, his constant shredding had built his already huge, enormous muscles to a near perfect phyisque and his bone spikes had long fully developed into lethal weapons decades ago. His empire eventually included his old homeland Krostavia and much later on Drewen, causing his legend to grow bigger.

There are three things that remained consistent with him. One of them would be his fast speed. No matter how big and muscular he got, he was always lightning quick, being able to rapidly pummel opponents and dodge attacks just as quickly due to his highly developed leg muscles. It's just that as his muscles grew over with time, the quick blows started to injure his opponents more and more until they eventually reached the point where just one blow felt like being hit like a cannon. This terrible strength, combined with his rapid speed, made him an especially deadly opponent, especially in sword play against rivals. This lightning-like speed along with his dark fur is what earned him the moniker "the Dark Blitz". The other two things that's consistent would be his huge cock and the ability to orgasm over a hundred times. Even when he was lanky, his cock, when fully erect, had always been five feet, 6 inches long and this, along with his ability to cum so many times, his abnormal height and even the coloration of his black fur and red eyes, were said to be attributed to his draconic genes, as the genes in particular were unusual even among dragons. His huge cock had put many a king, landser, and porn star to shame but unfortunately, he didn't get to use it much when he serving under King William. Now after becoming king and later a legendary emperor of a vast empire, he got to fuck as many women as he had wanted, including being able to pick the ones he had wanted.

Unfortuately, the females weren't able to fill the gap caused by losing his lost love. She was a fellow mercenary named Xandria Ouron. She was a beautiful, powerfully muscled tigroness of unusual draconic lineage who was also abnormally tall and fast, and had fur that was just as black as he was, but her eyes were purple instead of red. She was the virginal stepdaughter between the Bergen's crown prince known as Lex Zimmerman, a liger and a fierce warrior who had died in the missle strike on Bergen's capital 28 years ago, and a lioness named Virginia Ouron, whose fur was strangely black and had purple eyes just like her daughter did. The two had met on a mercenary mission a few years after the death of the Bergian royal family and fell in love at first sight. Enamored with each other, the two had spent their first night together fucking each other, with him taking her virginity both vaginally and anally. After completing their mission together, the two spent the years living together, helping each other out during both mercanary missions and assassinations, but neither of them had gotton to work with Hellblazer, the monsterous mercnary assassin who took out Wakusa, nor the Assasain's Guild.

Unfortunately, during a war between Setten and Kilgres, a regiment of Kilgresian mercenaries, 3000 strong and made up of various non-tiger races, snuck in and managed to capture the two mercenaries after killing off their Settenian allies, but not without a fierce and hard fought battle that resulted in the deaths of thousands of mercenaries, reducing the enemy mercs to about 30. Heavily sedated, Kiaru was forced to watch as his love, equally sedated, was raped and beatan to death by the remaining mercenaries, but fortuately, they hadn't sedated him enough to prevent him from breaking free. Unfortuately, Xandria was already dead and the Kilgresian mercs soon fell to the wrath of Kiaru, who tore into them without prejudice. Cradling the lifeless body of his lost love in his arms, Kiaru left the war, an intense hatred for non-tigers growing within him. This is what led him to eventually take over the kingdom of Tramis by slaying its king Percy in a duel and start an empire that is predijuced against the lesser races. That was a long time ago.

When he had taken over Drewen and slew its corrupt king Mike Drozen, he had wanted to take Colonel Renee Howlitzer, a giant, beautiful, Amazonian ligeress with white fur and who was just an inch taller than him. Not only that, but her face, beauty, and build reminded him of Xandria, his long lost mate, and this had made him curious as to what her lineage was. However, he had heard about Renee having fought to keep her virginity, including how she grabbed Mike in the balls when he tried to take her as the king. Along with being zapped unfairly and dishonorably by a tazer Mike used in their duel, which had injured him and slowed him down, Kiaru decided to try to take Renee another time and went with other females. One of these females was the police officer Leela. When he was fucking the officer, she had decided to bring a camera along so she could film them having sex. The Legend didn't mind and actually enjoyed the camera being there as the officer could then watch and masturbate to him fucking her with his huge cock, which was five and a half feet long. He later found out that she became pregnant with his child like so many other women before her. He wondered how Leela and her unborn child were doing now.

Rikov saw the black tiger king walk up the steps to front doors of the palace, and slightly bowed down to the legendary emperor. "Welcome back to Drewen, my king. I see that you didn't waste any time in arriving as soon you read the notice we gave you."

The emperor looked at the general's face and head, seeing all the bruises and scratches on it. He was totally unaware about Vin capturing Rikov and beating him. "I see that you've sustained some injures, general. Did Hellblazer do that to you when he made his assault on the military base?"

"No, Lord Kiaru. I wasn't at the base when the assault happened. Instead, I was at the Loup Fleau in Dallas where a bar brawl started. Some patrons got too drunk and wound up in a fight which I stopped. My face looks like this because some fucking asshole smashed a beer bottle into my face." This was a total lie.

"Well you need to be more careful, general. You're too valuable to me to lose in a petty conflict like that." The Dark Blitz said this not because he generally cared for Raikov, but because the general would serve him well in wars when he needed him. "So when your lookouts saw my car heading towards the palace, did you order Drake Harkonen to be taken to the execution grounds so he could await his death or is he still in the barracks?"

"He's still in the barracks, my king, but before you go see the execution, I suggest that we go up the palace's living room. The death of such a terrible monster is a glorious occasion, and I feel that having a drink or two would be the right way to celebrate."

"I agree with you on that, general. Take me up there so we can drink to Hellblazer's impending death. The end of a terrible legend would make a great viewing!" Even though he had conquered Drewen a few weeks ago, he had stayed there for four days at most and did not fully remember the palace's interior. He would've been lost if he took a wrong turn or stopped at the wrong floor.

Rikov opened the huge double doors of the palace, which opened into the grand hall, and lead the emperor through, walking by his side. The two tigers walked through the grand hall, which was huge, long, and luminous, with several tall, equal-sized archways of stone carved into the walls. The ceiling itself was covered over in beautiful fresco, which had displayed dozens upon dozens of monsters, all of them nude, from the ancient days of not just Tigris, but also most of Cartina. As Kiaru glanced at the ceiling, he saw that among these numerous monsters were a pair of two monstrous dragons, Typhon and Echidna. The fresco displayed Typhon to be absolutely terrifying in appearance. He was displayed on the painting to be huge and extremely muscular, even more so than Kiaru, and his face looking monstrous, making him look similar to a Demon. His eyes were painted to be blood-red, along with the skin of his pectorals, abdominals, and crotch area. The rest of his skin, along with his claws, were painted to be as black as night.

The toned, wingless male was also displayed to be covered in numerous bone spikes, the most prominent of which were on his shoulders, elbows, and knees. The rest went over his arms, face, legs, back, and both the dorsal side and tip of the tail, but did not go over his throat, chin, chest, abdominals, crotch, or the underside of his arms. His hands were also displayed to each have three long bone claws, each claw coming out of the spaces between the knuckles, in addition to the spikes covering his hands except for his palms. Hanging out of the male's crotch was a huge, flaccid obsidian penis that looked too big to comfortably fit within the dragon's draconic slit and below it were a huge pair of testicles covered in a crimson nutsack.

The female of the draconic pair, Echidna, was displayed in the fresco to be a little smaller than Typhon. Her body was displayed to be ripped and Amazonian in appearance, even more so than Renee's. Her skin was also all black with the exception of her abdominals and chest, which were purple in color and matched the color of her eyes. Her draconic face had a serpentine quality to it and her body was also covered in nunmerous spikes, the most prominent of which were on her shoulders, elbows, and knees in addition to her tail having a spike on the end of it. Her tits were displayed on the painting to be firm, full, and beautiful, looking like they belong on a goddess, and the slit of her vaginal gates looked like they were unnaturally stretched, as if something way too huge for it was rammed through. Both dragons were displayed fighting a group of ancient Gauisian hoplites, which were badly losing the battle.

Kiaru noticed the pair of monsters on his way, but thought nothing of it. As he and Rikov opened the door at the end of the hall and entered, they found themselves among a long corridor, which was brightly illuminated with golden chandeliers hanging several from the ceiling that are evenly distanced apart and have numerous white crystals hanging on them. The walls were all lined with dozens upon dozens of doors, all of which led to the bedrooms of the king's personnel harem. The corridor itself simply wasn't straight, as midway through the long line, a separate paths half cut across it on the left, leading to a huge window that led out to a stone balcony.

Kiaru's attention was then focused on the dozens of women who were beginning to come out in the hall, who had longingly waited for their king and master to return. They were mainly orange tigress' of blond, brunette, red, and black hair color who wore bikinis of various colors and models, with some white and black ones tigress' too. He went past the other tigress', who all tried to focus his attention on them, as he saw a favorite of his from the four days he had stayed in the palace. She was a red headed tigress who had amber-colored eyes, buxom breasts that were bigger than soccer balls, was 11 feet, 5 inches tall, and wore a blue bikini that had diamonds encrusted on the tops and bottoms in a crescent pattern. He gave her a seductive smile as she sexily walked up to him with a playful, lustful look in her eyes. "I'm glad to see that you're back, lord Kiaru." She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking care to avoid the bone spikes. "Do you want me to service you in my room, my king? I hadn't done so in a long while..." She added a sexy tone in her voice when she said "service" to sound more seductive.

Rikov stopped as Kiaru stood in place to wrap an arm around the tigress and give the tigress a deep kiss, to the tigress' delight. Although he still felt sorrowful over the loss of Xandria, he still enjoyed the company of other females very much. He let out a murr as he felt her tongue push against his passionately and seductively, and then parted. "I'll let you service me later, Nesca. I came here to see the execution of the legendary mass murderer Hellblazer. After I see that sadist fall lifeless to the ground, you and several other slaves will be in for a night of fun all night long." The other girls squealed at that comment. "However, if you come up with me to the living room, I can give you a little preview after me and Raikov have a drink before the execution, or maybe even during the drinking..."

Nesca grinned at this, hoping for the black tiger to take her. "I will come with you my lord, but what of these other slaves? Don't they deserve to see a preview as much as I do?"

"I'd rather have you first. You became my favorite of the girls here and I wish to have you first..."

As Kiaru and Nesca chatted in their embrace, the emperor failed to notice that a certain black tigress wearing a white pair of bikinis walked behind him and slipped his handgun out of its holster and then replace it with an identical looking gun without making a sound. Rikov watched as Maria then snuck into a room and hid the weapon away. She then went out of the room and whispered to Rikov. "He's now just armed with his sword, general. Now lead him up to the living room!"

The black tigress then watched Rikov tap the emperor on the shoulder. "We shouldn't delay the celebration, my king. You bring Nesca along and we'll get to the drinking... and fucking."

Kiaru glanced over, a look of irritation in his eyes. "I will, Raikov, but why are you so hasty? Is there something up there waiting for me?"

Raikov had to think of a quick answer, but then got it. "Why yes there is in fact. You know Colonel Renee, the brunette ligeress whom you wanted the last time you came here? Well, she had decided to lose her virginity to you and is waiting for you in the living room. That's the real reason I suggested we go up there." It's actually true that Renee is waiting for him, but the intent is vastly different.

Kiaru turned towards Raikov, a surprised expression on his face. It then turned to one of satisfaction. "Well, it seems that I now won't to rape her for me to have her anymore, as she's now lusting for my huge, five-and-a-half foot cock!" He heard a few girls along with Nesca moan with desire. "Let's get a move on then! I can't wait to pop her cherry, and with another female too!"

With his huge, toned arm around Nesca's shoulders, the emperor left the other females with Raikov walking side by side with him towards the end of the hall. After exiting, they went through some more hallways with more separate paths, some of which led to places like the the garage, passing several guards on the way. After reaching a stairway that went up six floors, the three climbed the stairs all the way to the fifth floor, which is where two huge doors made out of shining white platinum stood over them. These overly expensive doors were not for the tastes of Kiaru or even Mike Drozen, but were instead the for tastes of Fabian, whose face is emblazoned on the doors despite the ruler being dead for 27 years. The reason why Mike and later Kiaru kept the doors is because they were very expensive and discarding them would've been very foolish.

Kiaru pulled open one of the heavy doors with a simple tug and slipped inside, with Nesca and Raikov slipping in with him. The living room was octangular in nature, 28 meters in diameter, had another floor that opened up 14 meters wide in the center of the room along with two stairways that led up to it on opposite sides of the room and a railing that prevented those from falling into the first floor, both ceilings covered with fresco displaying the ancient gods of Cartina. Within the center of the room was a huge sofa of white ivory and white leather, and in front of it was a large rectangular table made purely of jade, with the left side having crystal bottles of various alcohols likes bourbon, whisky, scotch, liquor, and both red and white wine, and the right side having goblets made out of white gold and encrusted with various jewels. Behind the sofa and table were two double doors made out of jade, which also had the same image of King Fabian's face on it. This door lead to the palace arena, which was more like an ancient, sand-filled coliseum where gladiators would've fought in, which is enclosed with a huge-glass dome allowing sunlight or moonlight to shine through and prevent rain from falling in.

Renee was sitting right on the sofa the left side of the sofa cross-legged, with her right leg over her left leg. However, she wasn't dressed in a bikini nor dress. She was actually dressed in a white muscle shirt, camouflage military pants, and had her military boots on. She also had Jerry's metal ball chain necklace with the sniper bullet around her neck and the metal-ball chain earring with the empty bullet cartridge hanging off her left ear. Her left hand was resting on her ankle. She had a seductive smile on her face. "I see that you have returned here for the death of Hellblazer, Kiaru, but I now that I'm ready for you. Please come here and take me! Nesca can join in while Rikov watches!" She tapped the couch with her left hand.

Kiaru started to move towards Renee from the door, but Raikov and Nesca didn't. Instead, they silently moved back out of the room through the door which was silently opened more. When Kiaru was ten meters within the center of the room, Renee suddenly lifted her right hand up, revealing a sawed-off semi automatic shotgun, aimed right at his crotch. The powerful male had an expression of shock on his face. "What are you doing, Colonel? Are you betraying me!"

She grabbed the shotgun's underside with her other hand, holding it properly. "You got that right, emperor. You weren't brought up here by Rikov and Nesca to seduce me. You were brought up here die!" She then fired the shotgun, but she didn't really fire buckshot at him, but instead fired a blank.

Kiaru, using his lightning-quick speed, had quickly rolled out of the way of the fake fire before the trigger was pulled, slipping out his pistol in mid roll, stopped in a kneeling position on his knee with gun already aimed at Renee's chest, and squeezed the trigger two times, and then aimed for her head and shot a third time. This was part of the "Failure Drill," a technique the shooter fires two shots into the center of the target's mass, usually the center of the chest, and then aim at the head in order to destroy the brain. To his shock and surprise, he had found that bullets did not fire hit Renee at all despite the fact that he had perfect aim. He was firing with a gun loaded with blanks, with which Maria replaced his real gun with, and the shots weren't close enough to cause any damage to Renee. He looked at the gun in confusement, getting it close and pointing it diagonally up towards the air away. "What?"

He then felt an extremly powerful blow strike the nape of his neck, one that would've fatally smashed in the neck bones of a normal tiger. Yelling in agonizing pain, the emperor suddenly felt himself weaken and fall over, incapicitated. As his vision became blurrier and blurrier, he saw a huge, black shape move towards Renee in his line of sight and give her a hug. He heard her say, "Okay, drake, he's all yours." before finally passing out...

When Kiaru came too, he found himself seeing nothing but blackness. Groggily coming to his senses, he soon found that he had a bag over his head, was stripped completely of his clothes, felt with his feet that he was standing on warm sand, and that his arms were held up in the air, wrapped up by chains. His neck also felt sore from the blow that knocked him out, and adding onto that, a vien in his arm felt like it had a needle pierce into it and inject something into his bloodstream. He tried to use his fearsome strength provided by his perfect, toned muscles to shatter the chains that bind him, but found that his muscles felt weak and toned down, preventing him to put them to their full use. It seemed that he was injected with some sort of sedative.

He then heard someone's voice. "It's useless to struggle out of the chains, emperor. After I knocked you out, I pumped you full of a muscle relaxant derived from the poison curare. If it was the real thing, you would've been dead from muscle paralysis. Your muscles are now too weak to be useful to you, allowing me to do anything to you however I please!"

Kiaru could not determine who the voice belonged to, as he never heard it before. "Who in the fuck are you? Identify yourself to me!"

"My name is Drake Harkonen, emperor. I'm the mercenary assassin who is infamous and legendary for killing the population of Wakusa along with an untold amount of people!"

Kiaru's blood ran cold as soon as he heard the name. Here he was, sedated, binded, and helpless like a rat, subject to the whims of a sadistic mass murderer, and he can't do absolutely anything about it. It was true that the Dark Blitz's legend had overshadowed the dragon's, but Drake certainly wasn't an unknown. Not even close. "So you're the infamous Hellblazer! I thought you had surrendered and was being kept in the barracks!"

He heard the dragon give a dark laugh. "If you knew me, you'd realize that as a soldier, I never surrender to the enemy and would've fought to the death if surrounded! That whole story Rikov fed to you about me assaulting the military base to assassinate a colonel and being held in the barracks awaiting to be executed... it never happened. I made the whole thing up just to get your sorry ass over here! Rikov, Nesca, Renee, and everybody else were in on it too, so don't expect them to come and save you, fucktard!"

Anger ran throughout Kiaru's weakened body. It seemed that not only did the general, his favorite slave, and Renee betray him, but they gave him to this dragon for whatever dark purpose he had in mind. This was high treason. "Why did you trick me into getting here, Hellblazer? I would assume it would not be just to torture me for your sick pleasure!"

"You're correct on that account, Kiaru. I actually got you over here so I could make some 'negotiations' with you."

"Well what do you want, Hellblazer? Do you want the throne for my empire, because if it is, then that's out of the question! You're not going to get it, even if it means my death!"

"I don't intend for you to die, emperor, but I also don't intend to take your kingdom from you either! All that I want from you is to give me the kingdom of Drewen, so I can start my own PMC and turn Drewen into a nation of mercenaries. If you give me that, I'll let you go."

Kiaru started to grow angry. This dragon was trying to force him into giving away Drewen for his own nefarious ends? "I'm not giving any of my empire to the likes of you, you sadistic fucker, so you might as well kill me now!"

He heard the dragon chuckle. "I'm glad that you're not willing to give Drewen up so easily, Kiaru, because then I get to torture it out of you!"

Kiaru then heard the sound of a jet of flame being lit, along with hearing it move behind him. He felt the heat from the fire brush against the skin of his back. This made him alert. "What are you going to do me, asshole? Tell me!"

"I just lit a blowtorch, emperor, and I'm going to burn the skin off your back if you don't tell me. However, you won't feel pain at first, you see, because the flame is 2000 degrees, hot enough to turn steel into butter. That's way too hot for your nerve endings to react before the flames sears them shut, killing them. All that would happen is that you would go into shock and feel nothing but coldness. Isn't torture fun, Kiaru? If you give me Drewen right now I'll stop this and will let you walk out of here alive."

Kiaru tried to struggle out of the chains once again, but couldn't. "Well fuck you, Hellblazer! Even if you singe the flesh off my back, you're not going to get anything! You might as well torture me to death, because after I'm dead, my stepchildren will fight for the throne of Tramis, and the strongest one will avenge my death and put your head on a fucking pike!"

"I like your resolve, Kiaru, but unfortunately for you, that means I'm going to begin torturing you. I hope you have no regrets in going through this, emperor, because you're about to feel the burn, or should I say the cold!" After a few seconds, Kiaru began to hear the sound of the torch sizzling flesh. He then let out a cry as he felt the feeling of coldness strike into the right of his lower back, slowly making its way across to the right. He kept screaming and crying out as he felt the coldness start to creep up his back, going along the middle of his spine, staying there for few seconds as the sizzling continued. He also struggled vainly during this time, the curare-derived muscle relaxant preventing him from breaking out of his chains.

He then felt the flame lift off of his back, and the sizzling stopped. The portions of his back that the flame it went over felt cold and wet, presumably from his own blood. He then sniffed the scent of charred meat, and heard Drake's voice right next to his ear. "That's the smell of your burnt flesh going up your nostrils, Kiaru. Have you had enough?"

"Fuck you, Harkonen!"

"I guess I shall take that as a no then." Kiaru then heard the sizzling once again along with feeling the coldness on his back, this time going over rest of the middle and then moving up the rest of his back.

He then felt the coldness lift up, the sizzling stopped, but then he screamed as he felt the coldness go over his buttocks, and then trail down the cleft below between both of his seared buttcheecks below his tail, heading straight towards his tail hole. "No, not there! Don't put the torch there!"

"Too late, Kiaru. You're going to get your butt hole singed off!" Kiaru then howled as he felt the flame reach its destination, feeling nothing but coldness over his asshole which he presumably thinks is being seared shut.

After around 20 seconds, he felt the coldness stop along with the sizzling, and then heard the torch go off. He was now leaning down, hanging off of the chains and panting as the majority of his back and ass is feeling cold and wet. He then lifted his body up, still not willing to give up Drewen. He then heard Drake's voice. "Wow. I'm quite impressed that you didn't give me the kingdom after all that, emperor. You must really have some guts to not give up like a coward. Unfortunately, that leaves me with option number 2..."

He then heard Drake step away for a moment, picking up something. He was nervous and rightfully so. "What's choice number 2, Harkonen?" He heard no reply, "Answer me!"

After a few seconds had passed, he suddenly felt the cool feeling of liquid being squirted onto his gigantic, toned pecs and abdominals, eventually flowing down to his genitals. "I've decided to let you live, fucktard," Drake replied, "but I'm going to give you an injection. I'm going to pump some cocaine into your penis."

Kiaru was confused. "Why are going to do that, you son of a bitch? I'm not going to give you the kingdom when I'm high! Also, why my penis? Why not inject your coke into my arm instead, like what you did with the sedative you gave me?"

"Oh I'm not intending to get you high, Kiaru. During my long years of experience with torture, I've experimented with many things. One of those things happen to be injecting cocaine into the veins of a male's genitals. Guess what happened when I tried that? The coke did get the male high, but then it also began to detoriate his penis, slowly turning it into mush. When I inject this into your huge, long pink cock and release you, Kiaru, you're going to watch your dick rot off and wish that you've given me Drewen! Ah well, that means you're just going to be just like king William was after the Battle of Tesa, except he still had a dick but no balls. That also means you're no longer able to please women as well and ensure the next generation." He then gave out an evil cackle as he struck a vein on Kiaru's flaccid penis (it's over three feet long when flaccid) with a finger, causing it to bulge out. "Say goodbye to your huge cock, emperor, because soon it's going to be history!"

Kiaru panicked as he felt the sadistic monster grab onto his dick, holding it out in a straight horizontal lone. He tried lifting his foot and kicking the monster's legs, but found that his weakened muscles hardly make any impact. He also couldn't lift his knees high enough to impale his knee spikes into the dragon's flesh, and even if he could, the impact would've been less than desireable. He soon felt the prick of a needle against the skin of his prick, and that's when he finally broke. "Alright, I'll give you Drewen! Just stop what you're doing and let me go with my manhood intact!"

He still felt the needle pressed into the vein. "Do you decree that Drewen and its people are now mine for me to rule as my own?"

"Yes I decree it!" The Legend screamed out. "I now decree that you, Drake 'Hellblazer' Harkonen, is now the merc leader of Drewen and all of its people. Now let me go!"

Kiaru then felt the needle lift off of his vein and felt Drake sep behind him. "Well I'm now glad that you just made me the ruler of this delightful place, Kiaru, and you just saved yourself from a dire fate..." He then heard Drake yell out behind him. "Wouldn't you all agree, everybody!" The Dark Blitz was suddenly confused as he heard the yells of many people, and then felt the bag lift over his head, exposing him to sunlight. His eyes widened in awe as he saw that he was in the palace arena, whose multiple floors were filled with rows upon rows of attendants made up of not only tigers, but of the other various races within Drewen who attended the coliseum-like structure. Among them was Raikov, Renee, Maria, Nesca, dozens and dozens of slaves, and dozens upon dozens of guards armed with rifles and swords. Also among the armed guards was the soldier who had returned to his home with his family from Krostavia and found the huge, cummy, bloody mess Maria and Drake had made and had no idea who broke into his house.

Kiaru found that he was chained between two of several pillars outlining the perimeter of the arena, huge back several feet away from a bloodstained wall. He then saw in front of him a steel table that had been placed in the arena. He saw that on its metallic surface was a needless syringe, a sewing needle, a blowtorch, a piece of burnt meat, a green popsicle, and a box. He then looked below him and saw in the sand that it wasn't blood that was dripping down his back but was instead the green, melted juice of the popsicle. He also saw that there was a microphone and its stand right in front of him, allowing the people in the audience to hear the conversation between him and Drake. He realized that Drake wasn't really physically torturing him at all, but was instead sadistically humiliating him with a cruel, torturous mind game in front of hundreds of people while simultaneously gaining the kingdom of Drewen through coercion. Anger and rage boiled within him. "Why you fucking son of a bitch!"

In his anger, he lunged forward in an attempt to break the chains, but still felt too weakened to break out of them. He flexed his muscles as strongly as he could, but the effects of the muscle relaxant was too much. He then just hung there seething with anger, humiliated and defeated. He then felt himself drop as Drake released the chains from his arms, causing him to yell and fall right into the ground. The crowd started to laugh as he found himself in the dirt with a mouth full of sand. He started spitting out the dry, bad-tasting granules as Drake lifted him up by the back of his neck, setting him down onto the ground. The dragon stared down at him, a serous look in his eyes. "I now suggest that you leave Drewen, Kiaru, but before you do, I'm going to give you a warning. If you go to war on me, I'll fight back even if you have an empire, but if you'll leave me alone, I'll do the same..."

Kiaru still spat sand out of his mouth, disliking the taste. He was angry that he was humiliated and had lost Drewen, which he had liked as a part of his kingdom including the novelty police force, but was still too weak to fight. He stared up at the dragon, whose face and red eyes actually reminded him of the fresco painting of Typhon that he saw earlier except it was more handsome and less terrifying, had no bone spikes, and was less monstrous looking. This was unnerving to him. "Okay, I'll leave you alone, Hellblazer, since my empire is too busy fighting wars with other nations and PMCs anyway, but we are still on bad terms you hear me? Also, what about my clothes and weapons? I can't just go out naked and unarmed like this!"

Drake stared down at him. "Your clothes are waiting for you in the living room and your weapons are in your car, Kiaru. There's also an armed team of 30 guards in the living room who will shoot you if you try anything funny, so don't even think of trying to doing something for your own safety." The dragon then moved over to the table and grabbed the box. "I also have a parting gift for you, emperor. Inside it are a couple of videos which show some vital information. I suggest you view them as soon as possible." In truth, they were copies of the snuff films that Drake had filmed in the police station and the Crimisnuff warehouse. The porn film he had made with Linda Maril was already being shipped to Tramis by the agents of the long dead drug dealer Darryl Montana.

"I'll take a look at them, Hellblazer. I don't know what is on them, but it'd better be important."

"Oh they are important, Kiaru. They will certainly open up your eyes about what went on in Drewen during your absence. Now you'd better be on your way, as you're no longer welcome in my new home."

Kiaru took the box. He was at least strong enough to carry it. "Well goodbye for now, Hellblazer. May we hopefully not meet again." In his anger, the Dark Blitz went over to the microphone stand, grabbed the microphone, and crushed it in his hand, making it useless. Partially satisfied, he then turned around, heading to the exit of the arena. Drake watched as the Dark Blitz eventually opened the huge double doors and then disappeared. Although Drake could've personally challenged Kiaru as a merc leader (technically not as a landser since he doesn't own a nation), but not as a king, and fought the Legend in a duel for Drewen, he didn't as he felt that if he should, it would be for the whole empire rather a portion of it. That's why he got the kingdom the way he did, and although it got the job done, he greatly hated the dishonor behind it and thus why he actually didn't physically torture Kiaru. He instead got to cruelly humiliate the emperor in psychological torture and let him leave with everything but his pride intact. Drake then turned to the crowd and lifted both of his hands up in victory, and the crowd cheered for him as their new merc leader. Although they knew he was the infamous murderer of Wakusa, he had power of Raikov and the military backing him and thus they accepted him as their pack leader despite the fact that he's a dragon and not a tiger. This was not unheard of in Tigris since in the past there were landsers in Tigris who were not tigers.

As the crowd was cheering Drake on, two attendees weren't giving him their ovation. Standing on the balcony of the arena's second floor was a 14 foot, 10 inch tall wingless black dragon with purple eyes who is slightly more muscular than Kiaru in the upper body, but not the legs, and dressed in a brown t-shirt and blue jeans. He stared at the 18 foot, 9 inch black dragon who just became the landser of Drewen. Neither an expression of joy nor hate was on his face, but instead one of interest. He silently thought to himself as the crowd kept cheering. "So it appears that Hellblazer had finally become a lander of his own merc nation. I better contact the Queen about this..." He then proceeded to turn and move towards the exit among the crowd. Despite his size and musculature, he moved rapidly and silently through without really being noticed by anybody.

On the rooftop and behind the glass dome above the crowd there was a vague outline of a shape, that looks like it's around 10-12 feet in height, looking down at the spectacle. Although it was nearly impossible to see especially at this height, its body is entirely covered in a metallic exoskeleton, is attached on its left hip a scabbard that sheathed a long, sleek-looking sword different from the broadswords of Tigris, some sort of thin, sharp disc attached to its right hip, a knife carried in a sheath wrapped around its left leg, a pistol carried in a holster wrapped around the midsection of its right leg, and some sort of mask that is completely round and oval-shaped along with no other distinctive features other than a round, cycloptic, robotic eye that glows with a hue of yellow-ish orange. Like the black dragon before it, a silent thought passed through its mind. "So Emperor Kiaru lost Drewen to the infamous Hellblazer. I better inform Lord Marcus of this..." The figure then suddenly turned completely transparent, now nearly impossible to see at any distance, and turned around, heading away from the glass dome in order to follow Kiaru. Neither Kiaru nor Drake know about these two mysterious figures nor who they work for, but the two rulers certainly aren't aware of their presence...