Torture (Limb Severing / Body Mutilation / Hardcore)
Panrak’s breathing grew steadily harsher. He seized Seliac’s chin roughly and forced it upward. Her already unfocused eyes met his face. Seeing the mixture of terror, resignation, and regret written across her features, he stroked her cheek with deceptive gentleness as he spoke.
“That’s right… since you’ve admitted it, now tell me honestly.”
His voice was low and sticky. The fingers that had been caressing her cheek suddenly clamped onto both sides of her face like a handle and squeezed hard.
“How long did you play the bitch under Kron?”
When Seliac’s eyes flicked upward, Panrak backhanded her across the cheek.
Slap—
“A bitch dragon strutting around putting on airs of nobility… when the truth is you were just sprawled under that bastard’s feet, shaking your heat-crazed ass and begging for cock juice. Is that what a dragon really is?”
Slap—
“Chained up, getting fucked every day like a bitch in heat, filling your belly with cum instead of food, then hanging from the iron chains again waiting for the next round… is that the great dragon?”
Slap—
At last Seliac could only gasp weakly, tears streaming down her face.
“If I’m a bitch, then just kill me.”
Hearing those words, Panrak tore the last rags of her clothing completely away. Unrecognizable scraps of cloth fluttered to the floor, leaving her fully naked. Skin glistening with blood, sweat, and other fluids. Her breasts bore clear bruises and claw marks; her belly was mottled with dark fist-shaped contusions. The insides of her thighs were already streaked with blood and the traces of fluids that had leaked from her crotch.
“Whether I kill a bitch or not is entirely up to me.”
He raked his nails across her already clawed wounds, ripping the flesh open so that fresh blood welled up.
“If you still don’t understand, I’ll teach you.”
Kron’s circular cutting saws materialized in a multi-summon.
“Kron put iron collars on you, called you whenever he was in heat, fucked you from behind like a bitch, shoved it in your mouth, sucked on your tits… and enjoyed every scream you made, didn’t he?”
Panrak chuckled darkly and set the summoned saws spinning at high speed.
“And this is supposed to be a dragon? Pathetic.”
He brought the silently whirling blades toward the joints of her limbs, which were already spread and locked in place. Realizing what he intended, Seliac forced out a hoarse cry that was almost a scream.
“Don’t—!!! I really was trying to help you!!!!”
Panrak clamped his left hand over her mouth.
“Shut your mouth, bitch.”
Blood and shreds of flesh sprayed as the spinning saws bit into bone with a grinding shriek.
“Mmmphhhhh!!!!!!!”
Seliac’s body convulsed as if in seizure. The blades chewed slowly through her elbows and knees; her eyes rolled back, she voided bloody urine, and she lost consciousness. Without mercy the saws finished their work, and four severed limbs dropped free.
Panrak sealed the spurting stumps with magic, then lifted the discarded chunks of flesh with telekinesis.
“A bitch doesn’t need arms and legs.”
He snapped his fingers. Flames erupted from the severed pieces. The stench of burning meat filled the cave until only ash remained. He looked down at Seliac once more.
Hanging from the collar, her body now ended cleanly just below the elbows and just below the knees. The cut surfaces still glowed red-hot; the black scabs formed by cauterizing mana had cracked slightly, seeping thin threads of blood.
No wrists, no ankles, no fingers, no toes. Only short stubs from shoulder to elbow, from hip to knee, left dangling from the iron chain around her neck as if she had been hanged.
Yet the lightened torso still drew faint breaths, the whole body twitching with residual shock and agony.
Panrak approached slowly and took hold of the chain at her throat. A light tug produced a metallic click as the collar lock released. The suddenly weightless body started to pitch forward; he caught her around the waist with one arm and laid her carefully on the floor.
The freshly severed ends touched stone with a soft, wet sound. The black scabs were still hot enough that even the lightest contact sent fresh tremors through her.
Seliac remained unconscious.
Panrak stripped off his trousers, knelt, and forced her thighs apart. Gripping the truncated ends of her knees with both hands, he spread them as wide as they would go. Then he drove his already swollen cock straight into her cunt.
Ssshhhk—
He buried himself to the hilt in a single thrust with no preparation. There was no resistance. Her loosened insides, slick with every kind of filth that now served as lubricant, swallowed their new master easily. Because her lower body was so light, the entire truncated torso rocked with every movement of his hips.
Huff, huff—
Each time Panrak slammed his thick cock home, Seliac’s whole torso was shoved upward. Annoyed by the way his living onahole kept sliding away, he yanked the remaining chain still fastened around her neck, hauling her back down. The iron bit deeper into her throat with every pull.
Click, click.
The cut ends of her elbows scraped the floor, leaving fresh smears of blood.
“…Nngh…”
Huff, huff—
In the cave that had been filled only with Panrak’s bestial grunts, a tiny moan suddenly rose. Seliac’s eyelids fluttered; her unfocused pupils drifted slowly. Consciousness was returning.
“…Uh… ah…♡”
A hoarse sound leaked from her lips. Panrak did not slow. He thrust harder.
“…Awake, bitch?”
He laughed low in his throat. Instinctively Seliac tried to push him away with her hands—but her shortened arms only flailed uselessly through empty air. When the expected result failed to appear, bewilderment crossed her face. Then she looked down at the stubs of her limbs, and her features twisted.
“Ah… aaaaaaah!!!!!”
The scream tore free—raw, throat-ripping, hoarse.
“My… my arms… my legs…!!”
“You’re my bitch now. You don’t need arms and legs, do you?”
“You fucking bastard!!!! I’ll kill you!!! You filthy human shit!! Ungrateful race that doesn’t even know the debt of being helped!!!!! You too… I’ll burn you to death too!!!!!!!!”
Tears poured from Seliac’s eyes; bloody foam and curses sprayed from her mouth. She thrashed, but the shortened limbs could do nothing. All she managed was to writhe her torso in pure agony.
Panrak’s eyes went cold.
“…A bitch with a filthy mouth.”
He seized her jaw with one hand and forced it wide. With the other he poured mana into his fingers and shoved them deep into her mouth. As they dug into the soft tissue, her body convulsed again.
“Mmmphhhhh!!!!!”
“Bitches don’t talk, do they?”
He stirred his fingers one by one, slowly. From the canines to the front teeth. Mana seared the roots and melted them.
Crrrk—
The wet sounds of teeth being torn free continued. Blood flooded her mouth. Seliac’s eyes rolled back; her body spasmed. Only after every tooth had been ripped out did Panrak finally withdraw his hand.
She tried to move her mouth, but only a blood-smeared tongue flopped weakly inside.
“You dog-shit bastard…”
Even toothless, she glared at him in rage and forced out the mangled words. Panrak’s eyes lit with mad light as he answered.
“I’d love to cut out the tongue that defies its master… but I do enjoy having my cock licked.”
He shoved his once-again swollen cock into the bloody mouth of the woman lying beneath him. Even through the haze of pain, Seliac understood that if she did not open and serve, the tongue would go next. She parted her lips obediently.
“Good bitch.”
Ssshhhk—
The instant he stroked her hair, his cock plunged deep into her throat. No resistance; it went in far too easily. Without teeth it sank even deeper.
“Ghk… ghk-ghk…!”
Her throat bulged. Instinctive gagging and thrashing followed, but without limbs or teeth she could offer no real resistance. Only bloody foam and spit overflowed.
Panrak left her head where it was and simply rocked his hips toward the floor. Every thrust that speared her throat made her body jerk and her short stumps flap. The cut ends scraped and struck the stone, spilling more blood.
“Work that tongue properly, you bitch.”
Seliac could not even answer. Tears and nosebleed ran freely; every hole that could leak—and some that should not—oozed fluids. Her mouth was already a swamp of blood and other secretions.
Whether he noticed her state or not, Panrak simply continued to use her like an onahole. Once more his breathing roughened. His hips snapped forward and he buried himself to the root one final time.
“…Kh.”
Hot semen erupted deep in her throat. There was no need to swallow. His cock was lodged in her esophagus, and thick white jets poured straight toward her stomach—once, twice, three times in succession. White fluid filled her throat and began to overflow downward.
Her neck swelled with the motion of attempted swallowing, but she lacked the strength. Liquid reverse-flowed from nose and mouth. White cum mixed with red blood ran down her face, soaked her chin, and dripped onto her breasts. Small convulsions rippled through her while her airway remained blocked.
Blood and semen mixed and spilled from her lips. Her tongue twitched feebly, but no sound came. Her eyes stayed open, unfocused, staring at nothing.
“…Hah… …hah…”
Only the faintest breaths escaped.
Panrak gazed down at her, still riding the afterglow of climax. The toothless mouth, the truncated limbs, the torso soaked in blood and fluids. Thoughts of comrades or dragons no longer existed. All that remained was the raw lust to dominate and breed the helpless female pinned beneath him.