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Timanth:
Bronze eastern dragon, 150 feet tall
Gorflame:
Giant black dragon, much bigger ;)
You slumber deep and soundly in the sanctuary you believe to be your trap ridden cavern. Pleasant dreams roam through your mind as you snooze justly, not sensing anything evil that may come up. Neither you nor your sensors or minions are aware of the black, misty shadows suddenly forming within the room. Demonic creatures, bred to assassinate and sneak into lairs that no fleshy being could ever gain access to. 7,8...a whole dozen of them is coming close to you, unnoticed...and before you can take another breath, collars of forged metal snap around your throat, your ankles and your wrists! Your eyes bolt open in alarm, yet all you still manage to behold is your frame dissolving in a teleportation spell.
Timanth dozes in the heart of his lair, dreams of magical artifacts and priceless technology whizzing around in his head. He sleeps undisturbed and unwary, confident that his traps and sensors will pick up and stop any intruders trying to sneak into his sanctuary. Little is he to know that demons are slowly materializing within the sanctuary itself, aided by the black magic used to transport them instantly into his cave. He senses a great disturbance around him and snaps opens his eyes, but before he has time to react great bands of iron fasten around his neck and limbs. He struggles uselessly, the bands of iron preventing his magic from working, hindering him greatly. Before he has time to burst through the bonds, he sees his body start to disappear as a familiar teleport spell takes place, but to where he is being taken, he does not know. Not yet, anyways.
Slowly, the buzzing world around you regains a shape...your senses switching back to their purpose, taking in the scenery. You are in a massive cave! It seems pretty unshaped, apparently the owner has no desire to reform it much to his biddings. Your sensitive nostrils take in a scent of lava, fire, candles...old rock. A heavy aroma in the air. Suddenly, you hear a sharp, snarling hisssss at your side....Gorflame beholds the Asian dragon's snout bolt into his direction, his eyes in alarm. The powerful, black dragon gives him a wide and nasty grin. "So, so. What do we have here? A small bronze drake from the east, hmm? Say..." speaking further, the black, rough scaled beast steps closer to you on his four wide, heavy feet..."I heard you had one of my comrades as your guest? You caught Ahastar for your wishes? Is it true that you...forced him under your feet for your entertainment?"
The bronze Asian dragon shakes his head to clear his mind from the fuzz that always accompanies a teleport, and looks around the cave. The crude cave that greets his eyes is poor compared to his own organized, neat room. What really repulses him is the scent of many things burning…lava, candles, he can take it all in. Not to mention the must of old rock. A hiss draws his attention from the scenery and to a reptilian head lowered down to him. His eyes open wide as he realizes that the black dragon standing beside him is at least twice his size, if not bigger. As he hears your words a sense of comprehension begins to dawn on him. So this must be Ahastar’s master, a true demonic dragon. He thinks. “Yesss,” He replies, “Ahastar was my…guest for awhile, after he tried to steal a sword…And yes, I used him for my entertainment. I will not argue about that. He stole from my lair, and deserved punishment.”
The hulking, black demon's grin grows wider and wider with every word you speak. "Now that's all I wanted to hear. You need to learn your place, little pest! And it is far, far below even the most dwarf of a demon! Minions...bind him to the ground!" Before you can even let out a hiss of protest, you are suddenly surrounded by a good 30 slick creatures, all of them maybe 1/4 of your own size. Walking bipedal on large fins they seem to resemble an eerie kind of amphibian reptiles, slender and long, but surprisingly powerful...demonically powerful! Gorflame beholds them pinning the bronze dragon down to the ground, the rattling sounds of heavy chains roaming through the air. "Good so. Chain him down, bind him well!" The metal rattles some more, the fast fins of the amphibians connecting your collars and the chains to the wall in no time. Just a few heartbeats later you are down at the ground, stomach up. Your arms and legs are spread wide and hard, your neck held down to the ground, Looking up, you can see the massive, quadruped dragon standing at your tail. "Fine, fine. Let's get this started!" That said, he lifts his forefeet up, presenting you the brown, utterly filthy soles for a few seconds before trampling all over you! Tons and tons of dragon press down into your flesh, and that's only just him standing up on you! Finally, his two forefeet are pressing down on your face and throat, while his way larger rear paws are smothering your belly and groin. Rumbling, the black dragon lifts his head and tail up high in arrogance, simply allowing his weight to press down into you.
The copper dragon glares defiantly into the grinning maw of the larger black dragon staring down at him. That is, until he hears your command. Hissing in anger and protest, he struggles as creatures ¼ his size grab him and chain him to the ground, the sound of iron chains rattling in the still air among Timanth’s protests. Yet even his powerful strength is no match for the strength of the minions, who borrow direct power from hell. He winces a little as the bindings stretch his arms and legs far apart, far enough to be painful. Spread-eagled on the ground, he can’t offer much resistance, but still glares at the black dragon standing behind his tail. But all resistance fades the moment he witnesses the dirty soles looming above him. He doesn’t even get to take a breath before the HUGE paws come down on his head and throat, pressing them hard against the cave floor. The Asian dragon can feel your filth on his face, the disgusting mixture of dirt, blood, and who knows what else rubbing against his muzzle. He can’t even breathe, but the horrible smell of your two forepaws infiltrates his nostrils, revolting him almost to the point of losing the contents of his stomach. A sudden pain in his lower body causes him to hiss in intense pain, as he realizes that your back paws have placed themselves on his belly and groin. He almost cries out as several tons of dragon weight press down upon the most sensitive spots in his body. What’s more, you raise your head and tail, increasing the weight upon his body, adding at least 200 pounds by shifting the balance of weight all onto your paws.
Gorflame stands tall and proud all over you, degrading your flesh to serve as his doormat, utterly flattening out beneath the merciless demands his claw feet issue to you. Indeed it seems the demonic black dragon does not give too much about cleaning his feet - and it's obvious why. His amphibic minions hissss out in approval to the sight, some of them drooling onto the ground in open arousal. Demonic beings, drawing their joy out of the suffering of others. In the meantime, the hulking black reptile on top of you starts to speak again in his hissing voice. "You shall be taught your place, vermin. How DARE you tread a demon underfoot, mortal pest?! I will teach you a lesson you won't forget until your painful, miserable death finally devours you from this world!" Finishing with a chuckling roar, Gorflame begins to squeeze his feet around on the spot. He slightly lifts the ones on your throat and belly, pressing harder into your face and groin. His uprising feet don't really leave your body though, they just come squishing back down to allow the ones on your face and groin to lift up, thus squishing harsh into your belly and throat. On and on the black dragon goes. He kneads you with his filthy soles. He massages the dirt in between his toes into your skin. Slowly, excruciating, seemingly for ages. He twists and squeezes your body. And in all that time he does not even grant you a single look. He just holds his head and tail up and proud.
Timanth can barely breath under the soles of the large black dragon, let alone form a retort to your statement. He barely gets to adjust to the new-added pain when suddenly you start to move your paws around, slightly lifting the ones on his belly and throat. But you don’t even give him time to take a breath as the paws on his face and groin push down hard, cutting off his air supply yet again. Even worse is the fact that one of your toepads is digging into his mouth, scraping the horrible filth all over his tongue, no matter how he tries to dodge the intruding toe. The taste makes his stomach churn, all the accumulated dirt, mud, blood, and waste introducing themselves to his tongue and his mouth. The copper dragon’s groin is screaming in pain, the most sensitive spot on his body not meant to be treated this way. Your sole pad is digging painfully hard into his crotch, and it’s causing unbelievable pain between his legs. Abruptly, the horrible weight is lifted from his crotch and face, only to be applied twofold against his throat and belly again, the huge paws rubbing all the filth accumulated into the copper dragon’s hide. He lets his mind let out a telepathic scream as the squashing goes on, his body flattening under the incredible weight. After awhile, his mind grows numb, but his body is still screaming pain into his brain. The rhythm of your paws going up, down, up, down seems to go on for ages. And he’s sure that through all this, you’re too disdainful to give him even a single look to see how your doormat’s faring.
Gorflame still does not deem you worthy to be beheld by his eyes. All he has for you are his dirty feet. He keeps on squishing into your body some more, but finally decides it is enough of this gentle treatment. You still wonder what part of your body he has left the most deep footprints into, when suddenly the amphibian lizard creatures around you start trampling the rocky cave ground in a choir. Whrom - Whrom - Whrom - Whrom...a rhythm. A rhythm for Gorflame to follow. And sure enough, the kneading fades...and his feet start to lift up high and higher...and come crashing back down on you! He lifts the paws from your head and groin completely, utterly compressing the flesh beneath his other two feet and SMASHES them down back again on the old spot, flattening the flesh below to maybe 1/3 it's normal size. Old filth flies through the air as the black scaled, brown soled claw feet from your belly and throat lift up, gather trampling distance and finally - WHROM - come upon you once more like meteors. Stars are already dancing in front of your eyes from the brutal treatment. Hot, acidic drool drips down from Gorflame's upheld muzzle right into your face, drawing slimy tendrils every single time the foot on your face tramples anew. Your belly revolts. Your groin harshly reminds you to piss out. Your head hurts so horridly. And your throat feels compressed to suffocation.
The copper dragon pants, or tries to pant, as the squishing finally stops, the feet coming to rest for the moment. But then he feels, rather than hears, the pounding in the ground of dozens of Amphibian feet pounding on the ground. It sounds like a rhythm…but what kind of rhythm…A deep sense of foreboding fills the cooper dragon, and he barely get to think out a SHIT! Before two paws from his head and groin lift high, pressing his throat and belly down horribly flat and breaking not a few bones. It all comes crashing down on his head again as your two paws SMASH down, flattening his head and groin. He chokes down a strangled scream as the huge paws cut off his air intake yet again. As your paw pushes DEEP into his groin, he spasms over and over as the heavy stomping causes him to violently spew out his body fluids from his groin, the liquid staining your paws and adding to the filth that’s being pushed into his skin. Over and over the black paws rise up and then come down. The pain is unbearable, and he can FEEL all the broken bones start protruding from his skin, poking through flesh, he’s being flattened so much. Blood flows freely from his nostrils and mouth, the intense trampling too much for his body to bear. A sizzling momentarily draws his attention, and he lets out a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream as the acidic saliva eats through his face right to the bone. He starts squirming all he can, trying to avoid the corrosive liquid raining down like a flood. Miraculously, his eyes are the only spot missed. The other portions of his face are blood-covered bones right now, and he looks more like a demon or corpse every second. But he’s kept alive somehow, some sinister property of this cave of hell. All thought is FLATTENED when your paws trample down on his belly yet again, causing him to violently vomit out the contents of his belly. The half-liquid half-solid spews out of his mouth on the ground as his stomach empties from the harsh treatment. He thinks he’s going to suffocate, his wind pipe is being compressed so much!
Gorflame lets out yet another powerful, almighty roaaar, the amphibians all around your keeping on trampling the ground in perfect rhythm! WHOM- WHOM- WHOM the broad, heavy, black feet fall down, Gorflame trampling that harshly that he is almost bouncing on your twisted frame. Finally the black demon dragon bolts up into the air, leans forward, stomps both his forefeet into your face and rears up his lower body into the air, pressing his entire terrible weight down into your cranium! Just a split second before it explodes into pieces, the dragon on top of you hops off of your mangled frame. But yet, the hell has just started for you. Snorting out a steam of hot air, the black beast once again steps up near your tail. "That should be enough to soften you up some, vermin! Engage the chains, turn this pest around!" Two of the amphibians disappear into the behind sections of the cavern. A moment later the chains all around your body come to life, turn and twist around and painfully distort your tormented body to flop around, now laying down on your utterly trampled belly, your untouched back pointing to the ceiling. The collar around your neck is brutally dragged down, keeping your snout close to the ground. Due to your forced position shift, your head is now resting near the black dragon. Gorflame sits down on a titanic boulder in front of you. His stinking hind feet only a few feet away from your face on the ground. You gag at their stench of filth even from here, when suddenly you feel yet another ice cold steel collar wrap around your tailspade. Sure enough, your tail is lifted up high. "Very well. Show him the probe." You blink a few times until one of the light blue colored amphibians steps next to your face, adding yet another pair of feet into your view. Finned, long...alien. You look away from the creature's paws and look up. He is showing you a large, curved, black probe, easily half the length of your tail. Smeared in black oil and with dozens and dozens of dullish spikes all over the rounded head. Some of the rotten oil drops down on your face until Gorflame speaks again. "Good so. Now insert it." The pair of amphibian feet disappear from your view...the sounds of their footfalls moving to your tailhole - and sure enough, you can feel the ice cold, spiked steel starting to be rubbed and pressed and forced down your anal vent, which by FAR isn't wide enough to welcome it. "You there, come and shut his muzzle!" Another amphibian creature steps close to you. It opens it's long, tooth-filled muzzle wide and spit-vomits a huge, slimy glob of tough, greenish saliva into his cupped hands. Before you can even protest the slick creature begins to smear it all over your lips! The taste is BEYOND disgusting, the tough slime raping your tongue! But not enough, it also completely glues your jaws together. You have to breath through your nostrils if you don't want to suffocate! "Fine so!" the black dragon says "now help your brethren pressing the probe in."...and HOW they press! Deep and deeper, it feels as if that thing would split your hips in half! "And while we are at it, you deserve some more." Saying that, Gorflame lifts his filth-stuck hind feet and places both their balls square over your nostrils! You can easily take in air still - but RIGHT under his feet.
The stomping on Timanth’s body has just become another routine, like the squishing. The steady rhythm of the amphibian feet trampling the ground has just become another part of his life. Each time, the feet come down harder, and each time, the copper dragon feels closer to oblivion. But something in the cave holds him back, making him endure incredible pain without letting him pass into unconsciousness or death. All of the sudden, you rear up and the pressure on his belly and groin increases in a huge amount! He can feel his body being flattened now to less than ¼ its original thickness. He barely can open his mouth as both your paws SLAM down into his head, your hind legs rising off the ground to increase the already HUGE pressure in his head. As the weight mounts, the copper dragon murmurs his last words in his head, knowing that this was the end. But it is not, and right as he thinks of death welcoming him into his grasp, you hop off him, releasing the complete pressure on his body. But the already squished and mangled body is unable to decompress as it has been so thoroughly crushed. Only his legs, tail, and arms are somewhat still their original proportions. He feels you stomp back to his tail, and give your command. The bronze dragon is utterly clueless as to what horror awaits him, but he’s sure it will not be pleasant. Indeed as the two amphibians disappear behind the cave walls, he feels the chains start to twist and turn, and he cries out painfully as they completely disregard his wounds and forcefully turn him around, lying him face down on the hard cave floor. Unfortunately, this abrupt position shift has brought him right up to your feet, and the collar around his neck holds his muzzle adamantly in front of the filthy feet. The stench even from here is horrible, the smell of his own urine and vomit overpowering his senses. Hearing your words, and icy chill comes over his body, and he shrieks as the cold iron fastens around his tailspade, lifting it much higher than comfortable. The amphibian feet tread up to him, and they seem webbed, alien, and strange. Timanth looks up, only to see a black probe, covered in spikes and smeared with black oil, easily his tail length. Hearing your words, he screams in protest, knowing what’s to come next. This doesn’t stop him from SHRIEKING out as the all-too-large prove is shoved brutally against his tail hole, intruding in a most unpleasant manner. He squirms and continues to whimper loudly as the probe completely violates his tail hole, stretching it FAR beyond limit, making him feel like his tail is going to split. Another amphibian walks up to him, and expecting just slimy hands holding his muzzle shut, he has no preparation of what comes next. Seeing the amphibian projectile-spit the glob of slime into his hands, he lets out another shriek and struggles hard. But it’s no use as the chains bind him tight, and the minion SMEARS the goo all over the copper mouth, making sure to glue his lips tight. He almost vomits again with revulsion, the liquid is so vile! The bronze dragon is forced to breathe through his nostrils if he wants to keep living. Although by now, he’s not sure if living is such a good thing after all. But before he has any time to ponder the two amphibians SHOVE the probe deeper and deeper into his anal passage, making him feel like his hips are about to fall apart. As if this weren’t enough, the huge black dragon places his hind feet right on top of Timanth’s nostrils, forcing him to breathe the horrid stench of dirt, blood, urine, and vomit. But his fear of death forces him to breathe in, sucking in the repulsive aroma.
Gorflame kneads and massages your nostrils with the filthy soles of his feet, rubbing the dirt of his ball pads deep over and into your nose. "Yesss...that's it little pest. Soak in the air. I want to hear it rattle deep into your lungs." He keeps on kneading, keeps on his evil massage all the while an entire group of amphibians in your rear shoves and shoves and SHOVES the steel probe in. You can feel some of the oil dripping down off your tailhole until finally the amphibians are satisfied. You can feel the dull spiked head of the steel somewhere in your guts already! The black beast grins wide and finally removes his feet from your deeply browned nose. He lifts one of his broad hind paws up into the air and starts digging one of his hand talons in between the toe crotches of his hind foot. "Very well. Turn him around again!" And while he waits for his minions to twist your body back upwards to show your stomach, the sick reptile begins to dig the crap he dug out of his toe crotches deep, deep into your nostrils, using his finger claws to shove the filth far back.
Timanth chokes and almost suffocates from the lack of air he’s getting. Your feet completely SMOTHER his muzzle, rendering him with little air, except small amount that you let creep around your foot pad. And even that small amount of the horrid stench is enough to make the bronze dragon’s stomach flip. As if that weren’t bad already, the group of amphibians behind him struggle with the probe, continuing to jam the large object into his body. He can feel the oil leaking out of his tail hole and dripping down it, the foul, greasy liquid smearing all over his tail base as the probe is jammed further and further in. Indeed, the copper dragon can already feel the spiked end inside his guts, the dull spikes digging painfully into his innards. His hips feel stretched until they’re ready to burst already, and the pain is so unbearable that he lets out a muffled scream from beneath your feet. Suddenly, the huge pressure on his nose is released, and he breathes a much-needed gulp of fresh air. Or as fresh as air can be in a place like this. He watches as you idly start digging around in your toe crotch, and looks disgusted at the crap that you dig out. Expecting to be turned around once again at your command, the bronze dragon stolidly braces himself for the pain as best he can. What he doesn’t expect is the huge claw that comes down on his head, inserting itself brutally into his nostrils. He almost vomits again as the sick overpowering smell invades his senses, and this time, he can’t find anywhere to find fresh air, the stuff is stuck so deep inside of his nose.
Gorflame keeps digging into the other toecrotch of his uplifted foot, smearing the half solid crap stuck in between it out once more, holding it on his claw...and sure enough, he rams it deep down into your other nostril again, spreading the narrow tunnel brutally with his steel solid claw, shoving the dirt from his toes that deep inside of your snout that you begin to wonder if he wants to introduce it into your brain! Finally, the black dragon lets go from you. Apparently for a good reason, because the chains so firmly stuck to your body begin to rattle again, pushing and pulling you over and turning your still badly trampled downside up. The pain in your hips almost rips you apart as the 100s of tons heavy probe stuck deep into your tailhole is forced to move with your body until you are laying on your back again. Only now you realize there is an eerie pipe attached to the probe...but you don't have long to think about that as the demonic beast towering at your tail rears up on his hind feet only! "Very well so! Stretch his legs! Pull them apart as far as possible! I want to see his hips twitch!" Finishing his brutal command with a shattering roar, the amphibians around him do their best to fulfill their master’s wish. And how they pull! The chains on your ankles DEMAND your legs to be spread that wide that you think they have to pop from your hips any minute now. You can't prevent a howl of pain emerging your tortured muzzle, still with Gorflame's filth stuck inside your nostrils...yet he is far from finished! With horror you have to behold as one of the broad, heavy hind feet lifts up, exposing the still horridly dirty, brown, rough scaled sole for a moment before it is utterly stamped down right into your groin! "Yessss...that's it little pest!" The black foot is grinding left and right in long, wide rotations, digging deep into your sexual organs for a while...before Gorflame finally fully steps up onto it with his other hind foot! His entire terrible weight is pushed right into your groin....which of course is pushing into the spiked warhead of the steel probe deep within your tailhole. Your hips BEG for mercy, SCREAM at your brain for relief - you can't answer. But Gorflame can. "Good so! I will milk you vermin until nothing is left of your malehood! Minions! PULL the chains on his legs! Engage the bolt machine! And all of you, prepare the basin!"…you wonder what all that means when suddenly the probe deep within you starts to fizzle in high voltage electricity!
The copper dragon watches in tortured agony as the chains around him start to rumble to life. But even worse yet is the fact that you’re still digging at your toe crotch, letting the copper Eastern know that you still have much more in store for him. Sure enough, the claw is withdrawn, and Timanth’s pained eyes are treated to yet another huge glob of crap, the brown semi-solid smelling just as horrible as it looks. But there is no time given for any response as you brutally and violently shove your claw into his other nostril, the hard talon itself almost ripping his nostril open. He can feel the foot filth sliding around in his nostril, and still your claw digs deeper, shoving the filth deeper and deeper into his nostrils, until he thinks you’re trying to dig into his brain itself! He sighs in relief as your claw finally withdraws, lessening the pounding pain inside his muzzle. But this is short lived as another harsh scream is ripped from his throat as the chains start turning him over again, causing the heavy metal probe to turn harshly inside of him. He shrieks as he can feel the heavy metal ends digging into his guts, and he’s sure they’re drawing tons of blood from his internal organs. Sure enough, blood mixed with the oil starts dripping out of his tailhole, and he starts feeling faint from blood loss. All this is jerked back to him as he spies the strange pipe attached to the probe, the purpose of which he cannot guess. But he is given no time to contemplate as your large frame towers over him, your powerful hind legs supporting your entire body. He gulps as he hears your harsh command, and screams and howls as his legs are pulled wider apart than they ever could be imagined possible. This must be for a purpose, and that purpose is soon made clear as your heavy hind foot lifts up and STOMPS down on his groin, drawing a long, tortured shriek from him that would curdle the blood of any mortal creature. It is a scream of pain and agony, of loss and humiliation, completely devoid of positive feeling. He can’t even struggle as your foot starts grinding around, violating his body as a human would a toy. The very thought of your filthy, brown foot stomping his most sensitive organs to bits is enough to make him spit blood. When he thinks matters couldn’t get any worse, you suddenly lift your other hind foot and stand on his crotch with BOTH your paws, putting your several tons of weight all upon his battered groin. The warhead presses painfully up against his dragon hood, and he can’t help but let out another tortured howl of sheer pain, his crotch being compressed between unrelenting metal and harsh trampling dragon paw. Your next words make absolutely no sense to him, but he’s given little time to ponder when a ZAP just rushes through him, causing him to shriek out. It’s then he notices the steel probe has been charged with high voltage electricity, and that the curious pipe was a electrical chord. He screams and screams, begging to pass out, but of course, the sinister cave keeps him conscious.
Gorflame licks his lips, just admiring the shivering of your tortured, electrocuted flesh under his feet. The electricity won't stop at all. It seems he wants to keep you like this. "Very well then. Cum for me, little pest. It will be the last time of your life, so you better enjoy it greatly!" Breaking out in booming laughter Gorflame finally lifts his right foot off of your groin, raising it hiiiiigh into the air, some of the filthy grime falling off of his soles...and finally comes rushing back down in a harsh, powerful, bone shattering stomp right into your sexual organs with the spiked probe within your flesh. The demon dragon's other foot rises, waits, allowing the first hind paw to sink in deeeeep with all the weight, before that latter foot comes trampling down as well! Hissing, grinning, roaring, the hulking dragon tramples left, right, left, right, snorting out hot air as he utterly stampedes down your groin. Your dragonhood feels as if it would be flat skin. Your internal testicles are shaking in torment. Your entire hips SCREAM for mercy! And still the trampling dragon does not grant you any! "Stretch his legs! Further, FURTHER! And up the voltage some, I think he likes it!" Moments later not only your tailhole is spasming in electric cramps, no, your entire lower body does! And even though your groin feels as if it would explode, you dare looking over to the amphibian monsters that control the torture devices applied to you - and find yourself confronted with the eerie picture of all 30 of them standing around a small basin of water, apparently washing and cleaning all of their feet into it.
Timanth shivers in revulsion as he hears your sarcastic words. The electricity still surges through his tailhole, shocking it painfully. How anyone could cum in a situation like this was impossible to think about. The incredible pain blinded his mind with agony, and he barely comprehends your words. There’s no time for him to think as you lift your right foot up, resting all of your weight upon your left foot. His entire body jerks up as far as the chains will let him in response to the pain emanating from his lower regions, and stays like that until your right foot slams down, the force and size of it enough to press him back down onto the ground. He lets out a high pitched moan shriek as you lift your other foot, the tons of weight resting on your other foot and a completely different part of his groin. He doesn’t stop screaming as you quickly establish a rhythm of completely crushing his groin, left, right, left, right. His internal organs are spasming and shaking from all the incredible pain applied to them, and his hips cry out to his brain for mercy, mercy from the horrible pain inflicted onto them. But apparently, you intend on giving none as you continue your sadistic rhythm, tramping his crotch to bits. He can almost feel the metal probe poke through and come in contact with your foot now, and still you order your minions to inflict more pain. He shakes his head violently as his legs are stretched further apart, almost splitting him in half, and the electricity is increased tenfold, making his entire lower body jerk and dance with shocked pain. But this doesn’t keep his curiosity from overcoming the pain and making him raise his head to behold an eerie sight: some 30 minions grouped around a large basin, apparently washing their feet clean in it.
Gorflame keeps on his shattering, brutal trampling. Left, right, left, right, left, right...it does not stop! And during all that severe punishment, the spiked probe deep inside your innards keeps on spreading its electric sadism, forcing your groin to dance in spasms and cramps. Still the chains pull your legs that far apart that you indeed wonder why they are not ripping out! Of course with your hindquarters spread that powerfully, you have no chance of hiding ANYTHING to the doom dragon stampeding onto your groin. Every single inch of your genitals lays exposed to his battering feet! "Well, what is it, vermin? Do you not enjoy your sex time here? Not a single drop of seed yet. Those feet will not stop their journey until you rewarded them with what they seek for! So you better hurry up, pest, before I loose my temper!" WHAM- WHAM- WHAM, on the broad dragonfeet are trampling into your bits. It seems that the black dragon starts to grow out of patience. "Well then, what should I have expected from an impotent mortal lizard like you? But worry now, I will help you out! You there, you washed you feet clean yet?...Very well. Come over here and give our friend a little oral stimulation. Maybe he's a little pervert that needs something in his mouth to spill his seed!" That said, the black dragon lifts his head in arrogance once more while keeping on utterly trampling your genitals. Slowly you hear the splashing sound of wet finfeet coming closer to your head...and sure enough, one of the bluish, slick amphibian demons is right next to your snout. In shock your eyes bolt up to his glistering body. He reaches out with his long, taloned hands, gently reaching for your head. His ice cold fingers and palms softly caress and stroke your snout a few times - while Gorflame keeps on trampling your hips flat. The seemingly eyeless, long head of the amphibian demon shows no expression as it twists your head around to turn your chin down onto the ground...then it raises back up to stand on it's full height again, removing the chilly hands from your face...and lifts his right foot. The fin webbed around his long toes spreads WIDE in front of your eyes and slowly is pushing into your mouth...it's ice cold, just as his hands...it's wet...and it tastes like a mix between foul eggs and slime on your tongue! The fin spreads even wider within your mouth while the eerie creature beings to pump his finfoot in and out, in and out, face-fucking your snout with his hind paw.
The cave must somehow keep sensory organs alive, because the pain in Timanth’s tortured groin is just as large as when it first started. The trampling feet above his hips lift in rhythm, left, right, left, right, their unrelenting weight smashing into his crotch again and again, until the bronze dragon is sure that his hips are nothing but a thin film of blood by now. He’s too scared to look, and the voltage from the probe makes his hips jump up and down like some belly dancer gone crazy. The electric shock feeds a stream of deadly pain to his tailhole, but not that he would need it anyway, with your feet trampling away above him. He hears your words and thinks that you are stopping, having grown tired of trampling his groin and still producing no seed. But that is not the case. Instead, you summon one of the amphibian minions over and give him a command, all the while trampling the Asian dragon’s groin to bits. He hears the wet slapping of webbed feet upon stone drawing closer, closer to his head, and indeed, the minion stops and stands right next to the bronze dragon’s muzzle. Even with mental preparation, he still bolts up at the slimy sight of the demonic amphibian. As the hands reach down, he struggles violently, screaming out, “NO! Fucks sake nooooo!” But it’s no use as the cold, slimy fingers reach his muzzle and start to stroke it, caressing it. It’s almost an oxymoron that this cold, almost lifeless creature shows such care when the living one on top of his groin is stomping him flat without any thought. He winces as the strong demon turns his chin toward the ground, and raises its foot. Struggling madly, he tries to get away from what he knows will come next, but he can’t, and the foot spreads its toes and shoves itself into his mouth. The taste is horrible, the slimy sensation almost makes him vomit again, and the coldness numbs his tongue. As if that weren’t enough, the fin spreads wider once fully inside of the bronze dragon’s mouth, completely filling it, and the creature begins to thrust its hind paw in and out, in and out, completely violating the copper dragon’s face with its hind paw. This is just too much for Timanth’s mind, and body, to bear. With a muffled shriek, he cums violently onto your trampling paws, his seed shooting out with no resistance whatsoever. There is no pleasure in the action, only pain, agony, and deep humiliation.
Gorflame looks down at his victim with a slick, wide, toothy grin as he finally feels hot slime smearing his trampling toes. "Aaaaah. See? I told you it's a pervert vermin. As soon as he has your feet in his mouth, his hips are all party! Well, if he likes it so much, give him some more!" Saying that the black demon dragon keeps on trampling the utterly compressed, hundredfold footprinted groin flesh beneath him, making sure to squish out every single drop of seed that your testicles are storing within. You can feel the slime of your seed mixing with the brownish crap on your tormentor's feet, leaving behind long, slimy tendrils while the amphibian demon keeps on foot-raping your mouth. God those webbed finfeet are tasting so horribly! And just a few seconds ago the creature actually cleaned them in the basin of water! You dare not imagining what they probably tasted before the washing! Finally, Gorflame's stampeding feet come to a rest. He just idly stands on your electrocuted genitals. Looking over at the amphibian within your mouth the doom dragon raises his rattling voice again. "Very well done, but it's enough now. Get your toes out of there. After all, our little finlover is not here to have fun, no?" Without saying a single tone the minion demon withdraws from you and gathers back up with his siblings again. Out of nowhere, Gorflame raises his black scaled hindfoot, leaving the right one stuck onto your groin, and gently steps down onto your face! A horrid slime made out of your cum and his foot filth is stuck to his pads. He too now gently strokes your entire snout with his hot, stinking foot, caressing it, massaging the mucky crap into your cheek. "You did so well, little pest. I know you really hated that. But worry not. I will make sure it never happens to you again. And after your castration, you have earned yourself a little refreshment too! I promise!" Before you can even think for a second, the black dragon digs his foreclaws deeeep into the flattened pile of footprint flesh formerly known as your groin and slices it open! You are that shocked that you don't even feel it at first, but you are forced to behold with your very downtrodden eyes how the draconic monster pulls out your internal testicles, drops them on the ground as a raw chunk of flesh still attached to the veins...and then UTTERLY tramples on them with the hind foot that was on your face just a moment ago. Grinning into your face, Gorflame grinds his foot down on the harsh rock ground. Left and right, left and right, long, wide rotations until red slime blubbers out in between his toes! Your bleeding, aching groin is quickly sealed again by dragonfire as Gorflame spits it out of his nostrils. A disgusting stench of burned flesh and dirt suddenly filling the cave. "See? It didn't even hurt, did it? Now..." he looks over to his minions..."bring the basin here. I'm sure our little pest here is thirsty."
Timanth groans in pain as he cums violently onto your hind paw, smearing his semen all over your toes. Hearing your words, he tries to cry out a sharp and hurt retort, but nothing comes out, as the finned foot of the amphibian demon is completely blocking his mouth. He hears your words and suppresses a cry of pain as you keep stomping on his already crushed groin, making him cum more and more until the last drop is squeezed from his tortured crotch. The bronze dragon can feel his cum mixing with the filth on your foot, drawing gooey, slimy strands every time you lift your foot, the feeling repulsing him beyond reason every time you stomp down and grind the mixture into his crotch. Meanwhile, the amphibian still hasn’t stopped foot-raping the Asian dragon’s mouth, and he is thoroughly sick of the taste. It’s horrible, and he tries to spit the webbed foot out, but it’s impossible as the stronger demon keeps it shoved in, then pulls out and thrusts it back in again, like a perpetual motion machine gone horribly wrong. And to think that this demon just washed its feet...ugh, it sickens the bronze Asian dragon beyond imagining to think what the webbed feet tasted like BEFORE they got washed. Finally, it seems that you grow bored of your game, and the finned foot withdraws from his mouth, and you stand still on his still very much electrocuted crotch. Suddenly, he sees a huge black and brown hindpaw looming above his face, and he shrieks, knowing what is to come next. Thin tendrils of the cum and filth slime are already dripping onto his face, and he closes his mouth firmly, determined not to let any of that horrid mixture into his mouth. And down your hindpaw comes, although surprisingly gently upon his face. Still, the repulsive mix of semen and dirt invades his senses, and he has no way of avoiding it as you skillfully work your hindpaw over his face and muzzle, completely smearing it with the slime and kneading it in like some sick cream. As if that weren’t enough, you stick a claw into his mouth, forcing it open with sheer strength, scraping all the filth off with his teeth. The taste is horrible, and he retches, losing what he had left in his stomach. He hears your words, but nothing reaches his ears more than the word “castration.” He screams out as he sees you really mean what you said, but his shriek just jumps one notch higher as your foreclaws DIG into his trampled crotch, slitting it easily open and pulling out his testicles, with the veins still attached to them. He stares in horror as you raise your foot above his two orbs, letting it hang there just for a moment before TRAMPLING down hard on them with all your strength. The bronze dragon SCREAMS out and SHRIEKS at the pain racing from his groin to his head, the agony is unbelievable as you start stomping and grinding, left, right, left, right, with slow rotations of your foot. All the while his nerves are screaming to die, but they cannot, they will not be allowed to die. He sees the red mess start oozing up between your toes and retches once again, only there is nothing to throw up this time. What thoughts he might have harbored are burned away by the dragonfire searing his skin and sealing his crotch up. He pants in the incredible pain, a little relieved that it is over, for the moment. But upon hearing your words, his struggles start again, thinking of all the filth that the slimy amphibians have washed off of their feet and into the once-clean water.
Gorflame beholds all 30 of his amphibian minions coming closer to him and you, forming a circle around your downtrodden body. Two of the slick creatures carry the basin, around twice as large as your head. Since they used a glass basin, you can easily behold the water inside of it...its color is somewhere between slimy green and brown...wouldn't it be for the remains of solid, old skin swimming everywhere around in it, it could easily be the remains of a huge beast snorting into the basin. Still not a single one of the demons around you is showing a sign of facial expression. Soundless, except of the stomping of their wet, finned feet, they approach you....WHROM! Your belly is suddenly compressed stuck FLAT against the ground. Caught in deep shock yet again, your snout bolts away from the amphibians with the basin, looking down to your stomach - only just to find out that Gorflame firmly sat down on your belly, giving you a sick grin! The black demon dragon brings his hind feet up and idly places them down on your chained hands. "Don't mind me yet, vermin...you should rather look over there!" Your gaze follows the direction of his pointing foreclaw, turning your snout around - and just in time to see the four ice cold, slick hands reaching for your muzzle! You try to resist, but those beasts are incredibly strong for their size! They violently shove your jaws open wide...and in horror you are forced to behold the other two amphibians bringing the basin up and over your opened mouth! You try to gag free, to evade, to close your snout - it's pointless! The disgusting fluid starts spilling down, splashing right into your mouth! Immediately a taste of untold disgust fills all your senses! Slimy water runs down your throat! Layers and layers of old, washed off, amphibian demon sole skin fills your maw, is stuck on your tongue! The basin seems to take no end, gallons and gallons of the horrid fluid comes spilling down! To make the hell complete, one of the toneless minions raises one of his hind feet and firmly places it's webbed fin all over your nostrils, blocking that air supply, forcing you to swallow hard, fast and deep if you still want to breath. "Yesss..." Gorflame rumbles on your stomach..."Yessss...how does it taste, pest? Do you like it? It's just the remains of sixty fin feet not being cleaned for 100 days. Isn't it wonderful?" Finally, the flood of washing water ebbs away and the two amphibians carrying the basin move away again - but the ones holding your jaws do not! Instead, they turn around and change position, hence directing your open forced snout towards your stomach with the black dragon throneing on top of it. Only now you realize that the beast master has risen his hind feet high over your head, turned them sideways and placed them together, so that the soles are now touching each other. "I am a kind host, you have to know. I still follow the old rules of offering my guests a complete meal. Not only a drink to go with, also something solid!" With these words, the sick monster starts to rubrubrub his soles together harshly. You can hear the rough scales at work, scrapping off at each other - and sure enough a whole rain of crap, filth, dirt and scales come dropping down...right into your mouth! The amphibians effortlessly keep your muzzle opened, no matter how much you struggle. For minutes this evil treatment goes on...it's incredible just how much shit this doom dragon has stuck to his pads! Indeed your mouth is filled with solid wastes when Gorflame finally places his feet back down on your hands. "Fine so. Make him chew it well, minions. We don't want him to grow a sick belly from swallowing too fast." His demonic followers begin to mush your jaws open and closed, open and closed again, forcing your to chew your "meal" 200 times before finally they keep your muzzle shut. "Swallow, pest!" Gorflame himself plants his broad, heavy hind foot all over your nostrils this time, forcing you to take the crap in your mouth deep down into your stomach.
Timanth sees the creatures coming closer, and shudders with revulsion as mostly all he can see are their feet, and those remind him of the foot-rape he had to experience earlier. It was not a pleasant experience. Not only that, but he can see right through the glass bottom of the basin, and the water has turned a sick greenish brown, with old bits of skin floating around in it. The very thought of looking at that thing is enough to make him sick. It looks like a huge beast just decided to blow its nose in it or something. He listens abit idly at the feet approaching him, still abit dazed by the recent ordeal...WHOM! A huge pressure suddenly settles itself on his stomach, the intense weight completely squishing his belly flat to the floor. His muzzle instinctively jerks up with his upper body, momentarily distracted away from the basin and amphibians. What he sees is more than horrible, it's completely CRUSHING, both to his mind and to his stomach. The large dragon is now completely sitting on his belly, grinning sickly at him. He whimpers as you place your hind feet on his hands, the huge pressure just enough to crack a few bones. At your words, his eyes follow the direction of your foreclaw, and he whirls his snout around, only to see four cold, slimy hands groping for his snout! He struggles violently, but for all their strong size, the demons are incredibly strong, and shove his jaws wide open, directing his eyes...to the two amphibians holding the basin two times as large as his head. Suddenly comprehending, he flails his head violently, trying to avoid, close his mouth, anything but let that vile liquid into his mouth. But nothing he does can shake the inexorable grip of the amphibians and the slime starts to spill down, over the edge of the basin and right into the bronze dragon's open mouth. Abruptly his mouth is filled with the most disgusting taste he's ever experienced as layers and layers of slime and discarded sole skin drains into his mouth and stays there, stuck to his tongue. There seems to be no end to the disgusting fluid pouring into his mouth, gallons and gallons emptying themselves into his mouth. He's thinking that this can't get any worse until a webbed foot is raised and shoved against his nostrils, the toes blocking his air supply. His last breath is not savory either, and is filled with the horrid stench of the amphibian's foot. Knowing he has no choice, he looks up at you with a tortured look in his eyes and swallows the vile mixture, almost spewing it back up as the taste floods his body and completely violates his senses. As the two amphibians carry the basin away, the copper Asian relaxes, thinking he has lived through the worst of it. He is far from right as the remaining demons turn his muzzle directly toward you, sitting on his stomach. He's puzzled by your comment, but is sure nothing good can come of it. Sure enough, you start to rub your soles together, hard, and all the filth, slime, dirt, and crap starts falling off, a steady shower of discarded scales, old skin, and sometimes trampled body parts. And all of it is falling into the bronze dragon's mouth. No matter how he thrashes, the copper dragon's mouth is held straight and open, and his mouth keeps on filling up. The taste is disgusting, not even describable as all the crap falls onto his tongue. For minutes on end this goes on, and the bronze dragon wonders just how much crap has stuck to your soles, anyways. Finally, when you stop and place your feet back down on his hands, his mouth is completely filled with the disgusting muck. Hearing your comment, he struggles, but knows it's no use as the demons close his jaw and move them up and down, up and down, making him chew 200 times before they hold his muzzle shut. Hearing your words, he shakes his head violently, but you put your hind foot all over his nostrils, suffocating him and forcing him to swallow. He almost throws it back up into his mouth as soon as it starts going down. It's so disgusting! The feel of it sliding down his throat is nothing he wants to experience again, but for the moment, he can do nothing but swallow, tears of humiliation rolling down his cheeks.
Gorflame does a grinning nod, apparently pleased with what he has just witnessed. "How did it taste pest? Tell me, did you like it? You seemed to love it greatly, given how eager you devoured all of it." Chuckling, the black dragon lifts his two hind feet off of your hands again, placing them square all over your face! Sitting on your stomach still, he rubs and squeezes them around, massages your face with the still stinking, brown padded soles. All the while you are watched by 30 amphibian demons. Even though they show not a single facial expression, something tells you they greatly enjoy the view under their skulls - eyeless or not. Finally, the doom dragon grows tired of his game and mercifully gets up back on all fours, leaving your mangled body free of torture and pressure. "So far, so good. Minions, unsurge the probe for now. I need his body for more personal requirements right now." You almost yelp out in relief as you hear that, and indeed the cramping electricity in your anal vent FINALLY comes to a rest. Your lower body has a little chance of regaining some of its rest...or at least you think so. "Now, chain him onto his knees!" You blink, trying to spill out words of protest, but already the chains start to rattle anew, pull and push your arms and legs around as well as the collars on your tail and neck. You have no other choice. If you don't want to be ripped into pieces, you have to go down onto your knees. You do so and Gorflame once again rears up onto his hind feet only. Stepping right in front of you, he gives you a disgusted look. Still the amphibians form a circle around you, watching the show as the black dragon lifts his right hind foot high, placing the ball sole pad of it right onto your violated lips and pushes down onto your jaw, forcing your mouth to open up and have the lower cranium be used for his footstool. And then, right in front of your terrorized eyes, you have to behold the dragon’s wide, long, black sheath sliding out only a few feet over your mouth, steaming...and a moment later releasing a torrent of boiling hot, lightly acidious, deep golden dragon piss right into your open forced mouth all over his foot! Your eyes widen in horror! You are indeed down on your knees, forced to drink dragon piss from a black, dirty hind foot. "Aaaaaaaaah. Finally! I looked forward on that all day long!" The stream of urine keeps running and running, more and more for your tongue to work down. "You have no idea how much of a nuisance it is to keep your juices within you only just because you have a "guest" later, pest. Now drink up and don't spill!" The steaming torrent seems to find no end!
Timanth sputters at your sarcastic and gives a mangled "URGH!" but does not dare to say openly to the black dragon that he indeed hated it, and would like to see nothing more than the demon vanish from the earth, and all his minions with him! The pain on his stomach heightens intensely as you pull up your hind paw and place them on his face, giving him a most unearthly massage. The brown, stinking soles rub and squeeze into his face, rubbing all the remaining filth that wasn't already dumped into his mouth all over his face. He catches the 30 amphibians out of the corner of his eye, watching listlessly. Although they bear no facial expression, the bronze dragon gets the eerie feeling that they greatly enjoy the view of this pitiful bronze dragon being tortured by their demonic master. Finally, you lift up off of him, relieving the HUGE pressure on his belly and granting him a little relief. He further relaxes when you tell your minions to unsurge the probe, and the constant twitching of his lower body mercifully comes to a stop. He blinks a little bit and sighs in relief, but his rest is short lived. At your order, the chains start to shift again, and the bronze dragon is twisted painfully once more to come to rest on his knees in a most submissive position. Seeing you loom up before him just gives him another sense of how low he is. Your massive scaled abdomen is already high above him, your head even higher. The Asian dragon watches in horror as you lift your hind foot and shove it into his mouth, opening his jaws wide and using it for a footstool. He thinks this cannot possibly become more humiliating when he is proven wrong. A HUGE black dragon sheath slides out only a few feet over his mouth. His eyes open wide in alarm as he sees your dragon hood slide out, the scaled sheath almost bigger than his muzzle. Hearing you grunt, he shrieks upon knowing what comes next, as a boiling flood of dragon urine floods over your foot and directly into his mouth. He can feel the scalding liquid burn his mouth, and his mangled scream barely makes it out past his lips. He can't believe that he's being forced to drink dragon piss from a dirty hind paw. Hearing your comment, he cannot help but shudder in revulsion. And still the stream of urine keeps coming, like a pouring rainstorm that won't stop. The liquid is burning, burning, eating through flesh and corroding bone, and still it comes on, scalding his tongue! There seems to be no finish to this boiling torture and he finds himself on the edge of passing out when the magic of the cave jerks him back to consciousness again!
Gorflame empties his bladder completely into his victim, making sure to smear his foot slightly from left to ride to spread the disgusting juice equally well all over the Asian dragon's mouth. After a few minutes of pissing down, the constant stream finally grows weaker and weaker, drips over your lips only and eventually comes out as a few dribbles. The black dragon grasps his sheath with his forepaw, squeezing down the last bits of remaining piss down as if the bronze dragon would be his latrine. "Aaaah. Yes, that felt well. Thank you for your services there, pest. I'm sure you wouldn't mind extending it, would you?" Saying that, the black demon dragon licks his lips, his eyes looking around in the group of amphibian minions. "How is it?! Does anyone else here have to piss?" Your eyes BOLT up in disbelief, the black hind foot still yanking your lower jaw open as its footstool! Without comment, no less than 13 of the amphibians step out of the circle, coming closer to you on padding, wet fin feet! If you jaws wouldn't already be spread wide open by the draconic, disgusting foot into your snout, it certainly would drop now! The amphibian demons form a line behind you without even one single more comment...and before you can even scream in protest, the first one steps close behind your kneeling frame, brings his tail out of the way, lifts his right leg slightly and pisses all over Gorflame's shin right over your face! The amphibians seem to have no cocks, relieving their liquid wastes out of a decent orifice between their legs. Their urine is pearl white. You can behold it running down the draconic leg, the black scaled ankle, the ball, toes, claws...and finally the crap arrives in your mouth! The taste is not much different than Gorflame's, yet it is ice cold where the demon dragon's was boiling hot. Your tormentor wiggles his toes, giving working over your tongue and flesh while all 13 amphibian demons relief themselves into your snout. God, your stomach feels so FULL by now...and just thinking of what is inside of it is enough to almost make you puke it all up!
Timanth has to swallow every drop of your piss or drown in it, and even then, the torrent still comes on, boiling yellow liquid just rushing into his mouth. Finally, the flow starts to ebb, and the tide recedes, and he’s granted a little relief, but not before your twist your foot around, smearing your urine all over his lips and tongue. At your words of extending his services, his eyes open wide and he tries to shake his head violently, but your foot prevents him from moving too much. Taking his lack of movement as an affirmative, you casually call out to the demons surrounding him if they need to piss or not. The bronze dragon BOLTS as he sees the baker’s dozen of amphibians stroll up to him and form a line. He struggles strongly, not wanting to taste ANY body fluid of any kind EVER again, but he’s held helpless by your foot. Even as he struggles, the first amphibian comes up, and before the bronze dragon can scream, lets loose a stream of pearly white liquid that flows down your shin, down your ankle, to the toes, and into his mouth! He shudders and struggles at the taste, being almost the same horrid sense as your urine was. But it’s ice cold, and he shudders while you work your toes over his tongue and flesh. But it seems that was only the beginning. The remaining 12 amphibians all line up and take their time pissing, letting their body fluids flow into the struggling Asian dragon’s mouth and down his throat. Finally, they’re done and move off to rejoin their fellow demons. Timanth’s belly is so FULL of bodily fluids that he doesn’t think he can take anymore. The mere thought of what’s sloshing around in his belly is enough to make him retch and almost throw up yet AGAIN, but he somehow manages to keep it in, knowing he’d choke to death because of your foot stopping his mouth.
After no less than 40 minutes the amphibians are finally done with their pissing, leaving you behind a puddle of white urine even though you thought you swallowed every single drop of the crap they gave you to drink. Eventually, the black dragon removes his broad, heavy foot from your numb jaw. Dozens and dozens of slimy tendrils form from his sole to your mouth. You collapse in your chains. Your body is finished. Done. Broken. Flattened. But apparently, Gorflame is FAR from being done with you. He tramples over to his rock and once again sits down on top of it as if it was his throne. He looks over at you, beholding your mangles frame. "I'm starting to loose my joy with this pest. Take him, my loyal minions. Take him and bind him, than torture him to his blood for my amusement!" You simply just don't know what to say. You thought you actually were tortured all the time?! Once more without leaving a single sound, the amphibians reach for you. 10 of them right away, relieving you of your chains. But even now that you are "free", you simply just don't have the strength - or the bones - to try and escape. Sure enough, they keep your collars of steel on your body, your magic still sealed out of your reach. They start to carry you over the cave floor in their cold, slick, taloned fin hands until they come to something that seems to be a sacrificial table. They turn you around and firmly chain you down on top of it, without a single word, without a single expression, your ruined belly being upside. The black dragon licks his vicious teeth and snarls "Very well so! Begin!" Immediately one of the amphibians sets the electrical probe still into your anus onto what has to be the maximum level. Your hips start to dance and shiver and cramp like never before! Wouldn't it be for the solid chains and collars, your spasms alone would break you in half! You can see slight clouds of smoke emerging from your tailhole and once more an idea of fried flesh can be smelled in the air! More and more ice blue amphibian fingers are reaching for your body! One of the silent demons draws a black sponge out of nowhere and begins to wash out the horrid wounds that Gorflame`s trampling feet left into your groin...much to your horror you have to learn that it isn't water that the twisted creature uses as a washing lotion, instead it is some sort of salty acid! As you open your muzzle to SCREAM out, another amphibian demon quickly shoves a plug deeeep into your throat, apparently to seal up your stomach only from inside, while at the same time letting your breath. A moment later he has a vicious needle dagger in his ice cold hands...and it seems that he wants to go for your teeth and raw flesh with it!
The unending torrent of white amphibian piss seems to go on forever, and Timanth isn’t sure he’ll be able to keep swallowing without drowning first. The minutes tick on, and over and over he’s made to swallow shower after shower of the urine, the taste tainted even more by the filth on your hind foot. After what seems like ages, the unrelenting stream seems to ebb to a stop, and indeed, the bronze dragon can feel you removing your foot from his mouth. He can feel, no, taste the slimy liquid that drips off of your foot into his mouth, and shudders in revulsion at the taste. Having no foot to support him now, he collapses in his chains, the iron shackles the only thing holding him up in a kneeling position. Blood drips openly from his mouth, the acid having melted away skin from his jaw and tongue alike. He feels like his entire body has been pressed by a steam roller and used as a latrine for an entire herd of animals. There is no strength left in his body, and he knows it. He doesn’t even respond as you stomp over to your rock throne heavily, not even fearing the footsteps upon his body anymore. Better to die quickly than to live in this eternal hell. But instead, your command chills him to the bone. Wasn’t he tortured all this time?! If this was just small play, he doesn’t even want to think about what “torture” was. As the amphibians relieve him of his chains, he slumps to the ground, drained of strength to move, much less try to escape. A coherent spell can’t even form in his mind to get out of here because of the iron around his limbs. He can feel, rather than see, himself being lifted bodily into the air, the heavy metal probe digging painfully into his gut. Seeing a flat surface, he braces himself for unceremonial impact. Right on cue, his body is crudely thrown onto the table, a sacrificial one, perhaps? He is given no time to think as the chains lock cruelly down again, sealing his magic even further out of his reach. It does not matter any more, as he is too weak to even form the words of power that must be spoken. He closes his eyes as he hears your cruel words, too weak to protest. But energy is shocked into him as torrent after torrent of pure electrical power channels into his body, the pain wracking him almost unbearable. He spasms again and again, feeling his body being torn in half. The odor of singed meat once again tinges the air, and the bronze dragon can’t help but retch at the stink of his own insides being roasted. He sees the amphibians reaching for him, ever more drawing closer and closer. Still he cannot help but feel relief as one of them takes out a sponge and lowers it to his groin, apparently to wash out the wounds…And then he screams in pain. Horrible, horrible pain racks his groin as he realizes that the salve isn’t water, it’s sodium chloride soaked in an acid! As he opens his mouth to rip forth another scream, it’s abruptly cut off as a plug is shoved deep into his throat. He feels in horrid fascination that he can still breathe, but his stomach is completely plugged. Suddenly, a needle dagger appears above him in the hands of the amphibian, and his eyes widen in horror as he sees what the amphibian apparently wants.
Gorflame beholds the show happening in front of his eyes, seemingly very pleased with what he sees. Enough in any case to draw a silent, yet still audible purrrring from the depths of his draconic frame. In the meantime the copper dragon becomes the plaything of the ice cold amphibian demons. The electrical probe in your anus still rattles without even a tiny break, spraying agonizing electricity through your entire body by now. As if that wasn't bad enough, the single demon with his perverted sponge dutifully keeps on at his "washing" work, making sure to rub the slimy acid into every gash and wound. He even goes so far to push the sponge slightly into the cramping tailhole of his toy, testing how far he can intrude into the completely mangled organ. Timanth can only feel this though, since his entire vision is completely blocked by the amphibian right next to his face. A friend off his is holding their victim's muzzle wide open, allowing his companion to work the razor sharp knifes and needles through his entire mouth! Already he has amputated half a dozen of teeth together with a stack of the maw flesh...and he is giving it away as trophies to the other demons. One tooth per, it seems...which will mean the Asian dragon might not have any more teeth left at all in a few minutes! And still it is far from over! No less then five of the amphibian creatures have climbed up upon the dragon's mangled body and started trampling around on it, left, right, left right...brutally and surprisingly powerful stomps mashing down their toy's belly and chest...and even his devastated groin!
Timanth writhes in agony as the electrical probe continues to shock him repeatedly, the short bursts of power sending stinging through his body. Hearing your contented purring, he thinks bitterly, well, at least someone’s happy. But that thought isn’t quite coherent as pain washes over him again and again as the sponge with the acid digs deeply into every single wound and gash, causing agonizing pain every time it finds a new injury. He tries to grit his teeth, but his maw is held wide open by the amphibian standing next to his face. Another whimper tries to force its way up his throat as the sponge cruelly invades his tailhole, slipping between the probe and his flesh to sting at the injuries inside. It must be something worse than sodium chloride…mayhap it’s hydrochloric acid! The new thought of his flesh rotting away under the corrosive chemical sets the bronze dragon’s body to new spasms, desperate to get away from the intruding sponge. But there is no time to think as pain intrudes his mouth, the needle dagger dipping down. Agony cuts into his gums as the first tooth comes away, leaving a bloody hole in his mouth. Eleven more follow the first, adding ever-increasing pain to the throbbing mass of agony. Apparently, no anesthetic was being used. His eyes widen in horror as he sees the amphibian start giving the teeth away, one to each demon. With that comes the flash realization that he may not have any teeth left within a few minutes. As if to compound the pain and humiliation, five of the demons have climbed up onto the bronze dragon’s body, adding their incredible weight to his already crushed body. The probe digs painfully against his flesh as it’s pressed between slimy feet and hard metal probe. They start trampling, and the dragon writhes in pain as every stomp slams down on his body, adding to the pain. Left, right, left, right, the bronze dragon can even feel the vibrations echoing powerfully through the table. A new pain makes his whimpering turn into shrill screams, coming up even through the plug as the amphibians turn their attentions to his already-crushed groin. They seem determined to mash it until there is nothing left but a bloody red pulp!
Gorflame sits down on his throne, his head still held high into the air, moving here and there apparently...to get a better view at what is happening! He licks his lips, deeply enjoying what he sees. For now his slitted eyes are resting at the Asian's mouth. That sadistic amphibian keeps on digging and cutting his sharp knife into the sturdy, yet very sensitive maw flesh. The demonic blade slices through flesh, muscle, veins...nerves...and even bone! He isn't simply cutting off teeth, no, he is digging them out of the oral system! Together with the root flesh at the bottom that he simply just rips out with a nasty, disturbing, slimy sloooourrrp after cutting no less than 50% off. Sure enough, already the next pair of amphibian handpaws is reaching out to take the trophy from his hands...and the line of critters still waiting for their price is endless! For some reason that demon started to cut out the teeth from behind first, making it rather complicated for him to saw out the bronze's precious teeth...yet the reason for this gets clear fast as his friend, who still holds the weakened dragon's maw wide open, suddenly spits a massive glob of stinking, sticky, slimy drool into Timanth's mouth! Of course the demonic saliva immediately enters Timanth's numerous maw wounds...eating at it even harsher, almost feeling as if his head was on fire! And that beast doesn't stop either! It keeps on spitting in again and again and AGAIN, filling the Asian dragon up from the throat plug to exactly that height where he still has teeth attached...yet right at the instant his brother cuts out a new level of teeth, he fills the missing space with additional drool! It must be gallons by now! The amphibian at the Bronze's tailhole has attached his sponge on a pole by now...and shoves it deep and hard into the dragon's anus! He shoves and pulls that far that the tip of it indeed reaches the spiked head of the electronic probe within...and that probe is also moving by now! Another demon has come closer and started to push and pull it in and out as well! It feels as if he would try to rape his victim anally. Two of the demonic critters have stepped up and over onto Timanth’s chest by now. They are trampling hard and deep! They aren't using their weight too much, they rather take the sheer stomping power of their leg musculature into effect. The bones and ribs are bending under the two demons. Their slimy, webbed feet hurt so much as they keep on their crushing rhythm, left, right, left, right...the good news is that by now there is only one trampling demon left on the Asian dragon's belly any more. He tramples just in the same rhythm, but his target are the dragon's soft and already VERY sore guts...you are sure there have to be a few dozens of footprints in there by now. That demon has stood up on his balls and webbed toes alone, leaving his heels out of the way...and thus adding more weight on lesser space! The bronze dragon would puke his guts out by now if it wasn't for that twisted probe deep inside his stomach. Where the other amphibian went that was onto his belly at first? Well, he decided to accompany his brother on the dragon's groin. And that groin seriously has had a LOT happening to it, Gorflame's brutal hind feet alone almost completely flatted it and hence it's not too much of a miracle that Timanth's genitals are totally out of working function right now. The two amphibian demons don't care though. It is incredible to see that the two even find the balance to actually STAND on this, compared to their combined four feet, rather small spot. But they are trampling just as hard and deep as their two brothers on the dragon's chest, even though one of them is simply battering his feet left and right in powerful stomps, while his comrade has switched more to a stomp-wipe-stomp-wipe...again, Gorflame licks his lips. He is clearly more interested in the brutal rape-trampling treatment by now. Apparently he has some hatred for Timanth's genitals and enjoys any sign of suffering from there. And it seems he isn't too keen with the results in front of him. Instead, he leans his upper body a little closer and reaches out with a single forepaw. "Here...let me help you with that." With these word spoken the Asian dragon can feel how two of the Doom Dragon's harsh, black claws are sinking, digging deeeep into his sheath, looking for the pointy tip of the bronze dragon's cock...and finding it! He grins sadistically before sloooooowly dragging the sensitive, ruined organ out of it's hiding spot, no matter if Timanth is aroused or not, and finally leaves it laying on top of the Asian dragon's hips..."There you go. It should be easier that way." Gorflame leans back again while the two groin demons start their brutal double trampling once more...this time directly on the Asian dragon's malehood!
Scream after scream is ripped from the bronze dragon’s lungs as the amphibian demon cuts out tooth after tooth. And to his horror, it’s not just teeth he’s cutting out. He taking bone, muscle, veins, and nerve cells with it! And still the needle knife digs deeper and deeper, taking out the roots of the bone and cutting even deeper, leaving bloody red craters where once sharp teeth rested. And it seems he’s not just determined to cut out all the bronze dragon’s teeth, he seems to want to do it the hard way…starting at the very back of the mouth! The bronze can see enough just to watch the endless line of amphibians trailing around the cave, waiting for their teeth. Timanth is just starting to accept his fate, the throbbing in his mouth unbearable but usual by now, when the amphibian holding his mouth wide open leans over and deposits a massive glob of drool into the bronze dragon’s mouth. The taste is horrible, and the Asian dragon retches again and again, the plug keeping vomit down, but the taste stains every corner of his mouth, the odor leaking out and intruding his nostrils. And as if that weren’t enough, the vile liquid invades every single one of the wounds in the bronze dragon’s mouth. Scream after scream rips from his lungs, the acidic drool eating at the wounds. The bronze dragon’s mouth is on fire as the sting becomes unbearable. And still the spit is flung into his mouth, up to the line where his teeth start. Combined with the throbbing of the missing teeth, the Asian dragon feels like his head were about to be split apart. A gurgle escapes his throat as the demon pulls yet another row of teeth, and his companion fills his maw up yet another level. The sheer amount of liquid must be enough to drown the bronze dragon! It’s incredible how full his mouth is, and yet the amphibian lets even more out and into his mouth. As if this weren’t enough, the lower part of his body is being tortured as well as he feels a deep, agonizing fire intrude into his anus. The sponge probes deeper as the amphibian struggles to shove it all the way in, not caring about the acidity of the sponge that rots his flesh. He can feel the sponge push up against the tip of the probe, and that torturous device seems to be moving as well! A second demon has come up and has started to push the probe in and out. The bronze dragon feels as he’s being anally raped by Tiamat himself, he’s being stretched so far! He notices an acute pain in his chest, and sees that two of the demons have climbed onto his chest and have started their torturous stomping there! Left, right, left right, the powerful muscles stomp down again and again. Timanth can feel his ribs breaking, one, two, three, too weak to handle the terrible weight that is pushing down repeatedly on his chest. But he breathes a sigh of ironic relief that his belly is getting relief from the terrible agony, but the rhythm keep on going, the remaining demon stomping left and right, leaving deep footprints in the bronze dragon’s trampled hide. He can feel the incredible weight in such a small space. He must be only on his toes, standing digitigrade for it to hurt so much! The bronze dragon retches again and again, the vomit rising and being forced back down by the probe in his stomach. But wait, where did the other amphibian on his belly go? A flaring pain on his grown testifies to that. The bronze dragon screams again and again as his tortured groin is battered again and again. Somehow, the two demons have managed to fit all four of their feet ONTO the bronze dragon’s shrunken groin. But the trampling is just as cruel as the amphibians lift their feet and slam back down powerfully, one just brutally stomping away, the other stomping and then smearing the filth of his feet all over the bronze dragon’s groin. He listens with dread at your booming words, and suddenly, a deep pain cancels out all other agony as claws sharp as incisors sink into his sheath, stretching it incredibly wide. The claws sink deeper and deeper, the Asian dragon gurgling through the liquid in his throat ever millimeter the talons dig deeper into his sheath. He lets out a strangled scream as the talons lock on the tip of his cock, pulling it out involuntarily out of his hiding place. Only now is the bronze dragon able to look upon his battered organ. It’s usual elegant S-shaped curve is gone, replaced only by a smashed, flattened, and thoroughly bloodied organ. As it lies on the bronze dragon’s hips, he closes his eyes in revulsion of what his once-beautiful body had become. Hearing your words, it suddenly dawns on the bronze dragon that Gorflame intends that the demons trample on his bare meat! He struggles violently, screams somehow making it through the thick, slimy liquid. But it’s no use, and his body arches up in pain and agony as the demons start to trample all over his malehood, starting to beat up the battered organ to pulp! Every stomp produces enough torture to last him a century, and he can feel his life essence slowly ebbing away, all the tortures being performed on his body adding to the pain. Death would be a welcome relief to all this, but that gift he is not granted as the pain drags on and on.
The amphibious demon still ripping teeth out of Timanth's mouth finally works at the two single last, remaining ones in the Asian dragon's upper jaw. It's only one more demon left that still has no tooth as a prize for his biddings, but to make the picture complete, the dental tormentor simply just cuts out the last one as well. He looks down into his toy's beaten eyes. That strange beast has no facial expression to speak of, but his ice cold, dead eyes emit some sort of...joy and sadistic delight that is easy to get hold of. He slowly lifts the last of Timath's teeth over the dragon's head, presenting it to him while his very own maw blood and even pieces of flesh dribble down onto his ruined, footprinted skin. A few seconds pass with no real action from the one demon holding his trophy up...until he suddenly simply drops it onto the filthy cave floor, lifts one of his webbed hind feet and steps onto it, leaving it there for a moment before starting to grind it left and right until it is nothing more than a bunch of broken fragments coated in slime and blood. This creature being able to reduce Timanth's hefty tooth to waste thus easily tells novels about the trampling power these creatures possess within their legs. Standing on the one foot that reduced the Asian dragon's tooth to pebble, he lifts the other one up hiiiigh into the air, showing his plaything its dirty, webbed sole for a few seconds. Then he slowly brings it down into the slime filled cave that is Timanth's mouth. It keeps it in there for a few moments, letting it simply float within, toying around with flesh wounds as well as catching the dragon's tongue a few times between the toes. Finally he pulls it out again...loads and loads of slimy tendrils forming from foot to mouth. He looks over to his salivating friend and gives him a slight nod, then simply just walks away out of Timanth's view. The other amphibian critter leans further over his victim's mouth and starts to drool and drool again! Maybe even something worse, given how much the belly of the disgusting creature heaves its stomach. This liquid must come from the very centre of his body, brought up with choking, slimy sounds. The color is the same as the spittle, yet it is much...warmer. The cruel creature does not stop until his load fills up the bronze dragon's mouth completely...then overflows it with its drool once more, smearing it all over the dragon's lips! He knows what is coming to him...the crap hardens fast and totally glues Timanth's jaws together, without a change to spit the lake of repulsive fluid out or swallow it down, given that the plug is still within his throat...it wasn't removed. SLOOOOURP! A sound is coming from the Asian dragon's rear. And, oh heavenly relief, it seems that this hellish probe has finally been removed! Timanth has no idea how it looks by now, but it must be horrid. Finally the raping, filling pain is gone, the electricity, the spiked head from his guts...if only that sick beast with his sponge wouldn't see it necessary to reapply fresh acid onto his tool to utterly wash out the tailhole in front of him! He drags the sponge all over the place in wide, long rotations, covering all of the bronze dragon's butt, leg area and even his internal testicles! The cruel beast shoves and digs that thing deep within his anus as well. The two tramplers on his chest finish their business too! The harsh gatling trampling goes on and on until finally there is only one more rib left unshattered. They start concentrating on that last one, stomping, crushing it underfeet especially brutally. When they finally hear and feel it snap, it seems that their work is done. They still add a minute or two of trampling all over the downtrodden chest beneath them to make sure the bones are as fragmented as possible, leaving everything beneath it extremely vulnerable. Then they go hopping off as well. Same goes for their belly battering brother, who is satisfied with reducing the stomach thickness beneath him by around 1/4 as well as leaving many a webbed footprint below. Only the two tramplers on top of his malehood are still keeping on trampling. One of them has changed his position so he is trampling brutally right on the Asian dragon's cock root as well as both internal testicles. Left, right, left, right. Either the pain gets worse or the vile creature is taking his steps stronger. His brother has bent the dragon's malehood slightly to the side, so its tip and upper part is lying down directly on the stone table...and brutally tramples it as well, just in the same rhythm as his brother does. Steel solid stone and ice cold, brutal, webbed fin feet...all that is between them are a few inches of VERY fragile flesh. Yet Gorflame knows no remorse. No matter what treatment his toy’s groin has already gone through, his order is clear: "You two won't stop this until our little friend here cums another time!"
Timanth can feel his teeth being picked out one by one, until he can only feel the last ones at the very front of his mouth. And there is only one more demon left that has not claimed his prize. The bronze dragon almost lets out a sigh as the second-to-last tooth is pulled out, leaving, he thinks, a single tooth left, almost as consolation and a reminder of the other ones he has lost. But, it seems, he is not granted even this little bit of pride. The last tooth is cut out as well, with a brutality that sent shivers down the bronze dragon’s disfigured spine. He can see the demon’s eyes, and somehow, in that completely emotionless face, he can read satisfaction, sadistic joy, and complete delight at his tortured victim. The tooth is lifted over the bronze dragon’s face, and to his revulsion, his own blood and pieces of his flesh drop down onto his skin. There are a few seconds of suspension, and Timanth feels like he’s been isolated from the world, hanging in a timeless vacuum, and then the tooth is dropped unceremoniously to the floor. The bronze dragon can feel his pride draining away as the demon lifts up a webbed foot and simply steps onto the last tooth the bronze dragon possessed, grinding left and right until only fragments of bone remain, coated with blood and slime. Timanth shudders at the pure muscular power that such a demon holds if he is able to reduce the bronze dragon’s tooth to dust like that. He’s given no time for consideration as a webbed foot is lifted high above his face, raining down slime and debris upon the bronze dragon’s face. Then it slowly, ever so slowly, lowers into the bronze dragon’s mouth. Timanth thrashes left and right, trying to get the foot out, but the other demon holds his face steady, keeping it in place. He gurgles with agony as the foot rudely invades the flesh wounds, adding another meaning to the word “agony.” The Asian dragon almost retches again with disgust as the amphibian catches his tongue between his toes, bring back the revolting taste of amphibian feet. Finally, the offending foot is pulled out, drawing dozens and dozens of slimy tendrils that simply stretch from the webbed foot into Timanth’s maw. As he walks away, the Asian dragon heaves an internal sigh of relief. That took away one tormentor in his life. But he no sooner thinks this then the other amphibian leans over and starts depositing more drool into his mouth. The bronze dragon doesn’t even want to think what’s in this foul mixture coming from the amphibian’s body as it heaves at its stomach. He can see the drool falling into his mouth, and it’s much the same color, except it’s a lot warmer. This almost causes him to retch again as he thinks where this is coming from, but the powerful demon holds him fast until his mouth is completely filled. But the amphibian does not stop there and continues to unload his mouth, smearing the drool all over the bronze dragon’s lips. Timanth knows what is happening and struggles to keep his mouth open, but the amphibian shuts his lips with a resounding SMACK, and soon, the drool completely glues the bronze dragon’s mouth shut. But there is no drainage to the repulsive lake sloshing around in his mouth. The plug in his stomach keeps him from swallowing it, and he cannot spit it back out. Instead, he is left with the vile and disgusting taste in his mouth, left in there for who knows how long. He is distracted by a loud SLOOOURP! Internal relief completely spreads through him as he feels the probe is completely removed. Heavenly relief! He doesn’t know how good he’s felt in such a long time. The shocking, raping, electricity, and spiked head are all gone. He wonders how his tailhole looks by now, but firmly pushes the thought out of his mind. But a new pain invades his tailhole as the amphibian with the sponge on a pole applies fresh acid and plunges the sponge on a pole deep into the bronze dragon’s anus, swiveling it in wide circles to wash out all his wounds. But the acid isn’t really cleansing his wounds, it’s eating the flesh from inside out! Pain blossoms in his tailhole as the acid completely soaks his insides, causing pain so acute he almost passes out. The bronze dragon’s attention is dragged back to the pair trampling on his chest as they slow their rhythm. He know that almost all of his ribs are shattered until only one is left, and who knows what those horrid demons are going to do to it. Apparently, it’s more trampling as they start to brutally punch down with their feet again and again, crushing the last rib completely, leaving nothing left but bone fragments. But they still keep on stomping on his chest, fragmenting his bones even further and adding unbearable pain onto it. It is another blessed relief when they hop off the bronze dragon’s chest and walk away. Another relief comes when the one trampling his belly walks off as well, having reduced the thickness of the bronze dragon’s belly by a quarter as well as leaving too many webbed footprints on his belly. But pain still blazes through his body, and it’s soon apparent why as he sees the two tramplers on his crotch are still brutally slamming their feet down. And now that they have positions, it’s much, much worse. The one trampling on the root of his cock is also crushing his internal testicles, and the pain just gets worse and worse as the trampling demon stomps harder and harder. The rest of the dragon’s malehood fares no better as it is trapped between webbed feet and hard steel table, and the only thing between the table and trampling feet is a few inches of too fragile flesh. He cannot scream, but his body arches with pain every time his fragile cock is completely smashed between the steel table and the amphibian foot. Hearing his tormentor’s cruel words, he thinks silently in despair. I have no more seed to give! How can you possibly expect anything? You monster! But he can only bang his head violently on the table as the trampling goes on and on, knowing that he cannot give any more cum.
Gorflame beholds his two left amphibians doing their bidding. All the other ones seem to have disappeared into thin air...the Asian Dragon couldn't even clearly say how they actually went away. All that he still recognizes is some fine, bluish mist in the air and a slight tingling of magic within the area. Yet the bronze dragon's mind is FAR too busy to actually do anything with this data, since the action on his malehood is continuing without remorse. The two critters are keeping on stomping and stomping and stomping. The doom dragon beholds the twitching groin beneath his eyes with open, clear delight. "What is the matter my little toy", the torturer asks as he sees his plaything viciously bumping his skull to the table in despair. "Don't you want to entertain us? Come on, all we want to have is see you spraying once more? Do you really want to deny us the little favor? Yes? Well ,maybe I can find something to make you more...cooperative! You there...quit your little trampling. Start jumping." The amphibious demon on the dragon's cock root and former internal testicles nods briefly, then goes into his knees...and HOPS up into the air with a powerful rush, forcing the hips beneath him to dance! The beast flies a good 3, 4 feet up into the air, pulling his knees close, before descending again and at the final moment HAMMERS his two webbed hind feet into the fragile package beneath him! Already his is gathering distance again, getting into his knees, apparently preparing for yet another jump. Gorflame hisssses loud in sheer ecstasy, his slitted eyes switching from Timanth's stuck flat groin to his jumping minion over to the other one, that is STILL trampling incredibly hard onto the way too soft flesh beneath his ice cold feet. If Timanth looks close, he can see that his dragonhood tip indeed is mere flat flesh by now laying in a little puddle of blood...and where his former organ still has some substance, it changes color from blue to pink to red to black. "What is the matter my little friend? If you don't hurry up with your cumming, there will be nothing left of your little tool there. You better hurry up now or I might decide to join in!"
Timanth writhes in pain, but he can still see that the other amphibians have seemingly disappeared without a trace. All that’s left of their leaving is a fine bluish mist that is a residue, and a very, very faint tingling of magic makes its way into the bronze dragon’s senses. But the Asian dragon has other things to worry about. Much more painful things, and it’s getting worse. The agony that is now his malehood makes him squirm in immense pain and he can’t help but let out a little mental scream. He hears your voice, and shudders. No, he definitely did NOT want to entertain his tormentors, the sick dragon and his demons. And he definitely did NOT have any more seed to give, let alone leak. His head desperately bangs against the steel table again and again, but he’s unable to talk, his lips are sealed so shut together! He listens in dread at your command to the other amphibian to start jumping, and he moans internally in pain as the amphibian bunches his muscles, PUSHING down hard against the bronze dragon’s hips, forcing his battered malehood down, before SLAMMING back into his groin, the two webbed feat completely flattening the fragile organ. Again and again the amphibian jumps up and down, tramping the bronze dragon’s cock into mush. As if that weren’t enough, the pain on his shaft and the upper part of his cock just gets worse and worse as his cock is smashed into no more than a puddle of blood. He shivers in revulsion at the thought of his tormentor joining in to trample him, and desperately wishes his body still had some sperm left in it, but alas, there is none, and he resigns himself to his fate as you loom over him. Already one foot is lifted high above, ready as soon as the amphibian steps off to trample his lower body into nothing. The bronze dragon thinks bitterly of death and how it was denied to him over and over again, and it seems to have deserted him, leaving him in eternal agony with his sadistic tormentor. There was truly no escape from this horrid cave, alive with writhing magic that kept all its victims alive and kicking for the torment of the black dragon.
Gorflame keeps on beholding the show a little longer...and it's easy to tell that he starts to get a little bit pissed off by now. He ordered for something, yet he does not receive. That, to say it in a harmless way, doesn't really come over as something to his liking. "Well, I TOLD you what to do!" the beast snarls viciously, "yet apparently you don't think it is necessary. Well fine, let's see what happens next! You two are dismissed. I do not need you any longer!" The two demons still keep on hopping, trampling for a few more extra seconds, apparently enjoying their time greatly, yet after all fulfilling their master's wish. From one blink to the other, they are suddenly gone with the wind, as if they had never existed. Again, only a mere hint of blue mist is left as well as a reek of magic. Gorflame snarls loudly, shaking up the shattered bones within Timanth's body by trampling a few times HARD against the steel and rock table. Then, with yet another brutal roar, climbs up onto the sacrificial stone, reared up onto his hind feet only. He spits down onto his toy's groin once, apparently to get it well smeared, before mercilessly stamping down his right foot onto the upper part of the Asian dragon's totally ruined shaft. The pain, surprisingly, isn't too hard. Not too mysterious, given that flesh can only get SO flat. Yet his other foot...oooh, his other foot! The black doom dragon perfectly tramples it down right into the spot his other minion hopped around on, immediately rendering his victim's remaining groin down to maybe half its size! There can't possibly be too many bones left intact within it...and most likely, once the black beast is done, there won't be any left at all. Because already he starts to pull his dirty, brown soled feet up into the air! His stomping is like a landslide! BOOM - BOOM- BOOM! Left, right, left, right! Timanth's upper shaft doesn't send out any pain any longer, mostly because by now it has ripped off and completely stuck to his tormentor's sole. But his other foot definitely hurts like searing hell! It always comes down at the same spot, RIGHT into the bronze's hips, compressing it that tightly that it utterly distorts and foams around the black dragon foot with long, loud, slourping sounds. A few minutes of brutal, roaring stampeding pass by, driving Timanth CRAZY, until finally the table cannot hold this treatment any longer and breaks down into a few sharp pieces of rock and steel, bending the Asian dragon brutally, given that neither the upper part of the sacrificial stone collapsed nor Gorflame takes the destruction of even a solid structure like this under his padded sole as a sign to stop. Instead, he keeps on mashing and mashing until finally, after a good 15 Minutes of the same treatment, his victim's crotch explodes into a pulpy, red splotch! Finally...the stomping comes to a hold. The black dragon even steps off with a queer grin. "Well, I'll take that as a cumming. You are in luck my little vermin!"
Timanth whimpers internally, he just can’t give anymore, and still the black dragon demands his demons to continue their torture, completely stomping his groin into a bloody pulp. Your words barely register in his mind, as the demons keep up their hopping and stomping for a few minutes, apparently just relishing the huge pain that they cause, before reluctantly jumping off and fading into the blue mist. Again, the sense of magic newly casts litters the air, like ozone after a thunderstorm. Timanth barely registers the pain as his tormentor steps up onto the table, stomping it heavily and jarring the bones within the bronze dragon’s body. The shattered bones press painfully up against his bruised and battered skin. But there is no relief as the black dragon lowers his head and spits on his groin, the acidic liquid eating away at the already bloody flesh. It smears all over his groin, and the bronze dragon shudders in revulsion. He feels almost no pain as his tormentor smashes his right foot onto the upper part of his shaft. It’s no surprise, as all the nerve cells have long ago been crushed dead by the demons’ relentless trampling. But where the black dragon’s other foot lands is another matter. Its previous tormentor had only softened the flesh and made it tender, not killed off the nerve cells, and the feeling down there was still very, very acute. The shot of pain rocketed through the bronze dragon’s body, and he’s sure that his lower groin has been compressed to at least half its original thickness. There aren’t many whole bones in there already, but it seems that once his tormentor is done, even his hip bones will be reduced to shards! Already, the brown, dirty soles are being lifted up into the air, slamming back down with earthshaking force. Every stomp is like an earthquake, the rhythm maddening under the Asian dragon’s condition. His cock no longer feels pain anymore. Small wonder…It’s long ago ripped off and stuck to the black dragon’s filthy soles, a smear of red meat among others. And his other foot…oh gods how that hurts! Every time it comes down, it comes down right at the same place, with ever-increasing power. He can feel his hip bones distort and bend, the flesh and muscle compressing into mush, until it foams around the black foot every time it comes crashing down. He’s being driven crazy by the constant pounding at his flesh and bone, and finally, the table breaks down, twisting the bronze dragon’s body along with it, making the brutal trampling even more painful as his tormentor does not even miss a beat. The minutes drag on and on, and the bronze dragon loses track of time. Finally, after an interminable amount of time, he finally feels his groin give in and completely explode into a pulpy, messy red stain on the broken-down table. Hearing your words and feeling your stomping stop, he heaves an internal sigh of relief.
Gorflame simply just takes the chains still binding you to the totally wasted table and rips them out of your presence, crushing your ankles and wrists in the process, but at least frees you from the iron collars holding you hostage. Without speaking a further word, the evil beast firmly clenches one of his forepaws down around your tailtip and starts heading out of the cave, dragging your incredibly broken body all over the sharp, filthy floor. Not to mention over the busted remains of your sacrificial table. Timanth's body is a pure concert of agony. He cannot even more a finger any longer, he's only just a captive in a completely destroyed form. The demon dragon doesn't seem to give a fuck though, he just keeps on stomping through his cave with his little rag doormat being drawn behind him, leaving quite a trail of blood and other body fluids behind in a smeary trail on the ground. Finally Gorflame reaches the outside of his domain, the sandy, open beach. The sun is shining brightly and brutally hot. Usually a delightful feeling for a dragon...yet in this case, it stings in the wounds. Maybe though it also is the sand's fault, intruding every single open wound - and those are quite a number - as well as working over the distorted, broken features of Gorflame's trampling toy. The black dragon grins madly once more, looking down at his victim and giving it a swift kick to the side so it rolls all over and stares into the sky with his belly side up. "So my little vermin. Before I leave you out here to rot or starve to death to be devoured by some other pest, I will still let you repair the damage you did to my feet. When I started your lesson, they still shined. And now?!" The ghastly beast lifts his right hind paw right over the still slime filled face of his captive, "now they are all spoiled with your foul remains. So, I'm sure you don't mind me..." with these words Gorflame hisses once more and forcefully tramples up with both his broad, brutally heavy hind feet onto the Asian dragon's skull...immediately starting to wipe his feet clean! He lifts one of his paws high into the air, tramples it down in a cranium crushing stomp and finally wipes it back brutally, letting the harshly edged, padded leather of his soles rub all over the fragile face skin of his rug. Then he repeats the move with his other foot. Finally, he is closing his eyes, starting to purrrr again while leaving the filth on his toes and soles behind on the Bronze's facial features. "Mmmmmm. You make an excellent doormat! I think once your body dried out here I will skin it and use your hide at my cave entrance. Yes...that seems like a GOOD” – another powerful wipe almost rips the Asian's eyeridge off – “idea!"
Timanth whimpers as your trampling stops, the phantom pain of your feet landing again and again on his body haunting him long after the actual trampling ceases. He lets out another gurgled nasal whine as the chains are ripped off his hands and feet, leaving him finally free of the magic-restraining iron. But it doesn’t matter anyways; his lips are glued firmly shut by amphibian drool, and he has a feeling it won’t wear off in a long, long time. He lets out a pained gurgle as his tail is crushed in your grip as you drag him out toward the entrance of the cave. Of course, you make sure to drag him over every obstacle in the way, and gurgled moans of pain emerge from his sealed muzzle as the sharp angles of the crushed sacrificial table dig sharply into his wounds. His entire body is a symphony of agony, and he’s so tired he cannot lift a limb to put himself in a more comfortable position as he’s dragged through the cave. He feels like his body is an empty husk, housing a damned soul. His open eyes take in the trail of blood and slime he’s leaving behind him, not really caring anymore. Finally the Asian dragon beholds the bright sun beating down upon his body. Any other day, it would feel good to bask in its warmth. But today it just sears the skin on his wounds and makes his body sting. Or perhaps that’s the sand that grinding painfully into his injuries. Either way, the pain is hellish to bear. His mind barely registers the kick that sends him flying in the sand, landing on his back, his right wing audibly breaking with a loud SNAP. Hearing your words, he catches on to what you’re about to do to him and he tries to scream, but his mouth cannot work, will not. The only thing he can do is plead with wide-open golden eyes, but apparently his tormentor is not interested in looking. Immediately, a huge hindpaw looms in his vision, and comes crashing down onto his skull. The sound and pain rings inside his head, and his mind howls in agony. His face stings with the wiping motion of the rough soles, the filth and slime rubbing out all over the bronze dragon’s face. He can hear the black purring again, but knows it is a sick purr, a sadistic purr. Your words confirm that, and another violent wipe almost sends an eyeridge flying. His body jerks with every wipe, and every time you stomp down upon his head, you make it just that much flatter, digging it painfully into the sand. Even as you stomp down and wipe all over his face, the bronze dragon knows what is coming next. He knew there was a reason you left his wings untouched, and to his horror, he realizes you plan to use his pristine wings, the pride of his beings, to completely clean off your filthy feet!
Gorflame licks his lips a few times, standing tall and proud onto your head. At least the wiping has stopped...the crushing sensation coming from top didn't though. It seems the doom dragon is searching for something, considering he is idle step-kneading the Asian dragon's flattened head under his clawed feet. "Hmmm...so much to that...oh yes, that will do!" Timanth can feel his tormentor bending down, his handpaws reaching out for something....his wings, it seems. Indeed his fists clench around the right one first, brutally, uncaringly jagging it upwards...then lifting his first hind foot off of his toy's muzzle, hence of course pressing his entire weight down upon the other one and right into the Bronze's cranium. Thus Timanth has the chance to actually behold his tormentor spreading his toes...and using the once so proud Asian Dragon's wing to clean out his toecrotches, abusing them as some sort of washing tool. He even goes as far as digging it under his very claws to clean the hard filth from under there. Once he is finally done, the first clawfoot is trampling down on Timanth's face once more, adding, five, six mini stomps just to make clear who's boss, then repeats the same process with his other dirty hind foot and Timanth's broken wing...the biting pain coming from it not really noticeable any more in the river of agony that has become his toy's existence. Finally, this last act of humiliation is over as well and Gorflame tramples down anew. But he just can't leave his victim alone like that. Instead, he is sloooowly cat walking his heavy flesh all over Timanth's upturned body...trampling on his throat...his shattered chest, thus stomping down lungs and heart...then further onto his belly, making sure the rock hard heel steps HARSHLY into the solar plexus, even grinding it left and right for a few seconds...then of course trampling his right foot into the thin film of flesh formerly known as the Asian's crotch...it seems that Gorflame suddenly has a need for stretching out for a few minutes...of course simply keeping his stand on the devastated hips...and finally, shatter-trampling all over Timanth's tail, making sure that limb is a sack of broken bones as well. Finally, the sadistic beast reaches his cave entrance. "Gaaaaaaaah! Playing these games always makes me so tired. I wish you happy rotting out there, vermin. And don’t forget..." with these words he shows his claws cutting something open in the air..."once you are through - I need your skin as a doormat. So please don't rot on your face. That would look ugly." With these words the doom dragon finally disappears within the depths of his realm once more, leaving you alone.
Timanth lets himself relax as much as he can with tons of dragon standing on top of him. At least the horrible stomp-wipe pattern has ceased, although the black dragon seems distracted, kneading his face with his toes. Hearing his confirming voice, he knows the black dragon has sighted on his wings. He screams internally in horrible agony as the entirety of the black dragon’s weight shifts onto one side of his face, the many tons of weight completely compressing the bronze dragon’s skull. As if that weren’t enough, his tormentor grabs one wing and viciously yanks it upward, breaking a few bones in the process. He can physically FEEL all the filth and crap being scraped off as his wing is used as nothing more but a towel, being scrubbed between the black dragon’s toes to clean out all the extra filth and crap. The internal screams never stop as the horrible weight shifts to the other side of his face, and his other wing is brutally used as a cleaning tool. When the other wing drops to the ground, the bronze dragon knows that it’s all over. His pride is in ruins, and what vestige of pride he might have left in his wings was gone, used as a cleaning tool for the vile feet of a sadistic black dragon. But no, this wasn’t enough. The stomps continued on his face for an interminable time. Finally, the stomping stops, but the pain begins anew as the black dragon walks down the bronze dragon’s body, using it as a slender catwalk for his sadistic pleasure. He can feel his throat being squashed, and then his chest, the bones digging painfully into his lungs, his heart. By the time you come to his belly, he’s writhing in pain all over again as your heavy weight grinds left and right, flattening his body even more. There is no pain as you step onto his crotch, staying there for a few minutes to let the flesh flatten under the immense weight. But then the pain in his tail starts. And it’s a horrible, horrible pain that flashes through his body as each burst of stomping crushes a bone until his tail is nothing but pulp. He hears your words, and can do nothing but lie still, until you vanish back into your cave. At that, he finally realizes that he’s out of your cave. Instantly, the nanobots inside of his body get to work, repairing all the damage done. In no more than an hour, the bronze dragon is completely healed, the vile amphibious drool drained down his stomach. He spits on the ground, ejecting the plug that had tormented him for so long. He looked back at the hated cave, and his wings flared in anger. “You will pay, Ahastar. Oh, yessss, you will pay for causing me so much pain. Rest easy while you can, raptor. For your reckoning is coming…oh so soon is it coming…” With those words, the bronze dragon shot like a silver bullet away into the sky, where he faded into mist, sailing back to his own lair where he plotted the capture of the demon raptor named Ahastar.