Purge 002 - The Price of Being Right


Naruque dragged the bound and gagged father by his ankles down the stairs from the second-floor home, into the family's living room and laid the squirming margay feline alongside his already bound wife. There they lay on the floor side by side in front of their sofa, arms tied behind their backs, ankles bound together with several coils of silver duct tape. Getting the head restraint and ball gag into their muzzles was a chore, yes, but tonight we weren’t interested in hearing their pleads for mercy, but rather their sobs of sorrow for what he had planned to do to them. Having invaded their house in the middle of the night and rendered the parents helpless, they were now made to look up helplessly at their 11-year-old son that sat on the center cushion of the sofa before them, trembling in fear as the dragon brought the family together at 2am. The dragon looked down at the ball-gagged pair looking up at him, the female crying and whimpering without pause, the male looking at him with bitter hate in his eyes. The emotions running through them both at this moment couldn’t have been in sharper contrast to one another. He had yet explained to them why he was there, what his plan was, and didn’t give either of them any chance to resist before securing them into their current helpless condition. 

Looking down upon them, the dragon smiled with satisfaction and lowered his left foot upon the father's neck, and forced his head down to the ground as if to show the complete power and control he had right now and remind the glaring male who was tied up and who held the power to end the family’s lives. The father’s head thrashed from side to side in raging anger, to which  Naruque slowly added pressure onto the back of his neck, a gentle increase until the father’s tantrum, caused by his vulnerability, finally began to subside and he accepted that no amount of boiling hate could help his situation. “That’s better.” The cold emotionless dragon cooed from above and eased up on the male’s neck, gently rubbing it side to side with the underside of his footpaw. “There is nothing either of you can do to stop what is happening tonight, you have to understand this, your fates are already determined.”  Lifting the foot from the father’s neck away, the dad lifted his head up as soon as he could, but this time his eyes were filled with fear, begging with their expression up to the dragon that towered over them. 

Stepping away from the parents on the floor the dragon moved on thick heavy paws to the couch, the young child sitting up on it giving his full attention to the dragon, looking up at him as his own hands fidgeted in his lap. The boy was sitting with his legs pressed close together, doing his best to hide his private parts between his thighs after the dragon had forced him to slip out of his pajamas earlier. Reaching a hand down, Naruque strokes over the boy’s ears and down the back of his neck, drawing a shuddering whimper as the large predator inspected and regarded the young one. “Tell me little one, and don’t lie or bad things will happen to mommy and daddy if you do, do your parents fight and argue with each other a lot?”

The boy looked down at his dad, locking eyes for a moment, then his mother who looked right back at him. The boy’s mind was flooded with countless memories of shouting matches between both of them, at home, in the car, or even when at the store. It hadn’t always been like that, but lately, the feeling between the two parents had soured, and become absolutely toxic. What is the worst part of it, is they were not able to see the impact it had upon the timid shaking little boy sitting on the sofa, having his neck stroked by the dragon that judged the family to be worthy of his slaughter. Looking up to Naruque the boy laid his ears back and frowned in sadness as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. The kitten’s jaw clenched, he didn’t want to speak as a lump formed in the back of his throat, so he simply nodded his head. 

The cold eyes of the killer dragon stared down and saw the pained emotion spread over the young boy’s face, and his hand slipped around the side of his head to gently cup the underside of his muzzle and pet his thumb over his cheek. “They don’t love each other anymore, do they?” He asked the boy, knowing that every answer would be honest. As expected the boy’s eyes closed, tears rolled down his soft furry cheeks and dripped as his head shook from side to side. Naruque cupped the side of the boy’s small head in his hand and gently soothed the kitten with a soft hush and the most gentle affectionate face pets. Naruque’s cold expression twisted to that of annoyance as he dropped his hand away and turned to look back at the parents on the floor, to being to chastise them. “Both of you are so fucking petty, selfish, and oblivious to what you’re doing to your own child. People would say that I am evil, but you know the real truth, it’s ones like you that squander what you have in his life that is evil.” The scaled beast takes a slow deep breath in as if pulling his rage and hate for the two failed parents laying at his feet, back into his soul to let it burn hotter for a while longer. He turns and looks at the boy. “Stand.” He commands. 

The kitten lets out a shuddering fear-filled gasp and on shaking legs he rises to his feet and is guided forward by the dragon a few steps, as Naruque moves behind him. Large dragon hands rest on the boy’s shoulder as they both look down at the up-turned faces of the two adults at their feet. Naruque’s thumbs gently rub into the shoulder blades of the feline boy before him as the kid huffs and looks about ready to break down into a fit of sobs. The parents are equally on edge now too, the mother’s eyes swollen from crying through this the entire time. The father’s face is filled with remorse, likely reflecting upon his own actions which have contributed to the current confrontation with the demon dragon. “Not even this precious life given to you by fate is enough for you to put aside your petty differences and compromise. Each of you is addicted, addicted to the drug of needing to feel right. It doesn’t matter what either of you says to one another, what kind of pain and hurt results, so long as you walk away from every single fucking situation feeling like you were validated and right for your opinions, for your feelings, and everyone else is wrong. It is people like you that are the rot of this modern world. You do not deserve this child, this life, that you would ultimately corrupt and soil with your petty selfishness. That is why I will take him from you.” 

Naruque’s tail coils around the boy’s ankles, pulling them together and then yanking the kid’s legs out right from under him, sending him chest first into the floor, arms flailing out to catch himself. He impacts the carpeted floor with a thud and is now at the same level as his parents. The three share a look of realization, understanding now what is happening, or about to, and through each one of their souls shoot a pang of utter helplessness. With the boy’s arms stretched out, reaching for his parents, a cry of pain as he is dragged back by the tail wrapped around his ankles. The parents start to become more vocal now as their boy is pulled away from them. This is the moment that Naruque enjoys now, the understanding of why and what is going to happen clear and to see his prey lying helpless, anguishing over what they had done to cause this to happen. The dragon kneels down, placing a hand on the back of the boy’s neck to keep his head and face turned toward his parents, so they can stare into his eyes as he works to destroy the child’s soul and body. 

Releasing one of the kitten’s ankles, he pulled the cub’s legs apart and moved between them from behind, and within full view of his parents, started to open up his jeans and unzip. His lips curled into a malevolent smirk as it became clear that their son was going to be used for the dragon’s carnal pleasure before all was said and done. Pulling his hefty cock out of the opening in his jeans, he wagged the firming black flesh in the air to show mom and dad just what was going to be forced into their innocent little son’s backside. The father’s eyes bulged as he screamed into the red ball gag in his mouth, his tied and restrained body flopping around on the floor, rocking back and forth in dismay, his mind filled with a mix of pure rage and fear. Naruque looked right into the dad’s eyes as he released his own cock and grabbed the boy’s right hip and dragged that ass up so it was presented to his loins. “I’m fucking your kid, and there is nothing you can do about it, bitch.” Naruque released the boy’s ankle from his tail and moved the long 5th limb up to coil around the child’s neck and free up his hand which joined his other paw in holding the boy’s hips up. His thumbs pressed to either side of that soft cleft and pulled them apart to gaze down at the soft virgin flesh. “Bet you didn’t know your kid was gay, did you, dad?” 

With a laugh, the dragon lowered his muzzle down and shoved his tongue down against that tiny pucker, and rimmed the boy, shoving his tongue inside. The kitten’s muzzle opened wide, the sensation wasn’t exactly painful, but something so new to one so young, it was uncomfortable, to say the least. The boy begged the dragon to stop, that he didn’t like the feeling of having a tongue pushing into his rear end like this, but as the dragon violated the child longer, the boy’s mild struggles began to subside and that little body gave up the struggle and submitted to the violation happening to it. For 3 steady minutes, Naruque rimmed that sweet little boy and prepped him for the huge onyx cock that would soon be forced inside. Pulling his tongue out and lifting his head with a satisfied sigh, Naruque grinned down at the mother. “You made one TASTY cub, I’ll give you that lady!” The mother at this point had her head laying on the floor, she looked disassociated, her eyes vacant, like she was trying to escape what she was witnessing, but the dragon knew as long as those eyes were open, she was seeing the violation of her cub, and that is what she needed. 

Pulling the boy’s ass back to his hips, the scaled monster dropped his hard tapered cock down into the cleft and spread those cheeks open. The kitten sunk his hand paw claw into the carpet as the pressure began to increase on that sweet little tailhole. His precious little face scrunched up in pain, muzzle opening to cry as the dragon’s hips pressed forward with a slow steady pressure, forcing that flesh to dimple inward and become even tighter before it would spread around his pointed cock tip and then as that ring opened up past the widest rim of his glans, that meaty foot long shaft would be sinking into the boy like it was a hydraulic press. Naruque’s face melted with pleasure, his tongue slipped out the side of his muzzle, and he look at the furthest wall ahead at the family portrait, as that warm snug little passage slid down over his flesh tighter than a too-small condom. His head tipped back and let out purr of pure predatory pleasure as his cock slid past the halfway mark before he began to feel that bulging resistance at the head of his pride, stretching the cub’s insides painfully hard as he continues to force himself deeper. 

The poor boy was suffering, the pain inside his backside and now growing in his stomach was the worst thing he had ever felt, but the physical pain was nothing compared to what his mother and father were forced to endure. At the same moment they saw their child which they loved, his face twisted in agony begging them for help, and then the rapist dragon’s face grinning and basking in blissful pleasure. All they could do is watch as Naruque’s larger body pulled that tiny cat back onto his hips and sheathed every single last inch of his foot-long dragon dick inside. They knew the moment the dragon had seated his organ balls deep inside their child when the beast released the boy’s hips and rested his hands on his own hips and slowly began to extend his wings out in a majestic display of total power and conquest over his prey. Flexing his dick within the body of his victim, the dragon grinned and turned his attention back down to the parents. “Stay your goodbyes.” He warned them, as he uncoiled his tail from the boy’s neck and let him lay there, stuck on his pulsing dragon dick, and for them to share their final moments staring into each other’s eyes. 

Naruque raised his tail up, the bladed spade end of it pointing downwards above the boy’s head, and let it hover there. He admired the family at this moment in a way, mom and dad and son, exchanging loving looks with their eyes, muffled whines from all of them like a symphony of slaughter for the dragon to enjoy. He let them have this moment without any boasting or bragging. But as all things do, and as this child was destined to happen, it came to an end in the form of the dragon’s tail jerking downwards and cleaving through the boy’s neck with such force the bladed end pierced halfway into the floor. The kitten’s head didn’t move, his face didn’t change, and his muscles were frozen as his pupils slowly expanded in the coming seconds. Naruque jerked his tail upward with a spray of crimson blood, and he pulled the kitten’s body back, leaving the head in the same position on the floor, looking at mom and dad. 

A streak of blood and expanding pool began to form on the carpet as the dragon stood, up to his feet, wings splayed wide as they could in the living room, his horns nearly scraping the ceiling as he pulled the decapitated body of the child up and let a long-running line of blood stream out from the red open neck stump. Standing he began to violate the corpse, defiling it as he rocked his hips front and back and held onto those small hips, using the boy’s remains as his own personal fleshlight as the kid’s arms dangled down limp and lifeless, swaying as that body rocked from and back as it was used. The parents were in utter shock at what they both witnessed and couldn’t bring themselves to cry or do anything but bask in the horrific display of brutal sexual carnage the dragon committed upon their son.  Stepping forward into the expanding pool of blood on the floor, Naruque placed his right foot gently over the top of the decapitated child’s head, letting his toes and claws tips rest across the top of the kid’s head. 

“Goodbye!” he roared, shoving his hips forward, arching his back as a powerful demonic climax shook his body from toe pad to wing tip, he vibrated all over and his roar shook the walls of the home as the paw on top of the boy’s head began to shake under the growing strain and pressure it was putting on the skull. A sudden increase and the room was filled with a loud crunch and squelching noise as the boy’s entire head was smashed and exploded in a spray of gore over the parent’s own faces. Naruque huffed and dragged his soggy paste-covered foot through the blood-soaked carpet to remove the bits of fur and brain that would be left sticking to the underside. A moment later the used corpse of the boy would thud down onto the floor, limp, lifeless, used, and leaking. No longer needed. 

The dragon would wring his cock out, forcing out the dregs of his load out and onto the floor, flinging what was left on his fingers down onto the sofa before wiping it off on the back. “Remember, it was your own petty selfish attitude and bickering that drew my attention and my wrath. You are the ones that deserve to be splattered across my cock and the floor truly. But maybe the loss of what you both love will open your eyes to the incivility you openly showed each other, and for the rest of your days, you will be better.” Naruque stepped before both of them, squatted down, grabbed the top of their head fur, and pulled them both up to look at him. “II you fail to heed my wisdom, I will make your death and suffering drag on through days before I kill both of you.” With disgust for both of these parents, he shoves their heads down onto the floor hard enough daze before to them. Slowly the dragon stands up and looks around the family room, a smile of pride at his work forms on his face as he turns and walks out of the home, leaving bloody dragon paw prints across the carpet in his wake.