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It was a bit of an uncomfortable hold, as she ended up with her head between his legs, and could feel his weighty sheath and the fleshy orbs that were his balls against her head as her arms grasped around one of his legs.\n\nHe roared in rage again, slamming his fist right atop Renamon’s head, sending her grunting flat to the ground, losing her grip on his leg. So weak was she from fending off his comrades, that she didn’t have an ounce of resistance left when he rolled her over onto her back. She gagged as he grabbed her neck with one claw, climbed atop to straddle her, then balled up his opposite claw to strike.\n\nShe closed her eyes as if that would make her situation disappear, but she felt the crack on her muzzle all the same. A loud, sickening crack, and she could practically feel the bone snap. He hit her again and again, busting her face until she was barely recognizable, one eye swollen shut completely. He then began slamming his fist into her chest, her breasts doing less to cushion the attack and more to act as additional conduits for the pain stabbing through her as they bruised blue and black as well.\n\nIt didn’t help that she could feel his sheath against her belly as he punched her. Apparently he liked violence, because his shaft was spilling out against her soft fur, reaching nearly full erection just from striking her.\n\nOnce she had lost count of how many times he’d punched her, she realized her horrid fate. He wasn’t letting her leave this place alive; she was going to die here. She resigned to her fate, happy that she saved Rika from him with her sacrifice.\n\nIf he’d just beaten her to death, that would have been a mercy, but sadly for her, he would have other ideas. Renamon took a moment to gag up the blood that was gathering rapidly in her muzzle when his fists finally stopped, but he grabbed her by the collar bone and yanked her upward, forcing her to stand in front of him.\n\nFor a moment she wondered what the hold-up was, until she saw how he was looking her over. She so hoped he wasn’t going to ‘play with his food’; being cannibalized was enough of a humiliation on its own without also having her sanctity defiled.\n\nHe dragged her by the neck, slamming her back onto the counter, a dull pain riding up through her to join the chorus already ringing her head. She saw his eyes slide to her lower body, and he dragged his claw slowly down her belly, sliding between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, but that didn’t stop him from gliding his fingers around her plump triangular lips, feeling over the canine-like entrance before slipping two fingers within, pulling them apart enough to see the slick pink flesh glistening with her viscous honey already from the rush of battle.\n\n“You feel ‘experienced’,” Flamedramon grinned, “And we ended up in a kitchen, you can be the first renamon I’ve fucked or eaten.”\n\n“I’m experienced enough to be unimpressed with your tiny dick,” Renamon growled back between clenched teeth.\n\n“I bet you say that to all the rapists,” smirked Flamedramon.\n\nHe yanked her off of the counter with the claw presently feeling about her insides, literally dragging her by her labia. She tried not to yelp at his claw digging into the sensitive flesh even as he yanked her back up off the floor by her head, slamming her forward against the counter, coming close behind her so that his throbbing shaft pulsed against her bushy tail.\n\nWhen she didn’t spread for him, he kneed her as hard as he could in the groin. She cried out, spitting blood on the cabinets in front of her as he pushed her legs apart with the knee that had just punted her. He yanked up her tail, and let her feel the pulse of his shaft against her from behind. He rubbed her tail around him as if giving her time to consider his girth, then pushed his tip against her, furry lips barely distending as he popped the tip inside.\n\nHe lay his head over her shoulder, and she could feel his eyes boring into her. He licked the side of her face as if checking for tears, something that she was determined not to give him. He just grinned, as if happy to do more to earn that.\n\nShe breathed heavily, tensing every muscle in her body in preparation of the pain to come, but he waited, as if to catch her off guard. Sure enough, as soon as her body relaxed against him, he rammed forward, thick tip splitting her open, forcing into her unwilling vulva and shivering at the heat as her lips slid down his shaft, caressing every curve, ridge, and vein like a tight glove, her lack of consent only giving him a tighter fit.\n\n“Oh fuck yes, enjoy the last pleasure you’ll ever get” Flamedramon groaned, “There’s just something about rape that feels so much better around a dick, not that you’d know that being a cock-warmer.”\n\nRenamon didn’t give him the satisfaction of response that time, as his girth inside her was anything but pleasurable. No amount of lubrication could have filtered out the stinging pain of having an unconsented girth stretching her out. She gritted her teeth still, telling herself that she must not cry.\n\n“Struggle more you cunt!” Flamedramon demanded.\n\nRenamon was still determined not to give him any more satisfaction than she had to, so she lay against the counter like a log, her only movement the bouncing as he forced himself in and out. She tried her hardest not to clench at him as well, but that was a losing battle as much as it hurt.\n\nEven as he pulled back and worked into a smooth thrust in and out, he reached a claw in front of her, flicking on a contraption there that slowly buzzed to life. It took her a few seconds to register what it was, a high-grade meat grinder, and that he had grabbed her right wrist, pushing her hand towards the input into the visibly whirling blades within.\n\nHe got the struggle he wanted then, Renamon screaming in surprise and trying to pull back her hand. She had a brief moment of writhing, but was still too weak, still too dizzy from the pounding in her head as he moved his other claw to slam her head down onto the counter several times to start the pain afresh. Even trying to pull her arm free with her other claw was pointless.\n\nShe was just recovering from the new impacts when she felt the lick of blades against her claws, then dozens of serrated blades whirling against her as her fingers were crushed and pulled between them, blood splattering back on both their faces. The pain was like nothing she’d ever experienced, each pass of every blade feeling like a fresh stab.\n\nFlamedramon shivered atop her, speeding up his thrusts, her furry lips pushed inward, the rim of pink flesh pulling slightly out on the back thrust. She felt how much he was enjoying her squirming and screaming, not to mention clenching every muscle excruciatingly tight, but she just couldn’t stop. She watched in abject horror, unable to remove her eyes from it, as she viewed her hand disappear into the grinder down to the wrists, strips of meat and flesh pouring out the opposite end.\n\nHe didn’t just stop at the wrist, pushing her further and further, the grinder smoking from the difficulty but still managing to proceed on. As one claw held the forearm, the other reached to take a handful of the raw meatloaf that had been expelled from the other side, mmm-ing as he tasted it, delectable bits of flesh dripping from his muzzle onto Renamon’s face as she shrieked.\n\n“Oh you are delicious,” groaned Flamedramon, grabbing a second clawfull and forcing it down her open muzzle, stuffing until her cheeks were puffed out, then holding her muzzle shut tight until she was forced to swallow, feeling the mixture goo and little splinters of bone slide down her throat. She heaved, vomiting up the horrible mixture right back into her muzzle, only to be forced to swallow it again; it took her three more tries to keep it down.\n\nShe expected the pain to dull after a while, but it was like each stab was stirring through her to add to the torment already there. As she was pulled in past the elbow, she gave up struggling even if she couldn’t stop writhing, and finally gave in, tears streaming down her face as she wailed. Flamedramon reveled in his success, licking the salty tears from her face with his bloody tongue before continuing to stuff her ground up flesh into his maw.\n\nHe had to stand on his tiptoes to keep pounding her as he pulled her up onto the counter more to feed more of her arm inside, and he didn’t stop until he had ground the limb all the way up to her shoulder. As he pulled her away, blood sprayed over the counter, quickly tapering off, and for once Renamon cursed how quickly digimons healed; she wasn’t going to be lucky enough to die of blood loss before he finished with her.\n\nHe slid down the counter a bit with her, then proceeded to shove her other hand into the grinder, switching off which of his claws were feeding her arm into it and which was feeding the product into his ravenous maw. Even then she somehow still felt her first arm, as if it were still intact and on fire. She was sobbing like an infant, unable to control herself.\n\nFlamedramon moaned, arching his back, the convulsions of Renamon’s love canal around his throbbing shaft orgasmic in intensity, like she was having a constant pain-gasm around him, practically vomiting her juices down his balls as they swung to smack her belly with each stroke. He growled and clenched his teeth as if trying to hold himself back, not wanting to hose down the inside of her vaginal cavity just yet.\n\nThe more he consumed, the more ravenous he became. Renamon kept thinking that surely he would kill her soon, surely he would end this torment as soon as he finished, surely she wouldn’t suffer for much longer.\n\nBy the time the second arm was shoulder-deep, he was shaking violently, his saliva and her gore drooling down onto her face to mix with her tears. He roared happily, his girth throbbing so hard that it was visible through the bulge in her stomach, then finally painted her insides white, pumping a geyser of hot, juicy rape inside and packing it in with repeated thrusts.\n\nHe yanked free, her vulva distended and pouring his sperm down her thighs, drenching her fur all the way down to her heel as it puddled on the floor beneath her. He placed a claw against her neck, and she arched her head up to give him access, expecting, and hoping, that he was about to slit her throat and end her torture.\n\nShe screamed in frustration when he flipped her back up onto the counter instead of finishing her, “No! Kill me! Fucking kill me!” she yelled until her voice cracked and she just gagged on her own words. The only response she earned from him was a wicked grin.\n\n“But I’m not done basting your meat in fear and pain,” Flamedramon teased, “You don’t want me to eat you without proper seasoning do you?”\n\nFortunately for Renamon, her legs were too thick to shove all the way through the grinder, but that didn’t save her from fresh pain. He twisted her right ankle until it cracked loudly even over her continued sobbing, bones protruding through flesh from the wicked break. He continued up her leg, bending her knee against its joint to snap it there, then twisting her whole hip. His muscles strained in effort as her pelvic region resisted a great deal more, but all the same it gave, a grotesque crunch joining her renewed scream as her pelvis napped, followed by her hip, and he began to wrench the leg out from its socket.\n\n“Why are you doing this?!” Renamon screeched, unable to comprehend why any predator or rapist would take the time to torment his prey so much. What kind of a mind would get off on this sort of thing?\n\nHis only answer was to hold her leg up like a chicken bone, tearing chunks of fur and flesh and meat free, chewing open-mawed for her to watch his razor teeth tearing apart her flesh. She weakly tried to look away, but he whipped up his tail and held her head in place.\n\n“No, don’t do that,” Renamon begged, her pleas now more pitiful than screaming, “Please kill me first.”\n\nShe probably shouldn’t have said that, because he seemed to just chew more slowly. He didn’t stop until most of the upper leg was completely skeletal, before finally dropping it again.\n\n“I have to take my time,” he chuckled, “I’m taking a break before I fuck you again.”\n\n“You have to be kidding me,” sobbed Renamon; if only he was.\n\nHe gave her second leg the same treatment, but this time took his time to snap it in even more places, straining to break the solid bones between joints as well, each snap earning a fresh scream between her uncontrollable weeping. His shaft, still glistening wet with her blood and honey, seemed to throb each time she screamed, growing rapidly back to full hardness. Her leg was practically wadded into a ball by the time he finally tore it from her.\n\nShe arched her back and wailed, and when she tried to focus again she felt him forcing her muzzle open with one hand as he extended the serrated claws of the other.\n\n“No... you don’t have... I swear I won’t bite...” Renamon knew just where that was going.\n\nHe didn’t want to take a chance with her teeth though, so began prying them out one at a time with his claws, digging into her gums, popping each tooth out to rattle across the counter or floor. He didn’t even stop with her front teeth that she could have used; he dug out every tiny bone he could find, all the way to the back of her throat, careful not to allow her to choke on any stray teeth lest she die and her suffering end too soon.\n\nAt the very least, she wouldn’t be able to satisfy him with pleading as much, but that didn’t provide a lot of comfort. Especially when she watched him heating up the stove eye atop one of the ovens. He yanked her by her tail to drag her to that counter, then smacked her rear end against the warming stove eye, making sure that her still gaping entrance was ready to get roasted.\n\nEvery time she thought he wouldn’t go further, he had. Without her arms and legs, there was nothing she could so but arch her back one way and then the other. He kept her slit against the stove eye, holding her by her head and pushing his ready girth into her muzzle now, fucking one end while he fried the other.\n\nShe opened her muzzle wide, and he rammed himself inside, paying no heed to her gagging as he pushed down her throat. Her neck expanded with his size as her choking massaged his shaft, causing him to groan and pant. She didn’t know what else to do, so she wrapped her tongue about his length, sliding around it in an attempt to get him off more quickly, hoping that being more sexually sated would cause him to finally finish her.\n\n“Oh you little death slut,” groaned Flamedramon, feeling her tongue circle his throbbing base and even lap out of her maw to stroke over his balls on each pass.\n\nHer gums burned as his length chaffed the wounds with each thrust, and she even vomited up some of her flesh that she’d so far managed to keep down, which slid out around his shaft and smacked wetly on the floor in a puddle of her own blood.\n\nShe felt the eye heating up, desperately trying to get Flamedramon off before she had to suffer through such horrendous pain, but soon she felt the heat become unbearable, the fur around her gaping triangular pussy singing black, her sensitive lips twitching, and her viscous honey literally evaporating into steam.\n\nShe felt the heat burn deeper into her, until it felt like it was melting her passage closed, flesh blackening, sticking against the eye, what little stubs she had at her hips twitching violently and helplessly. It seemed like every time she thought something hurt more than anything she’d ever felt, she was proven wrong,\n\nThe more pain that boiled up through her, the harder she suckled on the fat dick stretching out her throat, even intentionally swallowing against him, bobbing her head as much as she could. She screamed in frustration when he stubbornly kept from creaming himself, or attempted to, the vibrations of her scream causing him to growl in pleasure. Seeing her desperate efforts, he slid his claws to hold her by her shoulders instead of head, to let her move herself more freely.\n\n“I knew you couldn’t keep from loving my cock,” Flamedramon growled, huge grin on his face. “Too bad we didn’t meet under better terms.” If only she could have leaped from his ego down to his IQ, she could have finally ended her miserable existence.\n\nRenamon hated stroking his pride, but she was just so desperate for it to stop. She could feel her skin literally boiling against the eye, her tunnel dry of any moisture as both femme cream and blood boiled away, much of the hot steam trapped inside her, burning up through her cervix and filling up her womb with scalding hot gas, in turn slowly cooking her organs around it.\n\n“That’s it,” groaned Flamedramon, whole body tensing and shaft throbbing as he gripped her shoulders with his claws, digging those knives on his fingers into the wounds where her arms used to be, “Be a good slut just a bit longer, and you’ll get a mouthful of what you want so bad.”\n\nShe felt his movements become erratic, and worked all the more eagerly, if not eager for the reason he believed. Every stroke of his hips was agony, his belly cracking her broken nose crushing it into her cranium before finally he rammed deep and roared.\n\nHe blew so hard that the pulses of cum could be seen moving through her neck before being blasted directly into her stomach. He pulled back enough to blast a shot into her gums, which just burned painfully at the bloody sores inside her gums, even if nothing of that compared to her other end, which was now literally on fire, her fur having caught ablaze, her tail going up like a dry branch and slowly licking up her torso.\n\nSadly being what he was, his victim being on fire wasn’t really a threat to him, so he didn’t bother putting her out. He did at least pry her free from the stove eye though, wrenching her off, then using a claw to scrape off the bits of flesh that had stuck to it, slurping them up.\n\nHe practically threw her face-up onto the table, pulling her burning bottom to the edge, which was at least dying down now that she was away from the stove. He ran his tongue over the firm well-cooked flesh around her most sacred and most delicious part, then dug his teeth into her, taking his time to slowly rip a strip of cooked flesh free, mmm-ing as he savored the flavor.\n\nRenamon had hoped that the fire would have burned out the nerves there, but apparently it hadn’t enough for her not to feel every agonizing moment as his teeth slid into her and ripped another strip away. He grasped her rear with his claws, beginning to dig in ravenously as the remaining steam belched from her tunnel as he pulled it apart, eating her out in the most literal sense.\n\nShe couldn’t cry anymore, or squirm; she could barely twitch. She just stared at the ceiling as her world turned into a torrent of pain, barely able to keep herself sentient as her whole existence became agony.\n\nHe ripped up through her belly, tearing a gaping slice into her gut and dragging his claw up to her rib cage. He forced it up further, most of her ribs already shattered, all the way to her neck. He then grasped his fingers into her stomach and cracked it open to reveal the delicious feast within.\n\nShe watched in cold horror as he ripped out her womb, his own fried cum drooling from his maw as he messily slopped it down, then a strand of her intestines, which he slurped up like a thick wet noodle.\n\nMercifully, there was no amount of stamina that would keep her alive now, and she gave one last breath of relief as her vision darkened and the pain finally subsided. The last thing she saw was the sight of her killer ripping out her still beating heart and crushing it between his teeth to splatter her blood across the table.\n\n-----------------------------------------\n\nFlamedramon grinned at a job well done, watching the life fade from his victim’s eyes, or the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut, as she stared at her heart in his maw. That beautiful look of abject horror was frozen onto her battered face permanently. He groaned, taking one last lick at her face to slurp up her final tears. It was so rare that he got to properly butcher his opponents like this, and he loved every second of it.\n\nHis shaft was still throbbing, so he sat up, pressing it against her corpse’s asshole, pushing inside and thrusting slowly, just having a nice relaxing fuck as he moved his claws to her head. He wrenched it around, cracking her neck, then continued wrenching it as her flesh twisted and didn’t stop until he could rip it free.\n\nHe pulled himself from her tail hole to a more preferred one, her neck hole, bringing her severed head to his groin, pushing all the way through until his tip exited her open muzzle. There was nothing like getting a nice reverse blowjob from his prey before leaving them to rot.\n\nHe groaned, the sight of her battered, cooked, and shredded corpse making him so very hot, squeezing her muzzle shut, feeling his shaft slide against her limp tongue. With each stroke he felt himself shiver more, so close to being totally sated.\n\nThere was no need to take his time now that she was sadly incapable of suffering, so he drove through her as quickly as possible. He finally blew his final load, sperm jetting from her muzzle and splattering all over her body and open organs. He shook violently as he pulled her head free, turning it around to blow the last few thick strands of spunk over her face, leaving it dripping.\n\nHe might not have caught that delicious little girl, but at least he could leave her something to find when she inevitably came back to find her protector, something that she would doubtlessly see in her nightmares for the rest of her life. He dragged Renamon’s broken and charred body into the meat locker next to the kitchen, leaving a trail of organs as the remaining ones plopped out on the way, then hung her from a meat hook, the hook pushed into her gut and exiting her tail hole, since there was nothing left of her cunt.\n\nHe put her head next to it on the table, faced so that whoever found her would see her horrified expression. He left the freezer door opened, as well as turning the freezer off on his way out, since it didn’t feel right not allowing it to decay as a murdered cadaver should.\n\nHe groaned one more time, giving his shaft a few casual strokes as he walked from the kitchens, leaving his work of art behind.\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "//------------------------------//
// Dinner and Sex with Renamon//  by headless_rainbow//------------------------------//

Dinner and Sex with Renamon
by Headless Rainbow

Renamon tackled the Flamedramon as hard as she could with every bit of her remaining strength, sending them both barreling into a local butcher shop through the front window. Flamedramon roared in ear-splitting rage, trying to push her off of him.

She ignored the shards of glass now lodged in her face and all down her right side, and grabbed Flamedramon by one leg as he rose to escape back outside. It was a bit of an uncomfortable hold, as she ended up with her head between his legs, and could feel his weighty sheath and the fleshy orbs that were his balls against her head as her arms grasped around one of his legs.

He roared in rage again, slamming his fist right atop Renamon’s head, sending her grunting flat to the ground, losing her grip on his leg. So weak was she from fending off his comrades, that she didn’t have an ounce of resistance left when he rolled her over onto her back. She gagged as he grabbed her neck with one claw, climbed atop to straddle her, then balled up his opposite claw to strike.

She closed her eyes as if that would make her situation disappear, but she felt the crack on her muzzle all the same. A loud, sickening crack, and she could practically feel the bone snap. He hit her again and again, busting her face until she was barely recognizable, one eye swollen shut completely. He then began slamming his fist into her chest, her breasts doing less to cushion the attack and more to act as additional conduits for the pain stabbing through her as they bruised blue and black as well.

It didn’t help that she could feel his sheath against her belly as he punched her. Apparently he liked violence, because his shaft was spilling out against her soft fur, reaching nearly full erection just from striking her.

Once she had lost count of how many times he’d punched her, she realized her horrid fate. He wasn’t letting her leave this place alive; she was going to die here. She resigned to her fate, happy that she saved Rika from him with her sacrifice.

If he’d just beaten her to death, that would have been a mercy, but sadly for her, he would have other ideas. Renamon took a moment to gag up the blood that was gathering rapidly in her muzzle when his fists finally stopped, but he grabbed her by the collar bone and yanked her upward, forcing her to stand in front of him.

For a moment she wondered what the hold-up was, until she saw how he was looking her over. She so hoped he wasn’t going to ‘play with his food’; being cannibalized was enough of a humiliation on its own without also having her sanctity defiled.

He dragged her by the neck, slamming her back onto the counter, a dull pain riding up through her to join the chorus already ringing her head. She saw his eyes slide to her lower body, and he dragged his claw slowly down her belly, sliding between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, but that didn’t stop him from gliding his fingers around her plump triangular lips, feeling over the canine-like entrance before slipping two fingers within, pulling them apart enough to see the slick pink flesh glistening with her viscous honey already from the rush of battle.

“You feel ‘experienced’,” Flamedramon grinned, “And we ended up in a kitchen, you can be the first renamon I’ve fucked or eaten.”

“I’m experienced enough to be unimpressed with your tiny dick,” Renamon growled back between clenched teeth.

“I bet you say that to all the rapists,” smirked Flamedramon.

He yanked her off of the counter with the claw presently feeling about her insides, literally dragging her by her labia. She tried not to yelp at his claw digging into the sensitive flesh even as he yanked her back up off the floor by her head, slamming her forward against the counter, coming close behind her so that his throbbing shaft pulsed against her bushy tail.

When she didn’t spread for him, he kneed her as hard as he could in the groin. She cried out, spitting blood on the cabinets in front of her as he pushed her legs apart with the knee that had just punted her. He yanked up her tail, and let her feel the pulse of his shaft against her from behind. He rubbed her tail around him as if giving her time to consider his girth, then pushed his tip against her, furry lips barely distending as he popped the tip inside.

He lay his head over her shoulder, and she could feel his eyes boring into her. He licked the side of her face as if checking for tears, something that she was determined not to give him. He just grinned, as if happy to do more to earn that.

She breathed heavily, tensing every muscle in her body in preparation of the pain to come, but he waited, as if to catch her off guard. Sure enough, as soon as her body relaxed against him, he rammed forward, thick tip splitting her open, forcing into her unwilling vulva and shivering at the heat as her lips slid down his shaft, caressing every curve, ridge, and vein like a tight glove, her lack of consent only giving him a tighter fit.

“Oh fuck yes, enjoy the last pleasure you’ll ever get” Flamedramon groaned, “There’s just something about rape that feels so much better around a dick, not that you’d know that being a cock-warmer.”

Renamon didn’t give him the satisfaction of response that time, as his girth inside her was anything but pleasurable. No amount of lubrication could have filtered out the stinging pain of having an unconsented girth stretching her out. She gritted her teeth still, telling herself that she must not cry.

“Struggle more you cunt!” Flamedramon demanded.

Renamon was still determined not to give him any more satisfaction than she had to, so she lay against the counter like a log, her only movement the bouncing as he forced himself in and out. She tried her hardest not to clench at him as well, but that was a losing battle as much as it hurt.

Even as he pulled back and worked into a smooth thrust in and out, he reached a claw in front of her, flicking on a contraption there that slowly buzzed to life. It took her a few seconds to register what it was, a high-grade meat grinder, and that he had grabbed her right wrist, pushing her hand towards the input into the visibly whirling blades within.

He got the struggle he wanted then, Renamon screaming in surprise and trying to pull back her hand. She had a brief moment of writhing, but was still too weak, still too dizzy from the pounding in her head as he moved his other claw to slam her head down onto the counter several times to start the pain afresh. Even trying to pull her arm free with her other claw was pointless.

She was just recovering from the new impacts when she felt the lick of blades against her claws, then dozens of serrated blades whirling against her as her fingers were crushed and pulled between them, blood splattering back on both their faces. The pain was like nothing she’d ever experienced, each pass of every blade feeling like a fresh stab.

Flamedramon shivered atop her, speeding up his thrusts, her furry lips pushed inward, the rim of pink flesh pulling slightly out on the back thrust. She felt how much he was enjoying her squirming and screaming, not to mention clenching every muscle excruciatingly tight, but she just couldn’t stop. She watched in abject horror, unable to remove her eyes from it, as she viewed her hand disappear into the grinder down to the wrists, strips of meat and flesh pouring out the opposite end.

He didn’t just stop at the wrist, pushing her further and further, the grinder smoking from the difficulty but still managing to proceed on. As one claw held the forearm, the other reached to take a handful of the raw meatloaf that had been expelled from the other side, mmm-ing as he tasted it, delectable bits of flesh dripping from his muzzle onto Renamon’s face as she shrieked.

“Oh you are delicious,” groaned Flamedramon, grabbing a second clawfull and forcing it down her open muzzle, stuffing until her cheeks were puffed out, then holding her muzzle shut tight until she was forced to swallow, feeling the mixture goo and little splinters of bone slide down her throat. She heaved, vomiting up the horrible mixture right back into her muzzle, only to be forced to swallow it again; it took her three more tries to keep it down.

She expected the pain to dull after a while, but it was like each stab was stirring through her to add to the torment already there. As she was pulled in past the elbow, she gave up struggling even if she couldn’t stop writhing, and finally gave in, tears streaming down her face as she wailed. Flamedramon reveled in his success, licking the salty tears from her face with his bloody tongue before continuing to stuff her ground up flesh into his maw.

He had to stand on his tiptoes to keep pounding her as he pulled her up onto the counter more to feed more of her arm inside, and he didn’t stop until he had ground the limb all the way up to her shoulder. As he pulled her away, blood sprayed over the counter, quickly tapering off, and for once Renamon cursed how quickly digimons healed; she wasn’t going to be lucky enough to die of blood loss before he finished with her.

He slid down the counter a bit with her, then proceeded to shove her other hand into the grinder, switching off which of his claws were feeding her arm into it and which was feeding the product into his ravenous maw. Even then she somehow still felt her first arm, as if it were still intact and on fire. She was sobbing like an infant, unable to control herself.

Flamedramon moaned, arching his back, the convulsions of Renamon’s love canal around his throbbing shaft orgasmic in intensity, like she was having a constant pain-gasm around him, practically vomiting her juices down his balls as they swung to smack her belly with each stroke. He growled and clenched his teeth as if trying to hold himself back, not wanting to hose down the inside of her vaginal cavity just yet.

The more he consumed, the more ravenous he became. Renamon kept thinking that surely he would kill her soon, surely he would end this torment as soon as he finished, surely she wouldn’t suffer for much longer.

By the time the second arm was shoulder-deep, he was shaking violently, his saliva and her gore drooling down onto her face to mix with her tears. He roared happily, his girth throbbing so hard that it was visible through the bulge in her stomach, then finally painted her insides white, pumping a geyser of hot, juicy rape inside and packing it in with repeated thrusts.

He yanked free, her vulva distended and pouring his sperm down her thighs, drenching her fur all the way down to her heel as it puddled on the floor beneath her. He placed a claw against her neck, and she arched her head up to give him access, expecting, and hoping, that he was about to slit her throat and end her torture.

She screamed in frustration when he flipped her back up onto the counter instead of finishing her, “No! Kill me! Fucking kill me!” she yelled until her voice cracked and she just gagged on her own words. The only response she earned from him was a wicked grin.

“But I’m not done basting your meat in fear and pain,” Flamedramon teased, “You don’t want me to eat you without proper seasoning do you?”

Fortunately for Renamon, her legs were too thick to shove all the way through the grinder, but that didn’t save her from fresh pain. He twisted her right ankle until it cracked loudly even over her continued sobbing, bones protruding through flesh from the wicked break. He continued up her leg, bending her knee against its joint to snap it there, then twisting her whole hip. His muscles strained in effort as her pelvic region resisted a great deal more, but all the same it gave, a grotesque crunch joining her renewed scream as her pelvis napped, followed by her hip, and he began to wrench the leg out from its socket.

“Why are you doing this?!” Renamon screeched, unable to comprehend why any predator or rapist would take the time to torment his prey so much. What kind of a mind would get off on this sort of thing?

His only answer was to hold her leg up like a chicken bone, tearing chunks of fur and flesh and meat free, chewing open-mawed for her to watch his razor teeth tearing apart her flesh. She weakly tried to look away, but he whipped up his tail and held her head in place.

“No, don’t do that,” Renamon begged, her pleas now more pitiful than screaming, “Please kill me first.”

She probably shouldn’t have said that, because he seemed to just chew more slowly. He didn’t stop until most of the upper leg was completely skeletal, before finally dropping it again.

“I have to take my time,” he chuckled, “I’m taking a break before I fuck you again.”

“You have to be kidding me,” sobbed Renamon; if only he was.

He gave her second leg the same treatment, but this time took his time to snap it in even more places, straining to break the solid bones between joints as well, each snap earning a fresh scream between her uncontrollable weeping. His shaft, still glistening wet with her blood and honey, seemed to throb each time she screamed, growing rapidly back to full hardness. Her leg was practically wadded into a ball by the time he finally tore it from her.

She arched her back and wailed, and when she tried to focus again she felt him forcing her muzzle open with one hand as he extended the serrated claws of the other.

“No... you don’t have... I swear I won’t bite...” Renamon knew just where that was going.

He didn’t want to take a chance with her teeth though, so began prying them out one at a time with his claws, digging into her gums, popping each tooth out to rattle across the counter or floor. He didn’t even stop with her front teeth that she could have used; he dug out every tiny bone he could find, all the way to the back of her throat, careful not to allow her to choke on any stray teeth lest she die and her suffering end too soon.

At the very least, she wouldn’t be able to satisfy him with pleading as much, but that didn’t provide a lot of comfort. Especially when she watched him heating up the stove eye atop one of the ovens. He yanked her by her tail to drag her to that counter, then smacked her rear end against the warming stove eye, making sure that her still gaping entrance was ready to get roasted.

Every time she thought he wouldn’t go further, he had. Without her arms and legs, there was nothing she could so but arch her back one way and then the other. He kept her slit against the stove eye, holding her by her head and pushing his ready girth into her muzzle now, fucking one end while he fried the other.

She opened her muzzle wide, and he rammed himself inside, paying no heed to her gagging as he pushed down her throat. Her neck expanded with his size as her choking massaged his shaft, causing him to groan and pant. She didn’t know what else to do, so she wrapped her tongue about his length, sliding around it in an attempt to get him off more quickly, hoping that being more sexually sated would cause him to finally finish her.

“Oh you little death slut,” groaned Flamedramon, feeling her tongue circle his throbbing base and even lap out of her maw to stroke over his balls on each pass.

Her gums burned as his length chaffed the wounds with each thrust, and she even vomited up some of her flesh that she’d so far managed to keep down, which slid out around his shaft and smacked wetly on the floor in a puddle of her own blood.

She felt the eye heating up, desperately trying to get Flamedramon off before she had to suffer through such horrendous pain, but soon she felt the heat become unbearable, the fur around her gaping triangular pussy singing black, her sensitive lips twitching, and her viscous honey literally evaporating into steam.

She felt the heat burn deeper into her, until it felt like it was melting her passage closed, flesh blackening, sticking against the eye, what little stubs she had at her hips twitching violently and helplessly. It seemed like every time she thought something hurt more than anything she’d ever felt, she was proven wrong,

The more pain that boiled up through her, the harder she suckled on the fat dick stretching out her throat, even intentionally swallowing against him, bobbing her head as much as she could. She screamed in frustration  when he stubbornly kept from creaming himself, or attempted to, the vibrations of her scream causing him to growl in pleasure. Seeing her desperate efforts, he slid his claws to hold her by her shoulders instead of head, to let her move herself more freely.

“I knew you couldn’t keep from loving my cock,” Flamedramon growled, huge grin on his face. “Too bad we didn’t meet under better terms.” If only she could have leaped from his ego down to his IQ, she could have finally ended her miserable existence.

Renamon hated stroking his pride, but she was just so desperate for it to stop. She could feel her skin literally boiling against the eye, her tunnel dry of any moisture as both femme cream and blood boiled away, much of the hot steam trapped inside her, burning up through her cervix and filling up her womb with scalding hot gas, in turn slowly cooking her organs around it.

“That’s it,” groaned Flamedramon, whole body tensing and shaft throbbing as he gripped her shoulders with his claws, digging those knives on his fingers into the wounds where her arms used to be, “Be a good slut just a bit longer, and you’ll get a mouthful of what you want so bad.”

She felt his movements become erratic, and worked all the more eagerly, if not eager for the reason he believed. Every stroke of his hips was agony, his belly cracking her broken nose crushing it into her cranium before finally he rammed deep and roared.

He blew so hard that the pulses of cum could be seen moving through her neck before being blasted directly into her stomach. He pulled back enough to blast a shot into her gums, which just burned painfully at the bloody sores inside her gums, even if nothing of that compared to her other end, which was now literally on fire, her fur having caught ablaze, her tail going up like a dry branch and slowly licking up her torso.

Sadly being what he was, his victim being on fire wasn’t really a threat to him, so he didn’t bother putting her out. He did at least pry her free from the stove eye though, wrenching her off, then using a claw to scrape off the bits of flesh that had stuck to it, slurping them up.

He practically threw her face-up onto the table, pulling her burning bottom to the edge, which was at least dying down now that she was away from the stove. He ran his tongue over the firm well-cooked flesh around her most sacred and most delicious part, then dug his teeth into her, taking his time to slowly rip a strip of cooked flesh free, mmm-ing as he savored the flavor.

Renamon had hoped that the fire would have burned out the nerves there, but apparently it hadn’t enough for her not to feel every agonizing moment as his teeth slid into her and ripped another strip away. He grasped her rear with his claws, beginning to dig in ravenously as the remaining steam belched from her tunnel as he pulled it apart, eating her out in the most literal sense.

She couldn’t cry anymore, or squirm; she could barely twitch. She just stared at the ceiling as her world turned into a torrent of pain, barely able to keep herself sentient as her whole existence became agony.

He ripped up through her belly, tearing a gaping slice into her gut and dragging his claw up to her rib cage. He forced it up further, most of her ribs already shattered, all the way to her neck. He then grasped his fingers into her stomach and cracked it open to reveal the delicious feast within.

She watched in cold horror as he ripped out her womb, his own fried cum drooling from his maw as he messily slopped it down, then a strand of her intestines, which he slurped up like a thick wet noodle.

Mercifully, there was no amount of stamina that would keep her alive now, and she gave one last breath of relief as her vision darkened and the pain finally subsided. The last thing she saw was the sight of her killer ripping out her still beating heart and crushing it between his teeth to splatter her blood across the table.

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Flamedramon grinned at a job well done, watching the life fade from his victim’s eyes, or the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut, as she stared at her heart in his maw. That beautiful look of abject horror was frozen onto her battered face permanently. He groaned, taking one last lick at her face to slurp up her final tears. It was so rare that he got to properly butcher his opponents like this, and he loved every second of it.

His shaft was still throbbing, so he sat up, pressing it against her corpse’s asshole, pushing inside and thrusting slowly, just having a nice relaxing fuck as he moved his claws to her head. He wrenched it around, cracking her neck, then continued wrenching it as her flesh twisted and didn’t stop until he could rip it free.

He pulled himself from her tail hole to a more preferred one, her neck hole, bringing her severed head to his groin, pushing all the way through until his tip exited her open muzzle. There was nothing like getting a nice reverse blowjob from his prey before leaving them to rot.

He groaned, the sight of her battered, cooked, and shredded corpse making him so very hot, squeezing her muzzle shut, feeling his shaft slide against her limp tongue. With each stroke he felt himself shiver more, so close to being totally sated.

There was no need to take his time now that she was sadly incapable of suffering, so he drove through her as quickly as possible. He finally blew his final load, sperm jetting from her muzzle and splattering all over her body and open organs. He shook violently as he pulled her head free, turning it around to blow the last few thick strands of spunk over her face, leaving it dripping.

He might not have caught that delicious little girl, but at least he could leave her something to find when she inevitably came back to find her protector, something that she would doubtlessly see in her nightmares for the rest of her life. He dragged Renamon’s broken and charred body into the meat locker next to the kitchen, leaving a trail of organs as the remaining ones plopped out on the way, then hung her from a meat hook, the hook pushed into her gut and exiting her tail hole, since there was nothing left of her cunt.

He put her head next to it on the table, faced so that whoever found her would see her horrified expression. He left the freezer door opened, as well as turning the freezer off on his way out, since it didn’t feel right not allowing it to decay as a murdered cadaver should.

He groaned one more time, giving his shaft a few casual strokes as he walked from the kitchens, leaving his work of art behind.



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