Legacy LD5

"Compression stress and it's effects on organic structures" it says on the clipboard as the scrawny man in a white labcoat walks into the room. "This place certainly likes to do exotic tests" he smirked. Standing before a one way glass window with a perfect view of the soundproof and hermetically sealed chamber, the lone scientist is greeted by a computerized voice "Please present identification to initiate test procedure". The observation room was in stark contrast to the test chamber

Cluttered with notes and electronic tablets flashing various data streams, hot with the sound of hard drives and computer fans. While the chamber itself was pristine and kept at a constant 20 degrees centigrade. The floor a hard and unforgiving laminated glass, one way ofcourse just like the window.

The entire 30x30 chamber was a masterpiece of electronic and materials engineering. It took the scientist by surprise how tall it was; well over 20 meters like a small aircraft hanger but in the shape of a perfect rectangular prism.

"Identification accepted. Welcome. Harold Jen-son." spoke the robotic announcer as the computer screens before him flickered on, various loading bars filling up. 'experiment E44/7b is being loaded, please wait'. Within seconds a wall of text and figures flash before the lone researcher "Ahh there we go."




Ahastar, of course, never even heard or saw anything happening within the laboratory. When this place was referred to as “soundproof”, it certainly was an understatement: The raptor had lost any sort of feeling for night and day by now, assuming that a whole week had passed ever since he had been captured by a white van right off the streets – and even that was just a rough estimate. Having been kept in his tiny hard-shell plastic cell, being provided food and water by an automatic dispenser and with the cold, sterile LED light above his head constantly shining brightly, there was no way of keeping track of place or time.

Ahastar tried to hold the days noted at first by scratching marks into the white walls with his talons, but – just like his desperate slashes during his attempts at forcing his way out – these gashes in the chamber had always been repaired the moment he fell into a light slumber. The saurian was quite surprised when, upon waking up again roughly half an hour ago, he found himself no longer locked in his tiny prison, but actually strapped tightly to the cold floor of a gargantuan chamber!

The raptor wasn’t even able to make out the ceiling without getting a blurry impression, the distance just too great. “Hello? … Anyone there? …What is happening?!” Nobody answered the distressed, stretched spread-eagle creature. The only company he had was the echo of his own voice, and even that had a dull, lifeless ring to it.



A series of built in wall panel lights began to blink and flash red as the floor of the test chamber just open up. The seamless plastic as if fitted to within a few microns of tolerance merely parted to reveal a rising platform. Upon it. was tied the 'specimen' . or at least that was what the HUD on the one way glass said. Several images of this creature was shown to Harold as he raised an eyebrow. "Saurian eh?, not a common find. What is this? Anomalous regenerative abilities, please investigate"

Reading further on in the experiment manuscript it is revealed that the saurian had already undergone many tests in the facility prior to this and that this one was to determine the 'threshold' of it's regenerative abilities. particularly with the aid of "secondary test subject". A series of mugshots and medical details flashed as Harold scrolled down.

Various creatures of diverse origins and anatomy were to introduce aggressive damage to the primary subject without rupturing the skin. All details were to be recorded, analyzed and sent back as a full report. "This will be interesting" the white coated man murmured as he read down to the specific procedures he was brought in for.

Reaching for a microphone by a table Harold announces over the PA "Release secondary subject" in a clear and precisest voice. And though he would have thought this would be heard by the small spreadeagled raptor lying on the floor pretty much in front of him. separated by only a sheet of glass. It was not.

Within a few non responsive moments. a humming noise was heard as another panel in the wall opens up. this one revealing a large doorway glowing with an opaque, incandescent 'field' of some sort and within moments, a Sergal: female, roughly the same height of the raptor if he had not been tied down. Her fur shimmered with a blue tinge and her body was completely threadbare.

Almost without having to do anything. a pre-scripted voice over the chamber PA spoke. "Subject one: Species: Northern sergal, Gender: female, Height, 180cm, weight 90kg: then nothing... as if the new arrival had already been debriefed on the experiment.

The awkward silence was broken within a few seconds as the computerized voice spoke in a decidedly cold tone... "data streams online, Commence experiment"


Yet again, Ahastar didn't now what was happening to him. He had no idea how the plate beneath him managed to lift his body up to an almost fatal drop distance, the saurian’s life hanging on to the same straps that so humblingly clasped him down to the floor. He had no idea who was watching him, who was examining him. He had no idea that the wall in front of his nervously flickering gaze was of another substance than the rest of this white plastic hell, one way mirrors instead of stable plates. He also had no idea that his heart rate and brain waves were scrutinized right at that moment, all of them transmitting the same message: Panic, barely restrained by his willpower.

With a low, humming sound, the platform lowered itself back to the compound’s ground level once more, integrating itself seamlessly back into the soil with barely a little hiss of powerful hydraulics. That same hiss, even lighter, drew the raptor’s attention to the side hardly a few strained heartbeats later – a gate opening, revealing a strange pathway, its off-colour being the only spot not kept in a clinical white tone ever since Ahastar arrived in this godforsaken place so many days ago – of course it kept his attention locked as if someone shackled his eyes to it!

That though only persisted until that creature stepped out: She was proudly raised on her digigrade feet, her slender body radiating superiority, dominance, and the aggressive energy of a predator. Her fur was a mix of white and grey at her front, turning to a blue hue at her back. Arrow shaped muzzle. Ears shaped with an energetic flow. Bright, lively eyes. A sergal! Ahastar had never seen one before himself, but he knew their species well enough to recognize it, even while one of them was towering next to his head, looking, grinning down at him.



Without even so much as a word, the slender sergal girl paces herself up to the shackled down raptor. At the feet of her digigrade claws, the creature was bound in a silky wrapping. utterly immobilizing but very flexible and smooth and most likely porous. She smirks with devious delight as she raises her chin to and plants a foot on either side of the helpless creature

Hidden cameras all around capture the feed but one as imposing as that which you beheld Staring right up between her legs you watch helplessly as the lithe beast give out a loving coo, before gracefully placing one of her shapely feet right above onto torso.

Thermal imagery showed a stark temperature difference. Sergals are hot blooded creatures and her radiant body heat seeps into Ahastar's naked, upturned belly. It was a momentary calm which ended as she promptly shifted her weight and stepped down. From Harold's view. it merely looked like the bipedal sergal was climbing over a rocky outcrop. Her foot barely sinking in as it's toes pressed down onto the raptor's midsection. it will take some effort from this creature to achieve 'expected results'

After securing her first step upon your belly, the sergal treads forwards and plants a clawed foot right atop your upper chest. trying her best to balance herself on your small body. taking note that while it must be uncomfortable for this puny creature. Her weight was simply insufficient; Heart monitors show beats per minute spiking as biochemical changes occurring rapidly within the test subject underfoot.



*BATSCH!* - “Heeeee-ROUUUUGHHHH!”… Ahastar was a battle-hardened creature, his half-demonic heritage not only granting him a dangerous edge in all battles the saurian ever stood in, but also a considerable degree of physical resistance and durability, in addition to his regenerating powers. Still, that didn’t mean that sergal girl power-stomping her broad, digigrade clawfoot straight into his stomach wouldn’t shock Ahastar’s body! The silken straps briefly groaned from strain as all of the raptor’s form toppled over from the intense impact, the deinoychus’ spittle flying into the air!

Weighing in at 90 kilograms, even that slender sergal girl was already heavier than Ahastar with his roughly 80 – but all of that flesh was made up of feral muscle hidden beneath a layer of protective reptilian scales and firm, otherworldly density. Her stomp was hard, her padded sole pressing in deeply and making the raptor grit his teeth with tension, right while his own drool was raining back down over his face from the air above. Ahastar tried his best not to show it, and he would probably lie when directly asked – but none of that tricked over the fact that the monitors up in the lab showed that the raptor was in pain from the stomach-smashing stomp!

“Oooooooooof!” And it got worse still! Ahastar’s eyes jumped open, gazing into nowhere, his facial expression turning to shock and surprise from the sudden surge of weight further delivered upon the saurian’s torso: Blinking his gaze into focus, the half demon gazed up, beholding that naked sergal girl now fully standing on top of him, having slammed her other foot right onto his chest! The pressure made Ahastar wheeze out his breath, his legs turning inwards from pressure, teeth gritting, the saurian letting out a pained gasp every now and then while his she-trampler wobblingly searched for her balance on top of her… unsteady ground.


Smiling with sadistic glee, the sergal begins to rock her weight on you crudely as her tread shifts from back to from. Shapely digigrade toes sinking down on your lower belly before the rounded ball of the other foot presses down on your collarbone. Slowly this rhythmic motion drains the stamina from your body with each passing second. Your muscles working furiously to keep your form taught and bound, but the end result was inevitable.

"Test time. 3minutes 45 seconds, subject endurance seems to be weakening. Musculature unable to hold against aggressive compression" The sergal's tread roughens as her motions now were complemented by full body swings and swaying arms. Harold admires the creature's balance and finesse, how she has so far managed to not slip and fall was an impressive feat.

Feeling the sensation of the raptor's body softening with each motion. The sergal remembers her briefing. "apply pressure directly to the victim until vital signs fail." Realizing her weight alone would at best only cause the small raptor to pass out, She steps up her regime, quite literally.

With an unexpected motion She picks her foot up from your bruised gut and plants it firmly into your face. kicking aside your tied shut muzzle. Her weight piling onto your head, making your vision spin beneath the pressure, side camera views clearly show the her center of mass directly over your head as her other foot is brought to stand upon you reptilian neck. Though muscular, it proved helpless when it came to the direct and brutal application of her soles. A feminine purr meeps out through her jaws as the sergal begins to gently bounce upon your upper half. legs coiling to each hammering hop.


There couldn’t be two facial expressions any more different than the ones of the sergal girl and the raptor beneath her swaying, balancing body. She, a perfect example of aggressive dominance, of superiority, a mix somewhere between smugness and pure, sadistic joy, borderline sexual, while she pretty much used the saurian’s body as a living surfboard. Ahastar’s muzzle was a combination of brutal, breathless strain, his face reddening and his cheeks pumping up from pressure, his lips locked in a feral grit unless interrupted by a stint of heavy breathing, and trying not to piss himself from the compression of his abdominal organs.

The half demon strained all of his muscles, tried to channel his strength of will directly into his flesh to construct a shield of protection. Fury was what fed his power to do so, and with his body so humiliatingly trampled by a girl not even being his own species, the patriarchal reptile beneath certainly was at no shortage of rage. Ahastar changed between spitting, coughing, grunting and roaring, snarling threats and insults upwards to that grinning sergal muzzle – chances were she didn’t even understand his tongue. But seeing it apparently gave her an idea the saurian was sure to regret!

“OOOOOOOOOFFFFF!” A new, unexpected surge of shifting weight smashed the breath out of Ahastar’s lungs! Opening his eyes was no problem, the immense pressure slamming the lids free: The sergal had put her foot out of the raptor’s gut, leaning over… and with a face grinning so broadly that Ahastar briefly saw the reflection of his own disbelieving muzzle in her shimmering teeth, he felt her *RAMMING* her padded sole so deep into his countenance that she might as well try and shove her foot out of the back of his brain. One moment later, the saurian almost wished she had succeeded, for his head was still intact enough to begin to realize that his tormentress was now starting to use his face and throat as a living trampoline – and she started to jump higher and higher!


With each successive bounce damage was clearly being done. there was a reason why these experiments were limited to 10 minutes per session as X ray camera imaging show internal bone structure beginning to crack and fracture. The raptor's skull being forcefully battered to the hard ground under the sergal's hopping was clearly taking it's toll.

Neck muscles bruising the sergal oscillates her jumping with the occasional pause to raise one foot and slam down on the various parts of the raptor's anatomy. with one fateful blow finally getting lucky "7 minutes, 15 seconds, spinal cord damaged, direct strike from sergal foot to throat fractures vertebrae" another tidbit of information for Harold to note down.

The repeated stomping and smashing of your upper half yields streams of blood and bruises forth from your white and red skin, the claws of the sergal themselves causing cosmetic damage while the brutal weight and shock. causing deeper, internal damage.

"8 minute warning" spoke the computerized voice, a clear reminder for the Sergal to hurry up less the experiment becomes inconclusive. She hastily steps off your face and stands with her foot to the side of your head, giving you a mean spirited kick before walking off some distance. Dazed and sore, you scarcely realize her taking a running jump back towards your body.

Her athletic form, a sheer 90kg mass of muscle and bone, lands on your torso with merciless force. , Cracks and snapping is heard in the room as your ribs fracture and your spine contorts. The sergal merely bouncing off your prone body to try again.

Another leap down. and she lands squarely in your guts. and though you braced for it this time. the sheer weight and momentum of her shapely tread spears into you. forcing your innards to quiver in pain. She retreats for one more try, this time showing you no mercy. as she again talks a running leap.

With one foot. all her body weight and momentum is piled squarely onto your skull. the inevitable happens. Slow motion cameras catch the sergal girl's foot descending gracefully, before hammering into your side turned head. the shock of the impact clearly visible in both her and you. The weight piles on as her leg flexes, her fur curling to the sudden change of momentum.

her foot appears to continue downwards in the slow motion, as your skull thins and deforms. before crackling pops are heard and the skin that held your head splits. Pierced by fragments of your own bone. The sergal foot makes contact with the chamber floor through your ruptured head as gore and spilled grey matter sprays across the room. It is as if someone had taken a baseball bat to a watermelon.


And so, for the very first time in what would likely be a long night for Ahastar, the monitors in the laboratory became really interesting for the personal to watch – and, of course, record: The live Xray cam showed the raptor’s muzzle bopping up and down on the unforgiving floor beneath the hammering crush stomps of the sergal. Her feet, too, were shown as a bony outline every time she whumpetingly landed on top of the saurian’s skull, but understandably enough, the “scientists”’ eyes were locked fully on Ahastar’s cranium. Curious and eager fingers were pointing out new fractures spreading through the reptilian cranium, extending in a cobweb-shaped pattern.

Eventually, the lab was allowing itself a few satisfied cheers of success when the first few teeth were coming loose from Ahastar’s muzzle, clearly visible on the Xray screens. The MRIs and biological sensors showed similarly raptor-shocking results concerning the half demon’s soft biological makeup: His face quickly began to show disturbingly clear-cut patterns resembling the sergal’s four-toed footprints, before both Ahastar’s muzzle and throat were turning into a complete mess of unrecognizable bruises, the hues of green and blue and stomped in purple shifting with every fresh trampoline jump the cheerful sergal was slamming into the half demon’s most important body parts.

Even the blood flow was interrupted completely every time she landed, decimating his anatomy. And eventually, the first gruesome injury was presented to the lab staff: They could see the Xray of Ahastar’s fifth neck vertebra dangerously dislocating, taking the entire upper spine and skull with it, when that sergal was jump-landing on his face yet again! It was a crippling result, not leading to the half demon being unable to feel his body any longer, but definitely paralyzing him! Of course, that also meant that he couldn’t strain his muscles in a desperate attempt of bodily defense any longer – a doom spelling for what came next:


The scientists were quickly swapping the Xray source to Ahastar’s chest area, and just in time to watch the ribs inside getting absolutely blown off of his spine! Most of the ribs themselves stood intact… for the first sergal jump, the second one *shattering* them into lungs and the rapidly beating heart beneath. The result was that worthy of “celebration” by the researches that they almost missed switching to the skullcam again, their commands yet again just so quick enough to watch Ahastar’s skull collapse to pieces, interrupted by a brief gush of black on the screen – the raptor’s brain matter spraying out in front of the camera.


Standing there in the gore, the chamber goes silent as the sergal breaths out in satisfied. “Experiment complete: Time elapsed 9 minutes 48 seconds. Results tabulated for analysis. Begin subject recovery”