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THIS STORY MAKES NO CLAIMS TO BEING ANYTHING OTHER THAN A QUICK STORY WHERE SOME GUY CALLED JACK GETS STOMPED ALL OVER, WANKED OFF, AND KILLED BY A HEAVY RAPTOR. IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR READING IT, NOT ITS FAULT FOR HAVING BEEN WRITTEN.
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Jack stumbled and fell for the last time, his lungs burning and his whole body weak with exhaustion. Face down on the ground, he heard the raptor's soft padding footsteps approach from behind, claws scattering sand with each step until it was right beside him. He couldn't gather the energy for any further running; this was the end. Sand crunched quietly under the paws of the large animal as it stood over him, a soft growl of triumph emanating from it. Panting painfully with rasping grains of sand in his throat, Jack forced himself to roll over and face the creature that had beaten him.
The pale brown underside of the raptor loomed over him, its powerful front limbs clawing the air with a slow victorious splaying. The raptor wasn't breathing rapidly, wasn't panting, hadn't opened its jaws or lolled its tongue out to cool off; it had outrun him effortlessly. It had just kept a steady pace behind him and let him sprint to his own exhaustion. He squinted in the sun and beheld the creature's deep yellow eyes boring down into him, cunning and sly as they roamed over his starkly inferior body.
Almost as an after-thought, the victorious raptor lifted a big hind limb and put its foot on him. Just to pose, Jack felt; he clearly didn't need to be held down. He felt his flushing face pale and his insides clench as the solid weight pushed down on his bare chest, scattering loose grains of sand over him and pressing them into his flesh. He sighed in resignation, exhausted beyond the point of resistance and sensing somehow that it was all utterly natural and right anyway - the predator had caught its prey, demonstrated its overwhelming physical supremacy and was now thoroughly justified in making the kill. It wasn't as if Jack wanted to die, but now that he was undoubtedly going to, he saw no reason to waste his final moments struggling fruitlessly for his life. It almost felt good to be the prey of such a magnificent animal.
The big talon on his chest pushed down hard and the raptor climbed on top of him, setting its other clawed foot over his belly and straightening up to stand tall and proud on top of him. Jack grunted as he curled reflexively inward around the weight over the trunk of his body - the creature was shockingly heavy. All the air was pushed from his lungs as the large scaly talon constricted his ribcage, solid and unmovable.
God, it was heavy! It made him appreciate just how powerful the raptor's sleek natural muscles were - his ribs felt like they were ready to crack under the resting weight of its talons, yet the animal was able to move its heavy body with incredible speed and grace. It had to be immensely strong.
Fully trampled under the heavy raptor, he could only gasp and heave silently, doing his best to draw what little breath he could while the animal posed complacently upon him, its head turned to the side to watch his gasping. Even in his shocked, exhausted state of his mind, Jack could feel a base sense of rightness soothing his burning body. He had been effortlessly overpowered, outwitted and outrun by the raptor; he belonged under its feet, feeling its heavy tread on his outmatched body while he lay exhausted beneath it. It deserved to own him. It was almost an honour. He felt the firm expansive soles of the animal spread over his naked flesh, coarse with sand and warm with the heat of the desert.
After a while the raptor's weight began to shift and it turned itself around on top of him, pulling its heavy foot from his stomach and planting both over his chest as it turned to face him. The broad talons comfortably stretched to cover the width of his chest, outer toes curled around his sides and hefty ball pads channeling the frightening weight of the big bipedal predator right into Jack's chest. He found himself amazed that his skeleton didn't crumple and break under the big paws, but somehow it held up. With very deliberate motions, the raptor began slowly wiping its clawed feet on him, running its heavy black soles alternately down the length of his body with a deep growling purr.
Utterly humbled beneath the dominating animal, Jack was reduced to curling gaspingly up under each firm rub as the heavy black soles lazily took turns at pinning him by the chest and carefully wiping over him. The sand from the raptor's sturdy talons loosened and came free from its big dry sole pads, sprinkling over Jack and grinding painfully over his bare skin as each slow stroke rubbed and scratched against him. With such a close view of the big scaly paws, he could see their deep black undersides gradually growing cleaner as each reached his hips and lifted to glide back and tread on his chest again. The raptor didn't even look at him, so content was it that he was helpless and harmless underfoot. The pain of being crushed intensified with the stinging rasping sand grinding at his flesh under each firm wipe.
At length, the painful dragging grind of the big scaled feet stopped and Jack prised open tear-studded eyes to see the raptor lift one talon from him and angle it backwards, leaning its head back to examine the underside. It made a satisfied noise and lowered the large paw, stepping it back onto his chest and leaning to the side to lift and check the sole its other foot. Jack felt his spirit being crushed as well as his body as the raptor so degradingly played with him, posing and preening and showing off its own utter dominance. Simply being the throne for this powerful reptile wasn't enough; it had made him its doormat too. But even then, looking squintingly up at the beautiful theropod, Jack wasn't entirely sure he was worthy.
At roughly the height of a man, the raptor wasn't especially impressive in its size, but the strength and physique of its neatly compact body put those of even the strongest, most athletic human to shame. The powerful jaws were almost broad enough to engulf his head, and certainly they could open up wide enough for it; but the raptor's real weapons were the brutally sharp curved claws that adorned the ends of its hands and feet. The claws could slice clean through his body, driven by the steely power of its limbs and the rock-hard muscles that clung to them. Each slender three-fingered forehand was large enough to grip his head like a grapefruit, and the sturdy digitigrade feet were around a foot and a half long, though only the clawed toes of the large appendages actually touched the ground. Or in Jack's case, touched his badly protesting body.
Just as he was beginning to get over the initial shock of its weight, the raptor began stepping around on him again, treading its heavy feet left and right on top of his stinging raw flesh and turning around to face down the length of his legs. Mechanical reflex curled Jack up as the clawed toes and ball pads of the raptor's thick broad talons planted side-by-side over his stomach, flattening his abdominal muscles and sinking down into his guts. Jack's head strained back in agony while his torso arched forward until his chest pushed against the raised heels of the raptor. It payed him no attention and dipped down to grab the sides of his hips between its foreclaws, then it pulled and tore at his trousers, reducing them to tattered ribbons and exposing his body fully beneath it.
Jack jerked in shock and tried to stretch forward around the large scaly heels and bulging animalistic calf muscles to conceal himself, but the raptor only turned its head and leered at him, flattening him back down onto his back with a mockingly slow double-wipe of its clawed feet that pressed him into the sand. It's hard black soles still planted on his sagging stomach, the raptor began to sway its weight from side to side, alternately ploughing the hard padded undersides of its large digitigrade feet deep into him and thoroughly ruining his stomach muscles. He felt them compress and stretch and tear painfully under the heavy shifting. He cried out and thrust his hands against the back of the raptor's powerful legs, but the big predator ignored him and began to steadily trample his soft gut.
After only a few seconds of this torture, Jack's abdominal muscles were utterly destroyed and he flopped back helplessly in the sand, unable to lean forward at all. The raptor stopped trampling and turned its head again to gaze triumphantly down at him. Jack heaved and gagged, feeling like he was about to cough up his own guts. Carefully it turned itself around again, treading on him here and there until it stepped back into the red scuff marks that had swollen up across his stomach after its heavy foot wiping routine. Jack felt all the raptor's silent mocking disdain for his unresisting submission flow down through its deep yellow eyes as it locked him with a narrow gaze and bared its fangs, leering down at him over its pale-brown chest. The thrill of being in the presence of the powerful theropod turned to simple, painful humiliation at seeing his naked body beside that of the magnificent predator, and he began to wish it would just kill him.
But he quickly found out that it had barely begun humiliating him, as the raptor lifted a big foot from his flattened stomach and set it down purposefully over his hips. Jack convulsed in shock as he felt the scaly base of its hard warm toes push down over his limp cock. He thrashed out with his arms, but could only reach the digitigrade hind limb that planted over his chest, so he grabbed around that and tried to force the raptor off him. The thought of it trampling his genitals was too much to bear. Despite his every effort, the heavy powerful limb stayed rooted to his body and the raptor gave a deep purring snort as it began to gently massage his cock.
Jack howled in rage and dispair as the heavy animal degraded him with its large black-soled feet, hard padded toes stroking against his sensitive flesh with steady firm movements. He couldn't understand how or why, but horrifyingly, his trampled body responded to the raptor's ministrations: he felt himself growing hard under the moving sole. A soft mocking growl from above assured him that the raptor could feel his reaction. He arched his back and pushed at the big hind limb on his stomach to no avail; he tried, despite the angle, to punch at the scaly leg, but succeeded only in tearing his knuckles and spattering his own blood over its scales. Still the raptor rubbed him, deliberately making its own movements slow and gentle to contrast with his own desperate struggling and emphasise how easily it could overcome him.
A tingling orgasmic clench began creeping through his loins and Jack struggled in horrified revulsion, while the raptor, coolly observing his reactions, lifted its foot from his hips and stepped forward onto his stomach. His cock sprung free as the hard firm sole released it, and throbbed tensely against his flesh, its sensitive head brushing against the backs of the raptor's feet and keeping him perilously close to climax. He grit his teeth and leveled his mind, determined not to be humiliated that way. The sick physical pleasure in his body was almost overwhelming, but as he concentrated, it gradually turned to sour hatred and Jack prised open his eyes to glower up at the big theropod that so abused him. Its eyes never having left his own, the raptor only smirked down at him and began alternately sweeping its big talons back over his hips, running its black soles alternately over the rock-hard length of his cock with slow thorough wiping motions.
Jack gasped and clenched his entire body, determined to resist the horrifyingly sensual strokes, but the raptor quickly overcame him and he orgasmmed violently, cumming hard into the stroking soles. After the sticky delirium faded and he had vanquished the unwanted pleasure from his mind, Jack lay panting for breath, his eyes stabbed with hot tears of rage. The raptor stopped its skillful stroking and calmly walked over his body, treading on his stomach, chest and finally his shoulders, where it planted both its heavy feet one beside the other and purred down at him. He felt its hot wet footprints smeared over him, evaporating tinglingly from his naked flesh in the dry air.
With the enormously heavy paws almost cracking his collar bone, Jack's head was thrust reflexively forward too much for him to see above the ankles of the big theropod. He grunted in pain and fought to retain consciousness as blood rushed back into his long-constricted belly regions. Abruptly the weight shifted violently to one side and one of the big talons lifted, toes and glistening sole rising quickly out of his field of vision. Jack grimaced as he sensed the tingling presence of the viciously clawed, heavy foot looming over him, then he felt the padded toes against his forehead, pushing his head down flat and almost snapping the tendons in his neck. Deeply alarmed, he tried to turn his head to the side, but the raptor quickly stepped down and trod fully over his face.
Jack's bellow of fright was muffled out to almost nothing and he writhed in panic under the hot wet sole of the raptor. The pressure increased enormously and he felt his forehead creak and his flesh stretch under pads and scales. A clawed foot stepped briefly on his throat, gagging him and crushing his windpipe as the big talon on his face shifted slightly, turning sideways, then forcing heavily back down as his throat was released and the raised foot came to settle in the space created upon his face. The full horrifying weight of the raptor crushed mercilessly over his skull, breaking his nose with a sickening wet crunch as both heavy black soles engulfed his facial features, hard toes and ball pads threatening to crack his skull like an egg. Jack flailed his arms in muted distress and clawed uselessly at the scaled feet of the raptor while they rested on top of his head. It felt incredibly strange to feel them where his familiar eyes and nose and mouth should have been.
He couldn't believe it was standing fully on top of his face, the weight was utterly intense! The hard soles of the animal stretched easily over the width of his head, hot and slick with the fluid they had dragged out of him. Jack gagged in revulsion, but his disgust quickly turned to terror as the weight began to shift and change, the raptor carefully lifting and replacing its clawed talons, mashing and squashing his facial flesh as it stepped around on the spot. Jack's ears rang and his vision became a blurred flashing of brightness and dark as the firm pads on the raptor's paws lifted and descended, pressing deep painful prints in his soft flesh. His skull creaked and cracked as the slow degrading tread began to intensify, the pressure becoming too much for him.
He tried to turn his head sideways and alleviate the deadly force, but with the full weight of the animal curled agonisingly over his skull, it was utterly clamped still. He did manage to let out a jolted, breathless cry, but this seemed only to encourage the raptor, which began trampling without restraint. Jack's primal terror burst forth from his mouth in an wavering howl, half free, half muted as the scaled feet mercilessly trampled him. Occasionally his desperate hands connected with the underside of one of the big feet, but then the raptor would just step down anyway and tread the back of Jack's hand into his own face, which hurt even more than the worn black soles.
His face smeared and sticky, and his brain sizzling with sensation, Jack emptied the contents of his bladder and his bowels. His face felt like it was getting wetter and through blurred, tear-stabbed eyes he saw blood spattered across the harsh black soles as they lifted and fell alternately. The shock of realisation that the raptor was trampling him to death left a wide-eyed look upon Jack's bloody broken face, then the heavy tread of the talons broke his skull in three successive steps, the final one destroying his brain.
Lair the rex's visit ..... dare you if
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Supreme Being
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Well...fuck. I still remember how shy you were when you first shoved your broad, rexy muzzle into this place some 3, 4 years or so ago. And now we get to see such unbearbly exciting and kinky productions from your supple claw, tiny or not? Outstanding, I say. Excellent too. Aside from finding your story incredibly arousing - and being pretty much spot on what I would consider "paw glory", I can simply just understand your point. Every day when I come into my apartment and see this life size Deinonychus just resting in the corner of the living room ...I can't help but feel a lot smaller just looking at it. Mother nature was one wicked bitch back in the day. ------------ Come to where the flavour is: Ahastar's Page Religion is a Delusion |
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Supreme Being
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| Oh wow great job on the story diablo. . |
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Very nice indeed, from what I could see.
*promises to read it full to give you the appreciation you deserve, right after that crucial paper for irl, Temeraire, and Haxx's story from a year ago* 
You are a very wonderfully wonderful lovely rex.
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Blue anthroraptor, Iconeer
Resident anthrosaur
(Linking the Faibanx muck map here hoping that helps google find it properly: http://download.lavadomefive.com/members/blue/map/main.html ) |
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 Posted 5/18/2007 11:54 PM |
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That is just a creamtastic level of detail, Diablo...excellent story!  -------------------------------
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