Anonymous1: The shackles on Maid Marian’s wrists were so tight that blood stained the soft fur around them. They held her off the flagstones, putting incredible strain on her shoulders. Her arms had already dislocated. Yet lost in the agony of pulled teeth; Marian’s soft muzzle was dripping blood heavily as the torturer put the pliars aside, and stood back. He was a huge black bear, with a big thick cock rearing up to show his excitement. She was mewling, pained vixen noises. Sir Hiss rose up on his tail and struck, sinking his fangs into her bare left breast. The venom felt like acid as he pumped it into her, while twin blood trails trickled down the fur. Sir Hiss released his bite and watched as Marian writhed, suspended in her chains. The torturer took a long poker from a brazier, the bottom was bright red and only his thick leather gloves prevented the metal from burning him. He grabbed the vixen’s furry buns, and held her writhing form tightly. The snake hissed with anticipation, and then Marian’s toothless screams drowned him out as the torturer put the red hot tip to the vixen’s clitoris. The fur around it burned off as the flesh nub sizzled. Marian sprayed hot piss as she lost control of her bladder. Her eyes were wide, so she saw the poker as the torturer pushed the end into the left socket. The eyeball exploded at the hot touch, running down her face fur like tears. He gave her long seconds to suffer the pain, and then put out the vixen’s other eye. Sir Hiss struck again, biting deeply into the suspended vixen’s inner thigh. Marian felt the fresh venom searing painfully into her flesh, but could see only red tinged darkness. Sir Hiss released his grip on the furred skin of Marian’s thigh as the torturer returned the poker to the brazier. The torturer big, even for a bear, and as he walked behind Marian it was obvious he could enter her from behind despite the suspension. His bear penis was very hard as he grabbed the vixen’s hips, and he used his strength to tear right into her ass without lubrication. Sir Hiss’s venom spread through her system as the anal rape began. The bear reached around and roughly squeezed her breasts, smearing blood into the fur. The venom stopped her heart, but hadn’t reached her brain. Fresh agony built in her chest, she thought from her heart, but it was the bear’s grip on her breasts. As the torturer exploded into her ass, he tore the furry breasts right off Marian’s small chest. Blood sprayed in twin arcs as he held the lumps of flesh up. The darkness swallowed Marian, her head hanging limp and her tongue poking out.
Jeb: (A1)... ... ... You know what? That's it; this could very well be the last nail in the coffin. (//_-)
Well played my worthy adversary... well played.
Anonymous6: im sad fo' the poor vixen...but i have to admit the mind superiority of the writer that wrote this text...there's no place in this world for warm-hearted furries like you...burn in hell, o ye olde vixen!!! (...i'm partially jokin, just to try my poetry skills, very poor...)
adse: well...i have to say...the overly refined shape of marian contrast very tastly with her "horny forest spanked-leg-cunt-in-view" bitch she aims at....very tasty and roughly foxy!!!
Anonymous13: Dear... Fucking... God...
What sane man would poke out the person they're torturing's eyes? It's so much more effective when they can see what's getting torn off their body or broken.
Fucking amateur.
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Sisters of Mercy FTW!
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epic lulz
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Well played my worthy adversary... well played.
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WHY?!?!?! I CAN'T UNSEE IT NOW!!
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What sane man would poke out the person they're torturing's eyes? It's so much more effective when they can see what's getting torn off their body or broken.
Fucking amateur.
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