Punishing the Beast
 
Incomplete, Work in progress. Based on a suggestion by a fan. I haven't worked on it in awhile. I plan to finish it, but may as well post what I've got for people to see in case I don't.
Updated 2018-04-16. Part 4 added.
 
1- Trial
 
 "Right, let's get this started." said the middle-aged, slightly strained looking man sitting on the largest rock in the clearing. "Quiet down, you lot."
 
 Most of the gathered crowd took little notice of this, distracted as they were by the chatter and buzz of their own various conversations, not to mention the spectacle of the enormous prisoner at the center of the bare spot in the woods.
 
 "Hey, shut it!" bellowed an irritated woman of relatively large stature at the crowd, who was standing next to the first man, after several more moments of loud conversation.
 
 The crowd, cowed by the force of the woman's shout, quickly quieted down. Those in the front rows sat down, after being poked in the back several times by those behind them, and most eyes turned to the man before them, though some still lingered on the heavily chained prisoner.
 
 "Right, thanks Judy." said the man, eying the woman warily, after he'd picked himself up off the ground from where he'd landed, after starting violently and then tumbling off his rock in reaction her bellow. "Alright, you all know why we're here. But, in case any of you don't know, in case you've been living under a stone or something the past few weeks, I'll go over it all again."
 
 "For the last month or so, girls from our village, and several of the surrounding ones as well, have been being attacked." stated the man, looking serious. "Most of them were found horribly ravaged, mutilated. Most were dead. Some we never found at all."
 
 "The few that survived told of a terrible monster that took them when they were alone. A huge, scaled creature that assaulted them, abducted them, and then used them horribly, before finally leaving them to die." he continued, his face turning grim. "Naturally, we gathered up and sent out a posse of stout men and older boys to try and hunt this thing down, drive it away, or even kill it, if possible."
 
 "They didn't return, and the attacks on our womenfolk continued, unabated and undeterred. So, after that, we had no choice but to send a message to the capitol, to petition the crown for aid. Fortunately, our request was taken seriously and answered almost at once. An overstrength brute squad of King's men was sent out to us, with orders to capture or kill whatever was perpetrating the attacks."
 
 "Well, thankfully they managed where our own boys couldn't. They tracked down the beast, cornered it, and subdued it, though not without a few casualties of their own, I'm sorry to say." the man said, shaking his head sadly. "It took fifteen of the best the kingdom had to offer, a squad of the biggest, strongest, and most well trained orcs and men I've ever been lucky enough to meet, and still they barely managed. They sustained enough injuries and losses, as a group, that they didn't even think that they could make it back to the capitol, with the thing they had captured in tow, without serious risk of it escaping along the way."
 
 "Which brings us to where we are now. They dumped the beast on us, and so it's our problem now. Again." the man finished. "So, we've got to decide what to do with it."
 
 "Just kill it, and be done!" shouted someone in the audience.
 
 The comment was greeted with an approving murmur by most of the crowd.
 
 "We can't just kill it out of hand." the man replied, speaking loudly over the noise of the gathered villagers. "For one, we don't even know for sure if it's actually the thing that did the attacks."
 
 "Come off it, Ted." shouted someone else. "We all know that that's the big bastard responsible! Quit mucking around and let's end this."
 
 "Yeah, it probably is." Ted agreed, nodding his head. "But we don't KNOW that. So, we're going to have a little trial. We'll lay out all the evidence, and see what's to be seen."
 
 "How can we have a trial? We don't have no courthouse. You're not a even judge!" complained the first voice from the crowd.
 
 "No, I'm not, but I'm the closest we've got." Ted replied, evenly. "It won't be a proper trial, with lawyers and such, but it'll be the best we can do. And we don't need a courthouse. This clearing will do fine."
 
 "Is this going to take long?" asked a woman from the crowd. "I've got bread and a chicken in the oven!"
 
 "No, no. We've already got everything, the witnesses and all, all lined up. Shouldn't take but a few minutes."
 
 "Well.. Get on with it then!"
 
 "Right." the man stated, nodding again. "Frank, up from Bilby village, is going to do his best to defend the creature. Bilby hasn't lost any girls, that we know of, to the depredations of the past month, so he hasn't got an oar in, so to speak, one way or the other."
 
 "Judy's gonna prosecute. She lost her girl, Anna, so she isn't exactly neutral, but it'll have to do." Ted said, nodding to the woman beside him. "So, let's get this thing done with, then. Start whenever you're ready, Judy."
 
 "Right. First off." the woman, Judy, said, with a glare up at the creature. "We've got accounts from the girls, the ones who survived, of what the beast that did them looked like."
 
 "They described exactly what you're seeing here before you." she continued, her tone dark. "A big, scaley, dragon or lizard man.. thing."
 
 "How come they ain't here to test.. test-i-fy in person?" someone in the crowd asked, curiously.
 
 "Maybe 'cause they don't want to be anywhere near the thing that raped them half to death, Sim. You Idiot." Ted said, rolling his eyes.
 
 "I got one of the girls to approach the thing yesterday, after the King's men drug it back here, and she was positive that it was the one that had attacked her." Judy stated, transferring her glare from the prisoner to Sim, in the crowd. "It weren't easy for her, let me tell you. You want to make her, or any of the others, do that again? In front of a crowd of all of you slackjaws, no less?"
 
 "No, 'course not. Sorry." Sim muttered, looking sheepish.
 
 "Now, in addition to that, I got a couple of people I'd like to say a few things about the situation, too." Jackie said. "Mostly to help clear up any doubts about just what a monster this thing, that attacked our girls, and probably killed our posse of boys and menfolk, and damn near killed the group of King's men sent to help us, really is."
 
 "Okay, then." agreed Ted, nodding. "Who're you calling on to testify?"
 
 "First up is Ferri Lyst, our village healer." Jackie said. "She's the one that kept the girls who survived alive. She's got some things to say that need hearing, I think."
 
 "Very well. Ferri, could you come up here, please?" Ted asked, even as an older elven woman, slim and graceful like most her her kind, despite her years, made her way to the front of the gathered crowd.
 
 "Thank you, healer Lyst." Jackie said, nodding to the woman. "Could you tell us all, please, just what the girls this monster attacked went through?"
 
 "They were raped, violently." Ferri replied, her tone cold and dispassionate, even though her eyes burned with anger as they regarded the prisoner bound before her. "Violated by something so much larger than their bodies could handle that many simply died from shock and bloodloss, if not during the act itself, then probably very soon after."
 
 "Is that all they had to endure?"
 
 "No. Whatever used them had not only a phallus that was simply too large, but one that seemed almost designed to cause as much harm to them as possible."
 
 "What do you mean by that?" Jackie asked.
 
 "Their.. their reproductive organs had been practically shredded, and what was left had been inverted and pulled out of their bodies, as if.. as if someone had simply reached in and yanked them out." the elven woman replied, shuddering, her cool, dispassionate facade cracking a little. "And, they had suffered numerous, almost uncountable scratches, cuts, and bites. They were covered in claws marks and punctures from long, sharp teeth."
 
 "I see." Jackie said, her own tone bleak and a little quavery. "How.. how did the girls who managed to live through this, the ones who survived.. how are they recovering?"
 
 "To be honest, poorly." the healer sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Much of their injuries were beyond my skills, medicinal or magical, to correct. I'm really more of a veterinarian than a healer, truth be told. I deal with animals far more often than I usually have to treat people. I can staunch bleeding, speed up the closing of a minor or moderate cut, set and splint a broken bone, and ease a childbirth, among other things, but repairing that much damage to their insides, not to mention the cuts and punctures covering their outsides..?"
 
 "So.. there's no chance that any of the girls might ever heal enough to lead normal lives, to have children?"
 
 "Children?" the elven woman asked, blinking in surprise. "No.. no chance at all, especially considering that I had to excise most of their reproductive tracts just to keep them from bleeding to death, or dying of infection later. Gods, most of them probably won't even be able to walk ever again.."
 
 "You.. you had to cut out their.. their wombs..?" Ted asked, his expression shocked, his tone horrified.
 
 "..Well, not so much cut out as cut off, but yes. I had no choice, I'm afraid. Practically everything that made them women had suffered so much damage that it all had to go, if they were going to have any chance of surviving, long term." Ferri confirmed, her face now drawn, haggard. "Even so, it wouldn't surprise me if some of them still don't make it to the end of the month."
 
 "You couldn't.. couldn't have tried to regrow what they had lost?" Judy asked. "I know that some healers can do that.."
 
 "Regrow a woman's entire reproductive tract, from scratch? No." Ferri answered, bluntly. "I have neither the skills, nor the power, which would be required for something like that. Maybe, MAYBE a team of professional healers at the capitol could do it, but that's the kind of thing that would probably cost more than our village earns in an entire year. If you asked me to regrow a knuckle or two of a young child's pinkie finger? That I might be able to manage, if you gave me a whole week, free of any other demands on my time or energy, to do it in, and then another week to recover afterward."
 
 "..Thank you, Ferri." Judy said, after a few moments of shocked silence from the entire gathering, her own face tight with emotion. "That's.. that's what I wanted everyone to hear. I don't have any other questions for you."
 
2 - Dragon-kin
 
 "Well.." Ted said, while swallowing hard and rubbing at his face. "Was.. was there anyone else you wanted to call on, Judy?"
 
 "Yes. I wanted to give everyone some perspective on just what this.. thing.. this monster.. is capable of. Where it comes from, what it thinks. The history of its kind." Judy replied. "So, if she doesn't mind, I'd like to ask Yulwi to say a few things."
 
 Another woman, this one quite a bit younger looking, and one who's skin glinted oddly in the light, made her way forward, out of the crowd. She walked up and stood where Ferri, who had moved over a bit and knelt gracefully down onto the grass, had been standing.
 
 "Yulwi, thank you." Judy said, smiling slightly at the girl. "I'm sorry to have to drag you into this, but you're the only one here, I think, who can put this creature's actions into their proper.. perspective."
 
 "That's okay, Judy." Yulwi said, her tone calm. "I knew, as soon as I saw what the King's men had drug back, that I was probably going to have to explain some things. Both about myself, and about it."
 
 "Could you tell us, then, for those who might not know, just what you are?" Judy asked, a little tentatively. "What your heritage is, I mean?"
 
 "Of course. I am, as some of you already know, what's known by many as a dragon-kin. I have, somewhere in my fairly recent family tree, a dragon of some type as one of my ancestors."
 
 "How.. how does that.. work, exactly?" Judy asked, frowning. "I mean no offense, but I thought that dragons were, um, mostly just animals. Large, dangerous, and smart animals, but animals none-the-less."
 
 "That's something of a misconception. And, I take no offense, of course." Yulwi answered, while inclining her head to Judy. "Dragons are.. cunning.. I think, is the best word to describe them. And smart. Just how smart? Well, no one really knows. They can't read, or usually even speak, but probably because they simply don't see the point in bothering to learn how. They're vicious aerial predators, often claiming hundreds of square miles of territory for themselves, and, almost unquestionably, the fiercest and most deadly creatures in the world. What need do they have of speech or the written word?"
 
 "As to how someone like me ends up with a dragon as an ancestor, well.." she continued, her lips pressing together into a thin line, disapproval writ upon her features. "Let's just say that male dragons are extremely.. viril. They like to mate, as often as possible. Which is unfortunate, because female dragons most assuredly do NOT, and are rather picky as to where and when they'll even allow a male to enter their territory to court, let alone actually mate."
 
 "So, they're all randy bastards, then, and always on the lookout?" Ted asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise, his lips curled up in disgust.
 
 "..Yes." Yulwi confirmed, apparently finding the word distateful in her mouth, judging by her expression. "And, in the absence of a female dragon, they'll use just about anything convenient they can find to get themselves off: Trees, crevices in rock formations, holes in the ground, whatever. Sometimes even large prey, like bison or mammoths, that are big enough and sturdy enough to withstand their attentions, at least until the dragon finishes up and then eats them afterward."
 
 "And, occassionally, they'll even go after humanoids."
 
 "But, dragons are rather large, aren't they. Surely no human, or elf, or orc, or any other race, could survive such an.. an encounter." asked Judy, her eyes narrowing as she turned to regard the chained prisoner.
 
 "No, none of the common races could. Even a large ogre or troll wouldn't be able to withstand the.. ah.. vigorousness of dragon mating." Yulwi confirmed. "But, there is one race that can potentially survive the affections, such as they are, of a dragon."
 
 "Which race is that?" Ted interjected. "What's bigger or tougher than a damned ogre?"
 
 "Giants, of course." answered Yulwi. "And a large dragon is the only creature in the world that could reasonably expect to be able to overpower an adult giant."
 
 "Oh, that makes sense. I'd forgotten all about them." Ted said, musingly.
 
 "Yes, and assuming that the giant in question is female.." Yulwi said, causing most of the men in the audience to wince. "..and assuming that she survives afterward, which she probably will, as giants are extremely tough, possibly even more so than dragons, she's very likely to bear a child to term."
 
 "How.. how is that possible? Dragons and giants.. they're not just different races, they're completely different species!" Ted asked.
 
 "Dragons seed is incredibly potent. They can reproduce with very nearly anything, providing the creature in question survives the enounter." Yulwi explained. "Take wyrms, for instance. Large, flightless, and rare dragon-like, scaled and horned, land-bound creatures. They're the result of something like a large bison or mammoth surviving a dragon mating, and going on to bear the offspring."
 
 "So then, these.. children? The ones of mixed giant and dragon parentage? They're the ones who pass on dragonic heritage to all the other races?" Judy inquired, frowning thoughtfully.
 
 "Yes. While something like an ogre or troll, or even a large human or orc woman, wouldn't survive mating with a dragon, they might survive an encounter with a giant/dragon mix, especially if the hybrid was careful and gentle with their companion." Yulwi said. "And, if the hybrid is female, that opens up the spectrum of potential mates even further."
 
 "So, if you don't mind my asking, how far back is your own dragon ancestor?" Judy asked, curiously. "And what is your, uh, ancestral makeup, if you will?"
 
 "Well, I'm not completely sure. Grandmother never would talk about it, but at least four or five generations back, I think, if not more." Yulwi answered. "As to what all my ancestors were, well, grandmother took a human for a mate once, and had my father. Dad married another human, mom, who had me, so I'm at least three quarters human, and I think of myself as a human, for the most part. What grandmother was exactly, we never knew, but dad always thought that she might be half ogre. Mostly because of the smell, he'd joke."
 
 "But only when she wasn't around to overhear him, heh." Yulwi remnisced, smiling faintly.
 
 "So, apart from the obvious, what.. uh, characteristics, I guess, did you inherit from your dragon ancestor?" Ted asked.
 
 "Well, I've got scales, obviously." the girl answered, as she held out an arm and ran her other hand over it.
 
 The sunlight glinted off her skin, reflecting little rainbows of mixed color, similar to the way a fish's will. Her scales weren't large or rough, though. She had scales from her draconic heritage the same way that a normal human girl would have fur from her mammalian ancestors. Small, soft, semi-transparent and almost downy, her scaled skin looked smooth, silky, and glossy, sort of like a small snake or lizard's would, fresh from a shedding. Completely unlike the thick, tough and rather nastily sharp looking heavy plates that covered the prisoner chained before her.
 
 "Dad was scalier than I am, by quite a lot, but that might just be because he was male. Male dragon-kin tend to be a little scalier than females, just like normal men are hairier than normal women." Yulni continued. "Also, I have head hair, like mom. Dad had a sort of mixture between scales and hair, that almost looked like porcupine quills or something. Grandmother only had scales, and fairly thick ones at that, covering her head."
 
 "Grandmother also had a fairly long tail, and dad had one too, though shorter. As you can see, though, I don't, which I'm rather grateful for. Dad was always knocking things over with his, because he didn't have a whole lot of control over it."
 
 "You, ah, you don't have an, umm.. a snout, either, I see?" Ted observed, carefully, trying not to offend.
 
 "No, my facial features are almost entirely human." Yulwi answered, nodding. "Though my teeth are a little sharper than normal. Dad's face was mostly human in shape too, but grandmother had a bit of an extended jawline, and her teeth were razor sharp and quite long."
 
 "Physcially, I'm a little stronger than a human, orc, or elf woman my size would normally be. Though, that's probably down to my giant heritage, and possibly my ogre, as much as from my dragon one."
 
 "Finally, I heal a bit more rapidly than normal humans, and I don't scar much, if at all. Dad healed even quicker than I do, though I guess that didn't help him very much when he went off to the last war against the Gavvaronians, with the King's army, the last time they invaded. He didn't make it, unfortunately. Grandmother's healing was even better than dad's, though, and she told me that she lost a hand once, and grew it back, without the help of a healer, over the course of a year or two." Yulwi finished.
 
 "Oh, and I don't age quite like normal humans." she added, as an afterthought. "Dad probably wouldn't have either, if he'd lived long enough, and I've no idea how old grandmother is. Like I said, she never talked about it much."
 
 "You don't?" asked Ted, surprised. "How old are you, then?"
 
 Yulwi regarded Ted wryly for a moment, her gaze level, which caused him to fidget in embarrassment for a few moments, before she answered with an amused grin.
 
 "I'll be fifty, next year." she said. "And, isn't it considered rude to ask a lady her age?"
 
 "S-sorry." Ted muttered, face flushing red a little. "Are you really? You don't look much more than nineteen or twenty. You're older than I am!"
 
 Yulwi just shrugged, smiling faintly.
 
 "So, in your opinion, what exactly IS the creature chained before us, the one responsible for killing our girls and menfolk?" Judy asked, bringing the topic of the conversation back on point once again, and making the smile drain off Yulwi's face.
 
 "Well, it's hard to be completely sure, but, given its size and appearance, I'd wager that this.. monster.. is probably a first generation hybrid. A half dragon, half giant." Yulwi answered, her face twisting up into a sneer of disgust as she regarded the prisoner. "Which, is going to be a problem."
 
 "How so?" asked Ted.
 
 "Because, in the case of dragon/giant hybrids, the sum of the whole is greater, much greater, than that of the parts." Yulwi said.
 
 "What do you mean?" asked Judy.
 
 "Well, giants are big and strong, sure, but, even more than that, they're just.. tough. Everyone knows that." Yulwi explained. "They're so big that they simply have to be. Bones like iron, skin stronger than cured leather, muscles and sinews like cables. And then to add to that already formidable set of characteristics the ferocity, cunning, armored hides, rapid healing, and sheer bloodthirsty deadliness of dragons?"
 
 "Frankly, I'm actually astonished that the brute squad was able to subdue him at all. When I said that dragons were almost unquestionably the most deadly creatures in the entire world, their giant hybrid offspring are the reason why I added the "almost"." Yulwi said, licking her lips apprehesively. "I mean, look at him, for goodness sake!"
 
 At Yulwi's words, the entire crowd focused its gaze upon the prisoner at the center of the clearing once again, and all coversation ceased.
 
 The creature in question was more than simply large, or even merely huge. It was massive. If it hadn't been chained, bent over backwards, clawed hands to clawed feet, it would have stood at least ten feet tall, and perhaps significantly more. It looked like it weighed at least as much as a large draft horse, a thousand pounds or more, and was covered, head to toe, in natural armor in the form of thick, sharp edged plates of scale. Its long jaws and snout, from which wickedly sharp and serrated teeth could be seen to poke out from, was muzzled shut in a cage of iron, and its eyes, full of malicious, baleful intelligence, regarded the relatively tiny humanoids surrounding it in lazy contempt.
 
 It was more-or-less humanoid in form itself, though its hind legs were digitigrade, its feet long and tipped with scythe like claws. Similar curved daggers extended from the ends of its large fingers, which flexed and relaxed in regular rhythym, as though impatient to clutch and slice into soft, vulerable flesh once more. It had short, stublike wings, obviously incapable of lifting it aloft, but which added a sort of terrible grandure to the creature none-the-less.
 
 The only thing that kept this gigantic killing machine under control was the web of thick iron bands and chains which bound its arms, legs, and even its wings together, and which was secured to even more chains attached to a dozen long posts driven into the ground around it. Still, this collection of strong iron, which rattled and clinked every time the beast so much as breathed, barely seemed enough to restrain it. The crowd had consciously left a wide berth around the prisoner, obviously afraid to get too close to him, despite his bindings.
 
 "So, what are you saying?" asked Ted, gulping.
 
 "I'm saying that we had better kill him, the sooner the better." Yulwi said, bluntly. "There is nothing we can do to deter him from attacking us again, if he gets loose or if we released him. Nothing."
 
 "What do you mean?" asked Judy, her eyes narrowing.
 
 "Any physical punishment or threats would be meaningless to him!" Yulwi replied, almost shouting, her growing nervousness apparent for all to see. "We could whip him, brand him, gouge out his eyes, knock out his teeth, even cut off his arms or his legs, before we dragged him to the edge of the county and banished him, and he'd probably still be back again in a few weeks, a month at most, almost completely healed and pissed-the-fuck-off at us!"
 
 "Even gelding him, which is what the King's law says we're supposed to do to rapists, would be pointless, because he'd just grow his damned manhood back in a few days anyway." Yulwi finished, her voice dropping as she seemed to deflate, defeated. "The only thing we can do is kill him."
 
 "We might not be able to do that." Ted said, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully, as he regarded the beast.
 
 "We have to!" Yulwi urged, even as the crowd broke out into mutters and grumbling at Ted's words. "He'll never be persuaded to just leave us in peace. Never."
 
 "Yulwi.." Ted said, his gaze returning to her, his expression calculating. "..is there something else you're not telling us?"
 
 "I.." Yulwi started, looking, if possible, even more nervous. "I.. No, of course not!"
 
 "Yulwi.." Judy asked, looking imploringly at the fidgeting woman. "Please, if you know something else about it.. about him.. about what motivated him to do the horrible things he's done.. Please, tell us."
 
 "I.. I.." Yulwi stuttered, looking as though she might decide to simply flee at any moment, before her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I.. Oh, a-alright.."
 
 "I had hoped.. hoped that this wouldn't come up.." she began, twisting her hands together worryingly, as the crowd quieted down once more, its rapt attention on her again. "It's not something that I like to think about much, or at all, if I can help it."
 
 "What?" Ted asked, curiously. "What is it?"
 
 "There.. there is a mode of thought.. an ideology.." Yulwi began, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. "..among some of my kind, among those with dragon ancestry."
 
 "The ones who adhere to this.. this thinking.. believe that, because they have dragons as ancestors, that they're.. above everyone else." she continued, still with her eyes closed.
 
 "Well, that's not unusual." Ted said, resurringly. "I'm met plenty of humans who think very poorly of orcs, or elves, or whatever other race has supposedly proved themselves inferior. Even met more than a few orcs or elves who felt the same way about humans."
 
 "It's.. It's not just simple racism.." Yulwi said, her eyes opening again, looking tiredly around at the gathered crowd. "It's not a belief that one race is above another, or that orcs like fighting and that elves are limp wristed effeminates or that humans smell odd and need to bath a lot more often."
 
 "They believe that they themselves, individually, are above everyone else." Yulwi stated. "To them, there is no such thing as races, as most people understand them, or rather, that races simply don't matter. An orc, or a human, or an elf, even ones who are also dragon-kin, like themselves, all are literally on the same level as animals, even as insects, to them."
 
 "That's all we are to him." she finished, pointing to the chained figure in the center of the clearing. "Playthings. Meat. He doesn't even view us people. What we want and feel doesn't matter at all. We're of no more importance to him than ants or beetles or even grass."
 
 The creature, who had been completely quiet, apart from the sound of his deep, bellows-like lungs slowly working, chose that moment to break his silence.
 
 He chuckled, and the sound of it, incredibly deep and vibrant, in a way that made those nearest to him cringe back in fright, was dripping with amused scorn.
 
 "I hadn't wanted to talk about this, because it's the main reason there's so much prejudice against dragon-kin." Yulwi said, swallowing, her lips quivering. "People hate us, because so many of our kind are absolutely insane. All that matters to them is strength, their OWN strength, and absolutely nothing else, which is unfortunate, because so many of them ARE so ridiculously strong."
 
 "And they prove that strength, both to themselves and to everyone else, by doing as they please, to whomever they please, whenever they please." Yulwi said, beginning to tremble. "Although, when I said that they care no more for other dragon-kin than for anyone else, that wasn't quite completely accurate. Many actually take even greater enjoyment in proving their strength over others like themselves, like ME, than they do over mere normal humanoids."
 
 The prisoner's dark chucklings, which had slowly subsided as Yulwi had continued talking, bubbled back out of the creature's lungs again, before breaking out into a bout of full, shockingly loud and deep laughter.
 
 "Ohh.." he murmured through his iron muzzle, his words slightly muffled, but completely understandable, and in the common tongue. "Oh, so very true. I am going to ENJOY breaking you, little one, as soon as I free myself from these restraints."
 
 His voice was deep. Deep, like the sound of a flooding river, one that's roaring through narrow mountain canyons after a drenching rainstorm storm deep. It vibrated the air, rumbling like stones and boulders over a waterfall, and the people closest to him pushed back even futher against the crowd behind them, desperate to get away.
 
 "You will never be able to hold me, and if your strong men.." he said, his voice full of sarcastic contempt. "..hadn't attacked me during my sleep, like cowardly weaklings, instead of challenging me to an honorable battle, then I wouldn't be your captive at all. Even then, half asleep and sluggish with a belly full of the flesh of your females, I still killed a third of them, before they could bind me."
 
 "I am going to rip these pathetic little stakes of yours right out of the ground, tear off these paltry chains, and then evicerate.. every.. single.. one.. of.. you." he continued, he voice growing, somehow, even deeper and more menacing. "Except for you, little dragon-kin. You carry the True Blood, even if only a meager portion of it. Perhaps I'll force you to bear my offspring, before I strip your flesh from your still living body."
 
 Adding to the terror of the dragon hybrid's words was the reaction of his body to the fright of the people around him. His groin, which, until he started speaking, had been as covered in thick plates of scale as the rest of him, began bulging open. His manhood, a thick, heavy, shockingly red male member, swelled rapidly, pushing its way out of his body, followed closely by first one, then the other, of his massive testicles, which were encased in their protective sack of similarly crimson hued skin. As his maleness grew to full, lurid bloom, everyone in the crowd was treated to the sight of that which had destroyed the bodies of so many of their young women: his engorged, enormous cock, which was at least two feet long and irregularly speckled with a multitude of backward facing, hard looking nodules or scales.
 
 "And then.." he said to the surrounding crowd, his voice full of relish. "The children! Your children, all of them! Your mewling, simpering little meat-bag spawn! The things I will do to them.. You have no idea, no words! And, I'll make them watch, oldest to youngest! As I torture them! Kill them! And then eat them! One.. by.. ONE!"
 
 "You cannot hold me!" he bellowed gleefully, rocking back and forth in his restraints, his gigantic cock swaying and bobbing back and forth in time with his motions. "You cannot hold me! I, Krul-Zhvik, who hunted down my own sire and devoured his still beating heart, who tore out my own dam's throat and drank of her blood, who took your females and did to them as I willed, who killed and ate your pathetic hunters, who slew your King's men! You are nothing, NOTHING compared to me, and you CAN NOT hold me!"
 
 He subsided after that, still bubbling with murderous laughter, leaving a shocked silence, and not a few whimpering and crying humans, behind.
 
 "..uh.." Ted said, a bit feebly, into the relative quiet of the clearing, after Krul-Zhvik had finished his rant. "Um.. well, I guess we've heard from the prosecutor.. and the defendant. Have.. have you anything to say, in the creature's defense, Frank?"
 
 Frank, the villager from Bilby who had been assigned to defend the monster before them, just goggled up at Ted.
 
 "..You've got to be kidding, Ted." he said, disbelivingly. "I.. I.. was going to try to argue that he weren't really a person, but a beast, and that he wasn't responsible for his own actions, so to speak.. But then he went and talked, so that's that bollocksed all up.. And, ye gods, you heard him.. Let's just kill 'im, before he gets loose!"
 
 "He isn't going to get loose just yet." Ted replied, glaring over at the creature, which continued to rock back and forth in its restraints. "And besides, we've got another problem."
 
 "What's that, then?" Frank asked, still pale faced in reaction to hearing the threats just uttered by Krul-Zhvik.
 
 "Well, like you said, he just talked." Ted explained. "That means he's a person. A twisted, evil, son-of-a-bitch sort of person, but a person no less."
 
 "So, what?"
 
 "So, what?" Ted repeated, incredulously. "So, King's law, that's what. Only the King, or someone appointed by the King to stand in his stead, which I guarantee none of us here are, can give out a death sentence to a prisoner or captive!"
 
 "Screw the law! Kill it!" shouted someone from the audience, which was greeted with an approving muttering.
 
 "Yes, kill it." agreed Judy, who had turned to stare at Ted, a betrayed look on her face. "He killed my Anna, and a dozen more girls, and our posse of men and boys, and who knows who else besides!"
 
 "Please, please, just kill him." pleaded Yulwi, who had collapsed onto the ground, shaking, in reaction to the huge dragon-kin's threats.
 
 "The law is the law!" shouted Ted, in response. "The men, King's men, I'll remind you, who came out here and captured this beast did so on the King's orders! I saw them myself, and his own signiture was on it! Those same men, some of whom DIED to protect us, are bound and sworn to uphold that law, the very same one you want to ignore."
 
 "Now, I understand. I really do. This bastard killed our own, and I want him dead just as much as the rest of you." Ted continued, his tone deadly serious. "But if we ignore the laws that the men who died for us, who died to prevent any more of our people from being taken and killed and ate, honored with their lives, then we'd be spitting on their courage and their sacrifice!"
 
 "But.. What are we going to do, then?" asked a voice from the crowd, plaintively, after a few moments of stunned silence had passed after Ted's declaration.
 
 "We follow the law." Ted stated simply, staring at Krul-Zhvik's still obscenely erect phallus. "And the law says we geld him."
 
 "But.. But, he'll grow it back. That won't stop him!" protested Judy, and about a dozen other members of the crowd.
 
 "Ahh, maybe.. Or maybe not." Ted said, waggling his finger at the crowd. "I figured we might run into this problem, and so did the captain of the squad sent out to help us. He told me that there might be someone in the capitol who could help."
 
 "Really? Who?" asked someone in the crowd.
 
 "A castratrix. A professional one." answered Ted.
 
 "A.. a what?"
 
 "A castratrix." Ted repeated.
 
 "What's that, then?"
 
 "Someone, a woman, presumably, who castrates men and boys for a living."
 
 "..that's a job? A real one?!"
 
 "Apparently." Ted said, wincing a little at the thought. "And I sent a message along with the captain, asking for their assistance. This isn't the first time the King's men have had to hunt down rogue dragon-kin, you see, and they've actually run into this kind of problem before."
 
 "When is this.. castratrix.. going to arrive?" asked Judy, frowning specuatively.
 
 "Well, it's a week to the capitol, and the brute squad of King's men only left a day or so ago, so probably two weeks, at the earliest." Ted said. "Which means that we're going to have to keep this monster restrained for that long, at least, on our own."
 
 "So, I think we'd better get some more stakes and chains." he sighed, as he looked at the bonds covering the prisoner, who was still rocking back and forth, tugging relentlessly at the stakes holding him fast to the ground. "We certainly don't want him getting loose."
 
3 - The First Day
 
 It was actually closer to three weeks before the promised help arrived. The huge dragon-kin, Krul-Zhvik, didn't manage to escape during that time, but there were several close calls. The worst one of them was when one of the men assigned to guard the big beast fell asleep during his night watch shift. Sim was still standing up even, leaning over on his pitchfork and snoring away, when his relief came an hour or two before dawn. He woke up to the sound of his replacement screaming in terror and running back to the village for help, to find that Krul-Zhvik had managed to work half the stakes holding him down loose, and was well on the way to finishing off the rest.
 
 Thankfully, enough men showed up, rapidly enough, that they were able to hammer back down all the stakes once more, but it was a frantic, desperate few minutes of struggle. It didn't help that Krul-Zhvik was cackling and laughing derisively the whole time, in that deep, deep voice of his, and there were more than one pair of trousers that needed to be changed afterwards.
 
 Sim, after his universally agreed upon flogging, walked (mostly because he wasn't able to sit down for over a week) around in shame after that. The families of the victims of Krul-Zhvik were particularly cold and brusk with him, though this eased somewhat after he made personal apologies (at Ted's insistance) to each of them.
 
 Feeding the huge brute was a dangerous task, as well. One of the older boys nearly lost the finger he had been using to poke bits of chicken scraps through Krul-Zhvik's iron muzzle, and from then on everyone was required to use a wooden dowel when performing that unpleasant task. Ferri managed to fix the digit back on properly and save the it, even if the lad couldn't feel very much with it after that.
 
 So, it was with a sense of palpable relief when, finally, a trio of women arrived on horseback to the village. Everyone who saw them approach knew at once that they weren't simple farmers or traders, because of the peculiar, almost scandalous dress they wore. To the rural, fairly conservative and sheltered villagers, the simple, thin, and very brief patchwork leathers worn by the three women under their open cloaks were scarcely adaquate for under garments, let alone outer wear.
 
 "Orchid." said the apparent leader of the trio, introducing herself to Ted, and to the others who had happened to be near when they arrived. "And my companions, Fillet and Flame. They're former students, and now partners, of mine."
 
 Orchid, who was a slim elven woman of average height, ocean blue skin, pure white hair, and indeterminate years, gestured to the two young women accomanying her. The first, who was apparently Fillet, was a orc girl, and a rather petite one at that. If not for the pale green skin and darker green hair, the slightly pointed ears, and way her smile revealed her long, delicately pointed canines and sharp incisors, she might have passed for a normal, albiet short, human girl. Flame turned out to be a fairly tall girl, probably originating from one of the cold, far southern human lands, who was much fairer of features than the dusky skinned and dark haired local residents of the village.
 
 "Welcome! We're so glad you could come!" Ted replied, smiling. "Your names.. ah.. they're very.. um.. unusual?"
 
 "They are our professional sobriquets, dear." Orchid replied, returning his smile, as she took his proffered hand and shook it. "Though, I think we've used them long enough now that we've actually come to prefer them over our true names."
 
 "I see. Well, whichever you prefer, of course." Ted said. "If you'd care to refresh yourselves after your travels, we have rooms set aside for you. Or, if you'd like to see the beast, Krul-Zhvik, right away, I can take you to him."
 
 "It has a name?" Orchid asked, while arching one elegant eyebrow up. "Really? The poor boys who told us of your predicament didn't mention that it could talk. How interesting."
 
 "I think.." she continued, with a look back at her companions. "That we would prefer to refresh ourselves, first. Could you give us an hour?"
 
 "Of course, of course." Ted replied, smiling again, a bit nervously. "Take all the time you need!"
 
 An hour later, Ted, along with Judy and a small crowd of other villagers, led Orchid, Fillet, and Flame to the clearing where Krul-Zhvik was being kept prisoner.
 
 "Do you really just cut off men's balls for a living?" Judy asked, as they walked, her voice a mixure of curiosity and disbelief.
 
 "Oh, there's no "just" about it, and we don't always limit ourselves to merely a man's testicles, but yes, that is our occupation." Orchid replied, while all the menfolk in the group shuffled and coughed nervously, glancing at each other. "Freelance castratrixes for hire, that's us."
 
 "There's.. there's enough call for that sort of thing in the capitol to keep.. to keep all three of you busy?" Judy asked, incredulously.
 
 "Oh, you'd be surprised. And, who says that there's just the three of us there?" Orchid said, with a little laugh. "A serf makes advances on the wrong young woman and offends her father, the local lord.. A mother of six, who's had quite enough children already, thank you very much, wants her husband to stop pestering her.. A traditionalist elven mother decides that her son isn't going to be the one to carry on the family name after all.."
 
 "Or a rapist needs to recieve his due.." she continued, with a glance at the enormous bound form in the center of the clearing they had just entered. "There are all sorts of situations that require a particular set of skills, our skills, to solve to everyone's satisfaction."
 
 "Well, to MOST everyone's satisfaction.." she finished, while trailing a hand carelessly across the rolled up pouch of tools and equipment she had extricated from her saddle bags and brought with her. "Everyone who counts, anyway."
 
 "My goodness. He IS a big one, isn't he.." Orchid mused a few moments later, as she and her companions walked slow circles around the bound dragon-kin, taking in his appearance, even as his own eyes narrowed and followed their movements closely. "And, I see he's noticed us!"
 
 This last comment was made as she came to a stop between the giant monster's legs, and saw his enormous manhood once again begin to slither out of his exposed and thrust out groin.
 
 "Well!" Orchid exclaimed, her tone wry and amused, as she drew closer to the mighty, slowly engorging phallus. "It certainly is nice to be appreciated, I suppose. Is that for me, do you think?"
 
 "I think that it is, Mistress." Fillet said, speaking for the first time.
 
 "An offering to you." Flame added. "How appropriate."
 
 "Yes. I think that we'll be able to work with this." Orchid said, as she reached up to stroke a fingertip down the underside of the now fully inflamed cock. "I'm not sure about these nodules, though.."
 
 "Pliers, Mistress?" inquired Fillet, as Orchid handed to her the tool pouch she had been carrying, even as the elven woman continued her examination of the monster cock before them.
 
 "Yes, Fillet, dear. And a small knife, too."
 
 Fillet undid the straps holding the tool pouch closed, bent to the ground, and unrolled it across the grass, revealing its contents. To most of the gathered crowd of villagers, who were watching the goings on with increasing levels of incredulity, the majority of the instruments were completely unidentifiable. From this collection of devious looking devices, Fillet extracted a set of pliers and a small, wickedly sharp looking knife. She handed the pliers to her Mistress, and held the knife, handle out, hilt and blade gripped carefully in her fingers, ready for when it would be needed as well.
 
 Orchid prodded one of the nodules, or scales, or whatever they were, curiously with her fingertips, finding it hard to the touch, like horn. Then, she opened her pliers and grasped the rigid protuberance in its jaws, and, with tensed muscles and a small huff of expelled breath, ripped it free.
 
 Krul-Zhvik gave a deep, pained grunt, and jerked once against his restraints, but otherwise made no noise or protests, though his clawed hands began clenching, flexing open and closed repeatedly, more rapidly than before.
 
 "Yes.. Completely unacceptable." Orchid commented, as she examined the bloody root of the nodule she had removed, still held within her pliers. "They're all going to have to go, I'm afraid."
 
 She opened her pliers, dropping the bit of Krul-Zhvik's cock she had just removed to the ground, casually discarding it, and then leaned forward, smirking, to pull another.
 
 Over the next ten or fifteen minutes, Orchid, watched by her companions and by an ever growing crowd of villagers, plucked every single nodule off the monstrous penis. Krul-Zhvik repeated his pained grunts on the first few, but, after that, remained silent and mostly motionless, though his hands did continue their restless flexing.
 
 "To think.." she said to the crowd, as she was finishing the last one. "That these were the things that tore up your daughters and sisters so terribly. I wonder just how many girl's insides he's ruined with these things.."
 
 "Well, never again." she said lightly, as she yanked the last one free. "There, that's ever so much better."
 
 The cock of Krul-Zhvik, which had looked monstrous indeed, covered irregularly as it had been by backward facing scales of horn, now looked considerably less intimidating. Oh, it was still ridiculously large, large enough to seriously injure and probably even kill a woman unfortunate enough to be on the recieving end of it, but it now no longer resembled a cheese grater in penis form. Now it just looked like an extremely long, extremely thick male member, in form more-or-less as a human's would be, though oddly bowed in the middle and with a wedge shaped head, which narrowed down into almost a point at the opening of his urethra.
 
 "Yes, much more appealing." Orchid mused, as she rested one hand on the bleeding male appendage, stroking it slightly.
 
 Her hand didn't go even half way around the monster cock.
 
 "Fillet? Flame?" Orchid said, without turning to look at her companions.
 
 "Yes, Mistress?" they asked, in chorus.
 
 "Would you two like a chance to play with him?" Orchid asked, as she moved her hands down to idly examine and heft the massive testicles hanging below the bound dragon-kin's penis. They were each individually larger than a big man's clenched fist, and together, along with their protective sack of skin, more than filled up her cupped palms and fingers.
 
 "Yes, Mistress!" Fillet and Flame chorused again, eagerly this time, making it a statement.
 
 "Skin his cock for me, please." Orchid ordered, finally turning her head to look at her subordinates, her wry smirk still on her lips, and an amused, hard glint in her eyes. "Take your time."
 
 "Thank you, Mistress." they said, and stepped forward to take her place between the dragon-kin's legs, even as Orchid stepped back.
 
 Krul-Zhvik, who had been mostly silent up until this point, began to growl, low and threateningly, deep in his chest, as the two young women, who were licking their lips in eagerness and excitement, took hold of his member in their hands.
 
 "What.. what is the point of all this?" Ted asked, hesitantly, as Orchid moved to stand beside him. "It's not that he doesn't deserve it, but isn't this a bit.. futile? He's a dragon-kin.. He'll just grow back anything you take from him. And, aside from that, the more you hurt him, the angrier he is going to be if.. when.. he finally gets loose. We're not going to be able to hold him forever."
 
 "Oh, you never know." Orchid said, smiling reasurringly at the man. "We've delt with regenerators before, and things don't always grow back exactly the same as they were."
 
 "Also, we have to gauge the extent of his capacity for self healing." she continued, as they both watched Fillet, who seemed to be enjoying herself very much, run the sharp little knife she was holding around the base of Krul-Zhvik's giant cock, while Flame held the head and shaft steady for her. "Once we know what we're up against, we'll be able to formulate a plan to try and take that big cock and those huge balls away from him forever."
 
 "Do you really think that's going to be possible?" Ted asked, wincing a little, seemingly unable to help himself, as he watched Fillet run the knife down the underside of the shaft of the cock, then begin, with small, controlled motions of the knife in her fingers, to slice and peel the two sides of the cut apart.
 
 Krul-Zhvik was, by this point, no longer just growling angrily, but roaring in rage, jerking hard against the restraints securing him to the ground, making it, and most of the villagers around him, tremble and shake.
 
 "Oh, anything is possible. We just have to inflict so much pain, so much trauma, on his body that it gives up, and decides that trying to regrow his manhood isn't worth the effort." Orchid replied, smiling coldly, before she changed the topic. "How much are you feeding him, by the way?"
 
 "Huh?" Ted asked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the conversation, and probably also distracted by the sight of the two girls, who were ignoring the thrashing and bellowing of their victim completely, each grasping a loose edge of cock skin and begin tugging and pulling on it, trying to separate it from the cock it was a part of by sheer brute force. "Oh, well, mostly just table scraps. Gristle and bones, for the most part. We're not a particularly wealthy village, or anything, so we don't have a whole lot of spare meat lying about for him."
 
 "Hmm.." Orchid mused, stroking a finger across her chin. "That's not enough. Not nearly enough, I'm afraid."
 
 "Why do you say that?" Ted asked, eyeing her curiously. "It isn't a whole lot for something his size, I'll grant you, but he won't starve to death. Probably."
 
 "I want you to imagine how much a beast like him would eat, in the wild." Orchid explained, patiently. "Imagine just how many pounds of flesh he devours each day. Ten? Twenty? Fifty? More? Now, realize that his body's regenerative capabilities are based on the expectation of that much meat being available to fuel it. Even if we manage to convince his body to not regrow his manhood while we're starving him, it might just decide to regrow it later anyway, after he's loose and eating like he's used to once again."
 
 "Oh." replied Ted, who gulped. "How.. how much do you think we should give him, then?"
 
 "Two chickens a day, at least." Orchid said, after a moment's thought. "And not scrawny ones, either."
 
 "Ouch." Ted winced, though whether at the thought of his villagers expending so much of their limited resources to keep a murderer alive and healthy, or at the sight of Fillet and Flame finally managing to strip the entire skin, whole, no less, from off Krul-Zhvik's penis, it was impossible to tell. "Well, I'll see what we can do."
 
 "Mistress, we have his skin for you." Fillet said, panting slightly, both in excitement and in reaction of the effort of aquiring her bloody burden.
 
 "I don't think it will make very good leather, though, Mistress." Flame added, who was also huffing breaths in and out. "There are too many holes in it, I'm afraid."
 
 Both girls presented the ruddy skin to Orchid, held up and stretched between them, showcasing the numerous holes, where the horny nodules had been, in the large, nearly rectangular patch of male flesh. Behind them, the penis it had come from glistened wetly, raw flesh exposed to the air, blood spattering down on the ground around it.
 
 "That's alright, girls." Orchid said, as she took the still dripping piece of skin in her hands to look at it more closely. "I think that there is a good chance that our new little toy will have grown us another skin by this time tomorrow, especially once he's been fed up properly. We'll be able to try again then."
 
 "L-leather?" Ted asked, his face twisting up in surprise and more than a little revulsion.
 
 "Oh, yes." Orchid said, self-satisfaction evident in her smug smile. "The girls and I just love leather made from the skin of a man's cock or balls."
 
 "There's nothing quite like it." she continued, even as she began walking around the bound figure of Krul-Zhvik once more.
 
 "It just feels so.. uniquely wonderful.. against the skin." she finished, as she flicked the strap of her top a few times, to draw attention to it, and winked at Ted suggestively.
 
 Ted, who had been trying very hard NOT to stare at the, by his standards, practically nude elven woman standing next to him, found his gaze lingering, despite himself, on her form. And on the small amount of clothing that was covering, if only barely, her modesty. He didn't know of bikinis, but if he had, that is how he would have described what Orchid and her two companions were wearing. Small bikinis, made of very thin, and curiously patched leather. Although, the more that he regarded her clothes, the more that he came to realize that they hadn't been repaired with small, odd patches leather, but rather that they were actually made up of them entirely.
 
 "You've.. you've got to be kidding.." Ted said, as he realized just what the woman's meager clothes must be made of. "That's not really..?"
 
 "One of the little perks of the job." Orchid said, grinning mischieviously while patting the leather covering her bosom, making her breasts quiver and jiggle invitingly beneath their covering of perserved male skin. "Although, if we can harvest enough whole skin from this big fellow, it won't be merely a little perk anymore. Maybe I'll be able to make a new cloak out of him! I've always wanted one, but collecting enough materials.. Well, we'll see."
 
 Orchid stopped by the huge, bound and chained dragon-kin's head, and looked down at him, a condescending little smile playing back and forth across her lips, her eyes pleased and amused.
 
 Krul-Zhvik was no longer struggling, but he, like Fillet and Flame, was panting slightly, in reaction to his own efforts to free himself and to the pain he had just endured from the flaying of his cock. The pain of which he was still enduring. Of course, he was large enough that, on him, slight panting sounded like a forge's bellows working at full tilt. His eyes, which had been a little wide and wild, narrowed immediately on catching sight of Orchid once again, and his growl began resurfacing.
 
 When she stopped at his head, he bellowed and lunged for her, his motions huge and terrifying, even limited as he was, as if to snap her up in his muzzled jaws. His restraints, however, stopped him just short of her, and she looked down on him, unflinching, unintimdated, and still even smiling her confident little smile.
 
 "What was his name, again?" Orchid asked, as if idly curious.
 
 "Krul.. Krul-Zhvik." Ted answered, from his position on the ground, where he had fallen on his rump after flinching away from Krul-Zhvik's aborted lunge.
 
 "No." Orchid replied, her tone pleased and mocking, as she leaned forward to look the dragon-kin directly in the eyes. "No, it isn't."
 
 "It's Meat." she stated, and then dropped the bloody mess of skin, HIS skin, which had been covering his own cock mere moments before, across his face and eyes.
 
 "Well, I think that's all, for today." Orchid said, as she strode confidently away from an absolutely enraged Krul-Zhvik, ignoring his roars of murderous anger as if they were merely somone else's background conversation, even as men of the village, sledges in hand, rushed to reinforce his bindings and re-pound the stakes that the monster, in his absolutely incandescent fury, was beginning to tear loose. Her companions and Ted followed her. "We'll continue on from here tomorrow, when we've all had a chance to rest properly."
 
 "And, I don't know about all of you, but I'm feeling a bit peckish." she said, her tone light. "I could really go for some stew, I think. Or maybe a really good, thick soup."
 
 "Something with a lot of meat in it, for sure." she finished, licking her lips and grinning again, while glancing back over her shoulder at the raw flesh of Krul-Zhvik's skinned, somehow still erect cock. "For some reason, I'm really craving some nice, juicy meat right now."
 
4 - The Second Day
 
 The next day, shortly after midmorning, when the air was still a bit chill and small scraps of mist still threaded through the trees, stubbornly resisting the efforts of the rising sun to burn them away, the three castratrixes, along with Ted, Judy, Ferri, and several handfuls of other villagers, all made their way back to where Krul-Zhvik was waiting for them.
 
 Ted and the other men were eying Orchid and her companions a little more warily than they had the day before, mostly due to the rumors which were circulating rapidly throughout the little village. Rumors about what they had got up to during the previous night, behind the closed doors of their rooms. The three castratrixes had made it known, just before they had retired for the evening, that male company wouldn't be unwelcome in their rooms, if any cared, and dared, to join them.
 
 The only man of the village foolish enough to take them up on their offer, was, of course, Sim. All the other menfolk, who had either seen firsthand or heard detailed accounts from those who had later, about the sheer delight the three women had taken in torturing Krul-Zhvik's manhood, had wisely decided to stay away, far away, from the castratrixes' rooms that night. Their fears had been proved correct, when, shortly after a grinning and moderately drunken Sim had entered their chambers, his whimpers, pained cries, agonized pleading, and desperate begging had become clearly audible to anyone within a few houses' distance of the village's inn.
 
 Ted, fearing the worst, had hesitantly knocked on the door during a particularly loud bit of screaming and shouting. He had glimpsed, through the partially open door and past a completely and gloriously nude Orchid, Sim tied to the foor, spread eagle, with Fillet and Flame on either side of him. The tool bag full of devious, dangerous looking devices was unrolled beside them, and the two gorgeous young women had been in the process of using one of them to do.. something.. to Sim's very erect penis.
 
 "Oh, don't worry, dear." Orchid had replied, to Ted's stuttering inquiries. "We're just having a bit of fun. We probably won't do any permanent damage to the silly boy. So run along now.. unless you'd care to join him?"
 
 Ted had, at that point, decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and had beat a very hasty retreat. The three castratixes had apparently had several hours more fun with Sim, if his continued yelling was anything to judge by, before hauling him over to Ferri's house and dumping him on her doorstep, sometime a little after midnight. Ferri had told him, her annoyed, sleep deprived gaze resting firmly on an amused Orchid's back, as the elven woman led the way to the clearing, that Sim hadn't actually taken any permant damage, but that he was going to be walking a bit funny for the next week or so.
 
 "So, did he say if it was worth it or not?" Ted asked curiously, as they neared the clearing.
 
 "The big idiot just grinned at me, and said, "Almost." when I asked him." Ferri replied, shaking her head in disgust. "At least he won't be in any sort of shape to get up to any more mischief for awhile. That much bruising is going to be tender for quite some time."
 
 "So, we're going to need to make a few little changes to the arrangments, here." Orchid stated, a minute later, as she walked a slow circle around the bound prisoner once more. "I'd like his legs spread out more, as much as you can manage, so that his groin is more accessible. Then, I'd like a nice, wide, solid round of hardwood, several feet in length and at least three feet wide, set upright between his legs, directly under his cock and balls, as a platform for us to work from."
 
 "Then.." she began to say, before being interrupted by Krul-Zhvik's deep rumble.
 
 "Elf." he growled, menace thrumming heavily in his tone of voice. "Lay a finger on me today, and I will make your death one they speak of in legend for another ten millenia."
 
 "..Oh, dear." Orchid replied, her tone dry. "How very frightening. Well, that's it, then, everyone. We'd all better pack up and go, while we're still able!"
 
 "The Meat has spoken, after all." she stated, her voice oozing sarcasm. "We dare not disobey."
 
 "My. Name. Is. KRUL! ZHVIK!" he roared in reply, so loudly that startled birds lept into the air from the trees for several hundred yards all around the clearing. "And when I get free, each and every one of you is going to PAY! PAY for daring to touch ME!"
 
 "Especially you, elf. You and your two minions." he continued, his voice growing dangerously low. "What I do to you, when I get free, will make the people of your pathetic race shake in their trees for a thousand years, terrified that I might find them and inflict upon them the same as I inflicted upon you, because.. I! WILL! I'll hunt your people to extinction, and someday, when the last elf dies upon my claws and my teeth, it will be YOUR name they will be cursing, for being the one responsible for bringing their doom down upon them!"
 
 "..Perhaps." Orchid allowed, after Krul-Zhvik had growled out his threats, apparently completly unimpressed. "Perhaps. But, to do any of those very scary things, you'd have to be free first."
 
 "And you are NOT free, little Meat." she said, smiling viciously down at him. "You're allll chained up, which means that I can do to your body and to your flesh.. What. Ever. I. Please."
 
 "And, despite what you may think, Meat, you are NOT going to break free any time soon." she finished. "Certainly not in time to save your manhood from what I've got in store for it. Maybe you will get free some day, and maybe you will make good on your threats.. But, you'll be doing so without your cock, and without your balls.. That, I promise you."
 
 "RrraaaAGHH!" was Krul-Zkvik's only engraged response, as he bellowed his fury out at her, struggling mightily, and in apparent futility, against his doubly reinforced bonds.
 
 "So, as I was saying, before we were interrupted." Orchid said over the continuing growls and low muttered threats of the prisoner behind her, after turning back to Ted. "I'd like a few chairs brought up here, as well, and perhaps a sunshade, for when it gets warm in the afternoon. I prefer to be as comfortable as possible when working on our little project here."
 
 "Of.. Of course." Ted said, his eyes a little wide, staring over Orchid's shoulder at the still struggling form of Krul-Zhvik. "An.. Anything else?"
 
 "Hmm.." Orchid hummed in thought, tapping a finger to her chin. "Also a table, for our tools.. And perhaps some rags, a basin, and a cask of clean water.. and another of wine, if you have some to spare. And, some mugs or cups, too. After all, we may as well enjoy ourselves while we work!"
 
 It took a few hours to set everything up to the elven castratrix's satisfaction, with the majority of time and effort being devoted to winching Krul-Zhvik's bent knees, over his obvious and strenuous efforts to prevent it, as wide as possible, and then resecuring them once again to the posts driven into the ground.
 
 "Perfect!" Orchid said, smiling happily from her seat under the newly erected canvas shade, when several sweaty young men finally muscled the heavy round of hardwood she'd request into position between Krul-Zhvik's thighs and under his groin. "Excellent work. Thank you, boys."
 
 The young men blushed at the praise from the beautiful, mostly nude elf sitting down before them, then, suddenly seeming to remember who, and especially what, she was, they gulped and, with an uneasy glance at each other, hastily departed from the clearing.
 
 "Ah, young men.." Orchid mused, as she stood up. "They're so much fun, so easy to fluster.."
 
 "Ah.. Ahem, yes, I suppose so." Ted allowed, as he reapproached the woman. "So.. um.. What.. What do you have planned for today?"
 
 "Well, the very first thing we have to do is see how much progress his body has made in repairing the damage we inflicted on his cock yesterday." Orchid replied, as she made her way between Krul-Zhvik's legs. "You've been feeding him better, like I instructed, yes?"
 
 "Yes." Ted said, grimacing. "Two whole chickens last night, another this morning, and he'll get his second of the day this evening. I hope this.. project.. doesn't take too long, or we'll start running out of chickens, at the rate we're feeding them to him."
 
 "It takes however long it takes." Orchid stated, with an absent wave of her hand. "Hmm.. It seems like our Meat might not want to cooperate with us, today."
 
 Krul-Zhvik's groin was conspicuously empty, his damaged manhood obviously having been pulled back and hidden behind the thick plates of his armor some time during the previous evening or night.
 
 "I'm not surprised." Ted said, gulping a little, remembering what the three women beside him had done the day before.
 
 "Well, we can't have that." Orchid said, amused, as she ran her hands, which looked very small against the monstrous creature's plated hide, over the area of his groin. "Fillet, Flame, would you two mind putting on a little show for our prisoner? He doesn't seem to be in the mood right now, but I'm willing to bet that you both can change his mind.."
 
 "What do you mean, put on a show..?" Ted started to ask, before his eyes goggled out of his head in surprise and shock.
 
 The petite green orc girl and the tall, fair human had made their way around Krul-Zhvik to his head, and, with a little knowing wink each down at the beast, had promptly started doing things to and with each other that were much more properly performed behind closed doors, if at all.
 
 "..Well, at least there aren't any kids around. We don't let them anywhere near the beast." Ted muttered, shaking his head in disbelief, after staring at the girls for a few moments. "..This isn't the kind of thing they should see, that's for sure."
 
 "Hell, I probably shouldn't even be watching.." he said, after another few moments, before he managed to tear his gaze off of the moaning, giggling, and entwined girls.
 
 "Oh, they don't mind." Orchid said, without looking up, as she watched Krul-Zhvik's plated groin open up, and his manhood begin to blossom out of it once more. "They like an audience, in fact."
 
 "Is.. is this sort of thing.." Ted asked, with another glance back at the two young women, who seemed to be delighted to have an excuse to rub and grind their bodies together. "..very common in the capitol?"
 
 "In certain circles." Orchid replied, as she slowly stroked her fingertips along the length of the engorging male member before her. "Aside from being a bit of harmless, recreational fun, it's also sometimes necessary when one of our subjects proves.. reluctant."
 
 "Reluctant?" Ted asked, arching up an eyebrow.
 
 "An erect phallus is ever so more fun to practice our skills on, after all." Orchid explained, regarding the now fully erect dragon-kin's cock in her hands with an approving smile, before she raised her voice. "Girls, that seems to have done the trick. You can stop now."
 
 "Mistress.." Fillet pouted, a moment later, after she and Flame had rejoined Orchid and Ted. "We were just getting to the good part."
 
 Both she and her partner in debauchery were rearanging their patchwork leather bikinis, tucking away bits of flesh that had somehow become exposed during their exercise in eroticism, and looked rather flustered. Not nearly as flustered as Ted seemed to be, though. The middle aged man's face was flaming red, and he was trying, and mostly failing, to avert his eyes from all the feminine skin on display.
 
 "Business before pleasure, dear." Orchid said, reprovingly, though her expression was amused. "We've work to do, before we can play. Let's take a look at what we've got here."
 
 What they had was Krul-Zhvik's enormous, erect cock, apparently fully healed from its travails the day before. It hadn't, though, restored itself to exactly how it had looked the day previously. Where before there had been nodules and scales of hard horn adorning his cock skin, now there was only smooth, slick red flesh.
 
 "He.. he didn't grow back those awful nodules.." Ted said, suprised. "Did.. did you know that he wouldn't? You did mention something about it yesterday."
 
 "I didn't know.. but I did suspect." Orchid said, a satisfied expression playing across her face. "Have you ever sunburned yourself badly? The skin that regrows after you peel is usually very soft and smooth, sensitive to the touch. I thought that something similar might happen here."
 
 "He might grow those nasty things back eventually, if he had enough time, but we're not going to give him the chance." Orchid continued, licking her lips in anticipation. "This new cock skin of his will make wonderful leather, I think, and so much of it! I'll bet that we'll get nearly two square feet of skin from him a day, and perhaps even more!"
 
 "It won't be so large once it's been treated and cured, of course, but still.." she said, setting herself down on the edge of the hardwood round, so her face would be on level with the root of Krul-Zhvik's manhood. "Before we do that, though, I think that it's time we got a look at these large testicles of his.. Fillet, dear? The small knife, if you would..?"
 
 Fillet, apparently having anticipated her mistress, handed over the requested implement at once.
 
 Krul-Zhvik, who had gone more or less silent during Fillet and Flame's little show, growled anew at her casual words.
 
 "Elf, you dare not touch me!" he commanded into the air of the clearing. "You dare not!"
 
 "Yes, I dare." Orchid replied, absently, apparently paying little attention to the monster who's testicles she was holding.
 
 Then, with a casual movement of the wrists, and deft flick of her knife, she sliced an even, shallow cut all the way around the top of Krul-Zhvik's enormous ball sack, then tugged it slowly free.
 
 "The thing about cutting off a scrotum.." she said as she did this, apparently for Ted's benefit. "Is that you have to be careful not to cut too deep, otherwise you could cut things off that you might not intend to."
 
 "At least, things which you don't intend to cut off just YET.." she emphasised, as Krul-Zhvik bellowed out a mixture of pain and fury, though mostly fury, and jerked against his restraints yet again.
 
 "There we go.." Orchid sighed, as the sack of skin slipped off entirely, revealing the huge, bloated oblong orbs of their prisoner's testicles. "..perfect."
 
 "Wow, I wonder what we should do with this.." she pondered a moment later, as she held up the large pouch of now empty skin. "It's so large.. perhaps it would make a good cap, once it's been cured, do you think? It might not be big enough, though.."
 
 "Or a nice purse, Mistress.." mused Fillet, as she carefully took the severed ballsack in her own hands.
 
 "You could double layer it, and insulate the space in between, to keep things warm, or cool, if you needed.." Flame speculated, as she took her turn examining the thing, too. "We'd just need to wait until he's grown another for us to harvest."
 
 "Well, I'm sure we'll come up with something useful to do with it." Orchid said, nodding. "But put it aside, for now, so we can focus on examining his testicles."
 
 Said testicles hung heavily from their connecting cords and ligaments, which, in the absence of the scrotum that usually protected them, were the only thing supporting their weight.
 
 "My goodness, these certainly are a handful.." Orchid obverved, as she cupped one of the large orbs of male flesh in each of her hands. "I'm curious just how large they actually are.. Flame, would you get the measuring tools, please?"
 
 Orchid spent the next several moments idly examining the glistening balls of meat filling her hands, turning them this way and that, tugging curiously on them, and bouncing them up and down on their cords, which caused their owner to issue pained, angry grunts in resonse, as Flame retrieved that which the elven woman had requested.
 
 "Oh, of course.." she said, a moment later, when she tried to use a small set of calipers to gauge just how large in diameter one of the testicles was. "..these are made to measure a normal man's equipment. They're nowhere near large enough for this.. How silly of me, ha!"
 
 "I suppose that we'll just have to be a bit more inventive.." she mused, setting aside the calipers. "Fillet, the long knife, if you please.."
 
 Orchid, after taking the thin, nearly foot long knife from her subordinate, gathered up one of the enormous testicles once again and rested the narrow, sharp point carefully against its outside surface. Then, ignoring Krul-Zhvik's increasing struggles, she slowly sank the tip into the meat of his testicle.
 
 "RRAGHH!" Krul-Zhvik bellowed, this time his pain obviously outweighing the fury in his voice, as it echoed around the clearing.
 
 Orchid, her tongue poked out in concentration, pushed the knife, inch by slow inch, completely through the huge gonad. Then, she wiggled it back and forth a little, to widen the flat hole she had created, and withdrew the now blood slicked blade.
 
 "There we go.." Orchid said, happily, as she set the knife aside, and picked up a slim metal ruler. "I think I've got this wide enough now that the ruler will pass through, unhindered."
 
 Unfortunately, at least for Krul-Zhvik, she was wrong, and it took several moments of effort to push the ruler past a narrow spot somewhere in the middle of the huge dragon-kin's testicle. Once it had torn through the impeding flesh, however, Orchid was able to line up the ruler and read out a measurement, which Flame, who suddenly had a ledger and pencil in hand, dutifully wrote down for her mistress.
 
 As she withdrew the ruler, the edges of which were scored with lines every eighth of an inch, and which must have been tugging and scratching painfully on the interior of his gonad, Krul-Zhvik bellowed in agony once more.
 
 "S-Stop!" he ordered, at the top of his voice. "Stop it, now!"
 
 "I don't respond to orders, Meat." Orchid said lightly, as she dropped his first testicle and made to repeat her efforts on his second. "If you want something from me, you'll have to be a lot more polite, I'm afraid."
 
 "Sto..!" Krul-Zhvik began to order once more, before he interrupted himself with another roar of pain as the tip of the knife sank into him again. "GRRAAGH!"
 
 "If fact, if you want to get anywhere with me.." Orchid continued, pushing her knife slowly through his remaining gonad. "..then you're going to have to beg."
 
 "Can you do that for me, Meat?" Orchid asked, as she wiggled her knife once again, to widen her second cut. "Can you beg me to stop?"
 
 "If you do it well enough.." she stated, as she replaced the knife with the ruler, forcing the roughly edged implement through his sensitive, vulnerable flesh for a second time. "..then I might even consider it."
 
 "NEVER!" Krul-Zhvik bellowed, as he raged at his restraints. "I. Will. KILL. You!"
 
 "Perhaps some day.." Orchid allowed, as she withdrew her ruler from his flesh for a final time, after taking her measure of the diameter of his flesh. "..but not today, not now. So, if you want the pain to stop, you had better learn how to beg me, and beg me well."
 
 "RAARGH!" Krul-Zhvik screamed, as Orchid began using the flat of her ruler to slap the exposed, bleeding testicle within her grasp.
 
 "Beg me." Orchid repeated, as she switched the target of her attentions and attacks back and forth between his two testicles. "Beg me, Meat."
 
 "NEVER! GRAHGH!" Krul-Zhvik said again, still yelling in agony.
 
 "Never is a very long time, Meat." Orchid commented, as she continued her merciless metal ruler spanking of his bare testicles.
 
 "RAAGH!" was Krul-Zhvik's only pained response.
 
 "Oh, well." Orchid sighed, seemingly only mildly disappointed, as she brought her assault on his gonads to a halt nearly a minute later, seemingly content, for the moment, to merely squeeze them firmly within her grasp. "There's always tomorrow."
 
 "Well, it's getting warm." Orchid said casually, releasing her hold on Krul-Zhvik's abused testicles at last. "Fillet, Flame, be dears, won't you, and measure his cock for me? After that, skin it again, and then we'll be done for the day."
 
 "Can we play with his testicles, too, Mistress?" asked Flame, as she and Fillet eagerly stepped forward, to take their own turns tormenting the monster dragon-kin's manhood.
 
 "Oh, I suppose. As long as you keep it relatively brief." Orchid replied, her tone indulgently amused. "Exterior only, nothing serious."
 
 "Aww, I wanted to use the knife on them.." protested Fillet, even as she began using the same small knife, which she had used the day before, to once again begin peeling Krul-Zhvik's freshly regrown cock skin from off his massive male member.
 
 "All in good time, dear." Orchid said, as she settled easily back into her chair, after rinsing her bloodied hands off in the basin of water. "We're in no rush, so don't worry. You'll get your chance."
 
 "Ted, would you care to join me for a glass of wine?" Orchid asked of the man, who was standing, gobsmacked, like most of the rest of the surrounding villagers, with his mouth hanging open in incredulity after witnessing the events of the past few minutes. "We may as well be comfortable while we wait for my proteges to finish with their fun."
 
 "It may take some time." she stated, grinning, as she stretched her legs out lazily, relaxing in the growing heat of the early afternoon, even as Krul-Zhvik's bellows of rage and screams of pain began filling the clearing once more. "Yes, indeed. It may take some time."
 
5 - Day Three, Fillet's Day
 
 "Incredible.." Orchid mused, the next day, as she examined the regrown scrotum once again encasing Krul-Zhvik's massive testicles. "I had thought that he might not be able to manage to regrow the skin of both his cock AND his scrotum, but he did. And, over the course of only a single night, at that!"
 
 "His powers of regeneration are truly impressive.." she continued, laughing lightly as she took the small knife Fillet was holding out to her. "How very unfortunate for him.."
 
 With casual motions, and still chuckling a little, she repeated her efforts of the previous day, and removed Krul-Zhvik's scrotum from him. It, like his cock skin the day before, was much smoother and softer to the touch than his first had been.
 
 His original ball sack, along with his second, smooth, regrown cock skin, which had both been removed the previous day, were currently in the process of being transformed from mere skin into sturdy leather. The local tanner had paled when Orchid had explained what she wished done with the sections of bloody, freshly removed skin, and hastily dropped them, as if they had burned his fingers. His wife, however, had just rolled her eyes, taken up the bits of Krul-Zhvik's flesh, and assured the elven castratrix that she'd see to it that the job got done properly.
 
 "And, my goodness.." Orchid said a moment later, after handing off the latest bit of Krul-Zhvik's freshly harvested flesh to one of her companions. "Even his testicles seem to be completely healed!"
 
 "Yes, not a single trace of yesterday's incisions remain." she confirmed, as she twisted one of the enormous testicles before her back and forth, peering intently at it. "Remarkable.."
 
 "Well, I think that we need to persue this line of inquiry." Orchid stated, as she stood up from the hardwood round between Krul-Zhvik's legs. "Fillet, today is going to be your day. After you skin his cock, slice both it and his balls up for me, please."
 
 "Be.. thorough, won't you?" she emphasized, thoughtfully, as she regarded the dragon-kin's gigantic manhood before her. "Don't actually remove anything, just yet, but cause him severe damage. I'm curious to see if he'll be able to fully heal, from whatever you might inflict upon him, in just a single night."
 
 "Yes, Mistress!" Fillet replied, eagerly. "Thank you, Mistress!"
 
 Flame, however, looked a little put out. She didn't say anything, but gazed imploringly over at Orchid, her expression a little reproachful.
 
 "Oh, don't give me that look, Flame." Orchid laughed. "Don't fret.. You'll get your turn, I promise you."
 
 Apparently mollified, Flame took up position beside Fillet, in case the orc girl required any assistance in her efforts, and Orchid settled herself back into her chair once again, to observe and occassionally offer up advice.
 
 Krul-Zhvik, it seemed, had decided on a policy of silence. He had apparently realized that issuing dire, but ultimately impotent, threats and commands to the women torturing him was not going to accomplish anything. He seemed determined, this day, to not utter so much as a single groan of agony or grunt of pain. He couldn't seem to help jerking in his retraints, however, once Fillet's knife touched him and began parting his flesh once again.
 
 His resolve was rapidly put to the test. After yet again stripping the skin from the giant dragon-kin's cock, Fillet began her slow, delicate, and careful knife work.
 
 She started at the base of the pole of raw, bloody flesh that was Krul-Zhvik's male member, and, as precisely as possible, scored a shallow cut straight down the length of it, all the way to the tip. Then, only a few degrees over from her first cut, she made a second such slice. And then, she made a third, and then a forth, and so on. It took her several dozen such razor straight slices to comletely encircle the massive cock, and, by the time she was finished, Krul-Zhvik was breathing heavily, panting hard in reaction to the pain, but still, still silent.
 
 His will broke, if only a little, when Fillet began her second turn around his cock. He issued a low, pained cry, almost a whimper, really, as the intently focused orc girl used her knife to systematically make every single shallow cut along his cock just a tiny bit deeper. And, by the time she was half way through her third pass around his shaft, her cuts now almost a half an inch deep, he was groaning in earnest.
 
 Fillet, over the course of an hour or so, cut her way, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch, all the way to the core of Krul-Zhvik's penis. By the end, the huge dragon-kin wasn't so much groaning as howling, his body shaking and trembling against his restraints, at the pain of having his cock reduced to thin fillets of meat, each still quite connected and very capable of sending agonized sensations to him.
 
 The petite green girl ceased her efforts just before her cuts would have met in the center, and sat back, tired but satisfied, to look at her work.
 
 "Oh, well done, dear!" Orchid commented a moment later, from her place standing behind Fillet, looking over her shoulder. "Lovely work. He looks like a round deck of cards."
 
 Fillet, grinning back up at her mistress, reached out and ran a thumb across the edges of the bloody, oozing cuts, riffling them as one would a stack of cards, which caused Krul-Zhvik to issue forth his loudest bellow of pain yet.
 
 "Are you going to do the same to his testicles?" Orchid inquired, curiously, as she looked at her protoge's handiwork.
 
 "Not quite, Mistress.." Fillet replied, happily. "I was thinking, rather than simple straight cuts for his balls, of doing spirals!"
 
 Krul-Zhvik's howls of pain became shrieks of agony, as Fillet made good on her word. His huge testicles, which, as noted before, were each at least a big as a large man's clenched fist, were, over the course of yet another hour, reduced to something that looked very much like spiral cut ham. The lines of the long, deep, spiraling cuts that wended their way, from top to bottom, over and over around each gonad were precise, regular, artistic, and almost beautiful.
 
 "Yes, quite excellent, indeed." Orchid said, approvingly, as she hefted one of the filleted testicles in one hand, while running the fingers of her other around and inside the slices that penetrated nearly all the way through it. "It will be very interesting to see if his body can manage to repair this much damage, and, if so, how quickly it can accomplish the task."
 
 "Well, I suppose that's about as much as we can do for today." Orchid stated, after casually dropping the heavily damaged gonad.
 
 The elven woman gave a little yawn, and then stood up on her toes, with her hands raised up, langourously streching her slim body out. If she heard the noises, which were very nearly sobs, coming from the owner of the cock and balls so thoroughly sliced to shreds behind her, she took no notice.
 
 "Tomorrow, provided our Meat has healed enough, we'll try something a little different, I think." she said, a grin coming to rest on her features. "So, if you would, Ted dear, could you please have someone bring up a few additional things for us?"
 
 "What.. What do you need?" Ted replied, gulping slightly.
 
 The man, who had, along with some of the other villagers, been observing Fillet's work for the entire afternoon, seemed a little green, for some reason.
 
 "A brazier." Orchid replied, her grin growing a bit wicked. "And charcoal. A LOT of charcoal."
 
 Flame looked up, her expression hopeful, at the sound of her mistress' words.
 
 "For tomorrow is going to be little Flame's day to play, I think." Orchid finished.
 
` Flame, her own smile growing to match that of Orchid's, licked her lips in anticipation.
 
6 - Day Four, Flame's Fun
 
 "Astonishing." Orchid said, her tone frank. "I can scarecely believe it."
 
 "Has he healed, Mistress?" Flame asked, her tone hopeful, excited. "Will I be able to play with him, today?"
 
 "Indeed he has, dear. Healed. Completely healed." Orchid replied, from where she was examining the raw, wet, skinless phallus and testes of Krul-Zhvik. "I thought that there might be some internal scarring visible on his cock or balls, once Fillet had removed his skin for us again, but he's flawless! Not a single mark remains from yesterday's cuts. Simply amazing."
 
 "And, yes, you may feel free to play." Orchid answered, smiling over at the tall human girl, who was standing next to the filled and lit brazier some of the villagers had dropped off the night before. "Same rules as yesterday: do as much damage as you like without actually removing or destroying anything completely, and be thorough."
 
 "Yes, Mistress!" Flame said, eagerly, as she reached for the insulated handle of one of instruments laying in the glowing coals of the brazier.
 
 "Do.. do you think whatever she does will make any difference?" Ted asked, a bit hesitantly, over the noise of Krul-Zhvik's first angry bellow of pain of the day, as Flame touched the cherry red, nearly molten tip of her hot steel tool to the skinless flesh of his cock head. "I mean, he healed all those cuts Fillet gave him in only a single night. I never would have thought it possible if I hadn't seen it for myself."
 
 "Oh, I think so." Orchid replied, as she eased back into a relaxed lounge in her chair, to watch her subordinate work. "Fillet's cuts were straight and clean, and would have been relatively easy for him to heal from, despite their number. He wasn't actually missing any tissue from his cock or balls, after all, so his body just had to reconnect and rejoin what was there."
 
 "Burns, on the other hand.." she mused. "Haven't you ever burned yourself, Ted, dear? A bad burn takes an awfully long time to mend, even with the help of a decent healer, and can leave frightful scars."
 
 "I think.." Orchid continued, as she watched Flame drag her implement across the writhing, jerking giant dragon-kin's male member, in seemingly random swoops and swirls. "..that if we want to take his manhood away from him forever, fire and burns are going to play a key part in the process."
 
 "..I see." Ted said, frowning a little, as Flame replaced her first tool, which had cooled considerably in just the few moments it had been in contact with Krul-Zhvik's raw flesh, and selected another, freshly glowing, from the fire.
 
 Flame worked meticulously, her brow furrowed in concentration, on Krul-Zhvik's cock. She took her time, clearly in no hurry, and, after nearly an hour of steady work, interrupted only by the regular swap of cooled steel for hot, and accompanied by the similarly regular pained moans and shouts of the owner of the cock she was torturing, she finished her work and stepped back, tired but happy, so that Orchid could inspect it.
 
 "Oh, my dear.." the older elven woman breathed, transported. "Did you do this for me? It's beautiful.."
 
 The 'this' in question was the surface of Krul-Zhvik's skinned cock. The burns Flame had inflicted were not random, but strategically and artfully placed, creating the impression of swirling and twining vines, complete with leaves and the occassional flower, all rendered in blackened, charred meat against a backdrop of bloody, raw male flesh.
 
 "You like it, Mistress?" Flame asked, her expression pleased and hopeful, as she regarded her teacher and friend.
 
 "Very much, Flame. Very much indeed." Orchid replied, approvingly, as she beamed a smile at the young human woman. "Are you going to continue on with his testicles, as well?"
 
 "Yes, Mistress." Flame said, nodding her head, even as she reached out to grasp one of the massive, hanging gonads. "I was thinking of making a little forest, with evergreens and maybe mountains behind them, like on a midwinter festival ornament."
 
 "That sounds delightful, dear." Orchid enthused. "Please, by all means, continue!"
 
 Flame was interrupted, however, just as she touched her hot steel to one of Krul-Zhvik's testicles, causing the flesh to sizzle and begin to burn. The giant dragon-kin bucked hard, screaming in agony, then, seemingly unable to help himself, shouted out the first words he had spoken in several days.
 
 "Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"
 
 The entire clearing quieted, and, at a raised, open hand from Orchid, Flame halted her efforts, and removed the glowing tool from contact with the gonad.
 
 "My dear little Meat.." Orchid said, as she stalked her way around to stand by Krul-Zhvik's head. "Did I just hear you correctly? Did you just beg?"
 
 Krul-Zhvik, whose body had been writhing and thrashing against his restraints, froze at her words.
 
 "You did, didn't you?" Orchid asked, rhetorically. "Well, that was a poor first attempt, I'm afraid. If you really want us to stop, you'll have to ask again, and in a much more polite manner."
 
 "Say, "Please.", Meat. Can you do that for me?" Orchid instructed the motionless dragon-kin.
 
 "Say, "Please." she repeated, her lips quirking up into a smug, knowing smirk, even as she bent down over his head to look him right in the eyes.
 
 A low sound started, deep in Krul-Zhvik's chest, which rapidly built until it burst forth from him.
 
 "rrrrRRRRRAAGHHH!" he screamed at her, absolutely berzerk with rage, as he began to buck and tear against his restraints harder than he ever had before.
 
 "Dear, dear.." Orchid mused, as she rubbed a finger against her ear, as if it pained her from the volume of noise it was suddenly being subjected to, as she turned from him and walked back around his staked down body to her chair. "I think our little Meat is angry at himself that he slipped a bit."
 
 The village men, those few who had retained the stomach to watch the three catratrixes do their work on Krul-Zhvik, all dashed for their sledges. Their fear was understandable, though probably needless, as the restraints, which had already been reinforced time and again, held fast, despite Krul-Zhvik's terrible wrath and best efforts to dislodge them.
 
 "Flame, dear, you may continue." Orchid said, as she retook her seat, ignoring the continuing bellows of outrage and fury echoing around the clearing, apparently completely at ease. "And, take your time, please. I'm really looking forward to seeing what your creativity comes up with!"
 
 --
 
 "Magnificent!" Orchid enthused, some time later, as she examined Flame's finished work. "My dear, I never knew you were such an artist!"
 
 "Well, I've never had a canvas large enough, before." the fair human girl replied, a bit bashfully, at the effusiveness of her mistress' praise.
 
 The surfaces of Krul-Zhvik's testicles, each of them, had been rendered into quaint little forest scenes, complete with trees, mountains in the background, and a little stream. The left even had a small pond, at the edge of which stood a delightfully detailed little stag.
 
 "You know, it's going to be a shame if these heal up completely by tomorrow.." sighed Orchid, as she turned each of Krul-Zhvik's artfully charred testicles this way and that, to take in every little detail upon them. "I don't know how you managed to fit everything onto these, and make them look so realistic, without any other colors but black. Just incredible!"
 
 "Was there anything else you wanted to do, before we call it a day?" Orchid finally asked, after she reluctantly took her eyes off of, and released, Krul-Zhvik's left gonad.
 
 "One more thing, Mistress." Flame said, nodding. "It won't take but a moment, though."
 
 Flame picked up another tool out of the coal of the brazier, one which she hadn't yet used on Krul-Zhvik's flesh that afternoon. 'Tool' was perhaps a bit generous of a description, though, as it really wasn't much more than a thick, long length of iron, practically just a stake.
 
 A nearly white hot stake, which she proceeded to drive, with casual surety and strength, directly down the center of Krul-Zhvik's cock. The glowing metal sizzled the flesh of his urethra, burning it, cooking it, then sticking to it and tearing it free, as the stake was shoved, inch by inch, down into the suddenly shrieking dragon-kin's manhood.
 
 The hot stake was long enough that it reached the base of his cock, though only barely. Flame left it there for several long moments, moments which must have seemed an eternity to the agonized owner of the urethra it was scorching, before whipping it back out of him, her arm a blur.
 
 Little shreds and gobbets of charred meat stuck to the now much cooler stake, still sizzling slightly, which Flame inspected briefly, before she casually dropped the implement back into the brazier.
 
 "Excellent." Orchid said, as she watched Flame finish her task. "I think that we've made real progress today, girls! Tomorrow should be interesting, indeed."
 
7 - Day Five, Orchid's Vivisection
 
 "Facinating.." Orchid mused, as she looked on as Fillet slowly peeled off the skin of Krul-Zhvik's cock.
 
 The giant dragon-kin's flesh had, from the outside, made a complete recovery from from the burns it had suffered the day before. Beneath his layer of freshly regrown skin, however, was a different story.
 
 The blackened, charred patterens of burnt flesh that Flame had artfully applied had been replaced with vivid scarlet scar tissue, which stood out in raised, hard ridges. The swirls and swoops of the vines and leaves were less defined than they had been, smeared and distorted from the efforts of Krul-Zhvik's body to repair the damage his cock had suffered.
 
 "It seems he was able to heal, but only incompletely.." Orchid mused, as she poked curiously at the slick, raw pole of male meat before her.
 
 If she heard the low, pained groans of protest uttered by the owner of said pole of meat, she took no notice.
 
 The surface of his testicles had similarly only partially recovered. The trees, water, and stag etched into them now blurred and indistinct scars, rather than the cleverly and beautifully rendered woodland scene they had been the day before.
 
 "Fillet, dear, I think I'm going to take a turn with the knife, today." Orchid said, as she hefted one of Krul-Zhvik's bare gonads thoughtfully. "I'd like to do a little exploration, to find if there are any other buried scars from our previous tests, hidden deeper in his flesh where we can't see them."
 
 "Of course, Mistress." Fillet agreed, as she handed over the small knife. "Shall I get a cutting board for you?"
 
 "Yes, please." Orchid answered. "And a small table to prop it up on, too."
 
 Soon enough Krul-Zhvik's cock was laying flat and level upon a wide, wooden cutting board, which rested upon a small table, which in turn rested upon the large round set between his legs.
 
 "Most interesting.." Orchid mused, as she began to slowly and skillfully disassemble the skinless cock laying before her.
 
 She used her little knife to slice long, shallow cuts along his length, which she then gradually deepened, carefully sectioning out his manhood into its component parts, while also taking great care to not actually sever anything from him completely.
 
 She separated and laid out the two large, spongy sections of erectil tissue that ran down the length of his cock