The morning sun shone down on the Stormsteps mountain road, The mist hung heavily over the area, blocking out most of the sun's rays and reducing visibility.
Far ahead of the rescue party caravan, the quite eerie chilling road suddenly rumbled by the sound of a desperate race underway. A dozen harpy screeches pierced through the stillness of the air, accompanying a lone figure running for his life. It appeared that he was surrounded by frenzied harpy wings and claws, inching ever closer with each passing second.
The lone figure was a burly man who looked scary and fierce. It was Ugly Don, the prisoner who decided to bolt out from the Imperial rescue party.
Panting heavily, Ugly Don was running for his life, desperate to outrun the relentlessly pursuing harpies. Each gasping breath felt like knives in his lungs and every step he took sent jolts of pain through his body, a broken reminder of the serious wounds that were adorning him.
He was dripping with blood and limping from a harpy's attack on his tendon muscle; he had underestimated their brutality. He had no choice but to keep running in the hope of reaching a safe haven from the harpies on the mountain. He knew of a place where he could find shelter and wished that he would get there soon.
All of his body had been cut and slashed, blood pouring from his wounds as he stumbled towards the caravansary. He knew it was just ahead of him on this road, so if he could keep a steady pace he prayed that he would reach it in less than half a day. With each step he was determined to survive, to make it just a bit further until he reached safety.
Caravansaries are places for travelers and merchants to rest and replenish their supplies. They can also be sites of shady activity such as bribery and illicit transactions. The Stormsteps caravansary was one of the many places that his former employer frequently spoke of in hushed tones within the Lyondyn underground society. It was a place where all sorts of people could meet, find respite, or conduct business without fear of repercussions.
Don recalled a time when he had seen a harpy in captivity. She was the most beautiful, graceful, and desirable creature he had ever witnessed - her sharp talons and somber claws were trimmed back, and she was chained to a large boulder. Though she could not speak clearly, she seemed to understand some of the common tongue. This harpy belonged to his former employer, the Shadowsong Syndicate; they had kept it locked away in one of their many underground venues throughout Lyondyn and only showed it to the attendees of the underground venue gathering.
while wyverns and eagles are the symbols of power and wealth in Median, Harpies, and mermaids are the symbol of power and wealth in Wessen underground society. They are grown men's toys and collectibles with eccentric taste. the owner might do many sexual acts with them.
Ugly Don knew he could snap the delicate creature's spine without effort, but these harpy predators that were hunting him down were something else entirely. Unchained from any burden, their claws and talons viciously sharpened, they flew in formation with a fierce strength that seemed to grow with each passing moment. He felt a chill of terror run through him as he realized just how dangerous these creatures really were.
It was already too late for him to realize that he made an ill-advised decision when he left the rescue party and chose to flee in order to save his own life, leading him here on the side of the mountains road.
Ugly Don kept running, desperation and terror intensifying with each step as he realized he was lost in the wilderness. Desperately he searched for a sign of a pathway, but there was none to be seen. The cackling harpy's cries echoed all around him as they guided him ever closer to his inevitable doom.
Ugly Don quickly grabbed a log of tree branches laid in front of him as the harpies circled around him.
"No! get away from me!" He brandished the log of a tree branch, wildly swinging at the menacing vile vultures. He was determined to fend them off at all costs, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as he fought to survive.
The harpies cackle and jeer wickedly at him. They took turns tormenting him like a toy doll in a festival, delighting in the poor man's struggle to survive.
for these vulgar vultures, nothing was more satisfying than to watch a strong burly man being tortured by creatures that seem weaker.
They had been attacking him together for some time. With every flailing fist and arduous swing of the log, he would receive more gashes and lacerations from the cackling harpy horde.
"Ahh!" Ugly Don let out a blood-curdling scream as one of the harpy's claws tore into his leg calf, causing him to stumble. His wound was deep and painful, making it hard for him to stay upright. He felt the warmth of the blood seeping from his leg wound.
As He fought off the harpies in the woods, He thought he saw the mountain road and felt relieved. Running towards it, He held onto the hope that there must be someone who could help him - this road was usually bustling with people and merchants going about their business.
Perhaps because he was being hunted by the harpies, or perhaps because of his own unawareness, he didn't notice anyone along the mountain path.
Although all he saw was emptiness now, He refused to let his hopes fade away just yet.
His feeble attempts to resist were futile as he was tripped up by a rock and landed on the side of the road. The harpy screeches echoed with mocking laughter at Ugly Don's pitiful attempt. Laying on his back, all he can do is look up helplessly into the sky and wait for what's coming for him.
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Lying down on the cold ground beside the winding mountain road, Ugly Don felt a sharp chill in the air and swirling mist. He wished someone would come and help, his own strength deserting him as the harpies walked closer. They strutted their wings arrogantly in sickening victory, coming at Ugly Don who was unable to mount any kind of resistance.
The harpies ripped up his pants unveiling his manhood as they surrounded him then they proceeded to hold him down by his limbs, one of the harpies grabbed his neck with its claws, and the other four buried their claws in both his hands and legs.
His huge meatshaft was exposed and the harpies took hold of his legs and immediately began to caress it, gently stimulating it until it grew harder. The other harpies giving him a slow deep cut all over his body with their alula claws on their wings.
Though they inflicted immense pain, enough not to take his life, they reveled in the torture of the burly prisoner. They took their time with him, sadistically extending every ounce of suffering.
"What are you waiting for?" Ugly Don asked the harpies, "Kill me already."
He begged the harpies to take his life, for he no longer had the strength to commit suicide himself. But all he received was a sick, mocking smirk in response.
Wub wub wub!
Not long after Ugly Don begged, a flutter was heard. It grew louder and more distinct until eventually, from the sky descended another group of harpies. However, this time another group of harpies had three unusual companions in tow.
These three harpies were almost completely naked, devoid of feathers, and each was carried by two others. They had an eerie presence about them as they flew, their strange feature setting them apart from the rest.
They were taking turns riding him in reverse cowgirl position while the other secured the man.
On another chance, this could've been heaven having group sex with beautiful maidens but this isn't, this is a living hell for him, hours of getting relentlessly hunted by the harpies as his body was lacerated by their talons.
An unmeasurable pain and hurt as they ripped him up in contrast to sheer joy and excitement in his meatcock like he never had before, their pussy bested every maiden and young girl he had raped in the capital city, Lyondyn.
"Guhk!" Ugly Don grunted when the three naked harpies were about to finish, two of them buried their talons deep into Ugly Don's belly, ripping it open from side to side as fresh blood burst and flooding the ground. they grabbed his intestines and pulled them out. The other harpies joined in and happily ate his guts out.
When they were done having sex with him, he was dragged to the middle of the road. He has no strength to stand up, and all of his muscles were cut by them to avoid him running away.
Ugly Don couldn't believe what just happened to him as he watched them eating his own flesh and innards, hearing them munching and pulling his intestine as if loose chain.
He felt unbearable pain he wished he die before he could see them eat him alive but his luck was not on his side this time. The harpies love to toy with their meal and give them some sort of fulfilling sense of excitement and satisfaction watching the face of their victim as they eat them alive.
One particular harpy shoved the other harpy for his innards. They were fighting over his intestines.
The harpies are picky eaters. They only eat tender meat so they usually leave out their prey half-eaten. even some of their victims were still alive when they just left them half-eaten after they filled their bellies.
This is Ugly Don's karma for what he did to all of his victims in the Lyondyn.
Vaguely his life flashed all over his eyes. All of his life moments flashed so fast he didn't remember any of them until They stopped at a specific moment.
One specific moment was when he sat quietly in a corner on the back balcony of Grand Paragon Amphitheatre, where commoners were expected to sit. Darkness enveloped him, but he took comfort in the shadows.
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