Oh god! You're looking at a liontaur! Okay, well, that's it, you're as good as dead now! No story exists where someone escapes from a liontaur.
"My name is Rank, and it's time for me to exploit, humiliate, and kill you!
"Hmm, but perhaps... You have what it takes to pass the test! Let us see..." Rank puts his paw on your face, letting you know that he's appropriately named, then he slides his foot down your face until just his toe is on your mouth at a 65 degree angle. "Go on."
Christ, even his toe is heavy... You're not sure what he wants...
Rank says, in a lower voice, "go on."
You do the only thing you can, stick out your tongue... it rakes up Rank's toe... Ugh, you want to throw up! It's even worse than his paw! High above you, you see that Rank has his head back, his mouth open, and his tongue hanging out. You can tell he breathes out in pleasure because of the steam escaping his mouth (Evidently, even the steam doesn't want to be in his mouth!) As your eyes descend down his body, you notice that his member "peeks" out of its sheath.
Rank lifts his toe to rest at a 75 degree angle. "Keep going."
You don't know what else to do, even though it'll make you sick. You stick out your tongue again, this time, it rakes at the base of the claw. There's no sound you could make to correctly describe the level of disgust you feel at this.
Rank then lifts his toe off your face, proper, and hangs it in the air in front of your face. "Open."
Your mind screams refusal, but it's your eyes that get you to cooperate. Seeing his massive body, you couldn't escape, and if he caught you, he could probably stomp you six feet under, at least. So, with tears in your eyes, you open your mouth, and close your eyes tight to grit through the unpleasantness.
As expected, Rank inserts his toe into your mouth. His other toes are flexing against your cheek. He exhales slowly again. After about two minutes of doing this, he removes his toe and says "Impressive! You might prove to be a worthy slave! I might keep you to service my tired feet after a tiring day, would you like that?"
You breath out, "...Yes..."
Rank puts on a smirk, and places his awful paw over your face again, and says "... Too bad you're one out of a surplus!" He then begins stomping your body... After the first few drops of blood fly out, he smiles. He continues stomping you for 15 more seconds, then Rank puts his paw over your head, and rests it on it. He then bounces on it.
You feel as if your head is deflating and inflating as he does this, almost like a water balloon when it's squeezed. You take a moment, through the blinding pain, to look up the taurs body, to look up through two of the toes to see, with horror, that his member has come out of the sheath, and is growing. That sick pervert!! This isn't some ritualistic thing that he has to do! He's actually getting pleasure out of killing you!!
Rank keeps bouncing up and down on your head until it begins creaking. Shortly after, your scalp blows out, as well as your brain.
Rank once again exhales, and begins rubbing his cock. It didn't take long after the previous simulations for him to orgasm. Lots of ejaculate landed on your corpse. Rank shudders with pleasure. After the moment of blissful paralysis, he walks off to find another victim... he's not spent, yet! And he still has a whole catalog of interesting was to get rid of people.
He finds...
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