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Introduction: Part 15 Please read parts 1-14 to understand the story, especially before voting. The ropes dug into my skin as I fought against the pain lancing through my body. The man Mother had been with earlier had decided that he wanted me instead. He had given her enough promises of happily ever after that, for the first time, she agreed without hesitation, and he had torn the tender virgin tissue around my young butt when he shoved his penis into me. Mother had tied me to the bed after he asked her to, and he was taking full advantage of it. He pounded me mercilessly, causing me to scream and cry from the burning pain. By the time he emptied himself deep in my bowels, the hot, sticky cum, tinted pink, leaking out and dripping down my thighs, I was sobbing uncontrollably, and the only other sounds I heard were the mans grunts and curses and Mothers laugh, the one that drove icicles into my brain.
I relaxed for half a second when he finally pulled out, but tensed again when Mother said, How would you like to make his skin as red as you made his asshole?
The man chuckled, and, although my face was buried in the mattress, I well knew the sound of a belt being pulled from the loops on jeans. The man wasted no time in bringing the leather down on my butt. He was much stronger than Mother, and the red-hot agony that seared my entire body made me shriek and once again pull on the ropes. The tight nylon caused me to bleed from my wrists, my ankles, and my thighs. He was relentless, though, and as the blood began to flow, my screams continued…
My Lord! My Lord, wake up, please!
He struck out before he was completely awake, catching Kaneez across the cheek. She whimpered but continued to shake him in an attempt to wake him. He slowly came to himself, breathing heavily and harshly, and, once he was aware of his surroundings, he grabbed her wrists, squeezing tightly. He thrust her away from him and scrambled out of bed.
Dont fucking touch me! Dont touch me!
He stormed out of the room in the predawn darkness and slammed the door to the bathroom shut behind him before locking it and sliding down it to the floor. He started to shake, and he beat the back of his head against the door repeatedly until the pain of his headache drove out the remembered pain of what those men had done to him. Mother had started giving him to them when he was ten, and it had only stopped when he finally got the nerve to send Mother to Chernobog. The night before he had sacrificed her had been the turning point in their lives.
He shuddered as he recalled the two men who had pulverized and abused him for hours that night before he fought back against the one person who he could dominate. They had double teamed him with one in his mouth and one in his ass until he had passed out from the pain and lack of air. They had quickly roused him, though, and continued their torment until the wee hours of the morning, emptying themselves into him several times, beating him almost senseless in between fuckings. He had begged Mother to make them stop, but she had only grabbed his cock and furiously pumped it until he came unintentionally and unwillingly. He would never, ever forget what she had said to him as she wiped his cum across his face while the two men stroked themselves and coated his back and chest with their spunk.
See! You enjoy it, you sick little bastard! You are nothing but a fucking pervert! This is all you are good for! To give me and these fine gentlemen the pleasure of your pain! With that, the larger of the two men had rammed his cock back in his ass, fucking him brutally until he had passed out once again.
My Lord? A tentative knock sounded on the door. Is My Lord okay?
He grunted irritably, pissed at himself for dreaming again, and pushed himself off the floor. He ripped the bandages off his left hand, turned on the shower, and stepped in. The water was blissfully hot, and it quickly turned his skin redas red as the mans belt in his dream but without the black and blue and green of the bruises he had left behind and without the agonizing pain. The knock didnt come again, and he rested his hands on the tile and bowed his head between his arms. The water streamed over his back, and he slowly replaced his nighttime memories with the memory of the bitchs punishment. He carefully flexed his left hand and sucked in a harsh breath as a pounding ache filled his hand from fingertips to wrist. At least the pain was staying in his hand now instead of inundating his entire arm.
After turning off the water, he stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and flung the door open. Kaneez was kneeling on the other side, and her head must have been on the door because she fell into the bathroom face first. He ignored her and strode out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He was about to head to the basement when he froze at the hand on his arm. He spun toward his mate while taking a step backward.
I said dont fucking touch me! he growled. Can no one in this house do what they are told?
She dropped to her knees and hung her head. Kaneez is sorry, My Lord, she sobbed.
I dont give a shit how sorry you are! Just leave me alone!
Yes, Ahriman, she whispered, and he stalked down the basement stairs. At the bottom, he punched in the code for the bitches room and flicked on the light.
Giolla was asleep on her cot in the corner, and the bitch was curled up in a fetal position next to the cot. He had told Giolla to ignore the other bitch, and it seemed that she had done so and more, for Giolla had all the bedding with her, and the disobedient one was shivering with cold on the concrete floor. He took one step toward them when a voice boomed in his head, and he dropped to his knees, arms wide, eyes closed, and head thrown back.
GIVE ME HER BLOOD, AHRIMAN! GIVE ME HER SOUL! GIVE ME THE LIFE OF THE BITCH WHO HURT YOU! MAKE HER HURT AS MUCH AS YOU DO! MAKE HER BEG FOR MERCY AND THEN SHOW HER NONE!
They were the exact same words Chernobog had said to him the day he gave Mother eternal life, the words that had started him on this path, and he knew that it was time for the bitch to die. Very slowly and extremely painfully.
The voice stopped, and he got to his feet. The two bitches hadnt even noticed that he was in the room, but that would change immediately. He crossed the room and studied the bitch on the floor. He was looking for some sign of what might have broken the day before, but he saw nothing obvious. He would find it, though, and the bitch would pay for hurting him. He would bleed her slowly as he hurt her in ways she never thought possible. Grabbing her by the hair, he hauled her to her feet, and, as she screamed herself awake, he dragged her to the chain by the sink. When he tied her wrists together, he knew that she had at least sprained her wrist. He suspected it was broken, though, or perhaps fractured. Her screams continued as he secured her in the same position she had been in the day before with an added waist chain to prevent her from twisting her body away from him.
Giolla had woken up, and upon seeing him, she instantly slid off her cot and knelt on the floor, her hands behind her, head down, and eyes on the floor. He barely noticed her, although he fully intended on using her body for his own pleasures later. Instead, he glared at the bitch, and she closed her eyes against the fury on his face. He was having none of that, however, and he slapped her across the face hard enough to leave an imprint of his palm on her cheek.
Open your fucking eyes, bitch! If you shut them again, Ill cut your eyelids off!
Her eyes snapped open, and he almost groaned at the fear blazing out of them.
Chernobog has spoken, he said in a voice as cold and deadly as one might expect to hear from hells denizens themselves. A whimper came from the direction of Giolla, but he ignored her. You are to be sacrificed to him. He held up his left hand and showed the bitch his red, swollen fingers. He slowly rotated them as he stared into her eyes. He told me to make you hurt first, though, and it will be a very, very long time before you die to live again in his glory.
Youre insane, she whispered brokenly and started crying.
She speaks without permission, he growled, but then he grinned cruelly, and he saw her eyelids twitch as she forced them to stay open. You may be right, he conceded, but it doesnt matter. When Chernobog demands a soul, he gets one, and he told me he wants yours. But first he wants your blood and your pain. Since you are not a whore with a black soul, you will not receive the same consideration at the end that they did. She groaned and closed her eyes, and he grinned. He walked around her and looked over at the cot. Giolla was no longer kneeling, she was crumpled onto the floor, arms wrapped around her knees and shaking almost as if she was having a seizure.
Giolla!
Her head snapped up, and she scrambled up to her knees, but the shaking continued.
Get your ass over here!
She jumped to her feet and ran to him, dropping back down to her knees at his feet. She still trembled violently, and he snarled at her before grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to face him, her back against the bitchs legs.
I intend to fuck you many times before this bitch dies, Giolla. I suggest you prepare yourself as best you can. If you disappoint me or fail me, you will join her in her fate. Chernobog will gladly accept two souls instead of only one.
Giolla nodded frantically, and he walked to the shelf by the sink. First, he painstakingly rebandaged his left hand, each finger separately, with waterproof bandages. Then he took several implements down and put them on the wheeled table. He was already half-hard with just the anticipation of what was coming, and when he moved back in front of the bitch, he said to Giolla, Your mouth, my cock, now! Dont touch me with anything but your mouth! Swallow every fucking drop of my cum or suffer the eternal consequences. And no fucking teeth!
She immediately stretched her mouth open and managed to get his cock inside without using her hands. She clasped those behind her back. Her head started moving on him, and he had to admit, however grudgingly, that her cock-sucking had improved slightly, but he wasnt even close to climaxing yet. Hopefully, the strung-up bitchs screams and blood changed that quickly.
He took the scalpel from the table and held it up in front of the bitchs face. Her eyes went wide with terror, but he had already decided that she would be watching every single thing he did until, quite possibly, she went blind. He held the small knife against the bottom of her right eye with his left hand and said, Since I cant trust you to keep your eyes open, Ive decided to cut them off. I have to make sure you dont struggle too much, though. Id hate to blind you inadvertently. He set the scalpel down and picked up two pieces of rope. With one, he secured her hair to the chain as he had when he yanked her teeth out, and he wrapped the other tightly around her neck before tying it around her arms. In order to move her head, she would have to move her arms, too, and the way she was strapped down, that would not be easy.
Giollas motions had intensified, but it wasnt until he inserted the knife into the corner of the bitchs left eye and slowly and carefully drew it through the skin of her lower eyelid that he felt himself harden. The bitch screamed, naturally, and the combination of that and the blood that flowed down her cheek excited him immensely. When he finished with the lower eyelid, he moved to the upper and sliced that off as well. He breathed deeply of the coppery scent of the life-giving liquid covering her left cheek and dripping down onto Giolla and his now-rigid cock. He swiftly repeated the process with the bitchs right eye, and when her screams filled his ears and brain, he dropped the knife on the table and the eyelids on the floor, grabbed Giollas head, and forcefully slammed his cock into her throat. He stared into the bitchs uncloseable eyes as he thrust his hips back and forth, pounding into Giollas mouth balls deep every time. The cunt on her knees in front of him gagged and gasped for what little breath he gave her, but the only way he would focus on her was if she puked on him. Instead, he watched the bitch as she screamed and thrashed in her bonds.
Finally, he felt his balls tighten, and he held himself deep in Giollas throat, completely denying her air, and growling out, Every fucking drop! as he sent stream after stream of hot spunk into her stomach. He was deep enough in her throat that there wasnt even a chance that any would come out her nose or the corners of her mouth, and he held himself there until he felt her sway, about to pass out. He pulled out and slapped her hard, his bloody hands leaving smears across her cheek.
Dont you dare pass out on me, cunt! he snarled, and Giolla blinked madly in an attempt to stay awake. He was only mildly disappointed when she managed to do so.
He picked up the scalpel again and twirled it in his fingers as he watched it. Blood and pain, Chernobog said. I thought perhaps skinning you alive would give him both in abundance. He looked at the bitch, and she was sobbing and trying to shake her head. He grinned at her again and nodded. Oh, yes, bitch. You hurt me just like Mother and those men did, and now I will hurt you.
He heard Giolla gasp, and he looked down at her. She had tears dripping down her cheeks, but he didnt quite understand why, so he turned his attention back to the bitch. Now then, he said musingly, where to start. He placed the blade against the bitchs throat. With a deer, so I have learned, you start at the neck and work your way down. I think well try that. Perhaps you will go to Chernobog before I finish, but he will get your blood and pain first, and that is what is important. Giolla, move back to your cot. I want you on the edge of it with your chest down and your ass in the air.
Without delay, Giolla scrambled to do his bidding. He knew he would need to fuck her again soon, and he wanted as little interruption as possible. When he saw Giolla was ready for whatever he decided to do to her, he focused on the bitch. His hands were as steady as a surgeons as he drew the blade around her neck, creating a thin red line from front to back to front again. She screamed, and he felt his cock twitch already. Then he ran the small knife along the tops of her arms, up to her wrists, around them, and back down the underside, being extremely careful not to cut too deeply. The cuts were barely more than scratches, and her blood only welled up in small drops. That would change quickly. Once he reached her underarms, he continued down her ribs and hips, thighs, and legs. When he reached her ankles, he traced a red line around them and moved up the insides of her legs. When he reached her cunt, he simply caused the line to end at her snatch on either side. Then he stood up.
The bitchs screams were now nonstop, and it was even more beautiful that she couldnt close her eyes against the pain. He was getting hard again, but he wasnt quite there yet, so he took the scalpel and inserted it underneath her skin where the line around her right wrist intersected with the ones running down her arm. He carefully slid it along the line he had created, using his undoubtedly macabre knowledge of the human body to remove just the epidermis. The nerve endings of the dermis were slowly exposed to the air, and the bitchs screams increased tenfold while he slowly peeled her skin down toward her armpit, slicing as he went. When he finished skinning her arm, front and back, she was unconscious, her eyes rolled up in her head, and he was throbbing.
He put the scalpel on the table and strode to Giolla, who hadnt moved an inch. His hands were covered with the bitchs blood, but he simply grabbed Giollas hips and slammed into her cunt. She cried out, but he paid no attention to her and battered her pussy without mercy, relishing the feeling of his tip slamming into her cervix with every thrust. It only took minutes before he exploded into her, and then he pulled out roughly, walked back to the bitch, and picked up the scalpel again with his right hand. With his left, he took a packet of smelling salts and broke it under her nose.
She jerked awake and instantly started screaming again. He sucked in a deep breath and started skinning the bitchs other arm. When he was finished, he stepped back and took in his masterpiece, as he was beginning to think of it. Two long strips of flesh hung down the bitchs chest and another two down her back. The oozing, red muscle of her arms was a work of art, and he suddenly wondered why he had never thought of this before. It was amazing, and the screams only intensified the feeling of godhood that flowed through him. Never before had he felt so completely invincible.
He stepped close to the bitch and once again started the flaying process, this time starting at her neck and peeling the skin, ever so slowly, down toward her chest. He stopped at her breasts and stared, fascinated, at the muscles of her chest. They moved rapidly as she screamed and sobbed and gasped for breath, and he quickly continued stripping the bitch of her skin, carefully removing it from her breasts and her ribs and her abdomen before dragging it over her hips and down her legs. He revived her twice before he reached her ankles, but when he made the final cut to separate the front of her skin from her body, she was wide awake and screeching at the top of her lungs.
He carefully placed the skin on the floor away from him, laying it out as if she were lying on her back. He stared at it for a long moment and then knelt next to it and caressed the flat breasts and clit. Then he stood up and moved in front of the bitch. He raised his bloody hand to her face and grasped her cheeks between his fingers.
Half down, half to go, he chuckled, and she screamed even louder. He hadnt thought that was even possible.
He spent the next hour or so peeling the skin from her back, ass, and legs, gently laying that skin next to the other on the floor when it finally detached from her body. Amazingly enough, although the screams had stopped quite a while ago, the bitch was still alive. Unconscious, but alive. He again watched her muscles move as she breathed, utterly captivated by the motion of the red, bleeding tissue. He giggled deliriously when he looked at her hands and feet and head. It looked as if she was wearing mittens and socks and a bizarre combination of mask and hat.
He himself was covered with blood, and he absentmindedly wiped his hands on his chest, but all he managed to do was smear the crimson liquid. He felt light-headed from the scent of the blood and the adrenaline flowing through his body, but he grabbed his cock and started violently stroking it until it was again hard. Then he moved behind Giolla and, without any warning, slammed into her ass with one brutal shove. She screamed and tensed, which only increased his pleasure, and he began fucking her ferociously, grunting and groaning as he watched his blood-covered cock appear and disappear between them. She continued to scream, and he continued to fuck her, and then he shoved four fingers into her cunt, stretching her wide. She shrieked, but he simply added his thumb and pushed with all his might until his fist was inside her. The pressure against his cock was incredible, and he pounded her ass, tearing into her with all his might. When he finally came, he felt like he was about to pass out, it was so incredibly intense.
He pulled out of Giolla and dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and rested his head on her back. She was whimpering, and, as the euphoria diminished, he realized that she was almost as bloody as he was. He sat back on his ass, his feet on the floor, and pulled her off the cot in between his legs. His arms tightened around her, and his hands drifted up to her breasts. He gripped them tightly, pinching her nipples and twisting them until she screamed again and dropped her head back onto his shoulder.
Are you in pain, my pet? he asked her, his gentle voice at odds with his torturous fingers.
She nodded against him, and he let go of her nipples.
You have once again pleased me immensely, my pet, so I offer you this. Would you like me to make you feel good? I can, you know.
She looked confused, so he flattened his hands and rubbed circles over her breasts with his palms. She gasped, and he grinned as he felt her nipples harden beneath his hands.
Yes or no, Giolla? Shall I give you the most amazing orgasm of your young life, or shall I leave you alone? Your choice.
Her hands trembled, and she raised them halfway to his before stopping with them hovering in the air.
Say nothing, my pet. Use your hands to tell me what you want.
She slowly closed the distance between their hands and covered his with hers. He thought for a moment she would pull his away, but instead, she squeezed lightly. He chuckled and dipped his head to whisper in her ear, Ill take that as a yes.
Hed had enough practice with Kaneez to know how to make Giolla climax without causing her pain, although he would get nothing out of it himself. That was fine, though. He was in an excellent mood, and he felt that Giolla had earned some pleasure. He was sated, Chernobog was almost satisfiedthe bitch just had to die nowand Giolla had truly pleased him. He kept one hand on her breasts, gently flicking her nipples one after the other, and trailed his fingers down her belly to her clit. It was still swollen from his prior abuse, but this time, he grasped it between his thumb and finger and slowly rolled it around. The groan that came from his pet was exquisite, and she started trembling again. When he slid his other three fingers into her cunt and began slowly pumping them in and out of her, she dropped her hands to his thighs and clutched him.
Dont bruise me, my pet, he said in her ear, trailing his tongue around the outside of it.
She instantly loosened her grip, and he continued finger fucking her and alternating between tweaking her nipples and cupping her breasts while firmly but tenderly kneading them. It didnt take long before he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, and he gently nipped her earlobe.
Cum for me, Giolla! Give me your pleasure instead of your pain!
As if his words truly commanded her body, she rose to the top of her climax with a shudder and fell over the edge with a squeal. Her juices flooded his hand, but he continued his motions. He moved his index finger inside her and used his thumb to circle her clit.
Another, my pet. Give me another.
He made his fingers into a point and fucked her with them until she once again clamped down on them, and this time, as her orgasm flowed through her, she screamed in ecstasy. He kept his fingers in motion, even when she stopped spasming.
A third, Giolla? Shall I make you cum a third time? Shall I make you cum until you pass out from pleasure? I can, and it would be like nothing else you have ever felt before.
Her head had fallen onto his shoulder, and she shook it wearily, her eyes closed. He laughed softly and stopped his motions. When his fingers slid from her sopping cunt, she slowly turned around and knelt between his feet. Then, to his total shock, she took his right hand, the one that had been buried in her cunt, in both of hers and planted a kiss on the back of it. She backed up and stretched out flat on the floor and started placing kisses on his bloody feet, alternating between both of them until he stood up and pulled her to her feet.
Enough. It is time to get cleaned up.
She nodded and glanced at the mass of muscle and tendons and blood hanging from the ceiling before turning back to him with fear in her eyes.
Are you scared of that, my pet?
She nodded, tears forming in her eyes, and he decided that he could help her out. He put his hands on her shoulders.
Stay here for a moment. At her nod, he picked up the skins on the floor and carried them to the ritual room. He hung them up on one of the hooks that normally held whores and went back to Giollas room. He undid all of the bitches ropes except the one around her wrists and took her down from the hook He slung her over his shoulder, regretting the fact that she was not awake to feel the excruciating pain she would have been feeling at that moment. He hung her up on the empty hook and then went back to the other room.
He rinsed his hands in the sink and then said, Come here, my pet. Giolla slowly walked toward him. He hooked up the hose and turned on the warm water before moving her under the flow. He joined her and raised his face to the water as it slowly but inexorably washed the blood from their bodies down the drain. He took the soap from the sink, and scrubbed her clean before doing the same for himself. They stayed under the stream until only clear, clean water was pooling on the floor. Then he turned toward the door.
He stopped when he felt hands around his ankle. He looked down and saw Giolla, once again on her face, holding onto him as if her life depended on it. He was confused until she raised a tear-streaked face to him and he saw the terror on her face.
Youre still scared. Of the room, he said. It was not a question. She nodded miserably, and he drew her to her feet. You may come with me, then.
She smiled brightly through her tears and followed him out of the room. When they reached the main level, he was surprised to see Kaneez sitting on the stairs leading to the upper level. She looked as if she had been there a while, and he asked, Have you been there this whole time?
Yes, Ahriman. Kaneez was very worried about My Lord. Can Kaneez ask if My Lord is okay?
You may ask, my mate, and I will even answer. I am fine, although I cant say the same for the bitch who hurt me. She will not live much longer, Im sure, and I cant bring myself to care one whit. Now, I am tired, and so is Giolla. We are going to sleep. You may join us if you wish. He looked at the living room windows and noticed that the light of dawn was just barely beginning to seep into the house. I will tell you, however, that if Samil or either of you wakes me, you both will pay dearly. I want to sleep until I wake up on my own. Do you both understand?
Giolla nodded, and Kaneez said, Yes, Ahriman.
He headed up the stairs, and his two slaves followed him without a sound. When he reached the bedroom, he dropped to his knees by the bed and spread his arms wide before dropping his head respectfully. Kaneez and Giolla joined him.
Chernobog, he said, dark god and master of my soul, I have done as you said. The bitches who hurt me are now in pain themselvesone with you and the other to join you soon. Keep your protection on this house and all faithful followers within. Protect my son until he is old enough to learn the ways of your worship. All this he said aloud, but then he thought: And please keep the dreams away. Please, my dark god. No more dreams.
He stood up, pulled a folded blanket from the bottom of the bed, and handed it to Giolla.
You may sleep on the floor, my pet, by the foot of the bed.
She smiled at him again, wrapped herself in the blanket, and lay down on the plush carpet. She was almost instantly asleep. He climbed into bed, and Kaneez slid in next to him. He usually kept her at arms-length at night, but this time, he gathered her to himself and laid her head on his chest.
Help me keep the dreams away, Kaneez. Please, he whispered, and she nodded against him. He felt a wetness on his chest, and she caught her breath as she settled into his arms. No one had ever cried for him before these two, and he didnt know how he felt about that, but when Kaneezs arms went around him and held him tightly, he knew that he would never let either one of them go.
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