Title: Eternity in Torture
Started: September 17, 2003
Finished: September 17, 2003
Prologue: The Explanation to Eternity in Torture
�Get the hell off of me!� The jaded boy yowled in the empty white woods. Evil laughter floated upon the breeze as cold, merciless blue eyes stared down at him. Anyone who would have walked into the clearing would have thought the two to be lovers. Long black hair caressed the back of the white clothed man on top
of Maxwell, who was on the ground, with a sword through his stomach. His warm black blood bubbled out from his silky skin like a velvet geyser. Moaning in pain, he clenched his teeth tightly as he glared at the man who had just beaten him only a few moments previous. Augusts McClain, Head Mage of IceFrost was his
royal title and he most certainly lived up to it. The entire clearing had been covered with his ice spells and a chill hung in the air like mist on an October morning. Maxwell grunted from underneath the man, his bloody hands upon the clean shirt as he attempted to push him away.
�Get the hell off OF ME!� He shrieked as his cat eyes glared hatefully into Augustus. The man merely smiled knowingly as he leaned in closer to Maxwell�s pale face. Running a juicy tongue over those pale lips, Augustus moaned lowly in his throat. The boy�s eyes widened as his body immediately stiffened at the
sensation.
�What was that deal we had again?� A deep, British accent rang into the boy�s soft ears, �Whoever lost would be the other�s servant� Is not that correct? And, if I am correct�� A feral grin with white glistening teeth accompanied the last of his words for that day, �You have lost my beautiful slave��
Chapter One: Velvet Madness
Blood. Torture. Cum. Pain. Screaming. Moaning. Whispers of �beautiful� and "disgusting� intertwined into one weaving web of anguish. Over and over this happened to him� Never did he get used to it though. Each time Augustus came into the black velvet bedroom, Maxwell knew an entire night of pained rape would ensure, with Mozart or Beethoven to accompany them. He had resolved to always fight the large man, but that resolve was waning as the ice mage played with Maxwell, the nights becoming even sicker and more twisted than the last.
�FUCKING STOP IT! IT HURTS, DAMNIT! JUST FUCKING STOP!� Maxwell screamed in disgust as Augustus whipped his toy, increasing the dark marks upon the boy�s back. Sneering with his trademark feral smile, he sauntered over to the chained boy, running a hand through the wet, honey brown hair as he licked Maxwell�s bloody lips. His slave�s wrists were chained above his head as he stood, naked, while scented oil slowly dripped onto his body. Feeling the fingers pressing against his fresh wounds, Maxwell twisted in the chains, screaming for him to stop, to let him go, to just give his sick fantasies a fucking rest and to leave him alone. Of course, the black haired mage never dreamt of doing such. Sighing contently, he kissed Maxwell�s wet lips before slowly pulling away.
�Now� Let us make you a bit tender for some delicious pleasure, shall we?� He huskily spoke as he pulled a lighter from the loose white pants he wore. Maxwell�s jaded cat eyes widened as the fire sprouted from the small device.
Chapter Two: Pillow Talk
Mozart flooded the silent room, bathing the two naked figures in the silk laden bed with soft melody. Augusts embraced the trembling Maxwell close to his chest, his fingers lightly playing with the bruised lips. Kissing the hair softly, the man took this time to reflect. Maxwell had been screaming for about five months now� Five delicious months of ecstasy and pleasure. Plenty of scars had been left upon the boy, mostly on his back but also in his head. None of this mattered much to the ice mage. As long as his slave�s face was sinfully perfect, save for the diagonal scar gracing his left cheek, he was satisfied. His long fingers trailed from the lips to the tip of the scar, tracing gently upwards to an open eye. Smiling, Augusts leaned towards his ear, nipping it until a small
amount of bitter blood eased itself out. Licking it up, he sighed contently.
�Are you still awake, my exquisite toy?� His voice breathed upon the bruised skin. Maxwell shuddered and faintly tried to pull away. Chuckling, Augustus turned him to his back, whereas the boy hissed in pain as his fresh cuts made contact with the soft covers. Straddling him, the ice mage met the bruised lips with his own in a gentle embrace.
Maxwell�s eyes opened halfway, confused as to this sudden change. Gentle embracing, gentle words, gentle touching� Gentle rape� None of this made sense to him. Had the icefrost leader suddenly gone soft? Closing his eyes, he decided to enjoy this moment of placid stroking. The large warm hands surveyed his body
with ease, tracing his hips, then his sides before trailing down to the wrists. Their lips parted as Augustus turned his head and nuzzled with Maxwell�s right wrist. No smile enhanced the oriental qualities of the mage as his ice blue eyes opened to stare at the lithe body underneath him. Maxwell opened his eyes again, only to see Augustus staring at him. Feeling a bit unnerved, he turned his head away to the left, his honey brown hair concealing his features. Prying fingers soothingly removed the barrier before caressing the bruised face gently.
�You truly are beautiful�� Leaning in Augustus gently kissed Maxwell�s cheek before moving to the lips. The boy underneath merely closed his eyes, allowing the man's gentle carressing to continue. Not that he was complaining; This was much better than being whipped or thrown into broken glass. Augutus's lips
traced the contures of Maxwell's delicate neck. Shivers ran up his spine as a surprised moan lifted from his chest. The mage smiled as he kissed the neck again. Maxwell sighed, his fingers twitching as the same shivers raced around his body.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" The mage chuckled as he kissed the bruises on Maxwell's collarbone. The boy said nothing as he closed his eyes, rather disturbed that he was enjoying this. Augustus's hands carressed his soft skin as he pressed the palm of his hand against Maxwell's limp crotch. The boy started, his eyes flashing open as he twitched uncomfortably. The mage laughed as he locked his lips with his slave's, grinding into his crotch slowly.
"Mmmm..." He moaned as he licked the lips, "Truly delicious..." He whispered as he ran a hand through the honey brown locks. Maxwell tensed as he felt a throbbing muscle against his inner thighs and turned away, wimpering. The mage placed a gentle hand upon the ravaged shoulder as he rolled the boy onto his stomach.
"Shhh... It won't hurt, I promise." He breathed, carressing Maxwell's back with his tongue and hands. Placing his thick member against Maxwell, he slowly entered, a low moan escaping his lips. The boy tensed from underneath, biting his lip in pain as his hands clentched the pillows. The mage leaned down and nibbled the back of the boy's neck, gently coaxing himself in before beginning to thrust at a fast pace yet keeping his delicate touch. Not too sure as to scream in pain or just remain silent, Maxwell stared at the pillow casing as he was gently violated. Swallowing loudly, he groaned in pain before slumping against the sheets. Might as well put up with it...
Chapter Three: Yet Another Uneventful Night
Screams sang with Pavarotti as the bed rocked back and forth violently. Heaving, thrusting, Maxwell couldn�t take it anymore and opened his mouth to acknowledge his rapist to the fact yet again. Sweat, blood, tears and cum consumed the sheets as a long, drawn out moan emptied itself and Augustus lay, wasted, on top of Maxwell�s quivering back. The boy refused to stop screaming though, which irritated the mage. Sitting up, he reached over to his nightstand and grasped a small, pencil like device with his wet fingers. Grinning that feral grin of his, he shoved the sharp end between Maxwell�s delicate shoulder blades and pressed a button at the end of it. Maxwell�s screaming died immediately as his pupils slid into small slits and his mouth was left hanging open. Augustus grinned and turned him over, fingering the boy�s mouth and fangs.
�Now that you have thankfully become quiet, I have a present for you.� Getting up after wiping himself clean with the cleanest parts of the sheets, he walked into the bathroom before bringing out a rather large, live rat. Walking over to the bed, he forced Maxwell to sit up against the pillows. Waving the rat in front of the boy�s eyes, he laughed as he placed the head into the wet mouth in front of him. Slowly, he forced the teeth to close over and severe the head from the rest of the white body. Red blood dribbled down upon Maxwell�s bare chest as Augustus hungrily licked the warm liquid from his pale lips. He could feel Maxwell try to move as he kissed him roughly, his left hand clutching the body of the twitching rat while the other gripped the back of his slave�s head. His muffled screams, wide eyes and thrashing body were tell-tale signs that he had regained movement of his body. He tried vainly to spit out the twitching, furry head in his mouth but was not successful. Tears streamed down his face as he felt the need to swallow.
�No, no oh please, no! Nononononononononononono�� His thoughts were frantic as the head came closer to the back of his throat, �No, I don�t want to swallow this, no PLEASE NO! AAAAAAAAAAH!� His head howled in revulsion as the head went slowly down his throat. Augustus pulled slowly away from the kiss, laughing as the red blood painted his lips. Maxwell gagged as his hands began to hit the man in front of him. After a few moments of his mouth opening and closing like a fish, he found his voice as he shrieked while tears fell uselessly.
�YOU SICK FUCK! YOU DISGUSTING, SICK FUCK! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU
IHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHA-� His head whipped to the side, soon followed by his body from a jaw crushing blow. Falling to the cold floor of the room, he curled into a small ball, coughing as he held his broken jaw tenderly. Trembling in complete disgust, he sobbed brokenly. Because of his species, anything that was
swallowed would be thrown up in mere minutes. At least that part was good. The bad part was that it was intensly painful and a lot of blood would be vomited as well.
Augustus had left the room and came back just in time to see Maxwell on his hands and knees, heaving as black blood dripped from his lips. Placing a wooden bowl underneath his mouth, Augustus watched as blood, brain matter and pieces of bone came out, the white hairs stained black. Maxwell coughed weakly a last time before sitting back, his hands tightly grasped about his abdomen. Kneeling next to his sex toy, Augustus pointed to the bowl.
�Drink it.� He said. Maxwell looked up at him, horrified. His hair was grabbed suddenly as Augustus shoved him face first into the bowl of mutilated rat pieces. Maxwell violently trembled as he tried to pull his head away from the disgusting contents.
�You will drink it or you will drown in it, my dear boy.� His voice was calm and placid, though it held a hint of excitement. After a pause in movement, Maxwell began to lick it up. By the time most of the bowl was finished, Augustus had let go of his hair and now sat back, his hand stroking Maxwell�s crotch while he kissed and nibbled the back of his neck. Maxwell chocked back a sob as he collapsed onto the floor, his hands hugging himself tightly as he tried to move away from the lustful grasp of the ice mage. Augustus leaned over him before
placing a rough kiss upon his collarbone.
�Now, get on your knees and do it again.�
Chapter Four: Ubelian
�So, your species is Ubelian? I never knew that.� Augustus said, surprised at this find. Maxwell numbly nodded from across the small table. On the spur of the moment, Augustus had decided to eat out with his slave. Thus, the two were nicely dressed and were currently at some fancy Italian restaurant with candlelight and wine. Augustus began to inquire Maxwell about everything; What species he was, how old he was� Everything down to what color he liked. Maxwell was actually about 48 years old, though he looked only 16. His species was
Ubelian (Only two existed, him and his �sister�) and he was color blind. Augustus found all of his immensely interesting and wished to pursue more. He couldn't quite explain it, but... This lithe, beautiufl boy in front of him became something more than just a good night of screaming sex. Every little thing about Maxwell grabbed at the mage's attention, including the miniscule detail of Maxwell's old friends. Augustus wanted to learn more, thirsted for more of his beloved... Unfortunately, he pursued a bit too much. After pressing an unwanted button, Maxwell became silent and brooding. So the two returned home.
Back at the house, in familiar surroundings, Augustus felt a string of lust again as he cornered his slave and began to gently bite at his neck and shoulder.Maxwell growled and shoved him away.
�I�m sick of this�� He said through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowed. Augustus smirked as he reached a hand out and stroked the hair.
�I am rather sorry, my beauty, but you have no choice�� He said, feeling in control. That is until pain infiltrated his entire being. Choking, he gasped as burgandy blood suddenly spilt from his neck. Staring at Maxwell in utter astonishment, he saw glistening claws� Claws glistening with HIS blood. Taking a step back, Augustus could only stare as Maxwell drew back his arm and quickly sliced the mutilated neck again and again and again with a soul jerking cry of anguish�
Epilogue: Kaiyn Lira
Kaiyn Lira, or rather Maxwell, walked down the street of the almost non existent town. Anavrin was a newly formed planet and so the small town (Known as Town) was only consisted of four buildings; A doctor�s office, a grocery, a mechanics shop and a bar. The place was rather popular for passing space ships to stop and land in, and so the town did relatively well. Kaiyn was coming back from visiting his friend Tyler at the mechanics shop. He had to go home to his other and closer friend Less (Who was Tyler�s wife) to see if she wanted to do something. Nowadays, Kaiyn�s life was simple and satisfactory. He had a loving boyfriend, fun friends and no more enemies other than himself. Looking down at his bandaged wrists, he could still feel the fresh cuts he had given himself from that afternoon. Though it was unhealthy, it gave him satisfaction knowing that no one else could hurt him but himself. Clouds covered the two suns as the shade beneath the large trees casted everything in an eerie way. The breeze picked up slightly and a familiar, haunting scent ravaged his nostrils. Stopping, he looked ahead to see a figure clothed in white with long black hair. His entire body became numb as words
floated over the breeze.
�Hello my beautiful slave.�
Dude... Don't even ask why I bothered with chapter labels...o_O?? Forever more and insane, Mai Lynn
