god6669182
Condemned
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The Sacrifice of Aeva
LukeBlanc
Executioner
Thank you @god6669182 ! Glad you liked it, next chapter coming soon!
LukeBlanc
Executioner
Thank you for your kind words @gerembeau!
sebastian
Magistrate
Great illustration and accompaniment to the story. Bravo!!!
LukeBlanc
Executioner
Thank you very much @sebastian!
LukeBlanc
Executioner
Chapter 13: Torn
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She kissed him again. She welcomed his body against hers, and the touch of his hardening clock on the sensitive skin between her legs. The burning in her loins and the light in her heart were merging as one, wrapping her insides and twisting her indescribable pain into the highest level of excitement she had ever known. She wanted to give everything to him now, her body and her soul. She was scared of course, and in pain, but deep down her entire being was longing for her King to take her and break her. She was His offering now, bound to the cruelest fate at his hands and that of the Gods.
King Silas kissed her back. With one hand, he guided the tip of his hard cock inside her torn opening. And with the other, he brought the tip of the metal claw against her skin, just below her shoulder. And he pressed both, entering the flesh between her legs and at the same time pushing the metal points through her skin. She let out a wail.
- “Aaaaaaaaah”
The King tilted his hips and slowly pushed his rock hard member inside her, all the while tracing down deep red lines across her upper chest. The sharp points of the claw left clear cuts into her skin following the motion of his hand until they reached the center of her chest, between the top of her breasts. Her wail turned into a moan of pain and pleasure as the blades sliced her skin and blood started to seep out of the four parallel cuts, down towards her breast.
- “Aaaaaoooooohhhhhhhhhh!”
Silas increased the power of his thrusts and led the tips of the blades down in between her bosoms slowly. He pushed to dig ever deeper, leaving deep lacerations on the skin of her chest. He dragged the instrument down until he reached the edge of her ribcage. He then lifted it, turned his hand around, and brought the tips of the claws, the curve up, just beneath the base of her right breast. She felt the points of metal push against her soft, sensitive flesh, which made her gasp, contract her muscles and spiked the pain in her tense joints.
- “Haaah! Uff, uff!”
But he did not push the blades in yet. With two fingers of his left hand, he traced back up the bleeding cut between her breasts, coating them with her blood. He brought the fingers to his mouth and tasted it, like a predator drinking the life of its prey. His eyes were now shining with a bloodlust not seen before on his face. His left hand traveled down to the side of her hip and he used the grip to slam his cock even harder inside of her. He completely disregarded the jerks on her painful joints. In his fervor, the claws had broken the skin of her breast, and a red fluid was slowly dripping along the two middle metallic spikes. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, her eyelids barely parted and her pupils turned high up. She was drinking up the mix of pleasure and pain, intoxicated by the repeated assaults on her sex, the cuts into her skin and the violent slams that were threatening to tear her distended joints.
“Haaarh! Haaarh! Haaarh! Haaarh!”
She screamed every time the King shoved his basin between her legs and assaulted her. It appeared her first lover had now embraced her nature and was taking a vicious pleasure ramming into her torn sex, and inflicting excruciating pain to her already over stretched limbs. She could feel the heat inside her loins increasing shock after shock, her mind bending the unbearable pain into a twisted, intoxicating, rising sexual pleasure. In a brief moment of lucidity, she locked her eyes onto his. He seized the moment and gave a nod to the warriors standing by at each of her side. He wanted her to know that he personally gave the signal for what was coming next.
She intuitively understood the horror of what would come next. She was for a short instant overrun by fear, but her profound nature prevailed and she let the wave of terror wash over her and whither away. Instead, she found herself closing her eyes and surrendering. She relaxed her muscles and opened herself as much as she could to the incredible ordeal that was about to be unleashed upon her.
Her first sensation was the cold metal of the four blades of the claw advancing inside her left breast. The pain was familiar at first, her last husband Sigur had time and again cut her skin and pushed the tip of his blade inside her in this manner. But soon, the metal rods reached deeper than she had ever been invaded. Silas had bent his wrists so the tip of the blades would dig as deep as possible, she tensed and shrieked as she felt the metal scraping against her pectoral muscle, beneath the lump of her soft flesh.
- “Eeeeiiiiiiiihhhhhhhrk”
She was shaking but it did nothing to prevent his assault. Soon, her cruel lover was pushing with all his strength, tearing her bosom up from the inside. The deep butchering of her flesh started to trigger a deep fear and against all reason even heightened her arousal. She raised her head and looked down on her flesh to see four white points poking under her skin, pushing up until to her horror, all four broke the skin and the reddened metal points emerged from her tortured breast. Even for her, this sight was overwhelming and it broke something in her.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
King Silas saw the panic in her eyes, and felt at the same time a series of contractions against his shaft, between her legs. He couldn’t know if she was shaking with pleasure or with pain. And as he understood her, she might not be able to understand the difference anymore. But even this extreme torture could not have prepared her for what was coming next. Soon she tensed and froze, then stiffened like she had been turned to stone by a creature of terror. The Royal Guards had sprung into action.
On each side her sides, between the two successive rings bolted to the rock floor, the warriors had slid their wooden poles under the tensed rope, up to a notch about a foot off the tip, and two strong men on each side had started to lift. At first there was a startled look on Aeva’s face and then a scream that seemed to come from the underworld itself.
This was beyond anything she could have imagined, even with her lifelong history of being the willing torture victim of her sadistic husband. The ropes were constricting her ankles so tightly it felt like they would strip her skin raw, and crush her bones like a handful of nuts inside an iron press. Her elbows and shoulders were simply stretched apart by an insurmountable force, as were her knees and hips. Caught between opposing forces, her crotch was being torn like a half split log pulled apart by an enraged lumberjack.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!!”
The scream was horrific and interminable. Strange, deep cracking and snapping noises were coming from her articulations. Inside her, Silas could feel a chaos of contractions, convulsions of panics, and sharp shocks he imagined from joints being pulled apart. Aeva was a fury of screams and shakes, and yet, he continued to push his cock into her thrust after thrust.
He, too, was drinking the pain she was receiving like a demonic elixir. If she was a martyr to the Gods, it was his role to be their hand, make her suffer and revel in the pain of the woman he loved. It was truly a revelation for him, that love and horror could coexist in such a way. All his life he had thought himself as King of peace and kindness, better than his violent forefathers. He would not give in to the violent urges of old, and the massacres and bloodshed that inevitably follow would be the distant memories of a barbaric past.
This dream world of his was no more. He was violently ramming his hungry cock inside a woman he had loved and revered all his life, all the while she was being torn apart by the most horrific ordeal there could be. She was screaming and suffering right there against him, he could feel every tremor of her pain against his skin, her shrieks were deafeningly loud and close. He had even tasted her blood. And yet, all he wanted to do was ravage her further, he wanted to push himself harder into her, he wanted to take even more of her pain and turn it into his pleasure. It was love and assault, care and destruction all at once. But nothing inside him was cowering at the sight of the monstrous spectacle. He was feasting on her, in an orgy of pleasure taken and pain inflicted.
* - *
She kissed him again. She welcomed his body against hers, and the touch of his hardening clock on the sensitive skin between her legs. The burning in her loins and the light in her heart were merging as one, wrapping her insides and twisting her indescribable pain into the highest level of excitement she had ever known. She wanted to give everything to him now, her body and her soul. She was scared of course, and in pain, but deep down her entire being was longing for her King to take her and break her. She was His offering now, bound to the cruelest fate at his hands and that of the Gods.
King Silas kissed her back. With one hand, he guided the tip of his hard cock inside her torn opening. And with the other, he brought the tip of the metal claw against her skin, just below her shoulder. And he pressed both, entering the flesh between her legs and at the same time pushing the metal points through her skin. She let out a wail.
- “Aaaaaaaaah”
The King tilted his hips and slowly pushed his rock hard member inside her, all the while tracing down deep red lines across her upper chest. The sharp points of the claw left clear cuts into her skin following the motion of his hand until they reached the center of her chest, between the top of her breasts. Her wail turned into a moan of pain and pleasure as the blades sliced her skin and blood started to seep out of the four parallel cuts, down towards her breast.
- “Aaaaaoooooohhhhhhhhhh!”
Silas increased the power of his thrusts and led the tips of the blades down in between her bosoms slowly. He pushed to dig ever deeper, leaving deep lacerations on the skin of her chest. He dragged the instrument down until he reached the edge of her ribcage. He then lifted it, turned his hand around, and brought the tips of the claws, the curve up, just beneath the base of her right breast. She felt the points of metal push against her soft, sensitive flesh, which made her gasp, contract her muscles and spiked the pain in her tense joints.
- “Haaah! Uff, uff!”
But he did not push the blades in yet. With two fingers of his left hand, he traced back up the bleeding cut between her breasts, coating them with her blood. He brought the fingers to his mouth and tasted it, like a predator drinking the life of its prey. His eyes were now shining with a bloodlust not seen before on his face. His left hand traveled down to the side of her hip and he used the grip to slam his cock even harder inside of her. He completely disregarded the jerks on her painful joints. In his fervor, the claws had broken the skin of her breast, and a red fluid was slowly dripping along the two middle metallic spikes. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, her eyelids barely parted and her pupils turned high up. She was drinking up the mix of pleasure and pain, intoxicated by the repeated assaults on her sex, the cuts into her skin and the violent slams that were threatening to tear her distended joints.
“Haaarh! Haaarh! Haaarh! Haaarh!”
She screamed every time the King shoved his basin between her legs and assaulted her. It appeared her first lover had now embraced her nature and was taking a vicious pleasure ramming into her torn sex, and inflicting excruciating pain to her already over stretched limbs. She could feel the heat inside her loins increasing shock after shock, her mind bending the unbearable pain into a twisted, intoxicating, rising sexual pleasure. In a brief moment of lucidity, she locked her eyes onto his. He seized the moment and gave a nod to the warriors standing by at each of her side. He wanted her to know that he personally gave the signal for what was coming next.
She intuitively understood the horror of what would come next. She was for a short instant overrun by fear, but her profound nature prevailed and she let the wave of terror wash over her and whither away. Instead, she found herself closing her eyes and surrendering. She relaxed her muscles and opened herself as much as she could to the incredible ordeal that was about to be unleashed upon her.
Her first sensation was the cold metal of the four blades of the claw advancing inside her left breast. The pain was familiar at first, her last husband Sigur had time and again cut her skin and pushed the tip of his blade inside her in this manner. But soon, the metal rods reached deeper than she had ever been invaded. Silas had bent his wrists so the tip of the blades would dig as deep as possible, she tensed and shrieked as she felt the metal scraping against her pectoral muscle, beneath the lump of her soft flesh.
- “Eeeeiiiiiiiihhhhhhhrk”
She was shaking but it did nothing to prevent his assault. Soon, her cruel lover was pushing with all his strength, tearing her bosom up from the inside. The deep butchering of her flesh started to trigger a deep fear and against all reason even heightened her arousal. She raised her head and looked down on her flesh to see four white points poking under her skin, pushing up until to her horror, all four broke the skin and the reddened metal points emerged from her tortured breast. Even for her, this sight was overwhelming and it broke something in her.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
King Silas saw the panic in her eyes, and felt at the same time a series of contractions against his shaft, between her legs. He couldn’t know if she was shaking with pleasure or with pain. And as he understood her, she might not be able to understand the difference anymore. But even this extreme torture could not have prepared her for what was coming next. Soon she tensed and froze, then stiffened like she had been turned to stone by a creature of terror. The Royal Guards had sprung into action.
On each side her sides, between the two successive rings bolted to the rock floor, the warriors had slid their wooden poles under the tensed rope, up to a notch about a foot off the tip, and two strong men on each side had started to lift. At first there was a startled look on Aeva’s face and then a scream that seemed to come from the underworld itself.
This was beyond anything she could have imagined, even with her lifelong history of being the willing torture victim of her sadistic husband. The ropes were constricting her ankles so tightly it felt like they would strip her skin raw, and crush her bones like a handful of nuts inside an iron press. Her elbows and shoulders were simply stretched apart by an insurmountable force, as were her knees and hips. Caught between opposing forces, her crotch was being torn like a half split log pulled apart by an enraged lumberjack.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!!”
The scream was horrific and interminable. Strange, deep cracking and snapping noises were coming from her articulations. Inside her, Silas could feel a chaos of contractions, convulsions of panics, and sharp shocks he imagined from joints being pulled apart. Aeva was a fury of screams and shakes, and yet, he continued to push his cock into her thrust after thrust.
He, too, was drinking the pain she was receiving like a demonic elixir. If she was a martyr to the Gods, it was his role to be their hand, make her suffer and revel in the pain of the woman he loved. It was truly a revelation for him, that love and horror could coexist in such a way. All his life he had thought himself as King of peace and kindness, better than his violent forefathers. He would not give in to the violent urges of old, and the massacres and bloodshed that inevitably follow would be the distant memories of a barbaric past.
This dream world of his was no more. He was violently ramming his hungry cock inside a woman he had loved and revered all his life, all the while she was being torn apart by the most horrific ordeal there could be. She was screaming and suffering right there against him, he could feel every tremor of her pain against his skin, her shrieks were deafeningly loud and close. He had even tasted her blood. And yet, all he wanted to do was ravage her further, he wanted to push himself harder into her, he wanted to take even more of her pain and turn it into his pleasure. It was love and assault, care and destruction all at once. But nothing inside him was cowering at the sight of the monstrous spectacle. He was feasting on her, in an orgy of pleasure taken and pain inflicted.
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nicole
Tribune
a story as I like them
Well written and very intense.Very intensely and atmospherically impressively written, keep it up this way
Now even the pendant with the green stone fits - a coincidence?
LukeBlanc
Executioner
LukeBlanc
Executioner
Really happy you like the story @ERIN the Brave. Hope you will enjoy the following chapters as well!
I'm sure I will.
god6669182
Condemned
Well done describing this transformative moment in the sacrifice. I really enjoy how you've twisted the roles of the characters in this story.
I particularly enjoyed these passages...
"She wanted to give everything to him now, her body and her soul. She was scared of course, and in pain, but deep down her entire being was longing for her King to take her and break her. She was His offering now, bound to the cruelest fate at his hands and that of the Gods."
"Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, her eyelids barely parted and her pupils turned high up. She was drinking up the mix of pleasure and pain, intoxicated by the repeated assaults on her sex, the cuts into her skin and the violent slams that were threatening to tear her distended joints."
"She intuitively understood the horror of what would come next. She was for a short instant overrun by fear, but her profound nature prevailed and she let the wave of terror wash over her and whither away. Instead, she found herself closing her eyes and surrendering. She relaxed her muscles and opened herself as much as she could to the incredible ordeal that was about to be unleashed upon her."
I particularly enjoyed these passages...
"She wanted to give everything to him now, her body and her soul. She was scared of course, and in pain, but deep down her entire being was longing for her King to take her and break her. She was His offering now, bound to the cruelest fate at his hands and that of the Gods."
"Her head was tilted back, her mouth open, her eyelids barely parted and her pupils turned high up. She was drinking up the mix of pleasure and pain, intoxicated by the repeated assaults on her sex, the cuts into her skin and the violent slams that were threatening to tear her distended joints."
"She intuitively understood the horror of what would come next. She was for a short instant overrun by fear, but her profound nature prevailed and she let the wave of terror wash over her and whither away. Instead, she found herself closing her eyes and surrendering. She relaxed her muscles and opened herself as much as she could to the incredible ordeal that was about to be unleashed upon her."
LukeBlanc
Executioner
Thanks @god6669182. Aeva's journey dealing with her desires as she goes through this extreme experience is the backbone of this story. I'm glad to hear some of those moments connected with you.
god6669182
Condemned
And not just Aeva - King Silas also has been on a journey transforming from the role of gentle lover to the role of Master/Sadist.
As for Aeva - I love seeing that moment when a sub realizes the agony that is coming, understands the futility of trying to fight against it, and responds by accepting it and relaxing into her bonds. It is only in acceptance that one can endure without being broken. Those who fight against the pain only work against themselves, but those who can relax and accept the torment can find their way into blissful subspace.
LukeBlanc
Executioner
Chapter 14: Agony
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There was a loud snap followed by a scream from hell and a convulsion of Aeva’s body that almost threw the King off balance.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhh!!!!!”
Her right arm had been pulled out of her shoulder’s socket and twisted in. Silas did not stop, riding the spasms away and continuing the pounding of his hips against the martyrized girl. He ran his hand over the unnatural shape of Aeva’s dislocated articulation, stroking the trembling skin tensed around the protruding end of the shocked woman’s bone.
Another shock rocked her body with the muted sound of something giving way inside of her, before her weight shifted strangely and she tilted to the right side. It was followed by another desperate rasp of a wail, a broken voice screaming its inhuman suffering.
- “Aaaoooooooooahhhhhhhhhhhrgggg!”
Her femur poked out the front of her hip, pulling on the skin of her mound. The unnatural bump started slamming against the repeated assaults of the King’s pelvis as he was burying his cock inside her over and over. Each of the King’s thrusts was another torture, forcing the dislodged bone to bend and scrape against her torn flesh inside. Her pain was far beyond what any person could handle while maintaining any shred of sanity.
Aeva was now lost in a timeless world where the only thing that existed was excruciating pain. She could never have known it was possible to suffer so much. It was so horrific that even ignoring the crippling destruction of her body, she knew she could never have recovered from the pain alone. She just had to endure, let her body soak up the agonizing pain, and hope for her twisted mind to slowly turn her agony into masochistic pleasure. It was all but futile aspiration, her suffering was so severe that the sexual arousal she took from the torture was nowhere near enough to dull her pain even just a little. But she was still aroused in spite of it all. The darkest corners of her soul burnt an infernal fire and took a sick pleasure from the destruction of her body. Her subconscious fed on the pain, the distress, the fear of death and turned it in a vicious loop of ever increasing, self destructive lust.
Silas was now fucking her as hard and as fast as he possibly could, riding her agony, until finally he body-slammed her three last times with all his weight, straining her torn articulations even further and shooting for a second and last time his heavy load inside of her. Pushed over the edge by the violent rocking of her disjointed body, the raw pain and the dark fire inside of her merged into one. And then, it exploded with a thunderous force. Her senses were instantly flooded by a blinding light of extreme, raw sexual pleasure, for a short moment even dwarfing her most extreme pain. Everything turned white, there was a high pitch ear piercing sound and her broken body once more rocked and shook uncontrollably. The scream of agony that came out of her lungs turned into one of ecstasy.
- “AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
Silas was panting, fixated on the shaking body of his agonizing lover. Her shape looked contorted, that of a broken and mutilated doll, The cuts on her chest cuts bleeding heavily, her mouth was half-open and her eyes had a crazed look, as if her mind had burnt out and fried. He pulled his blood-dripping member out of her ravaged hole and gave her a long, loving look, before addressing her in a soft voice.
- “I have been asleep all my life. It took your sacrifice to open my eyes and awaken me. I thank you, Aeva.”
After a long moment contemplating her resting body enduring the lasting pain of her vicious torture and assaults, The King walked to the shaman. He looked the frail man straight in the eye, extending his hand.
- “Your staff.”
The shaman was dumbfounded, it had always been the role of a holy man to close a sacrifice.
- “But my King, It is my…”
He did not finish his sentence, Silas would not suffer any contradiction. Yet his teachings were strong and his old hand was gripping the wooden shaft tight. The King spoke calmly.
- “Make me wait and join Aeva on the Sacred Rock…”
The old man cowered, and his trembling hand offered the Staff to his King before he retreated. The ruler turned to the crowd and addressed his people.
- “Brave People of the Dubhcloch clan! The Gods have spoken to me. The end of the storm is near! Pray to the Gods! Pray for the Healer who is giving her life and her suffering for us all! Pray for our Clan!”
He had captured everyone's attention. The strong cry of their King rallied the spirit of the clansmen and women. One by one, they put a knee down on the cold, wet ground. They tilted their heads down in silence under the pouring rain. The clan was one, united in their prayer.
- “Rugar, Niel, with me. Untie her legs and spread her open.”
Each on his side, the two massive warriors severed the ropes around Aeva’s ankles, revealing a mess of torn skin and bleeding ripped flesh. Her feet, just like the hands tied above her head, had turned to a dark, cold shade of blue. They each seized one of her lower legs and pulled to their respective sides. The motion immediately made her arch her broken back, and she uttered a loud scream as her limbs started to open up.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It took the force of the two guards to pry the legs fully opened. Both of her tighbones had been pulled out of their sockets, and moving her legs was difficult, hampered by her inside flesh caught over the out of place bone. Her legs finally opened in a way that was all but natural, her knees and hips purple and black from a strain that had all but quartered her apart.
The King did not waste any time. He swung the long shaft, heavy with its intricate and sharp mounted black stone towards Aeva. He positioned the sharp tip against her bizarrely opened crotch, lowering it below her sex and lining it up with her assshole. Digging his heels and putting all his weight in the effort, he pushed in. The poor girl’s already bruised sphincter gave way and reluctantly tore open under the pressure of the black rock’s skin-cutting surface, eliciting another guttural scream from the broken girl.
- “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurg!”
Her asshole immediately started to bleed as the rock scraped and ripped its way in, disappearing inside of her. It went in by a foot and half under the considerable strength of the King, and only the shaft was now poking out of her blood-seeping hole. Silas did not relent, he pushed the implement further inside the girl, trying to bury the staff as deep as he could inside her, pushing with all his strength. The pressure was visibly wrecking Aeva who was uttering rasp screams, and twitching under the assault of the blunt weapon. The progress was blocked and the blunt stone inside Aeva could pierce no further.
The King pulled the shaft back, until part of the now gleaming-red rock appeared again out of her hole, and he slammed it back in, again, and then again, fucking her in great swings, trying to break through her insides from strength and fury alone.
Avea went into a deep, hoarse scream. Her voice was starting to fail her
- “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggg!”
At the fifth assault the strained guts of the poor girl finally gave way and the spear instantly penetrated more than a foot deeper into her. Aeva, already lost in a world of pain, felt her very core being ripped apart as the Sacred Stone penetrated deep into her body, lodging itself high up in her chest. There was a series of low moans rising from her throat, gradually developing into a broken gargling wail as the girl tensed and once again started to shake uncontrollably.
- “aaaaaaaa… aaaaaaaaaaaa… grbbll… aaaaAAAA… AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! AAAaaaarghhhhhuuuuu…glrbbb….”
Neither her nor her torturers knew if this was a last fit of agony or a final, terrible orgasm. Blood soon poured heavily from her shaft stuffed rear asshole. Red also seeped from the corner mouth, the occasional cough spraying red speckles on her tortured chest. Her scream soon got muffled into a gargle from the internal bleeding.
The King, as if he suddenly realized what he had done, opened his hands and let go of the wooden shaft, now securely held in place by the rough stones inside her chest. He signaled to his two best Guards to let go of her legs and withdraw.
Silas stepped back and looked at the gruesome spectacle of his agonizing first love. She was all but destroyed. Her hands were of a cold blue gray, with ropes crushing and tearing her wrists, her elbows reddened, her shoulder gruesomely dislocated. Her face was suffering in the rain, to a point very few would ever experience. She was twitching, tears laced with blood were seeping from her eyes, and red slime was dripping from her open mouth, slobbering down from her chin onto her neck and collarbone. The pale skin on her upper chest, bearing the deep cuts of the metal claw, was bleeding onto her skewered breast, and together with the deep cuts between her breasts, leaking blood onto her stomach. Her abdomen was barely heaving up and down from the weakest of breathing. Her crotch was smeared with layers of dried and fresh blood laced with cum and her own juices. Her sex was still gaping from the repeated rapes and was still slowly leaking blood. And below, a long wooden shaft was sticking out of her arsehole. The large stone shard mounted at its end had torn her intestines and was embedded deep inside her chest, painfully pushing against her most vital organs. Beneath her legs, the shaft was tilted, its end resting in the ground and maintaining the dying girl with her pelvis tilted forward, open for all to see. Framing her sex, the bones of her thighs were poking under her skin in gruesome large black and purple bumps. Her legs were half bent, her knees were red and swollen from the strain, her ankles were stripped of skin from the ropes and her feet, of the same dark blue color as her hands, were resting awkwardly against the wet rocky ground.
In silence and respect, the King joined his people in their prayers, one knee to the ground, his hands resting on his ax in front of him, his head down, humbled by the ordeal Aeva had gone through.
* - *
There was a loud snap followed by a scream from hell and a convulsion of Aeva’s body that almost threw the King off balance.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhh!!!!!”
Her right arm had been pulled out of her shoulder’s socket and twisted in. Silas did not stop, riding the spasms away and continuing the pounding of his hips against the martyrized girl. He ran his hand over the unnatural shape of Aeva’s dislocated articulation, stroking the trembling skin tensed around the protruding end of the shocked woman’s bone.
Another shock rocked her body with the muted sound of something giving way inside of her, before her weight shifted strangely and she tilted to the right side. It was followed by another desperate rasp of a wail, a broken voice screaming its inhuman suffering.
- “Aaaoooooooooahhhhhhhhhhhrgggg!”
Her femur poked out the front of her hip, pulling on the skin of her mound. The unnatural bump started slamming against the repeated assaults of the King’s pelvis as he was burying his cock inside her over and over. Each of the King’s thrusts was another torture, forcing the dislodged bone to bend and scrape against her torn flesh inside. Her pain was far beyond what any person could handle while maintaining any shred of sanity.
Aeva was now lost in a timeless world where the only thing that existed was excruciating pain. She could never have known it was possible to suffer so much. It was so horrific that even ignoring the crippling destruction of her body, she knew she could never have recovered from the pain alone. She just had to endure, let her body soak up the agonizing pain, and hope for her twisted mind to slowly turn her agony into masochistic pleasure. It was all but futile aspiration, her suffering was so severe that the sexual arousal she took from the torture was nowhere near enough to dull her pain even just a little. But she was still aroused in spite of it all. The darkest corners of her soul burnt an infernal fire and took a sick pleasure from the destruction of her body. Her subconscious fed on the pain, the distress, the fear of death and turned it in a vicious loop of ever increasing, self destructive lust.
Silas was now fucking her as hard and as fast as he possibly could, riding her agony, until finally he body-slammed her three last times with all his weight, straining her torn articulations even further and shooting for a second and last time his heavy load inside of her. Pushed over the edge by the violent rocking of her disjointed body, the raw pain and the dark fire inside of her merged into one. And then, it exploded with a thunderous force. Her senses were instantly flooded by a blinding light of extreme, raw sexual pleasure, for a short moment even dwarfing her most extreme pain. Everything turned white, there was a high pitch ear piercing sound and her broken body once more rocked and shook uncontrollably. The scream of agony that came out of her lungs turned into one of ecstasy.
- “AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
Silas was panting, fixated on the shaking body of his agonizing lover. Her shape looked contorted, that of a broken and mutilated doll, The cuts on her chest cuts bleeding heavily, her mouth was half-open and her eyes had a crazed look, as if her mind had burnt out and fried. He pulled his blood-dripping member out of her ravaged hole and gave her a long, loving look, before addressing her in a soft voice.
- “I have been asleep all my life. It took your sacrifice to open my eyes and awaken me. I thank you, Aeva.”
After a long moment contemplating her resting body enduring the lasting pain of her vicious torture and assaults, The King walked to the shaman. He looked the frail man straight in the eye, extending his hand.
- “Your staff.”
The shaman was dumbfounded, it had always been the role of a holy man to close a sacrifice.
- “But my King, It is my…”
He did not finish his sentence, Silas would not suffer any contradiction. Yet his teachings were strong and his old hand was gripping the wooden shaft tight. The King spoke calmly.
- “Make me wait and join Aeva on the Sacred Rock…”
The old man cowered, and his trembling hand offered the Staff to his King before he retreated. The ruler turned to the crowd and addressed his people.
- “Brave People of the Dubhcloch clan! The Gods have spoken to me. The end of the storm is near! Pray to the Gods! Pray for the Healer who is giving her life and her suffering for us all! Pray for our Clan!”
He had captured everyone's attention. The strong cry of their King rallied the spirit of the clansmen and women. One by one, they put a knee down on the cold, wet ground. They tilted their heads down in silence under the pouring rain. The clan was one, united in their prayer.
- “Rugar, Niel, with me. Untie her legs and spread her open.”
Each on his side, the two massive warriors severed the ropes around Aeva’s ankles, revealing a mess of torn skin and bleeding ripped flesh. Her feet, just like the hands tied above her head, had turned to a dark, cold shade of blue. They each seized one of her lower legs and pulled to their respective sides. The motion immediately made her arch her broken back, and she uttered a loud scream as her limbs started to open up.
- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It took the force of the two guards to pry the legs fully opened. Both of her tighbones had been pulled out of their sockets, and moving her legs was difficult, hampered by her inside flesh caught over the out of place bone. Her legs finally opened in a way that was all but natural, her knees and hips purple and black from a strain that had all but quartered her apart.
The King did not waste any time. He swung the long shaft, heavy with its intricate and sharp mounted black stone towards Aeva. He positioned the sharp tip against her bizarrely opened crotch, lowering it below her sex and lining it up with her assshole. Digging his heels and putting all his weight in the effort, he pushed in. The poor girl’s already bruised sphincter gave way and reluctantly tore open under the pressure of the black rock’s skin-cutting surface, eliciting another guttural scream from the broken girl.
- “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurg!”
Her asshole immediately started to bleed as the rock scraped and ripped its way in, disappearing inside of her. It went in by a foot and half under the considerable strength of the King, and only the shaft was now poking out of her blood-seeping hole. Silas did not relent, he pushed the implement further inside the girl, trying to bury the staff as deep as he could inside her, pushing with all his strength. The pressure was visibly wrecking Aeva who was uttering rasp screams, and twitching under the assault of the blunt weapon. The progress was blocked and the blunt stone inside Aeva could pierce no further.
The King pulled the shaft back, until part of the now gleaming-red rock appeared again out of her hole, and he slammed it back in, again, and then again, fucking her in great swings, trying to break through her insides from strength and fury alone.
Avea went into a deep, hoarse scream. Her voice was starting to fail her
- “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggg!”
At the fifth assault the strained guts of the poor girl finally gave way and the spear instantly penetrated more than a foot deeper into her. Aeva, already lost in a world of pain, felt her very core being ripped apart as the Sacred Stone penetrated deep into her body, lodging itself high up in her chest. There was a series of low moans rising from her throat, gradually developing into a broken gargling wail as the girl tensed and once again started to shake uncontrollably.
- “aaaaaaaa… aaaaaaaaaaaa… grbbll… aaaaAAAA… AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! AAAaaaarghhhhhuuuuu…glrbbb….”
Neither her nor her torturers knew if this was a last fit of agony or a final, terrible orgasm. Blood soon poured heavily from her shaft stuffed rear asshole. Red also seeped from the corner mouth, the occasional cough spraying red speckles on her tortured chest. Her scream soon got muffled into a gargle from the internal bleeding.
The King, as if he suddenly realized what he had done, opened his hands and let go of the wooden shaft, now securely held in place by the rough stones inside her chest. He signaled to his two best Guards to let go of her legs and withdraw.
Silas stepped back and looked at the gruesome spectacle of his agonizing first love. She was all but destroyed. Her hands were of a cold blue gray, with ropes crushing and tearing her wrists, her elbows reddened, her shoulder gruesomely dislocated. Her face was suffering in the rain, to a point very few would ever experience. She was twitching, tears laced with blood were seeping from her eyes, and red slime was dripping from her open mouth, slobbering down from her chin onto her neck and collarbone. The pale skin on her upper chest, bearing the deep cuts of the metal claw, was bleeding onto her skewered breast, and together with the deep cuts between her breasts, leaking blood onto her stomach. Her abdomen was barely heaving up and down from the weakest of breathing. Her crotch was smeared with layers of dried and fresh blood laced with cum and her own juices. Her sex was still gaping from the repeated rapes and was still slowly leaking blood. And below, a long wooden shaft was sticking out of her arsehole. The large stone shard mounted at its end had torn her intestines and was embedded deep inside her chest, painfully pushing against her most vital organs. Beneath her legs, the shaft was tilted, its end resting in the ground and maintaining the dying girl with her pelvis tilted forward, open for all to see. Framing her sex, the bones of her thighs were poking under her skin in gruesome large black and purple bumps. Her legs were half bent, her knees were red and swollen from the strain, her ankles were stripped of skin from the ropes and her feet, of the same dark blue color as her hands, were resting awkwardly against the wet rocky ground.
In silence and respect, the King joined his people in their prayers, one knee to the ground, his hands resting on his ax in front of him, his head down, humbled by the ordeal Aeva had gone through.