Happy Story of Joy :D
Apr 10, 2013 9:52:38 GMT -6
Post by Bardiel on Apr 10, 2013 9:52:38 GMT -6
A devilcat finishes work for the night and makes her cheerful way back home to her sister. What new friends will she meet this time? It's in need of much polish, but I'm sure you get the idea .
The Ringmaster pulled the collar of hair tight, feeling the strain pressing harshly into his palms. Back and forward he rocked on a saddle of silk and creamy soft flesh, violently tightening the noose of crimson locks to breaking point. Revelling in the squirming life which he wrung from the body beneath him, the pallid Ringmaster's excitement finally breaks through whatever restraint he commanded. As the creature is freed from the suffocating restraint of her own hair- oxygen desperately crawls its way into her starving lungs and she chokes, exhaling the blood that had pooled in her crushed larynx. Her anguish is dulled by the intoxicating presence of the Ringmaster as he removes the nails which pin her to the mattress and secure the arrangement of her impaled limbs. Transformed by an unstoppable blood lust, predatory hands tear at the barbed stakes which snag on stringy veins and bone, opening the woman up so that the pale shadow might finally feed upon her in a orgy of vital fluid and ecstasy.
With as little sound as possible, Teal exits Mordecai's caravan, easing the door so that it would make no noise. It was almost dawn and soon baleful angel ladders would begin to creep through the sinister canopy of the black forest. She gingerly adjusts the sleeve on her loose fitting gown, careful not to disturb the hastily woven stitches in her wrist. The troupe's master had started becoming more vicious with his attentions and it was already beginning to affect Teal's performances. She desperately needed a reprieve, some time at least to heal from her wounds. But the devilcat knew; each night she spent beneath the mad demon was another night her younger sister might sleep in peace. Teal simply could not bring herself to give in, much less subjugate Tufts to the truth of the fate they both shared.
Tiptoeing through the slumbering camp the light footed acrobat would wince, thinking of the outfit she'd be forced to wear in a couple of hours clinging painfully to the abused areas of her body. There was just one more hurdle to overcome before the few minutes of warmth Teal would spend embracing her sister. It was not by coincidence that the fallen's cage was set up between Mordecai's caravan and her cot night after night. She and Tufts had discovered him a year ago now, but it had been Ruine- an enormous Nightmare who helped pull the caravans- that had reviled the crucifix chained around the fallen's neck. The dark angel's sick smile had been enough to keep most away, but Ruine had just turned him around and done his business in front of them all. It made everyone ill just to look at the cross, and as Ruine's mountainous form moved up and down Teal failed to understand how he might put up with it.
“We made a... deal,” the huge Nightmare had simply said, shrugging his broad shoulders and quickly walking away. It was strange the way the whites of his eyes had shown, as if he had just looked directly into the sun. Had Teal not known better she would have said Ruine was afraid. Swaying perilously on her feet, she was too drained to care.
Since then the fallen had somehow found a place in the troupe juggling hails of knives and other things. Mordecai kept him locked in a cage because he said the odd bird amused him, just as it amused him to torture her in subtle ways such as this.
Of course the winged creature was watching, he never slept, the soul witness to Teal's own personal walk of shame. The devilcat clutched the flimsy gown close to her chest, even squeezing her eyes shut she could feel his gaze brushing over her body, looking in through the bars that were suddenly not his but those of her very own prison. Teal had no anger left in her tonight, her passion had been bled dry, but still she hated the man in the cage. Hated that he knew and did nothing. Hated that he kept silent, holding that knowledge dangling over her sister's carefree life like a guillotine. When she could sleep, Teal dreamed of killing him.
“This way you could be my saving grace.” They were the same words, time and time again the imprisoned fallen taunted her with his weathered voice. “If it is your wish I'd make this covenant with you.” His unspoken threat is lurking ominously beneath each syllable, causing Teal to bite hold of her trembling lip and hurry past. “I'll be your guardian angel.”
The devilcat feels her ears drawing back against her head. Suddenly her own weakness is too much to bear as his words finally stir back into life the embers in that deep and secret part of her being. She rushes the cage, her gown streaming behind her like a pair of wings and slams into the heavy iron bars, spitting and clawing vainly at the empty space where he had just been. The dark angel is on his back and crawling away into the far corner of his small pen. From here she can smell the rank of faeces as the panicked fallen drags himself through his own filth simply to escape her. Staring into the terrified jade of his eyes Teal feels her limbs grow weak with exhaustion. She was bleeding again, her blood running slowly down the bars of the cage. Cheated of any satisfaction the hellcat turns away, her own eyes empty, and leaves the cowering bird to squalor in his waste.
Tufts was curled into a tight ball on the cot, her short auburn hair fanning delicately over her face. Her chest rose and fell with a rhythmic rattling purr that made Teal's knees tremble with a feeling of unplaceable gratitude and fear. Cautiously, so as not to wake her sister, she slides in next to Tufts and places a protective arm around her.
Meanwhile, the fallen brings his face close the crimson painted bars of his cage. Tentatively he opens his mouth and slowly draws his tongue up the bleeding ribs of the prison.
***
The Ringmaster pulled the collar of hair tight, feeling the strain pressing harshly into his palms. Back and forward he rocked on a saddle of silk and creamy soft flesh, violently tightening the noose of crimson locks to breaking point. Revelling in the squirming life which he wrung from the body beneath him, the pallid Ringmaster's excitement finally breaks through whatever restraint he commanded. As the creature is freed from the suffocating restraint of her own hair- oxygen desperately crawls its way into her starving lungs and she chokes, exhaling the blood that had pooled in her crushed larynx. Her anguish is dulled by the intoxicating presence of the Ringmaster as he removes the nails which pin her to the mattress and secure the arrangement of her impaled limbs. Transformed by an unstoppable blood lust, predatory hands tear at the barbed stakes which snag on stringy veins and bone, opening the woman up so that the pale shadow might finally feed upon her in a orgy of vital fluid and ecstasy.
***
With as little sound as possible, Teal exits Mordecai's caravan, easing the door so that it would make no noise. It was almost dawn and soon baleful angel ladders would begin to creep through the sinister canopy of the black forest. She gingerly adjusts the sleeve on her loose fitting gown, careful not to disturb the hastily woven stitches in her wrist. The troupe's master had started becoming more vicious with his attentions and it was already beginning to affect Teal's performances. She desperately needed a reprieve, some time at least to heal from her wounds. But the devilcat knew; each night she spent beneath the mad demon was another night her younger sister might sleep in peace. Teal simply could not bring herself to give in, much less subjugate Tufts to the truth of the fate they both shared.
Tiptoeing through the slumbering camp the light footed acrobat would wince, thinking of the outfit she'd be forced to wear in a couple of hours clinging painfully to the abused areas of her body. There was just one more hurdle to overcome before the few minutes of warmth Teal would spend embracing her sister. It was not by coincidence that the fallen's cage was set up between Mordecai's caravan and her cot night after night. She and Tufts had discovered him a year ago now, but it had been Ruine- an enormous Nightmare who helped pull the caravans- that had reviled the crucifix chained around the fallen's neck. The dark angel's sick smile had been enough to keep most away, but Ruine had just turned him around and done his business in front of them all. It made everyone ill just to look at the cross, and as Ruine's mountainous form moved up and down Teal failed to understand how he might put up with it.
“We made a... deal,” the huge Nightmare had simply said, shrugging his broad shoulders and quickly walking away. It was strange the way the whites of his eyes had shown, as if he had just looked directly into the sun. Had Teal not known better she would have said Ruine was afraid. Swaying perilously on her feet, she was too drained to care.
Since then the fallen had somehow found a place in the troupe juggling hails of knives and other things. Mordecai kept him locked in a cage because he said the odd bird amused him, just as it amused him to torture her in subtle ways such as this.
Of course the winged creature was watching, he never slept, the soul witness to Teal's own personal walk of shame. The devilcat clutched the flimsy gown close to her chest, even squeezing her eyes shut she could feel his gaze brushing over her body, looking in through the bars that were suddenly not his but those of her very own prison. Teal had no anger left in her tonight, her passion had been bled dry, but still she hated the man in the cage. Hated that he knew and did nothing. Hated that he kept silent, holding that knowledge dangling over her sister's carefree life like a guillotine. When she could sleep, Teal dreamed of killing him.
“This way you could be my saving grace.” They were the same words, time and time again the imprisoned fallen taunted her with his weathered voice. “If it is your wish I'd make this covenant with you.” His unspoken threat is lurking ominously beneath each syllable, causing Teal to bite hold of her trembling lip and hurry past. “I'll be your guardian angel.”
The devilcat feels her ears drawing back against her head. Suddenly her own weakness is too much to bear as his words finally stir back into life the embers in that deep and secret part of her being. She rushes the cage, her gown streaming behind her like a pair of wings and slams into the heavy iron bars, spitting and clawing vainly at the empty space where he had just been. The dark angel is on his back and crawling away into the far corner of his small pen. From here she can smell the rank of faeces as the panicked fallen drags himself through his own filth simply to escape her. Staring into the terrified jade of his eyes Teal feels her limbs grow weak with exhaustion. She was bleeding again, her blood running slowly down the bars of the cage. Cheated of any satisfaction the hellcat turns away, her own eyes empty, and leaves the cowering bird to squalor in his waste.
***
Tufts was curled into a tight ball on the cot, her short auburn hair fanning delicately over her face. Her chest rose and fell with a rhythmic rattling purr that made Teal's knees tremble with a feeling of unplaceable gratitude and fear. Cautiously, so as not to wake her sister, she slides in next to Tufts and places a protective arm around her.
***
Meanwhile, the fallen brings his face close the crimson painted bars of his cage. Tentatively he opens his mouth and slowly draws his tongue up the bleeding ribs of the prison.