The Cathedral

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Like this my angel," he asks as he doubles the speed of his strokes into her and his cock swells more stretching her more filling her more tightly to bring every nerve ending closer to the surface so his cock can slide over them, stroke them all.

"That's the way my angel. Tell me all you're bodies feeling. Tell me all your body tells you that you want.
Tell me how wanton you are and how hot and filled with lust you are," he says as it seems as if a weight presses down on her flat tummy pressing against down so she feels his cock even more than just moments before.. and he continues to enjoy her breasts and nipples as his hands seem to become hotter as they grip her, thumbs rub her nipples.

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Just like that...yesss.." No longer able to control those lustfilled words comming from her mouth, fighting desperately to control herself and battle against it, she let a soft gasp follow as he pressed harder into her, his cock swelling in that tight opening, forcing it wider still. Pain for a moment had her halt those bucks, enough to, for a moment, stop her activity, but just as quickly as it had come, it disappeared once more, leaving her body at the mercy of her own needs and lust.

"My body feels like fire...like I could never leave you, or this spot. It feels like heaven. And I want you, Louis. I want you to take me in any way you can...I want this all now, here at this time. I want you to tame me...I am yours.." Ripping her conscious finally from the grasp of lust, her eyes flickering open once more, finding herself unable to take back those words. She pressed against him with her hands now, roughly, denying her body the feeling of want, denying her quickly transforming mind that want.

"No...Stop Louis. Stop now!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

His patience is nearing it's end and this latest outburst has him restraining himself by a proverbial last strand.

As he fucks her even faster, "You will obey me without question or hesitation my angel.
"You will fuck me as hungrily, as sluttily, as willingly as is humanly possible, and even as inhumanly as possible.
"You will tell me everything you feel and where you're feeling it in the dirtiest, sluttiest terms you can.
"You become my angel of lust for that's what you now are.
"Now fuck me my angel until you are screaming and cumming and cumming and cumming until I flood you with my molten cum.
"Obey me! There is no alternative! Obey or suffer the torments of the damned my angel!".

 

[Tie of Hope]

"No!"

Gabie shoved. With a fan of her wings, managing to push him back roughly, she scrambled to stand, those wings causing her to stumble somewhat as she bolted for the door, that lust seering through her body in an angered attempt to get her to reconsider, make her turn back. No, opening the door roughly, those wings closing around her form defensively she glared back at Louis.

"I'd gladly chose the path of death than obey you, Louis!" She hissed before disappearing through the door. Once safely in the halls, finding it moderately darker than before, she jetting down the long hall of the cathedral, panting for breath, her body burning still with the lasting effects of that lustful need. Fear grasping her heart, her mind fighting viciously with the roaring lust, which had regained itself from the shock of the girl's overpowering mind, to try and keep it from grasping control of her again. Where was she going? She had no idea.

Not daring to slow, she took random turns and twists, here and there, never in a room which did not have another door or two, or another hall. The maze like cathedral confused her greatly, until she found herself in a questionable room; a room of confession. Snatching the nearest robe, ripping two spaces for those wings, she wrapped it tightly around her form, locking the door reassuringly and beginning to fumble about the dark room, seeking out the next door. Louis wouldn't catch up..there was no way. But then again, nothing he had done up to that moment had been normal.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

He laughed as she bolted from the room. "So you'll "gladly chose the path of death than obey you, Louis!" will you my angel.

"Well, now that any divinity has been stripped from you and you've become my dark angel, let's see just how long you can suffer before you accept the inevitible and recognize that you really have no choice, none at all, and death will never come to stop your suffering." And he vanishes in a cloud of smoke that smells of fire and brimstone.

As she runs he follows her without effort for now she's been marked and claimed as his by the bit of seed that has dribbled into her womb unknown to her and undetectable by her, but his permanent marker indelibly within forever.

She thinks she's running randomly and doesn't realize that all of the while he's subtly guiding her and now stands on the other side of the dark confessional's other exit door in the pitch black hall that also leads to the basement waiting silently, invisibly and patiently for her so her torment can begin where witches had once been tortured into confessing even if not guilty just to end the agony.

 

[Tie of Hope]

"Damnit, where is it?" She cursed to herself silently, stumbling over a few items, folding those wings around her body. Oh, she'd be sure that once she'd gotten out of the cathedral to never set foot into a church every again. If she could even be seen in public again. That set of massive, black feathered wings seemed to make that idea almost impossible. If she had to cut the wings from her back to get her life back, she'd do it willingly. She already have a feeling that nothing good would come from them.

Finally grasping the handle, eyes meeting nothing but a profound darkness, she russled those wings, feeling that lust subside, cherishing the freedom of her own emotions and feelings for once. Those wings were brought close to her sides to sheild her from the cold air of this hallway, noticing the lack of torches like the other halls had. She paused in the doorway. Maybe going down this one wouldn't be such a good idea. Something was telling her to go back.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

A wave of his hand and a faint red glow very faintly appears around the corner at the end of the hall.

When she investigates Gabi finds a faint red EXIT sign over a set of stairs leading down and at the bottom there's another faint red glow just barely visible.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Finally, a familiar sight. Those wings still curled around her form, shielded with that robe she'd managed to snatch up, she slowly decended the stairs, careful of where she stepped. The exit almost made her want to run the rest of the way down, her arms wrapped around her body for support, emotionally, her mind still aching with fear, and the after-effects of those flooding emotions. She placed a hand upon the bar, sure she'd heard the greeting of rain outside.

Slowly, almost cautiously, she pressed the bar in, letting the heavy door start to slide open.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

And a large hand between her ebony wings pushed her driving her through the door into a room that had scant minutes ago been a sealed and walled up room of shame for the cathedral.

Heavy footsteps enter the black space she finds herself sprawled in on its cold rough stone floor. The door "closes" and it remains pitch black and utterly silent as Gabi scrambles to her hands and knees then her feet again.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Fear seizing her, she placed her hands out in front of her, carefully feeling about the room blindly, those dark wings clutched close to her form, fearing just how she'd been lead down here. Exit. There had to be another door in this room, right? Frantically she scrambled about, finally finding a wall and using it to guide herself around the room. It seemed she'd been going the same direction for at least fifteen minutes, not meeting anything but the same four corners. Finally halting in one of them, her eyes meeting the darkness around, she sunk to her knees, shifting those wings forward to shield her body by their massive size. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she glanced around, hearing footsteps.

"H-hello? Is...is a-anyone in here?" She spoke cautiously, convinced fully that there was no possible way it could be Louis. She would have seen him, heard him for the most part. Maybe the room did have an exit, and someone had come in from behind early. At two in the morning? Highly doubtful.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Of course my angel, did you truly think that you'd leave me that easily," his deep voice replies to her frightened question.

"It seems you've forgotten that I told you that you were now my dark angel. I will always know just where you are and exactly what you're thinking and doing, always," he continues his voice echoing in the apparently very large and doorless room.

"Now stand up and leave that foolish robe where it is. Then take four steps straight ahead out of the corner, my angel. Do it or your pain and suffering begin immediately."

 

[Tie of Hope]

Feeling her voice lodge in her throat, unable to cry out, nothing but a sharp inhale and cringe of fear. She pulled herself back closer in the corner, her eyes scanning about wildly. How had he found her? Where had he come from? She shivered, listening as he spoke. No, there was no way she was moving.

With almost a squeak of fright, she sunk to a sitting position, her back pressed tightly against the wall as far as she could be, closing her wings around her form like a protective shield. Oh, not even the raise of hell could get her to move now.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

"Well then so be it, you've been given a chance to obey and now you torment and pain beings my angel.
"You will learn. Just how soon and how agonizingly remains to be seen.
"By the way, no one could hear you if they could stand right on the other side of those walls you cower against, so feel free to scream all you wish.
"It's music to my ears."

He has no need to touch her to inflict pain, although he will for his enjoyment and amusement later on. For now her first lesson won't involve his physical touch.

Instead he uses the pain receptors in her mind to make her feel two red hot needles being pushed through both of her large nipples and one through both of her full and still slick pussy lips.

The feelings are accompanied by what she's sure is the smell of roasting flesh and its sizzling too, although those too are just phantom smells and sounds... at least for now.

 

[Tie of Hope]

Gabie recoiled sharply in pain, her eyes squeezing shut in the still darkness, a scream that probably could have easily shattered glass ripping roughly from her throat. A stream of crimson tears fell down her cheeks, trying her hardest to shake the twisted form of pain, clutching her head and trying to rid herself of it all. There only illusions, Gabie...only illusions! Though this time, not even her thoughts could convince her enough. That smell seemed more than life like enough to her, and she didn't dare try and see if it was in fact real, her ears catching the sounds as well. It seemed these 'illusions' were just a little bit more than what she was hoping them to be.

Those dark feathered wings clutched her form protectively even more, though none the less she couldn't even sit right with such pain, her small, slender body crumbling into a pile upon the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, clenching her jaws together fiercely to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Though she didn't dare try and talk back to him, her form trembling, nipples and pussy lips seering still with that almost unbearable pain.

Mentally, Gabie was praying, wishing someone would just happen to come along. Someone would come through that door and stop him from doing this to her. But she was completely confused by this all, waves of pain in the form of a migrain rocketing through her brain, on top of that already experienced. What...or who, more like it, was he really?

 

[Tie of Hope]

((Hey, just curious, are you bored with the thread? If so, then we can leave it at that if you like.))

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Louis:

OOC: Sorry my farking back suddenly decided it was time to go to bed for several days. Here again now though. I'll never just bail out without letting you know and why, promise. *s
She'd perceive the pain as actual physical pain and not as an illusion, especially since she can't see a thing in the room.

IC:

A feeling as if a hot poker had been pushed into her rectum ignited unbelievable agony to rocket up her body, accompanied by the appropriate sound effects and scent.

Just as Gabi' about to scream out her pain it feels as if a second hot poker is pushed into her so recently virgin vagina making her 'whoof' out the breath is shock.

As she pants and gasps, as he watches her writhe and twist on the apparent double impalement, "Beg when you wish it to stop Gabi. I'd much rather give you the pleasure I was a shot time ago than what you've made me give you now.
"However, it's your choice as to how long the pain has to continue... and how much more you'll force me to make you feel."

"Beg my dark angel, surrender yourself to me again and for all time and it stops, the pain will go and become pleasure the likes of which you've never even imagined," the voice says from no where and everywhere.