Sacrificial Lambs ((Private for Saul;M))

Saul Mckinney · Subject: Re: Sacrificial Lambs ((Private for Saul;M)) Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:28 pm

As Grace and Amelia stood there, Grace showing fear while Amelia stood showing a protective nature Agnarath smiled a cruel smile. "So, one protector and one shy, fearful, begging, wounded soul. This will definitely do nicely to show you to call me master and admit you are my slaves." His right hand aimed at Grace and a ripple crossed her, gating her away from her sister. "I do hope you are bonded as you not feeling what she is going through would be such a shame." He sat examining his nails for several long minutes waiting for Amelia to scream, curse, threaten and make any moves other than her leaving the room or atacking him. Only after any outbursts she would have or if she tried either to run out of the room or come towards him in an attack did he stand. "It is time you saw the fate of your sister." Another motion of his hand and a ripple passed them.

In the meantime Grace found herself in an odd and uncomfortable position. From the upper torso up she was laying on a flat plate with thick shackles holding her wrists while balls covered her closed hands. Her bra was now gone leaving her bare breasts, chest, neck, face, and arms feel the cool leather of the table. Nothing was covering her mouth while she could feel a padded bar at her hipline. Her legs were pulled down and apart, something solid holding her feet all the way to her anles preventing her from pulling free. A slapping sting ripped across her clit, followed several seconds later by another. The way the slaps continued her mind could tell her two things. The width was the same width as a riding crop used to slap horses on their rears to get their attention while the timing told her it was on some sort of wheel, slapping over and over in the exact same location. She could see nobody and hear nobody over any screams from the stinging slaps she was feeling.

Amelia and Agnarath appeared in a room overlooking the one grace was strapped down in with a perfect view through a clear barrier that neither permitted sound or passage through. She could see her sister suffering over and over as the 4 slapper whel urned swiftly enough to cause obvious pain with each slap. "My, my, my,...... It would seem the fearful one is suffering because of your attitude. As long as your bullheadedness holds you above your spot in life your sister will continue to suffer. Perhaps if I went in there and fucked her in her ass and pussy it would take her mind off the suffering or perhaps if you admitted I was your master and you my slave, offering to take her plce her suffering might end." He stood there waiting to see what Amelia would do while the slaps continued, gapping often enough that each slap was a fresh, painful sting and she unable to get free of it.

BrokenDreams · Subject: Re: Sacrificial Lambs ((Private for Saul;M)) Fri Nov 06, 2009 9:28 pm

Grace and Amelia both woke to the sounds of screams piercing the air, Graces eyes widened when she set eyes on the scene outside of their small bubble of protection. The town was in flames and people were screaming and running in panic as everything burned around them, the minister however was being ripped limb from limb by a statue. Grace gasped and Amelia grabbed her sister hiding her face in her long hair so that she wouldn't watch as the body of the minister was ripped apart and blood sprayed across the transparent dome they were being held in. Blood lined the floor and encased them in what looked like a pentagram, Amelia's eyes narrowed as she snapped her eyes onto the man that started to speak. Grace even pushed her face out of Amelia's hair to glance fearfully at the man, at first it seemed like he was on their side but at the mention of being his slaves all illusions of him being so left their minds. Their clothes suddenly disappeared except for their underwear, a blush flushed to Graces cheeks and she wrapped her arms around her chest in embarassment. Amelia however just glared at the man in front of them, a devil was what he had named himself and she wasn't about to disagree, she shook her white locks forward to stream down in front of her body.

The girls gasped when they were suddenly transported into a throne room, the screams they thought would cease when they left the village however didn't stop and they could see outside the windows that the moans and screams now were coming from what they could only guess were souls in this hell. They turned their attention back to Agnarath as the click of his hooves sounded on the floor and he went to sit in his throne. The girls stood, Grace on shaky feet and Amelia on steady legs both were scared but Amelia knew that for Graces sake she had to appear strong. Grace moved closer to her and they clasped hands and stood united under his gaze "w-what do you mean?" Grace asked softly and fear dripped from her tone.

((Oh that's perfectly ok with me, I know that you don't use pictures but you don't need to since you are so descriptive.))

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Saul Mckinney · Subject: Re: Sacrificial Lambs ((Private for Saul;M)) Fri Nov 06, 2009 8:40 pm

{Quite the contrary my dear, I have lots to work with, though I would have to look like crazy to find a picture to fit what is about to happen to them.}

The last thing Grace and Amelia rememberred was the cruelty and violence of the townsfolk being led by the minister. When they awoke something was wrong, terrifyingly wrong in most people's minds. They were sitting in a 10 foot circular area that had runes and a pentigram drawn in blood. Outside the pentigram's edges was a dome of energy keeping both of them cooled from what they could see. Everyone in town was running in a horrifying panic, buildings burning while the townsfolk had no means of escaping. Some were pleading as they ran past a statue with wings, horns, a tail and cloven hooves while it seemed the statue was pulling the minister's legs and arms off one by one while he screamed in agonizing pain. Blood splashed from the minister and chunks of burning flesh bounced off the barrier protecting the two girls. The last scream the minister let out was when the statue leaned and clamped its stone mouth over his head, chewing through the neck to relieve him of his life.

"I do recall warning them that your family was sacred and not to be bothered or harmed. Now since they broke the pact I have to protect you both. That my dears is the good news. The bad news was that your mother made me a pact when I aided her and your father before you were born that if you were in danger before puberty I had to find you a new home for safety. If it was past puberty far enough that you were of proper age you would become my slaves. It seems to me that from what I know of your birth and your years you are each 18 and therefore legally in the laws of hell my pets. As a final courtesy though I allow you to watch the death of everyone involved in the killing of your parents and those who were going to sacrifice you for my blessing of protection." As they turned they could see a young looking gentleman with large upright horns coming from his forehead. Swishing behind his 3 piece all black suit was a thick leathery looking tail as well as sticking out the bottom of his pant legs were cloven hooves instead of feet. It was then that they could tell the barrier kept things out meaning it also kept them inside making it impossible for them to escape.

He bowed gentlemanly to them both as he smiled, revealing a double row of fanged teeth as well as a long slitted tongue that slid out of his mouth a good 10 inches, forked to two tongues for the most of what they could see. "Allow me to introduce you to your new lord. I am Agnarath, lord of torment and suffering. I rule the jagged and shard realm of hell which mans stepping outside the castle without shoes on would severely slash your poor feet over and over like running on busted glass." As he stood his hand lifted. A white ripple crossed Grace and Amelia's bodies. Their dress, their stockings, and all clothing shy of their underwear and bras turned to ashes falling away from them while not scorching their flesh in the slightest. "I would presume you are ready to go to your new home so without further adieu,....." A flash rippled from him and the three of them were in a throne room. Outside the nearest window they could see souls crawling and screaming out in pain and suffering. Amongst those suffering they could see the minister and several of their townfolk. Agnarath walked to the throne and sat, looking at both of them while stroking his chin. "Now, how shall I annoint you properly welcoming you to hell. Why do we not start with you showing me your souls." What he meant he was not saying, but he was watching them carefully, almost detailistically.

BrokenDreams · Subject: Sacrificial Lambs ((Private for Saul;M)) Fri Nov 06, 2009 7:52 pm

Angry voice erupted from the living room of a large mansion like home as the sun started to fade over the horizon. The argument was about two identical twin girls that sat huddled together in the office room beside said room, their ruby orbs both directed at the ground. Both had pale skin, blood colored eyes, and snow white hair. Their matching dresses of black satin almost made them seem to glow in the darkness of the room as they listened and waited for the argument to cease in the other room. “THEY ARE MY DAUGHTERS!” a man roared, a calmer voice that sounded weary answered him “be that as it may John you can’t deny that they look like what the people in town are accusing them to be…demons” the older man said. “No, they can’t be Reverend Marsh…Grace wouldn’t ever hurt anyone and Amelia may act tough but she’s a good girl” a woman’s tearful voice argued. The girls huddled closer together, the short haired girl burying her face in the other girls shoulder “Amelia…what are they going to do to us?” the girl asked and blinked tears from her eyes. Amelia shifted her long white locks over her shoulder and reached out to stroke her sisters short hair gently “I don’t know Grace, but don’t worry I won’t let them hurt you” she whispered and the other girl silently started to sob. “I’m sorry Karen but I have to take them, the town wants them burned” he said, even he sounded a bit queasy at what he was proposing and couldn’t hold the gaze of the parents in front of them. “NO!” the father yelled and the mother wailed in anguish at what the man was proposing, burn her daughters alive? “Grace, Amelia run!” their father yelled and their was the sound of scuffling and breaking glass in the other room as her father attempted to fight off the men that the Reverend had brought with him to take the girls. Amelia pulled her sister to her feet and held tight to her hand as they ran towards the only other door in the office, it led to the from entryway and hopefully safety. The girls pushed their way through the heavy door but instead of freedom like they had hoped they slammed directly into the hands of the townsmen that had accompanied the Reverend. They picked both girls up by their arms and held them off the floor, both called out in pain. Grace started to cry while Amelia viciously kicked out at her captor, the man swore and a heavy hand came down to smack her across the face “stupid bitch” the man growled.

Amelia’s vision started to go fuzzy and she looked over at her sister in the arms of another of the men, she was limp and crying silently “G…Grace…” she murmured softly before letting her eyes wander over to the door of their living room. The Reverend stood above her father and mothers bodies with a vicious look on his face, both lay in a pool of blood with their eyes glassy, they were dead, the thought paralyzed her and her eyes went wide. The Reverend turned his attention to the two girls and his face flecked with blood was the last thing Amelia saw before she blacked out. The Reverend came over and gently stroked Graces face who squirmed and yelled out “no, no get away from me” she whimpered and tried to twist away from his fingers. He grabbed her chin and looked straight into her eyes “they’ll make perfect sacrifices” he said with a wicked laugh, the man behind Grace pinched a nerve in her neck and she passed out as well.

((Blah! I know that was a horrible beginning but I promise I will do my best to do better, I just am really bad at starter posts. Anyways, I left it open for you to bring in your devil any way that you like. The twins are both around 17 or 18, they only remained with their parents because of their odd appearances.))

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