The Sacrificial Room
The following story is two Thursday prompts in one.
Broken (Thursday Prompt for 7/21/11)
&
The Room (Thursday Prompt for 7/14/11)
Please critique is desired, wanted and will be greatly appreciated
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This story contains gore, blood, sacrifice, castration and snuff. if this bothers you DO NOT PROCEED FURTHER!
I am not and will not be responsible for your reactions.
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Now on to the story....
The Sacrificial Room By: Ainoko Ironrose
Everyone has limits. We claim that we can take and endure more pain, pleasure, stress and whatnot than the fool next to us, or the jack-n-ape who is our boss, etc. We never know what our limits are until we get pushed. But there is another question, when you have reached your limits, will you stop there or forge on? For me, that question was answered quite brutally. Let me start from the beginning, that way you will understand my story...
This all started a few days ago when some friends and I went to a local pub to shoot pool and get drunk, no not falling down pissing your pants drunk, just pleasantly buzzed. Our usual pub was called "Green Eggs and Ham", I know, I know, who in their right mind would name a pub after a silly kiddie book, we didn't care, we loved the pub, it was small, not very crowded, and best of all they didn't care that my mates and I were gay, hell, we even held the occasional strip poker tournament with no problem.
*sigh* those were the days...
Sorry back to my story.
Well, we were deep into another one of our strip poker tournaments and I had just settled onto a winner's cock feeling his knot swell greatly inside my ass when many things happened almost at the same time. First the power went out just as the doors to the pub violently exploded off their hinges, immediately followed numerous blinding flashes, followed by angry, excited voices. I looked up in both shock and surprise just as rapid popping filled the silence, before my body suddenly started going limp and falling back onto the table as a black haze slowly began to fill my vision.
"Looks like we finally caught them in the act!" Crowed a masked figure as he or she looked down at me. "And lookie here, this one is still tied to his lover!"
I could barely hear cheers from the intruders as the figure leaned closer to my face.
"We have something special planned for you and your friends just wait." I faintly heard as darkness finally claimed my consciousness, before weakly whimpering in pain as the stranger began savagely beating my body.
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*Pssst.*
I groaned softly at the annoying sound that was threatening my sleep.
*PPPSSSSSSSSSSTTT!!!!!!!!!*
"Go away I'm sleeping." Mumbled loudly, trying to ignore the intruder.
A bright flash filled my vision as something viciously slammed into my head, sending me flying off my bed. I tried get onto my paws so that I could better defend myself when something hard slammed into my bits, seemingly crushing them to a pulp. Once again I collapsed onto the floor, vomiting from shock to my body. I saw two pairs of paws enter my vision as I was roughly grabbed by the arms and dragged out of my 'cell' and into a small bare room, where I was chained to a wall.
"Don't worry boy." A familiar voice said as a door shut in front of it. It continued again, this time from behind the door. "You won't be here very long. I can promise you that. I will be seeing you again shortly."
I heard the padding of many paws fade into nothing as I looked around my prison. The filthy, flea infested room was small and completely bare save for a strange stone block in its center that appeared to be coated in blood, bits of fur and flesh. I shivered from both the cold and the dread of what I knew or thought was going to happen next. My torture and, or my possible death. To say that I was scared would be an understatement, I was terrified. So much that I could feel a warm wetness trail down between my legs. Whether it was piss, blood or both I had no idea, I was afraid to look down at my aching, burning groin.
Just as I was about to look down to see the damage done to my bits, the door to where I was at was roughly kicked open revealing four furs, one I recognized immediately, my lover. I watched and whimpered in fright as they dragged his limp, barely conscious body into the room before placing him on the stone block and tightly binding his paws to it.
"Why are you doing this to us?" I cried as tears streamed down my muzzle. "We haven't done anything to you!"
"Your kind is an abomination to all that is holy and pure." The mysterious fur said angrily. "You will be delivering a message to the rest of your demon spawn that war has been declared. You will be the first to witness what is going to happen to your kind. First we will cleanse our city, showing the world the evil that truly resides in your bodies and souls. Men loving men is against the tenants of our gods, and our order will show them our dedication to eradicate you from the face of the planet."
The fur then pulled a large blade from under his tunic, before turning back towards my lover and placing it at the base of his cock and balls.
"May the God Amaroth be pleased with this sacrifice today, using it to spread his message throughout the land." Upon finishing his intonation, he pulled his bits out as far as possible and slicing through the flesh, forever severing him from his glorious manhood. My lover screamed in agony as blood began flowing freely from his body as the fur roughly rammed the severed cock into his muzzle abruptly silencing him.
"May his still beating heart serve you with honor as it once served its former body in dishonor."
I screamed as the fur plunged the blade into my lover's belly, cutting him open, before reaching in and pulling out his heart, holding it up to the sky triumphantly as it slowly stopped beating. I watched in mute horror as my lover slowly turned his head in my direction, tears streaming from eyes rapidly dulling eyes as if pleading for help.
"Amaroth is pleased!" The Fur exclaimed as he turned and advanced towards me. "And now our Lord Amaroth demands that you deliver his message to your kind, telling them that they are no longer welcome in this city and that your days on this planet are numbered."
"No, I won't." I said weakly. "We have done nothing to you, we have let you live in peace. Why?"
"You fail to see your fate." The fur said before removing his hood from over his head and revealing his face. It was the pub owner! "You are going to be witness to Lord Amaroth's power as he uses the bodies of your kind to exterminate you from the world, forever!"
"How could you do this to us?" I pleaded. "We were good to you; you welcomed us with open arms as brothers. We protected you from those that threatened your business."
"Amaroth is my god, my order follows and obeys his laws and teachings." The barkeep said angrily as he grabbed my bits in his bloodied paws. "He has said that all who sleep with the same will be destroyed and purified. The bodies of your kind will be used to wipe you off the face of the world forever."
At that, a searing, burning pain tore through my body as he savagely pulled my cock and balls away from my body, and with a practiced move, sliced them off my body. I screamed and thrashed from the pain coursing through my ravaged and tortured body, before collapsing, spent.
"Such spirit." The barkeep said as he slowly pressed my cock deep into my muzzle and into my throat, slowly choking me. "Your body will be the perfect temple for Amaroth so he can lead the legions of the dead to cleanse the world of your kind."
A movement from behind the fur in front of me caught my attention as well as the guards in the room, drawing our attention to my lover's body rising from the block and making its way towards us. The barkeep's attention on me and the guards stupor over my lover rising, was so intense, they failed to notice the door to the room close with a loud click sealing us in. It wasn't until a limp dead paw landed on the fur's shoulder drew his attention from choking me to death to the soulless visage of the one he killed for his demon god, giving me a chance to spit out the remnants of my cock out of my muzzle, desperately gasping for breath.
The fur screamed in abject horror as he fruitlessly plunged the blade into my lover's dead body. I on the otherpaw, fought my bindings with a strength that I never knew I had, pulling the steel pegs from the wall, freeing myself. When the guards saw that I was free they advanced on me swords drawn, ready to slice into me. Once I was free, I began fighting for my life for it was worth, taking out one guard and then the other before collapsing next to the stone block. Panting heavily, I watched as my abductor fight my lover's body, and successfully dispatching it. The barkeep went to the iron door tried opening it and failing. Slowly turning and advancing towards me, he began muttering incoherently before stabbing me in the chest and collapsing one of my lungs. I tried to back away from him as quickly as I could, despite my weakness from both the loss of blood and collapsed lung.
"Die you damned spawn of evil!" He cried as he swung his blade at my throat trying to remove my head from my body by force. "Once I kill you, I will get out of this temple and find another of your kind to host Lord Amaroth's spirit."
I Somehow managed to duck just in time as the blade struck the stone block behind me, getting stuck in the altar and thrusting one of the guards swords into his body. The barkeep looked down at the blade that was buried deep into his chest as a thin trickle of blood ran down the thin metal, onto my paws and pooled on the ground before falling at my feet dead.
I fell to the floor exhausted, crawling to the door. Once there, I tried opening it, only to realize that that the door no longer had a seam, hinges or window, meaning that I was stuck in here for however long it would take for me to die. Which could take nearly a week, two or three at best. I spent a few hours in the fading light, looking for another way out, only finding some paper and chalk that one of the guards was carrying. I am writing this in hopes that one day when someone eventually finds this room; they will learn the truth of my disappearance and many others as well.
As I have said, I learned what my limits were and went past them. I lost track of how long I have been down here as I am passing out and coming to not knowing if I was asleep or unconscious for ten minutes or ten hours. One thing I want to know is who sealed the door the way they did?
May the gods have mercy on my soul when I die I look forward to finally having the chance to rest without pain of any kind.