The Void - Yawgmoth's Domain (Read First Post)

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crows laughter echoed through the Void. It felt delicious to be this damn evil. Angel may have had the power of pleasure but she would never be as sadistic as the Mistress. For the first time since Yawgmoth returned with her lesser sister Crow spoke. "We are most pleased with that idea." She flourished in his affection, even more so in his torture of Angel. "Strip her clothes from her Beloved, We don't want her clothes to staunch the bleeding." Walking around the hung prey Crow's claws would slowly drag through her raven hair that hung past her waist. "You got blood in Our hair." Looking up at Yawgmoth, she smirks. "We see you even saw fit to create our toys." Choosing a flog with razor sharp bone fragments, his demoness waited for him to prepare the sacrifice.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

The violet eyes Angel had stolen shone bright in the darkness that she had been suspended in. She had prayed the pain would be avoided but this was Crow. Angel's heart almost gave out when Yawgmoth was given the order to strip her. Unlike Crow, Angel was a modest sort and the shame of being naked and sprawled out in the air was too much to take. Her head turned both ways trying to see what Crow was up to when she moved behind her but her nemesis remained out of her field of vision. "Your the one who made me bleed, the blood in your rats nest is your fault."  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"We told you" he watched her leave "A perfect replica of your dungeon. You'll find we're very observant. It comes in handy in battle. You can tell when a man is bluffing, when he means to throw a punch by the subtle twitches on his face. It helps in other things, like remembering your dungeon and knowing where to put our tongue on you and when when we're enjoy one another. You know what the mortals say, practice makes perfect." he winked at Crow and stalked forward underneath the suspended woman.

Yawgmoth's crimson eyes looked up at her and the evil smile remained plastered on his face. "There was a time, we might've enjoyed seeing what we're about to see. But, now we know the truth. You will never hold a candle to Crow regardless of what we find under those pitiful rags. So instead we'll use your shame to please her. Like. This." he pointed upward and with a sound that he was sure would soon become a trigger for her painful experiences, snapped his fingers. The darkness at his command rushed towards her and quite literally ate the clothes from her body. It was very careful to leave her tender flesh unharmed and unscathed by the all consuming Void. He wondered idly if he could be that precise outside of this place, probably not without considerable effort but that was beside the point now. He looked her over once the deed was done and then turned his head back to Crow. "We were right. Even with your powers, laid bare the way she is now, we feel nothing but the desire to inflict humiliation and pain upon her. Any lust we have remaining, is for you alone. Though we'll certainly use that particular tool of our body to bring her great misery should it be your desire." he cackled walking over to his dark lady. Yawgmoth's hands glided over her slender shoulders and his body pressed against her back. Because of the energy and power inside of him, the Lord of the Wastes' body was always a little warmer than normal humans. Here now, that heat was meant to help comfort and reassure his lady in the chill of the Void. He was hers. She was his. There were no others.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow watched the shadows devour Angel's garments in the arms of her titan. His warmth was welcomed but her mind was set on the naked form before them. The whip in her hand would soon be put to use. For the moment she looked over the fair skin of her prey. The few cuts from the hooks were healing already. She grimaced looking at Yawgmoth. "Can you keep her from healing?"  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel's eyes closed as the tears trailed down her cheeks. This male before her terrified her. The feelings within her body confused her. This power, this curse she had gotten from Crow made her want to feel things that her mind screamed in resistance over. She watched helplessly as her clothes were eaten away. Looking down she tried to hide her shame. "Please, let me go, I will do anything I can to help her get her power back." Her voice was shaking as she tried to hold back the sobs. "I saved her life didn't I?" When her wounds began healing she was able to breathe easier but now alarmed over Crow's last words, Angel tried once more to persuade them. "I've kept my bargain, honor yours."  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

The large man shook his head. He could manipulate the darkness of the Void into anything. He could control the basis of reality here. But he couldn't take away a person's natural abilities. "Unfortunately, we cannot." he looked up at Angel. "What did we tell you? Nothing funny, nothing tricky and we'd let you go as promised. What did you do? Steal her power. You broke the bargain. Your a** is fair game now Angel." he called up with a sneer turning his attention back down to his dark lady.

"But, think of it like this. If she heals, you'll get to inflict all the pain over, and over and over again until you're bored of her. Think of all the twisted fun we can have together. We're in a place none can get to safely. If any are capable of this level of dark power to arrive here, the void will consume them. She's your b***h now. Your own little doll to torture and harm as you see fit." Yawgmoth explained his plan sliding his fingers down Crow's arms. "Show us what that whip in your hand can do."  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

"You know Us well Beloved. We were just thinking, if she heals We will just have to cut deeper, faster. Her threshold will be tested and she will fill our nights with the pleasure of her screams." Crow was done talking. The strong arm that slid down her own was a token of his faith that she was the only woman he would ever find capable of such malevolence. Stepping away from him, Crow looked into the pleading eyes of Angel's then lowered the whip. As the blood splashed onto Crow, her shadow garments faded leaving the pale body of the one true seductress exposed for her Lover's crimson eyes to worship.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel's heart raced. She tried tearing herself from the hooks but they were far too deep. If she did manage to get free where would she run? She prayed she would pass out quickly. She hung innocent of the crime that she was being punished for. Well, mostly innocent. Ali may have given her the poison but she was the one to deliver it. This was never the outcome that she had imagined. Crow stood in front of her now. With a deep breath Angel tried to brace herself for the lashes she had coming. A shriek tore from the lips of the Red Dragon's owner. Her head fell back as the skin sliced open. The only warmth Angel had now was dripping down her breasts. The lashes came in a frenzy, one over the other crisscrossing across the once unblemished skin.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

The Lord of the Waste's fingers snapped and the darkness formed a nice throne like chair, and another one for when Crow was bored and it was his turn, essentially. He sat down in it and leaned his head in his hand, admiring his Dark Lady's stride and then, he relished the violence and the screams. A chorus of the most twisted and satisfying music. "Maybe she'll stop if you give her back what's hers. Or, maybe not. We're not omnipotent nor are we one to judge." he taunted Angel through her agony. Yawgmoth's pleasure at the cruelty was immense. It had been a long time, too long, since he'd had the time to enjoy this kind of violence. This was going to be fun.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

Crow opened her arms for her other half, she was having such a good time dancing in the bloody rain that Angel's body so freely gave. She wanted to feel the arms of the evil around her and to share in her bounty.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel watched between slit eyes as Crow danced beneath her. She felt her body weakening with every lash she had taken. Her eyes soaked in the horror of her flesh which seemed like ribbons as it hung from her. Looking on, she saw Yawgmoth with the look of lust and satisfaction at what his tryrant of a woman was doing to her. She was happy this was as far as the torment could go, she thought anyway.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

The Lord of the Wastes stood up when invited and sauntered his way over to his dark lady in the fall of Angel's blood. He put his arms around Crow's waist and kissed the top of her head given how much taller he was than her. He looked up at their work and back down "We bet that healing of hers is a b***h and a half right now. Because she'll undo all of your gorgeous work, and you're just going to have to carve a new masterpiece from her flesh." he grinned. "Keep carving until she gives you what is rightfully yours." he encouraged Crow. He'd been thinking that perhaps, with enough pain inflicted, with enough trauma and perhaps her passing out he could force the succubus' power out of Angel and back to Crow where it belonged. But even that was a guess. For now, he'd just enjoy the sadistic twists and turns of their torment.  

[Mistress Crow Darkstryde]

"Oh We plan on it Lover" Crow's arms threaded through his, pulling him towards her forcefully. Her succubus power may have fallen to the wayside but Crow still remained the deviant she had always been. A paler, watered down version but she was still the Dark Lady that stole the heart of the God Yawgmoth and no flesh bag redhead would take that from her. Her claw shot upwards,sinking deep into the gut of her prey. When Crow's arm retracted Angel's guts came with them. Looking up at her work, the eviscerated Angel looked absolutely with her guts swinging below her. "Heal that b***h." Her attention on her Dark Lord, Crow showed him how much of a sexual deviant he had gotten his hands on.  

[Angel Miasma Omega]

Angel did the only thing she could do. She screamed. The ribbons of flesh were bad enough. The torrents of blood fleeing her body now was surely going to be enough to kill her. Crow needed more, Angel felt her Sister was aiming to pull the essence from her very marrow as the woman snarled in her direction. Yawgmoth only made things worse. Once Crow calmed a bit he worked her up again which only caused Angel's suffering to linger. She opened her mouth to beg for death when the scream came, the scream and the pain. Crow's fist was inside her, twisting, tearing at her insides. The pain was unimaginable, like thousands of hot coals searing through her. She felt tugging, but all the blood camouflaged the damage. Then she heard the sound of wet rope unraveling. Looking down, Angel watched her own intestines lay askew beneath her. The limited light around them dimmed, the sweet kiss of death was nigh. Angel closed her eyes and was ready to release her soul from it's mortal coil. But she blacked out, barley breathing, but still among the living.  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

As the viscera rained down Yawgmoth only laughed and embraced Crow in a passionate fire of affection he so rarely felt for anyone if he ever felt it for anyone at all honestly. Sadly their victim had blacked out and while he could do a great many number of infinite things in The Void he couldn't quite force someone's brain to remain conscious. If only. Instead he put his hands on the back of his Dark Lady's thighs and hoisted her up off the ground to meet him at eye level, his large strong arms keeping her smaller form easily aloft. "Let's pass the time with some fun while she's out and healing. Then her suffering can begin anew when she wakes." he grinned dragging his tongue over Crow's left cheek. The idea was two fold, one he just kind of wanted to have her. No woman had excited him like this, with or without succubus powers, ever really and on top of that, the kind of action they were going to get into might draw her power out and back to her. It was a long shot admittedly, but it was worth a try.