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Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Lilias felt at a loss. There was nothing she could do. She was at the mercy of these creatures, these heartless wretched beings that somehow skulked the village with their unbeating hearts. It was blasphemous, it was...she sobbed as they bound both she and Carysnewly healedand hauled them out into the open air. Most were gone from the roads, having left the heart of the village to tend whatever commotion had caused them to swarm and leave earlier on. Both girls recalled the oddity and now, in the clutches of these vile creatures, they knew the source of what called them all away. Carys hung limply in the one creature's grip, her body broken and sore. Every muscle ached from being gutted and abused, her body violated and torn. She'd never forget the moment or the look on his face as he took pleasure in feasting on her flesh as she failed to harness the rain. She heard thunder rumbling in the distance, the clouds dark overhead as they threatened to spill rain upon them all. But she knew it wouldn't be enough to clean her or her healer friend from the experiences they'd just had. Nothing could, not ever. The trek through the village seemed endless, each step agonized as their bodies bumped against the foul creature. Both Lilias and Carys could hear them hissing, laughing, reveling in their plunder. No doubt they thought them both a prize find. Carys turned her head slightly, glancing at Lilias who's eyes were frantic, wild with fear as she held onto the undead's arm. Once over the wall, Carys and Lilias knew they'd be severed from their life...once over the wall, no one was allowed to come back. Or, so they said. It was the law! They were thrown onto the ground, hard and cold, the wall looming behind them as they looked up into their captors' hungry faces. Lilias cowered beside Carys, her dark head tucking against her as they were forced to comply with their commands. Lilias? Carys whispered, her throat raw, sore. She looked at Lilias who shivered like a frightened mouse. Just what did the undead want with a healer? She arched a brow, but then thought back to what they'd made her doreviving her, allowing her to relive her moment...again. It was sick, it was twisted! Poor, sweet Lilias. This was a cruel fate for someone such as her. If only she could shoulder the burden. But it wasn't meant to be. Carys was unable to wield such magic, but from the looks in those undead eyes, she could see their hunger, their burning desire to feed. Did they prey on magic? Was it their chocolate treat? She shivered at the idea, wishing she could embrace her friend, run away, get them both out of the dark hell they'd stumbled into. I...I promise, Lilias chattered, her body trembling as she looked up into those sneering faces. No trouble, j-just...please... she begged. Please... though she knew her words held no meaning to them. She'd already seen what they'd done to Carys, what they could do again and again. More tears fell and there was nothing she could do to stop them from falling.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Ivana knelt beside Carys on the ground, grabbing a handful of her ass and parting the cheeks so she could see the mess that Crane had made of her. Dark seed still dribbled out of the girl's abused pussy, leaving streaks down her thighs. Letting go, she watched Carys's buns jiggle and she giggled. You really did a number on her boss, she said, leaving the poor girl to her own devices. I figure we have an hour before the breathers get their shit together enough to notice anyone's missing. They're probably all patting themselves on the back right now for putting out that stupid fire. Hear that? Crane said. Nobody even knows you're gone. No alarm bells, no nothing. And don't count on a guard patrol to save you either. We ate them before we even crossed the wall. There's worse things than us in the Dead Zone, and the only thing saving you from having your souls ripped out by a starving mind flayer is our good graces. Now, pull yourselves together, fix your clothes to where you can walk, and let's get moving.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

It was the worst kind of nightmare! A hell of hells! Carys wished she could make things easier for Lilias. It was clear that her healer friend was not coping well with this turn of events. The girl was all things gentle and innocent, always lending aid to others. She knew nothing of darkness and now was being thrust into the heart of it with no mercy. She supposed she was glad she was spared her own fate. Carys didn't think she's mentally be able to handle what had happened to her. She felt the vile ooze between her legs, her cunt so sore and torn. No, Lilias wouldn't have managed that brutal assault. Lilias stood up, her gauzy gown dirty and shredded. Despite her state, she still looked beautiful, an angel traversing through the depths of hell. Carys moved to hold her hand, something she appreciated greatly. They were a stark contrast, the two magesone with hair of the raven, the other of snow. Though rendered powerless due to their restraints, their magic flowed strongly. If only they could tap it, alert Sanctuary. But Carys knew the ghouls were right. No one would come. They were on their own. Prisoners of these beastly demons. Resigned to their fate, they followed without issue, though their hearts trembled with fear knowing they'd never see home again.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

The squad set out across the broken plains, heading toward the ghostly lightning storms at the center of the dead zone. As long as one went toward the silent thunder, they could never get too lost. Most tragedies befell those trying to get out, after all. Crane stayed in the center with the captives, Brick in the rear like a towering overseer. Ivana drifted between the flanks while the other females ranged ahead to scout for threats. A halt was called, and the male ghouls closed ranks around the two casters as a gaunt, starving mind flayer crawled across jagged rocks toward the only living minds it could sense for miles. Too weak to fight, the creature was put down without ceremony, and the column could move onward again. Ever seen one of those things? Ivana asked to Carys, lingering perhaps too close for the girl's comfort. They get their mouth tentacles all wrapped around your head and then slurp! They eat your brain right out. Doesn't work on ghouls, though. She didn't stray from the young caster's side as they walked, occasionally sneaking a little sniff of her magically-tinged scent and shuddering. Sorry, she said, though it really felt odd to be apologizing to a breather. But still, it was rare to have the chance at an unclaimed magic user. All the high value captives back at the citadel eventually became someone's property, Lilias herself already claimed by the prince, so a free agent like Carys was quite a hot commodity. Hey, do you like girls? she asked. I know, weird question at a time like this and you're probably not in the mood and all. But, like, what if I told you I could keep you mostly safe once we get back to the Citadel? You know...aside from a little snack now and then, I wouldn't hurt you. Just keep it in mind if-- Ivana listed to the side as Crane put his fist upside her head, teetering on one foot for a long moment before toppling into the dirt. Hands off, slut, Crane growled. The small column ground to a halt as their leader mounted Ivana and started beating her into submission. Black blood leaked from her nose and mouth when he was done, and he left her sprawled on her back to sort herself out and grabbed Carys by the throat. You're my take out, little mage. Don't you go getting any ideas to the contrary. Letting go of the small girl, he barked out an order. Five minute rest, then we move again. You two breathers, don't stray too far. Rolling to her stomach and crawling to her feet, Ivana shambled toward a nearby creek to wash the blood from her face with the cold water. She snuck a look over her shoulder at Carys when Crane was otherwise distracted, wondering if the young mage had understood her advance at all.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

A massive clawed hand rested on Lilias's shoulder as she cried, the enormous form of Brick settling into a crouch beside them. He was a stout tower of solid muscle with an almost fortress-ike look to him, as though he ought to have archers stationed on his rampart shoulders or wear a ballista as a hat. Comical was an apt word for his size, were he not a flesh-rending cannibal monstrosity. Despite his obvious and very menacing strength, his touch carried no immediate violence, and might be considered comforting in any other circumstance. His face, unreadable behind goggles and a bandana, remained utterly impassive as the stone for which he was named. You're probably wondering, 'why', he rumbled, his voice a deep and resonating basso. There was an out o place eloquence to his speech, with none of the hissing lisp the others carried. We ghouls can live off the meat of any sapient being, but just as there are grades of steaks, so too are there grades of people. Females taste better than males, for example, and certain trades or walks of life impart their own flavors. The smoky taste of a blacksmith, the refined subtlety of a scholar, the mingled flavors of a prostitute, these are all common tastes to be enjoyed. But mages... He paused and, hesitantly as though enforcing some inner discipline, he smelled the air beside Lilias. It was clear that he enjoyed the scent, but it was not quite the shameful slobbering of Ivana's advances. You mages are suffused with the flavors of your magic. A healer is perhaps the most eagerly sought of tastes, like a fine aged filet crusted with herbs. You, on the other hand, he said, turning and taking in the scent of Carys, might be a marinated ribeye seared and left bloody. A wonderful flavor indeed, but without the prestige of the fancier grade. Believe it or not, that works in your favor. I take it you've noticed our...hierarchical nature?
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

There was definitely more to these creatures than met the eye. It startled Carys to her very core, though a part of her wish it hadn't. It was easier to think of them as mindless, soulless, unable to think about anything except sating the unending hunger that burned deep within them. But now? Now, she wasn't so sure. Looking over at Lilias, she gave her a weak smile, anything to try and uplift her spirits considering their dire circumstances. The two mages sat there catching their breath and allowing, for the first time since being brutally dragged away from the safety of Sanctuary, for hope to fill them both. Carys just hoped it wasn't in vain. As worry began to set in, she felt a heavy hand weigh against her shoulder. She looked up and saw the largest of their captors. Lilias just shook where she sat, trying her best to stay strong, calm. Lilias closed her eyes as she listened to the largest speak. There was an odd way about him, almost a gentleness in his manner. He could've made a fine man if he hadn't turned into the beast before her. But what was done was done. He was beyond the reach of her healing powers now, forever altered. Changed. Not that her magic held any ground while they were en routethe ghouls had seen to that. No, all she seemed to be good for now was a nice spice and flavor to a very rich meal. When the largest finished his explanation, Lilias just nodded, her blue eyes watching Carys follow suit. She could tell her friend was thinking, calculating. The blonde had always been observant, astute at noticing everything. Yes, Carys said, her eyes narrowed slightly as they flit from ghoul to ghoul. I've noticed your hierarchy. I've figured out who's in charge here. A part of her wished it was the one speaking to her and still another the odd woman. But her eyes moved over the group and fell on the one who'd raped her. He was the one leading this rabble.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

In charge... Brick rolled the words across his tongue and laughed like a landslide. He was appointed. His first mission as leader. But I wouldn't call him 'in charge' as such. Still trying to prove that. Ivana staggered over to the impromptu chat, blood streaked down her face and her wig positively ruined. Shit Brick, I thought you had my back, she croaked, keeping enough of a distance so as not to draw Crane down on her again. Later, perhaps, Brick said, again with his words sounding far too educated for what he was. He's still 'in charge' until we reach the Citadel, whereupon I may perchance feed him his lungs, I've yet to decide. But what these breathers don't seem to know is that they can choose to whom they belong. Provided they're not claimed already, like our little healer here. I was getting to that when Fearless Leader sucker punched me. Ivana paused and glared at Crane as he surveyed the terrain ahead. Look, I know this whole situation is a shit sandwich, but I'm not quite as bad as him. My name is Ivana.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Carys and Lilias listened to both Brick and Ivana as they bickered, explaining a bit how their little group worked. Carys nodded her blonde head in understanding, feeling strangely at ease knowing that at least two of these creatures seemed to have some shred of decency flowing through them. She turned toward Lilias, the healer's face showing hope, a smile curving her lips upward prettily. A pang of sadness gripped her heart. What would become of her friend? They talked about those who were claimed and those who were not...just what sort of creature had right to Lilias? She hoped it was someone like these two. Not like the one who'd ruined her sex. It still hurt as she sat there, the black liquid from his earlier still wet upon her inner thighs. Carys smiled slightlya true smilefor first time since being abducted from Sanctuary. My name is Carys. She's Lilias, Carys said. Lilias leaned closer, her head brushing against Carys' arm. I am...claimed? she asked, her face blanching slightly. She looked over at the one who'd hurt Carys so brutally earlier on and shivered. Is...is... she swallowed hard and her eyes began to tear up. What is my fate? she whispered. Shh...shh... Carys tried to soothe. I'll figure out something. The mage looked up at both Brick and Ivana. Who has claim to Lilias? Will they be like...that one? she glanced in the leader's direction. And am I free to choose or truly his to take? Her face looked determined, ready. The time had come to plan. If this was their new life, then she would do whatever it took to make it the best it could be.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Ivana looked Lilias up and down, an appraising look the likes of which you'd give to a shiny trinket beyond your reach. Prince Malekith, she said, as if the name should obviously ring a bell. It was rather natural that the top-shelf breather would be reserved for a ghoul of high standing. One of the rulers of the Citadel, and our pateon. I've heard he's...I don't know, reasonably awful? Not the worst, certainly. The prince is an artist, Brick clarified. He chooses to dine on the finest stock. Lilias can expect no mercy, but neither is he an unbridled sadist like our friend over there. As for you, little Carys...well, it gets a bit political. Just one big dick-measuring contest, Ivana butted in, scooting a little closer to Carys to smell the young mage, but not letting her eyes wander from Crane. Brick sighed heavily at the crude analogy. Carys may declare for one of her captors upon our return, then one of us may sponsor her declaration, and then it falls to a vote, and there are more rules and...yes, I suppose it is a giant dick-measuring contest. He rubbed his forehead in annoyance at just how asinine the whole thing sounded when he tried to explain it. The process keeps us from falling on each other over the shiniest bits of loot. Otherwise we'd tear ourselves--and both of you--to shreds. Oh, Ivana said, I know you might be tempted, but you do not want to declare for Brick. After a hesitant grunt he admitted, No, you do not.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Lilias felt her blood run cold. Just what sort of manno, ghoulwas this prince? Her heart suddenly twisted in her chest and she longed for home. But home was a distant dream now, a memory that would grow faint and eventually vanish. A new life awaited her at some citadel and she'd become the prize possession of some creature that longed to revel in her misery and fear. Her eyes pricked with tears though she did her best to hold them back. Carys could sense the healer's unease. She hoped that this prince wasn't a fraction of the sort that Crane showed himself to be. It was difficult to tell what her friend was in for. Both Ivana's and Brick's descriptions were vague at best so all she could do was hope. Hope that somehow Lilias would find her inner resolve. She was too good to have such darkness thrust upon her. If she could find a way to shield her from it, she would. But she truly was at a loss. Looking at both Ivana and Brick, the two ghouls continuing their banter, Carys tilted her head. So, she said softly, her curiosity piqued when Brick mentioned he'd be a terrible choice. Why shouldn't I declare for you? Once again, she found herself smiling, an oddity given the horror of the day. As she smiled, she saw Lilias shivering beside her, rocking slightly and clearly worried about what was to become of her.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Now that was quite the question. As the young mage smiled at him, Brick felt uneasy. It was hard for him, given the extent of his hunger, the fathomless depth of his savagery, but he maintained himself by simply not thinking about it. Asking him that question, when he hadn't fed in a while, was like waving liquor in front of an alcoholic. He gave a couple more of his halting, hesitant grunts, his face still hidden behind his goggles and bandanna, but along his bald scalp the muscles of his jaw were clearly clenching and grinding. If you'll excuse me, I must go, he said at last, standing and hurrying some distance away to sit by himself on a rock, facing away from everyone. Brick is a really good guy, Ivana said, a hint of sadness to her undead rasp as she moved to block Carys's view of the brooding giant. Trust me, he really is. But...like, imagine that you were a monster. That's just what you are, you're terrible, something straight out of a nightmare, and that's just what nature made you. But you're smart enough to know just how bad you are, and you do your best to keep it in. That's Brick. He gets...hungrier than the rest of us, does these meditation things to keep his cool but when he feeds he just...damn. He goes way off the rails, and he feels terrible about it unless he's eating someone who likes it. It sounds weird right now but, I assure you, we can fix it so you enjoy being eaten. A little magic, a few potions, it's not as bad as all that. Unless you were owned by a raging sadist like Crane, she added silently.
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Carys frowned, tilting her blonde head slightly as she watched the brutish ghoul excuse himself. To think these creatures could hate what they'd become? She'd no idea and her heart suddenly twisted inside her chest. She listened to Ivana talk about how he only was truly satisfied when the one he ate enjoyed it...enjoyed? It had only been a few hours since Carys had been brutalized and consumed by Crane. And she'd hardly enjoyed that. But was it truly possible to enjoy being eaten...alive? Her blue eyes remained fixed on Brick. The ghoul wouldn't be able to deny his hunger forever. What then? Who would his victim be when the hunger grew so terrible that he'd have no choice, no alternative, no... Shaking her head, Carys' view of Brick was suddenly blocked by Ivana. There are ways to enjoy it? Her interest suddenly piqued. If there was a way to make things tolerable, enjoyable even...she'd certainly look into it. She peered around Ivana, her eyes finding Brick. She felt a strange pang inside her chest, her cheeks heating. I think I'd like to know more about this magic you have, she added. Her eyes lowered as she smiled. Lilias turned toward Ivana and nodded. Yes, please. Do you think I might be allowed this magic as well?
Thread: The Dead Zone, Ghouls and Gore (Squishypink x Darkangel)

Ivana smiled, though seeing Carys literally look right past her to get a better look at Brick broke her heart. All her old insecurities flared up and she suddenly felt like every bit the hideous monster. Still, she didn't try to block the girl's view, knowing full well that she wasn't anything to look at. Everyone up! Crane barked. We're moving out, double-time! Ivana helped the girls get to their feet and stayed with them as the group moved forward. Brick pulled rear guard, following far behind but never taking his eyes off the gentle sway of the girls' backsides. One great hand went to his stomach the scent of the magic-infused breathers had set his hunger rolling. Ivana spared a glance back at him, jealous and pitying at the same time. It's not a quick thing, she said, more of a treatment plan. The magic to make you enjoy it, I mean. It's something your owner will give you, if they want you happy. Daily doses of potions, an injection each week, and a little of your blood to make a phylactery in case you die. That's why I was saying you shouldn't declare for Brick. He's gonna be hungry when we get back and he can't stop himself long enough for the treatment to kick in. He'll have to go down to the slave farm and eat a few girls who are already prepped. She turned to Lilias, looking the healer over again with renewed longing. Damn, to think that she'd already been shot down by one, and that the other was claimed outright. The prince will probably give you the treatment, all things considered. He likes to do a lot of slow torture but he thinks screaming is annoying. I can't promise he'll hold off until you're ready, though. Up ahead with the forward party, Crane stole a hateful glance over his shoulder. That bitch Ivana was trying to horn in on his take out, and he had big plans for that little mage meat. There was still a little time before they reached the Citadel. With any luck, the whore would have a nasty accident.
Thread: When Crime Pays [Azecreth & Karigaya]

Roman hummed to himself as he relaxed in the darkness of his prison cell, stretched out on the bunk that was definitely not long enough. Beneath his feet he could feel the hum in the deck, from the engines which kept this ship flying and not crashing into the ground like a sack full of bricks. Light filtered in from the door, not a lot, but enough that he could barely make out things. There wasn't much else in here, just a place to use the bathroom, and that was it. This, this was his existence now. Roman Torchwick rested, he ate, and he was interrogated. He'd counted the bolts in the cell already, and badly wished that he had his top hat, Melodic Cudgel, or even just a cigar. But for some reason, Ironwood didn't feel like giving him such luxuries. So he'd had to stick it out and wait for an opportunity to get the hell out of here. Oh, he knew that Cinder had some sort of master plan, but a guy could only take so much of it before he got tired. Still, even if he did get out it wouldn't be easy. There was a bunch of people and who knew how many robots between him and a way off the ship, to say nothing of the stuff he needed to get back from Ironwood as well. So it was not a simple task, that much was obvious. But if anyone could handle it, then it would be Torchwick. He wasn't called a Master Thief for nothing. For now though, he relaxed, kept his strength up, and waited for an opportunity. If he could make it past their interrogations, then he'd be doing fine today. And that was all that mattered to him.