Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

Anton merely watched as Olivia turned her glance elsewhere, unable to meet the fierce glare in his eyes. By the brief glimpse he had of them, it was clear that she had been severely broken and thrown way out of her element. Hope was quickly fading, Anton knew the look all too well, and it seemed like it would never return to her. There was no greater sight or feeling that got Anton aroused than the utter loss of hope and liberty in a slave. The empty expression on their faces was a clear testament of what he was capable of, and the funny thing was he hadn't even gotten started. It was going to be a long night and an even longer week for Olivia. There was a brief knock at the door and Anton smiled before he raised himself up on his feet. He gave Olivia a stern look that seemed to say stay put and do not move before he turned and went to answer it. He opened it slightly, snatching the kit from the maid that brought it before dismissing her with a single word. The door shut ominously behind him as he approached Olivia once more, a white box in his hands with a single red cross on it. This he set down beside her and opened, revealing a single brown bottle with a clear liquid and several rubbing patches of all sizes. Taking the bottle, he opened it to release the stench of alcohol before he dipped it on the patch. This will burn and sting, but it'll only be worse if you squirm and move about. Now stay still, or after I'm done healing your wounds I'll whip you again and start the process all over. Anton said harshly, before beginning his work. At least he was considerate in how he ran it over her skin, but not very much so. An outdated and painful medical procedure would be like hell to Olivia, but it would prevent her cuts from becoming infected. Death might seem like a merciful release to her, but Anton was sure to delay and prevent it as best he could. It took him the better part of a hour, but finally most of her lashes were healed and patched up as best they could be. Anton hurriedly packed away the equipment before sliding the box somewhere under the single cot in the room. It would be needed at a future date of course, and there wasn't enough alcohol in the bottle for her to harm herself in any terrible way. Immediately after, he seized her by the neck and hair with his large hands and yanked her right up to her feet. Then grabbing her wrist, he tugged her along once more. The door slid open and out into the corridor they went, before moving through several more passageways into a small lab. There was a single steel bed in the center, with various tubes and wires jutting out of its sides and bottom. Many monitors and screens lined the room. Move! Anton shouted at Olivia, forcing her towards the bed and laying her down. With several long leather straps, he harshly pinned her body to the cold, relentless surface. Then the tubes and wires were connected to her body. The tubes had phallic endings to them, and he used these domed contraptions to penetrate into her mouth and vagina. The rest he placed over her body at various points, from her breasts, stomach, thighs, and knees. Above her was a machine, with various arms protruding from its center, the ends of which were sharp and needle-like. Strange fluids swooshed in their compartments as Anton stepped away from Olivia. Not a single word of explanation was given.