No Way Out

A Party For Ravus (Pt 2)

⚠️TW⚠️ This is a pretty intense chapter. You've been warned.

The duke walked up to his dear pet as one of the hired thugs forced Ravus's jaw open to stuff a gag into his mouth. He would be forced to watch, but not allowed to speak. His head was held up, making him gaze at the slave, and forcing him to watch. The duke made sure that Ravus would watch every second of torture inflicted upon the slave. He would make sure that Ravus knew that it was because of him that the slave was being tortured, just as it was because of Ravus that Taylen had been chained and subjected to hours of torture from dozens of people. The duke shot a single glance at Ravus, his lips creased with a sinister grin before he reached for and untied the gag and let it fall away from Taylen's mouth. This way Ravus could hear every little noise the slave made. And then he began his slow, deliberate assault, starting with the very whip that Ravus had used the last time. Said whip was lashed hard and fast against Taylen's back and rear. This time every groan and gasps of pain was heard. Every noise that left Taylen would be heard for once. Only when blood dripped from the slave to puddle on the ground did the duke finally put down the whip.

Of course, it wasn't even close to over yet. Next was a long, slender cane. The first strike with it was dealt to the slave's lower back as hard as the duke could swing and Taylen cried out from the force of the strike. Many more of the same intensity followed. The duke focused several of those strikes against Taylen's already very tender rear. It caused Taylen to tremble and the duke struck harder when the quiet sobs of his slave were heard. They were music to his ears and he wanted more. Then the duke turned Taylen around and unleashed the same treatment to Taylen's chest and stomach and even the front of his legs. Many more open cuts and wounds joined those already decorating the slave's skin. Just for his pleasure, one particularly hard hit was delivered to the top of Taylen's thighs and right over his sensitive parts. The extra hard last caused the skin to immediately split and Taylen to scream. It was the most sensitive part of his body after all, and it was more so with the burns from the last party. The duke moved on and used an assortment of tools, whips and canes, floggers and paddles. He beat the hell out of his slave, making sure not to miss a single part of the slave's body. Even the most sensitive part, in which he took a whip to until the ribbon he had so carefully wrapped around it hung in tattered pieces. He burned through three large candles with violet wax, focusing on the most tender spots of his slave's body.

Taylen had no choice but to accept the beating as always, but his master seemed much more angry. He couldn't help but to cry out in pain since the gag was removed. The repeated lashes to already tender skin was enough to make him sob uncontrollably. Tears soaked the blindfold and fell to the floor. The duke used many different whips and canes and paddles, and every single lash was felt because of the mist. He screamed when the cane was lashed across his thighs and crotch and trembled under the weight of the pain. More cries and screams followed when the duke focused on his most sensitive area with a whip. His entire body felt raw in a way it never had and then came the hot wax, dripped into new wounds. It was especially hot and it burned the exposed nerves. Despite all his cries and screams though, he never once asked the duke to stop. It was a big clue as to how broken he really was.

The duke took his time, making sure Ravus saw everything and heard every scream or gasps of pain. And then finally, he put down the last of the toys he had brought. Taylen was tied with his arms and legs far apart. He let his icy gaze linger on Ravus for a long moment. He wanted the man to remember that this was because of him. That it was his fault. He picked up the stool he had set aside and swung around toward Taylen as hard as he could, the stool legs held out. They connected hard with Taylen's right knee and forced it backward. A loud, delightfully sickening snap was heard and Taylen's lips parted for the loudest scream of the night. It had only been a few hours, and now it was his favorite part. He repositioned his slave, making him bend over a chair and tying him in place, hands and feet spread far apart, Taylen's right leg at an odd angle. The clothes he had dressed Taylen in before hung in tattered pieces around his body and on the floor. And then the duke slammed into Taylen over and over. He held nothing back and absolutely shredded the slaves insides to match his outsides. Blood dripped to the floor. Taylen had lost his voice long before from everything the duke had done and his throat was raw too. The duke continued his assault, claws digging into the slave to hold him in place as he violated him. He went until he'd satisfied himself several times and was still going when the bolts to the rings in the floor were ripped out of the ground and Taylen and the stool fell over. The duke leaned down and dragged the slave up by his hair and basically threw him at Ravus. Taylen landed in a crumpled heap on the ground in front of the nobleman, and the duke walked toward Ravus with a sadistic grin on his face. "This is all on you. If you had left my dear pet alone, he wouldn't have had to suffer this much. You did this to him" The gag was ripped away from Ravus's mouth. "This is what happens when humans touch things that aren't theirs." The word humans was basically spit out. Taylen still lay on the floor in an unmoving, tortured and bloody heap. "Don't ever touch what's mine again, or next time he won't get away off so easy."

Taylen cried some more as he was tied to the stool and violated. His leg hurt.. well, his everything hurt. Even this went on longer than it ever had before until the rings were literally ripped out of the ground. And then he was picked up and thrown forward. He had no way to catch himself so he fell off the raised part of the floor and to the stone floor just in front of the noble bound to the chair. He had no energy to move and he couldn't. He lay there, plagued by immense pain, unable to move, barely able to even breathe as the duke addressed the noble. He wasn't even able to pass out.