A/N: I finished writing this story today. No, it doesn't end with this chapter. There will be more. And there may even be a sequel or more written if I get enough reviews. And ugh, I'm sorry, I get tired of saying thank you and repeating myself, so: Thank each and every one of you who has ever reviewed, and does review, and will review, so much, and for all praise I receive, I appreciate it, more than you know, and I really do love you guys! And I apologize for future typos, because I hate those, too.
She Pukes Glitter: Oooo pentagram! Take a picture! And send me more recordings, lol. I just realized I haven't updated in a really long time, so here it is, though I added more since you saw it. I'll talk to you later.
akuma-river: If you feel too bad for Harry, just as a warning, you may not want to read more, lol, because…well, there's I think three or more "OMG poor Harry!" scenes.
James Skye: Never fear, there will be torture, and more. I promise it will change.
Rusted and Weathered: Oh, I know, being sadomasochistic is the highlight of my life…well, there's a ton of other things I love, too, but being sadistic is just so much fun. Hehe, if you're a sadist you are really gonna enjoy the later chapters. And the following, of course.
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Hades grinned tauntingly. "And why don't you?"
"You know perfectly well why, Hades torture is nothing without fear."
"Drink it Harry," Hades instructed. Harry looked up at him, eyes glazed, as if those three words were too hard to understand right now.
Hades smirked. "Drink it and I'll fuck you."
Harry grabbed the bottle and downed it. He shook his head, as if to clear it. We made it so it takes effect on instant, because you never know. He stared up at Hades as if seeing him in a very new, and very scary light. It was an interesting combination, because he had the look of someone that had been very, very thoroughly kissed, and you could see how aroused he had been by checking his pants.
"Get off of me!"
"I'll make you a deal," Hades whispered, face almost touching Harry's. "You open your mouth as wide as it can go, and I'll get off."
Harry hastily opened his mouth as far as it could go, and Hades rolled off of him, though I could see he was itching to jump his bones.
"Good boy." I knelt down again, and the second he saw the bottle, his eyes went wide again, remembering why he didn't want his mouth open, and clamped it shut.
I didn't have to say anything this time. Hades climbed onto him again, and attacked those thoroughly kissed lips. I mean literally, attacked, forcing his tongue through those unyielding lips. Harry must have bit down, hard, because Hades made a small noise and put a hand next to his head, settling onto his body a little more, and pressing his considerable size right into Harry to get the full terror we both wanted.
There was about two more seconds, and then: "I'll open, I'll fucking open!" Harry yelled against Hades' mouth.
Hades laughed and pulled away. "Aww, too bad."
"Frankly, I'm surprised you lasted that long," I said, studying him for a moment. Blood was flowing out from inside of his mouth, and from his now very swollen lips. He had the shell shocked look of someone who sees their first real glimpse of Hades, and what he can do. Besides his newly renewed terror of Hades, he had looked into those glowing silver eyes and seen that Hades wasn't bluffing, he never did, and that he would rape him right now, right here, and damn, would he love it.
Occasionally people try and appeal to our better sides, along with the usual pleading, and sobbing. Stupid people, that is. People who can't look at our faces and clearly see that neither of us has a better side.
I looked at Harry, and knew he was not one of those of those dumb fuckers, and was glad. I thought better of him for not doing so.
Hades set to work cleaning the blood off of Harry in long, lingering strokes of his tongue, still pinning him down with his body, hands holding down Harry's wrists. Harry whimpered and struggled furiously against Hades, until something prompted him to change the whimpers into an all out scream.
"Hades," I said, very half-heartedly. I wanted to torture Harry, without a doubt, but it's really hard to argue when a sexier-than-life demon has a beautiful, screaming, struggling young man and is licking the blood off of his mouth. Whatever protest I had died on my lips as I watched them, and was soon forgotten. The fact that I could see every bit of it and was level with them just made me harder.
Hades raised his head long enough to say, "We have to get the blood off his mouth or it'll make the bottle's opening slippery." Trust Hades to find a logical reason to clean the blood from the mouth of his victim using only his tongue. His eyes had gone that way that they often did in our games, pupil swallowed in the glowing silver pools. This happened when the more animalistic side of him comes out, triggered this time by the taste of Harry's delicious blood.
I waited patiently while Hades finished licking the blood from his lips, and then the inside of his mouth, with some creative ways of doing so. It takes longer than the movies pretend it does for the flow of blood to stop, especially when someone is "cleaning" it from the source of said blood. It would have been shorter to simply let Hades make the blood stop (he's demon, keep that in mind) but this way was more fun for both of us. Probably not for Harry, judging by his screams. Well, I'm sure he would have screamed if he had the chance, but Hades' mouth was covering his, and all he managed to get out was something that people don't really have a word for, because people don't watch people be tortured and scribble down the noises that aren't the traditional words. For the record, it's a combination low moan, high pitched whimper, and muffled scream.
Hades licked the last of the blood from his own lips, and stood up, taking a step back. "Your turn."
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"I'd say finally, but that would imply I didn't enjoy the show." I stepped over, and gave him a good and thorough kiss. I came away with the taste of Harry's blood in my mouth. "And I did." I glanced down at Harry, who was inching towards the door again.
"Stop that!" I said, snatching him up and threw him to the ground, bringing my foot down on his chest. He tried to breathe, but the wind had been knocked out of him, and it didn't work very well. "You just don't give up, do you? Hades, put the fucking door back on, and next time just kick it open if you're too lazy to turn the damn handle."
He looked at me, and smiled sweetly. "Say please."
I glared at him, but it was my fault, I had given him something too much like an order, and Hades didn't like orders. "Please put the fucking door in its place."
"That's better." The only reason he listened at all to me was if the order suited him. If it didn't, he'd think of one he liked better.
"Abra cadabra," Hades said lazily, already walked over to us. I glanced at the door, and a new, harder, thicker door fit for a dungeon like ours was in its place.
Harry was still relearning how to breath properly. "Open wide, Harry, and this is the last fucking time we ask you. Next time, I will staple your upper lip to your nose, and your lower lip I will feed to Hades. Understood?"
"What – bout teeth?" he gasped. "Can still shut teeth."
I rolled my eyes. "I'll rip them out, one by one, and smash your fucking jaw with a sledge hammer, so you have nothing to close. Now open wide."
He opened his mouth widely, for once.
"Smart choice." I took my foot off of his chest and knelt down beside Harry, while put on leg on one side of Harry, one on the other, straddling him and effectively pinning his body. He put his hands on Harry's arms, and ground them into the floor hard enough to make Harry gasp.
I positioned the bottle at his lips, and tilted the bottle into his mouth, the black liquid flowing down his throat. He choked, body rejecting the demon blood, trying to make it come back up.
"Swallow," Hades ordered.
Harry made a noise in his throat that might have meant, I can't!
He started choking actively, body twitched, as he struggled not to swallow it and to swallow it at the same time. I stoked his throat, and held his head up so that he could swallow it more easily.
He screamed, but it came out as a gurgle, and he was forced to clutch at his throat and be silent as the blood went down. "Burns!" he managed to gasp out, as I paused to let the liquid go down before putting any more in. He started to make a great amount of noise, and he made a valiant attempt at doing anything not to swallow it, so I had to tip it all the way in so it went down faster, as he thrashed around wildly, eyes rolling, tears spilling from them. Nothing hurts like a burn, especially on the inside of your throat and your organs.
The bottle emptied fairly quickly, down his resisting body. We stood back and waited, and then his chest started to heave, and it was clear his body was going to try and empty itself of the blood. I pounced on him, covering his mouth with both hands.
"Hades!"
Hades handed me a small tin of sewing needles, striding over to help me. This had happened before. Unfortunately, human bodies are ill equipped to hold any amount of demon blood, and this much was pure poison. So the bodies basically did everything they could via the mouth to empty themselves of the vile stuff. Vile to them, that is.
Hades held Harry's lips shut, once again pinning Harry's shaking body so it wouldn't kick us or disrupt us while we performed our "operation".
Hades held out his palm, which was filled with small needles, his other hand covering Harry's mouth, as he shook violently, arms clawing weakly at Hades. Hades moved so that he was sitting on Harry's chest, and on his arms.
I had to do this quickly, unfortunately, because he was trying both to scream, say something, and throw up all over us at the same time. I stuck the needles in the lower lip, and into the upper one, those ravaged lips spurting blood again, all over my hands. It was a little difficult inserting the last needles in, because my hands and the needles were slippery with blood, and Harry was really not liking this. But in the end, his mouth was very pretty, stuck with silver needles, effectively shutting his lips completely, and the blood was a lovely decoration. The needles hurt, but what was going on in his body hurt so much more, it drowned it out.
We stepped back once more, as he started to go into convulsions, making a high pitched noise in the back of his throat, over and over again, and fast as he could draw breath. And so the blood sets in.
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