Horvath and Drake have been celebrating for three days. For three days, it's been whores, booze and drugs. They parade me around the room humiliating me. One of Horvath's spells ensures I can't speak, unless he commands me to. I barely feed me and I've been feeling weaker than ever.
Horvath's taken over the top three floors of some hotel in Tokyo...at least I think it's Tokyo. The last thing I remember before waking up here was the bathroom in New York and now...I can't even ask what Horvath has planned for...but I don't like the look he gives me.
Three days of celebration but now everything's quiet. I creep out of my room slowly. The windows and doors are locked of course. The living room is littered with empty scotch bottles, used condoms, cigar butts and more leftover food than I've had in the last three days. I gorge on it first, keeping an eye out. The LED is switched on, the PS3 hooked up to it is humming loudly as highlights from the last FIFA game play onscreen. Apparently Horvath won. Wonder if you could use magic to win games.
NO! Focus, Dave! First I need to find a way out and then free Balthazar. I wonder where the morganians are. The master bedrooms are on the upper floor of the suite and they seem dark. Suddenly I hear whimpering. Sounds like an animal pleading for mercy. More like begging. I slowly make my way up the stairs. I can hear another voice, a strong voice full of mock and delight...Horvath, "You really want to kill him that badly?"
"He's not worthy of being in your presence", I hear Drake's voice, "And I just don't like him. Let me do it, you can watch...I know you like that"
"Your a fucking cock tease" Horvath's voice, almost a growl. I inch around the half-open door and peer in. The room is dark, very dark. The windows are open, overlooking the city and the moonlight flows in, giving the room a murky glow. It's a bedroom, the men are in the front of the room. Are they...yeah...their completely naked.
Drake is down on the ground, he's doing something I can't see. I inch closer and then I can see he's licking Horvath's feet. He licks the toes, then grabs Horvath's foot and raises it, burying his lips in the under-arch. I can hear kissing noises from across the room and I feel disgusted.
"Thank you thank you thank you master...I haven't felt energy like this..." Drake speaks while working his way up Horvath's legs.
Horvath smiles as he takes another swig from the bottle of scotch "Well being around for 2000 years does give you a lot of time...to practice..."
"But the power...it's incredible...anything you want master..." Drake mummers. His face is buried in the groin area now and I'm glad I can't make out what he's doing but from the noises, it sounds like Drake won't be speaking for a while.
"Deeper, apprentice...deeper" Horvath groans. Drake buries his head deeper and shakes it. Horvath smiles, "Now you've done it, you little imp...I'm gonna need your ass again"
Drake's head pops up, his face full of eagerness, "So soon? Anything you want master...against the wall?"
Horvath gets up, circles around Drake. He grabs one of Drake's arm and lifts him up like he was a rag doll, then throws him on the couch. Drake quickly scrambles around to get into position before Horvath has to it. Horvath grabs Drake's hips and raises him up, until he's just in front of groin, Horvath is a tall guy after all.
Then Horvath reaches down and plays with Drake's ass for a moment, reaches down to where I couldn't see to guide his cock in. Drake is on all fours, breathless with anticipation. He can feel that cock coming in for the kill. Drake's scream confirms what I can't see, a harsh primal scream accompanied by his body's suddenly jerking forward as it tries to make way for what I'm now thinking must be a very big cock. Horvath's thrust are indifferent, merciless to Drake's scream, he just continues to pummel into Drake as if he was rubber.
Drake seems to be loving it though, even though he's red in the face, sweating and biting his lips to keep from (screaming?).
"Oh God...fuck...fuck...fuck that hurts" Drake groans through the thrusts which seemed to just throw his body around the bed.
"Does it?" Horvath asks, then pulls out. I can tell from the popping sound. Just as Drake's body seems to relax, Horvath thrust back into Drake's ass, going deep with one powerful thrust. Drake screams and turns his head around. "You love hurting me don't you, master?" he asks with a smile, all the while Horvath is pumping into his ass, they resemble animals more than humans right now. There's something bestial about Horvath's movements and I could see his back ripple with underlying muscles, each time he plunged into Drake.
Horvath reaches down and grabs Drake's hair, "You know you love it, cock sucker"
"Yes...YES I DO" Drake screams as Horvath does the pull-out, thrust-in cock-stab again. He does that four times more, each time getting a smaller reaction from Drake. That apparently bores Horvath, he proceeds to push Drake deeper in to the soda and climbs on top of him. All of Horvath's considerable weight must be on Drake now, I felt repulsed. However, it wasn't long before I'd be under that weight myself.
Horvath's really pounding into Drake now, working that ass, moving his hips around, thrusting from different angles. He seems to enjoy causing Drake pain. Drake, pinned under Horvath's weight, can't move around much but he was trying, although more out of ecstasy that pain, it seemed. Until Horvath grabbsDrake by the back of his neck to keep him still, "Stop MOVING!"
After that Drake stops struggling and lets Horvath pound away at his asshole for a few more minutes, his pale thin body disappearing under Horvath's bulk. It seemed like its never going to stop and a part of me just felt horrible for Drake.
"Oh god...your ripping me up" he moans, more out of pleasure than pain though. No wonder how happy he sounds, I could (try to) imagine what his asshole must be feeling right now.
"What's your name again?" Horvath asks without turning around, he's still thrusting into Drake.
"Dave" I hear my mouth say. (Fuck! The spell!)
"Enjoying the show, Dave?" Horvath asks, his voice strained with exertion. I mean, he MUST'VE been exerted out by now. He'd been going at for a while.
"Why are you doing that to him? You've been with fucking girls for the last 3 days...What do you want with me?" I use my allocation time to ask as much as I could.
"Let's just say the Morganian branch of magic has a different view of how apprentices...should be disciplined and taught", Horvath says, and then he's talking to Drake again, "You don't mind, do you?"
"No" Drake's shaky voice is coming from beneath Horvath, "Anything...you want"
"Anything?"
"Yes..yes...anything"
I realize Horvath is muttering something under his breath and I get a bad feeling. I feel a shift in the air as Horvath grunt loudly, and slams in Drake filling him up. And I feel it. I don't how or why but I can feel Horvath cumming inside Drake's ass. It was messed up. Horvath keeps pounding cum into Drake's ass, which I'm thinking must already have been full. Horvath, lays on top of Drake, spent. I realize the hair on my arms is standing. What the fuck was that spell?
Harvoth pulls himself out of Drake and walks over the bar, he starts mixing a drink. Drake slowly gets up with a confused look on his face. He looks around and then notices me.
"What...what is that?" he asks me, still confused.
"Umm..."
"That feeling...like...I'm...I'm...hollow" Drake looks at me, still groggy. What did that spell do to him?
"I think the word your looking for..." Horvath comes up from behind Drake, "...is empty". Horvath breaks Drakes neck in a second, I barely see it but I hear the crunch. Drake falls to the floor dead. I want to scream out but I can't open my mouth because of the damn spell. Horvath settles into a lazy couch, obviously enjoying my silent panic. I realize now that Horvath is dressed...when did that happen?...what exactly was that spell? I point to Drake's body, making loud gestures.
"Because I got what I needed from him. He was of no longer use to me"
"Didn't seem like it" I blurt out. Finally, apparently I can speak after Horvath does.
"He was...convenient...up till now" Horvath muses, sipping on a cup of coffee...I have no idea where that came from, "But I needed his...being"
"His being?" I ask
"His morganian being, the part of his body and soul that was purely Morgana Le Fay...he was a descendent after all" Horvath says, pointing to Drake's naked body. This man was a lunatic.
"And what are you gonna do with it" I ask terrified, looking down at Drake's skinny pale corpse and imagining my skinny, not so pale corpse in its place.
"Why, I'm gonna put it into you, Dave" Horvath says, smiling, "One tiny bit at a time...otherwise you really won't survive the process...and I don't wanna make that mistake again".
Horvath turns the lamp on and the room lights up. It's the first time I see him clearly. He is dressed as impeccably as ever. He seemed to have caught up with this century's fashions. A charcoal grey custom-cut suit, steel-grey brand tie and size-12 Italian leather shoes that probably cost more than my annual rent.
"I'm not going to become your apprentice"
"Actually you already have...Balthazar transferred you to me"
No! That couldn't be true, "WHY?"
"He knew it was the only way to save you...smart decision, really..." Horvath says, playing with his cane. He looked at me with his cold eyes, I saw nothing good for me in them, "now you will become my prime morganian"
I'd figured as much by now. Drake had been the last living descendant of Morgana Le Fay. I realized I could not speak again, apparently I'd missed my chance.
"Come here" he orders.
I stand where I am, staring back at him.
He slams his glass on the table and stands up, "Come here" he says, almost in a whisper. His eyes bore into me. I shuffle over to him quickly, I realize I barely come up to his chest. He's at least a foot or two longer than me and a lot bigger. Before I can do anything else, one of his hands clamps around my neck and its only then I realize how big his hands are. I'm thinking of trying to fake passing out when I realize he's looking into my eyes. My eyes find his. I never notice how blue his eyes were...and really deep...and really cold. I mean sub zero cold, they were dead eyes.
"Your not ready yet" he drops me to the floor. That doesn't sound nice.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
He walks out of the bedroom, he's making his way to a room on the further left corner. It turns out to be a library. He starts taking books down from shelves, some without even using his hands, "Morganians comes from pain and suffering, we are born of hate, not of love and unity like u weaklings"
He turns and gives me a hateful look, "You?...your a spoiled rich brat, born in a time of luxury. You've never felt pain and suffering...but you will...don't worry about that"
He sees the fear in my eyes, "I'm going to take my time breaking you in, take some time...to stretch you out" he said the last words with enough glee that I knew what he was talking about, "We have all the time in the world. No one's coming to get you"
"Now go sleep"
I shuffler off, thinking at least I'd find some peace in sleep. But the dreams...they were the worst part.
I have a pretty good idea where I'm heading, hope you guys are not expecting a good over evil story. Not sure how far to take the torture though...as always reviews and comments are always helpful.
