Fallen World

So far:: Introductions

Included:: RAPE, YAOI AND RAPE!

~Loki



Pandemonium! People ran in every direction, hid in every crevasse and dropped down in every hole. The smarter ones spread out, while the less fortunate clumped together and were ripped apart. The coppery scent of blood was in the air, followed by the manic laughter of the Master’s as the played in their joy brought chaos.



“Run now!” Makalani, pushed Kata and Daithi to the side and flexed his claws.



“Brother! They’ll kill you!” Sekhmet screamed as she dodged another flying body.



“I don’t care! I’m not going to be food!” the raven headed Master landed in front of him, smiling coyly. The Catten struck, but was caught by the Master’s strong grip.



“Hello…’Lani. Guess where we’re going?”



“Nowhere you damned sadist!” He fought to gain control, his mind going wild.



“Now, now, we’ve done this before…best to just TAKE IT!” The Master brought his knee in to Makalani’s stomach. Hard. His wounds were ripped open, and he howled in pain.



“Falan!” The blonde came up next to him, dragging a struggling Daithi, “Are you ready?”



“I see you have your favorite, Binir.”



“I know…this one is so, tender.” Binir cradled Daithi’s face in his hands, “We’re going to have a good time, like always.”



They were both violently tossed into a dark room, and when the door slammed home, Daithi started to cry.



“Makalani? Are you there? I can’t see anything!” A hand touched his shoulder and he cringed away.



“It’s only me, I can see better in the dark remember?” Makalani wrapped his arms around the young fairy, pain ripping through his chest at the movement.



“You’re hurt again…I can-”



“No…you’ll need your strength…” Daithi slowly turned and faced his friend. His body trembled as he cried harder, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to stop what was coming.



“Don’t cry…”Makalani pulled Daithi to him, and petted the back of his head, “I won’t let them touch you, I swear.” He felt the tingling sensation of healing magic, but didn’t resist this time. He just comforted his friend in the dim light, wishing that the door wouldn’t open.



It did.



Dim lights came on around the room, and the Catten could see that they were on sheer rock. Both Falan and Binir were clothed in think robes, and both had their “toys”.



Falan held his faded whip, stained with blood, and equally stained handcuffs. Makalani recognized them all to well; it was just four nights ago when he was in them. Binir was holding several scarves of pink silk and a small silver dagger.



“How sweet…’Lani, trying to protect the royal blood?”



“Stay away from him.” Makalani growled deep in his throat, eyes filled with fire, “Take me instead.”



Both Masters laughed a haunting sound that echoed throughout the vast torture chamber. Even Makalani cringed at this sound.



“But…he IS my most favorite fairy.” Binir pulled Daithi from his friend’s grip. Daithi screamed and Makalani leapt at Binir. The fairy was thrown aside as Makalani punched Binir in his smirking face, then Falan was on him, pulling him back by his dirty blonde hair.



“Naughty kitty!” Falan cried and slapped the cuffs on Makalani, “Time for a spanking!” The whip was unfurled and struck the Catten’s muscular back three times. Unprepared, Makalani yowled.



“Soft little boy…”Binir cooed as he grabbed Daithi by the neck. The Master’s nose was swelling up wonderfully, but he still smiled on, as he tied the former prince’s wrists together, and gagged his mouth shut.



Falan lost his robe, revealing a sculpted body of creamy skin, and yanked Makalani out of his robes.



“Tan and white…like peaches and cream…” He put the whip around Makalani’s neck and pulled him close, “Shall we be easy or hard?” Makalani spit in his face, but Falan only laugh and spat back.



“That won’t be the only thing on your face when I’m done with you!”



“Anything that goes in my mouth gets bitten!”



“Do it…” Falan whispered in his ear, “And Binir gets your pretty friend’s hide as a coat.” He forced his tongue into the Catten’s mouth, reaching for the back of his throat. Makalani squirmed as Falan licked down his body to his pelvis and bit above his private parts. The blonde gave an unsurpassed shudder, Falan had taken him too many time before and knew all his spots to get him hard.



“No…” he moaned, but even his will couldn’t keep his manhood at bay for very long.



Daithi screamed against the silk clotting his mouth and Binir entered him from behind and began to pound his prostate. Tears fell in rivers from his amethyst eyes as Binir moans increased till they clawed at his sanity. He felt the reaching hand grab his own penis and begin the familiar hammering motion. The fairy shut his eyes tight, and felt his own sickly pleasure rise from under his gorge.

*****



“We can come out now…” Kata whispered as she and Sekhmet exited the small cave they had been hiding in. Kata gasped at the field of stinking corpses. The ground was drenched in blood; the smell of copper filled the air. She stumbled back and Sekhmet caught her arm.



“I don’t see my brother.”



“You don’t think…they got…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, thinking of the man who had been so nice to her, Daithi, the healer.



“I don’t think so, most likely…” Sekhmet looked up at the room on the top of the long staircase.



“Most likely what?”

*******



Binir came at the same time as his slave, the white splattering to the ground in front of them. Daithi went weak in the knees, sick to his stomach. He dry heaved as Binir took the rag from his mouth, and looked up his robber. The blonde only smiled wider at the pain reflected in those eyes, and pulled out the dagger.



“Now…lets drink.”



“Scream kitty! Scream for me you fucking pussy!” Falan raked his nails down Makalani’s back, erecting a scream from the boy. The Master ripped open the old wounds that existed on his tan back and penetrated Makalani, letting the blood seep onto his thrusting member. He laughed manically and slammed Makalani into himself, again and again, digging his nails into the soft flesh. Another scream, as the delicate area underneath Makalani’s curly white hair was ripped open. He was now out of breath, overwhelmed by pain, as Falan came; arching his back in ecstasy. He was tossed aside then, like a rag doll, and stayed down in defeat. Not far away he heard Daithi getting his, and then let darkness take him.





The sun rose high over the golden city of Heliopolis, and Makalani opened his eyes slowly. He was back, back in his humble abode, with it’s familiar sand walls and dirt floor. An immense joy spread in him and he laughed out loud.



“Daddy? Okay, daddy?” Mina, his four sun’s old daughter entered through the screened doorway.



“Yes, oh yes Mina! I just awoke from a bad dream.” He jumped out of bed, scooped up his daughter and danced with her around the room. She giggled with him as he kissed her smooth forehead and walked out into the main room.



There was Ket, his lovely wife, pregnant with another child and holding there two sun’s old son in her arms.



“Finally awoken then?” She asked, and he voice never sounded sweeter. He set Mina down gently, tears forming in his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Ket tightly, feeling Nami squirm out from under them.



“What’s wrong?”



“Oh…oh my love…I had this horrible dream, and you were gone.” He wiped his tears off in her long hair and sniffed, “Never leave my side, Ket.”



“Of course love,” She rubbed his back, making his tears manifest into deep purrs, “Il lence ko.” (I love you).



“Il lence ko.” Nami’s laughter made him look up. He had wandered out the door, and Makalani rose to get him.



“No, keep an eye on Mina, I’ll get him.”



“Sure.” He watched her figure, slim from behind, her white tail curving pleasantly, and suddenly, he felt a striking fear.



“Wait! Don’t go out!” But she had already left, and then, he heard the screams, smelt the blood and rushed outside.



Falan stood his hand through Ket’s heart and slid it into his mouth slowly. Her body fell slowly, as if underwater, and with it his headless son. He moaned slowly in horror and ran back inside. Mina was crying and he picked up her small body cradled her to his chest and sobbed.



“I love you, my little lotus flower…” He cried and pushed his claws quickly through her neck, causing a swift and painless death.



As his tears fell on his daughter’s lifeless body, he dropped to his knees and cut his own throat.



“Makalani! Makalani!” Daithi cried as his saw his lack luster body lie still under Falan’s shadow. He was losing too much blood, if he went any longer; Daithi knew he couldn’t heal him. Binir had finished with him and threw the small dagger at his feet.



“Finish your friend, I’m afraid Falan done him in.” Binir stalked from the room, naked and all, silk left forgotten in the corner. Falan threw the robe over his bare self, took one look back and shut the door behind him. This time, the lights stayed on.



Daithi looked down, and saw that he was still naked, in the sticky white puddle, and was violently sick. Wiping his mouth, he crawled over to Makalani’s side (it hurt too much to stand).



“Makalani…? Can you hear me?” The boy was a wreck, his face covered in a mixture of blood, tears and dirt. Crimson oozed from his chest, back, and from between his legs. He was moaning, caught in some nightmare, but then again, weren’t they both in the nightmare?



Concentrating, Daithi put as much healing magic as he could muster into his friend. When the white sparkles had cleared, the bleeding has stopped, but the wounds still looked as if they had happened days ago.



“I’m so sorry…if I wasn’t so weak, I could have protected you.” Daithi leaned in and gently kissed Makalani’s hot forehead.



“I’ll help you get better…” he whispered and covered his friend’s lower body with the remains of his clothes. Doing the same to himself, he heard the noise of someone coming.



Turning abruptly, he saw a dark haired man whose hair covered most of his face. He was dressed in plain black with no visible weapons, save for his face and neck. They were covered in a metal that overtook his mouth and part of his nose. In the center of the neck piece was a pink stone - which Daithi recognized as the ones that they were mining. The man motioned for him to come closer.



“Who are you?” No answer came, and the man motioned again.



“No. We don’t want anymore pain.” The man shook his head and held out his hands as if to say that he didn’t mean them any harm. He then gestured behind him, to a dark part of the cave.



“Are you…giving us a way out?”



The man nodded.



“How do I know that you won’t hurt us?”



The man stepped forward, and slowly approached Makalani. Under Daithi’s watchful eye, he unlocked the handcuffs and placed them on himself. Then he held out the key to Daithi.



“Alright, show us.” He took the key and the man threw back his hair. His eyes were completely dark, and Daithi gasped even though he did not understand what it meant. Picking up his fallen companion, he followed.



The way was dimly lit and the man always stayed in eyesight of Daithi. The walls often seemed to close in or widen out, like the cave was breathing, as it winded down to the exit. Eventually, for what seemed like a millennia, they came to a dead end. The man placed his hand on the rock and it moved aside. Daithi saw, that they were on the side of the long staircase and not a far walk from their home.



“Thank you!” He turned to the man, but the man was gone.





NEXT CHAPTER:: DARK LIT HOPE

Makalani is on the verge of death, not even Daithi's powers can stop the fever that now ravages his body. Kata goes to seek out some sort of clues to what the Master's weakness is, and finds a strange woman who needs her help. But, for what in return?