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Chapter 68 Last Chance
Darkness Chapter 68 Last Chance
Key had hoped in the beginning that his magick would help him to escape, but he soon learned that was impossible for his new evil Unholy Master had placed a powerful enchantment on him that prevented him from fleeing or fighting back. Then, at first, he had believed that his Darkness would come for him and free him soon, but so many days past and no one came to save him and all his hope started quickly to fade, as his cruel captivity continued and more and more he was put to a terrible use with only pain and torment his daily companions.
The horrifying inhuman monster kept him naked and chained within reach daily. Using him repeatedly for both sustenance and pleasure, sometime at the same time. Laughingly the vampire elf said “penetration only made Keylyn’s rich blood even sweeter!” Incidences of tiny brief false mercies only made things worse. The fragile elf boy felt himself mentally fading quickly from the constant brutal perverse attention of his abuser that left him weak drained and pining for death. True mercy and compassion only came when he was allowed to sleep and dream. But then he would wake up to the dark reality of his existence, and his loud multiple panic screams would escape and leave him raw and hoarse, for he realized then his sought for mercies were only possible in his dreams… and not real, not even a little bit for this castle that was his personal hell. His screams were quickly and cruelly stopped by whomever of the master minions was closest enough to kick and bruise him into a painful senseless silence.
Seeking death was his only choice he decided, so he endeavored to starve himself to make it a reality, but his captors his caretakers the master’s minions, quickly caught on to his intentions and counter his efforts by forcing food, cures spells, and various intoxicated drugs forcefully down his throat. And if he even dared to fight back and puke them back up, they would keep at it and would even beat him bloody providing him more harsher punishment and more pain, if it was possible, till he finally had to gave up and surrendered to them willing. Allowing them to use even more cures on him so that his graceful willowy fragile body would once more appear to remain healthy, pristine and beautiful like it was once. So he could continue to serve the Elf Lord as the perfect sexual personal plaything and food source that the evil master demanded him to be. Key could not escape his fate, no matter how hard he tried and some times there were days when his treatment was to be even worse than usual. Maybe his body lived and endured despite the constant abuse, cruelties and repeated cures, but his mind was slowly dying one day at a time.
He soon learned that his foul beastly Vampire Master knew no human-like restraint what-so-ever, for one time after rich meal with great quantities of strong wines the arrogant evil Master in a rare generous mood, evidently just to amuse his high level officers… had Key striped naked and tied spread eagle over the one end of table, so his even his most intimate parts was displayed for all to see, where upon the officers were ordered to make use of him as they pleased, all the while the laughing Master sat looking on making one suggestion after the other on what they should do to him. Key soon lost count how many times they made use of him until he screamed, or what the dozen or forced him to endure one man after the other from the intense tearing pain, which made most of his sanity flee, only a brief distant part of his mind remained aware and floated above the scene watching as he was being used over and over until he saw numerous wet streams of blood start to flowed down the back of his legs. Then he heard the amused loud voice of the master called a sudden halt to the bloody endless rape.
“Enough my Officers, its foolish to waste all his lovely rich blood. MY turn now, Bring him to me so that I might feed off my lovely pet since you thoroughly warmed him up for my use, his blood should exceptionally sweet by now.”
Key still partial delirious and bloody from the previous extended many multiple violations start to plead wildly, as two of his previous abusers untied him from the table lift him and dragged him over to master throne. The master briefly held up his hand to make them pause as he parted his long silk robes to expose his already erect rigid massive manhood and then he grabbed Key from men holding him and ruthlessly dragged him backwards into his lap, at the same time the master thrust his cock violently into the boy’s already torn soiled bleeding violated opening. As simultaneously Key shrieked in added agony as long sharp fangs bite down into the side of his throat and a large cruel hand wrapped tightly around his torment weeping cock and continuously ruthlessly squeezed it until his blood-tinged seed was forced to spill out. Key whimpered as he felt the life being slowly drained from him as those sucking fangs buried themselves deeper and deeper into neck. He had hoped the monster would drink him dry and at last it would be over, but it wasn’t to be, no matter how much he wanted it to be…His horrible master showed just enough restraint that he survived for many more days after that, only to experience many more days of the endless hellish torment and horror.
He was in hell, and he would serve in this hell as El’llissinor’s’, prey, slut, and toy.
Until he took his last breath…. if Darkness had really truly loved him even a little bit, he would have come by now and saved him. Surely his fate was doomed… for whatever time he had left, which wouldn’t be for much longer. The vile monster sucking fangs each time seem to drain and feast a little longer and harder on his tender body leaving him even more weak each time he was done, Keylyn knew his days were numbered and he craved impatiently for the end to come even sooner.
In the beginning when he was first captured, his abuse was almost minor in its intensity and one of Keylyn’s ruthless elf caretakers enjoyed tormenting him with tales of gossips of how he would be used to increase the master evil power even further. Apparently the Vampire elf had tried to use him against his mothers family, or even sell him back to them for political influence and gold because he might be the so- called missing heir with his special eye and hair color, the rumor was his mother’ elf family denied it and laughed in Elissonor’s face and told him they had no need for weak inferior by-blow, that Keylyn’s mother defiled and lowered herself and slept with inferior male with little or no Power, whither it be political or magical, so what did they want with an elf whore whose magic was inferior, who was raised by humans and lastly let himself be used and fucked by a lowly human wizard and keep as his pet slut. Despite the color of his hair and eyes they denied his blood … and utterly denied that he was the missing heir they sought. They laughed and told El’lissinor he could damn well do, as he liked with this Keylyn, that he was no part of their family. A day later Keylyn’s abuse began in earnest, for the Master beat him, raped him, and feed on him until he lost consciousness and was left soiled and covered in his own blood and the Master’s seed. Thereafter this sexual abuse seemed almost a daily occurrence, which ended with Keylyn’s tortured cries of pain and agony… until the oblivion of unconsciousness mercifully claimed him.
It seemed his life would end up just like he started, with no one wanting him. Broken and half mad with grief and pain Keylyn had giggled out loud when heard from one of master’s servants that evil El’lissinor had been refused by his mother family, Just as his human family didn’t want him, now his mother Elvin family didn’t want him either. It appears now his only true destiny was death… perhaps death wouldn’t be so bad. At least he’d be free of this awful pain and suffering.
In the present: A sated El’lissinor having feed on him, and fucked him completely senseless for what seemed like several hours. The brutal mage then concluded his evening of pleasure by proceeding to chain the exhausted Keylyn like a dog to an iron ring in the middle of floor of his bedchamber. The last thing the Elf vampire mage ever did was lower himself to bother to explained his personal reasons for doing things especially, to his lowly boy slut and then he left the room without another word.
But tonight this time for a odd rare change Keylyn was lucky, normally he was left naked chained on a short leash to a table leg overnight in a cold room, for this time he had a thick fur rug to lay down on in front of a burning fireplace and even his chain was long enough so he could reach fresh water and even a tray of left over food if he wanted it, and most important of all Keylyn’s chain reached the chamber pot in the corner if he needed it. Last time he had accident because he couldn’t help it, one of the master servants beat him severely until he couldn’t stand for almost week, along with having his face was rubbed in the mess just as if he was a dog to be trained.
Even though it might be a useless effort, a desperate Keylyn decided he would try once last time to call his fire magick since he was alone and no one was there to stop him trying, but first he would eat a little of food to give him strength, then he would focus his mind and just check and see … perhaps the enchantment that had been placed on him might have weaken just little bit over time since it had been placed on him while ago. Perhaps he would be lucky this once, for a change, after all it wouldn’t take much of a fire to set the bed cloths on fire then if he was lucky the whole room and maybe even the castle. The idea of taking the evil Elissonor down with him in death might be worth the trade. What did have to live for no one wanted him. Weakness and death were catching up to him; quickly he might not have another chance. What did he have to lose, not a damn thing. It would please him to get some sort of revenge and it would be a better end than just dying slowly without fighting back at all. Yes it certainly wouldn’t hurt to give it a try, one last time!
Key had hoped in the beginning that his magick would help him to escape, but he soon learned that was impossible for his new evil Unholy Master had placed a powerful enchantment on him that prevented him from fleeing or fighting back. Then, at first, he had believed that his Darkness would come for him and free him soon, but so many days past and no one came to save him and all his hope started quickly to fade, as his cruel captivity continued and more and more he was put to a terrible use with only pain and torment his daily companions.
The horrifying inhuman monster kept him naked and chained within reach daily. Using him repeatedly for both sustenance and pleasure, sometime at the same time. Laughingly the vampire elf said “penetration only made Keylyn’s rich blood even sweeter!” Incidences of tiny brief false mercies only made things worse. The fragile elf boy felt himself mentally fading quickly from the constant brutal perverse attention of his abuser that left him weak drained and pining for death. True mercy and compassion only came when he was allowed to sleep and dream. But then he would wake up to the dark reality of his existence, and his loud multiple panic screams would escape and leave him raw and hoarse, for he realized then his sought for mercies were only possible in his dreams… and not real, not even a little bit for this castle that was his personal hell. His screams were quickly and cruelly stopped by whomever of the master minions was closest enough to kick and bruise him into a painful senseless silence.
Seeking death was his only choice he decided, so he endeavored to starve himself to make it a reality, but his captors his caretakers the master’s minions, quickly caught on to his intentions and counter his efforts by forcing food, cures spells, and various intoxicated drugs forcefully down his throat. And if he even dared to fight back and puke them back up, they would keep at it and would even beat him bloody providing him more harsher punishment and more pain, if it was possible, till he finally had to gave up and surrendered to them willing. Allowing them to use even more cures on him so that his graceful willowy fragile body would once more appear to remain healthy, pristine and beautiful like it was once. So he could continue to serve the Elf Lord as the perfect sexual personal plaything and food source that the evil master demanded him to be. Key could not escape his fate, no matter how hard he tried and some times there were days when his treatment was to be even worse than usual. Maybe his body lived and endured despite the constant abuse, cruelties and repeated cures, but his mind was slowly dying one day at a time.
He soon learned that his foul beastly Vampire Master knew no human-like restraint what-so-ever, for one time after rich meal with great quantities of strong wines the arrogant evil Master in a rare generous mood, evidently just to amuse his high level officers… had Key striped naked and tied spread eagle over the one end of table, so his even his most intimate parts was displayed for all to see, where upon the officers were ordered to make use of him as they pleased, all the while the laughing Master sat looking on making one suggestion after the other on what they should do to him. Key soon lost count how many times they made use of him until he screamed, or what the dozen or forced him to endure one man after the other from the intense tearing pain, which made most of his sanity flee, only a brief distant part of his mind remained aware and floated above the scene watching as he was being used over and over until he saw numerous wet streams of blood start to flowed down the back of his legs. Then he heard the amused loud voice of the master called a sudden halt to the bloody endless rape.
“Enough my Officers, its foolish to waste all his lovely rich blood. MY turn now, Bring him to me so that I might feed off my lovely pet since you thoroughly warmed him up for my use, his blood should exceptionally sweet by now.”
Key still partial delirious and bloody from the previous extended many multiple violations start to plead wildly, as two of his previous abusers untied him from the table lift him and dragged him over to master throne. The master briefly held up his hand to make them pause as he parted his long silk robes to expose his already erect rigid massive manhood and then he grabbed Key from men holding him and ruthlessly dragged him backwards into his lap, at the same time the master thrust his cock violently into the boy’s already torn soiled bleeding violated opening. As simultaneously Key shrieked in added agony as long sharp fangs bite down into the side of his throat and a large cruel hand wrapped tightly around his torment weeping cock and continuously ruthlessly squeezed it until his blood-tinged seed was forced to spill out. Key whimpered as he felt the life being slowly drained from him as those sucking fangs buried themselves deeper and deeper into neck. He had hoped the monster would drink him dry and at last it would be over, but it wasn’t to be, no matter how much he wanted it to be…His horrible master showed just enough restraint that he survived for many more days after that, only to experience many more days of the endless hellish torment and horror.
He was in hell, and he would serve in this hell as El’llissinor’s’, prey, slut, and toy.
Until he took his last breath…. if Darkness had really truly loved him even a little bit, he would have come by now and saved him. Surely his fate was doomed… for whatever time he had left, which wouldn’t be for much longer. The vile monster sucking fangs each time seem to drain and feast a little longer and harder on his tender body leaving him even more weak each time he was done, Keylyn knew his days were numbered and he craved impatiently for the end to come even sooner.
In the beginning when he was first captured, his abuse was almost minor in its intensity and one of Keylyn’s ruthless elf caretakers enjoyed tormenting him with tales of gossips of how he would be used to increase the master evil power even further. Apparently the Vampire elf had tried to use him against his mothers family, or even sell him back to them for political influence and gold because he might be the so- called missing heir with his special eye and hair color, the rumor was his mother’ elf family denied it and laughed in Elissonor’s face and told him they had no need for weak inferior by-blow, that Keylyn’s mother defiled and lowered herself and slept with inferior male with little or no Power, whither it be political or magical, so what did they want with an elf whore whose magic was inferior, who was raised by humans and lastly let himself be used and fucked by a lowly human wizard and keep as his pet slut. Despite the color of his hair and eyes they denied his blood … and utterly denied that he was the missing heir they sought. They laughed and told El’lissinor he could damn well do, as he liked with this Keylyn, that he was no part of their family. A day later Keylyn’s abuse began in earnest, for the Master beat him, raped him, and feed on him until he lost consciousness and was left soiled and covered in his own blood and the Master’s seed. Thereafter this sexual abuse seemed almost a daily occurrence, which ended with Keylyn’s tortured cries of pain and agony… until the oblivion of unconsciousness mercifully claimed him.
It seemed his life would end up just like he started, with no one wanting him. Broken and half mad with grief and pain Keylyn had giggled out loud when heard from one of master’s servants that evil El’lissinor had been refused by his mother family, Just as his human family didn’t want him, now his mother Elvin family didn’t want him either. It appears now his only true destiny was death… perhaps death wouldn’t be so bad. At least he’d be free of this awful pain and suffering.
In the present: A sated El’lissinor having feed on him, and fucked him completely senseless for what seemed like several hours. The brutal mage then concluded his evening of pleasure by proceeding to chain the exhausted Keylyn like a dog to an iron ring in the middle of floor of his bedchamber. The last thing the Elf vampire mage ever did was lower himself to bother to explained his personal reasons for doing things especially, to his lowly boy slut and then he left the room without another word.
But tonight this time for a odd rare change Keylyn was lucky, normally he was left naked chained on a short leash to a table leg overnight in a cold room, for this time he had a thick fur rug to lay down on in front of a burning fireplace and even his chain was long enough so he could reach fresh water and even a tray of left over food if he wanted it, and most important of all Keylyn’s chain reached the chamber pot in the corner if he needed it. Last time he had accident because he couldn’t help it, one of the master servants beat him severely until he couldn’t stand for almost week, along with having his face was rubbed in the mess just as if he was a dog to be trained.
Even though it might be a useless effort, a desperate Keylyn decided he would try once last time to call his fire magick since he was alone and no one was there to stop him trying, but first he would eat a little of food to give him strength, then he would focus his mind and just check and see … perhaps the enchantment that had been placed on him might have weaken just little bit over time since it had been placed on him while ago. Perhaps he would be lucky this once, for a change, after all it wouldn’t take much of a fire to set the bed cloths on fire then if he was lucky the whole room and maybe even the castle. The idea of taking the evil Elissonor down with him in death might be worth the trade. What did have to live for no one wanted him. Weakness and death were catching up to him; quickly he might not have another chance. What did he have to lose, not a damn thing. It would please him to get some sort of revenge and it would be a better end than just dying slowly without fighting back at all. Yes it certainly wouldn’t hurt to give it a try, one last time!