Dom's Initiation 7/5/09

[20:30] Domenico Paule finally comes to the camp, seeing the man behind, tight on a leash he quickly grabs him by the hair with a firm grasp, looking deep into his eyes before saying in a low tone. "Well.. Today is your lucky day.." He moves towards the cross before sticking his foot out, tripping him before harshly throwing his body against the cross. "Make this easier on yourself and don't struggle.." was all he simply said in a low yet serious tone. Moving to his hands he pulled them up above his head and began wrapping fiber around them and the cross, pulling tightly before tying off a secure double gorean knot.

[20:32] Nocra Neuman Her gaze roamed over the man in bindings that Dom had led into the camp. Her tainted smile broadened as she looked upon the warrior. He was tall and clearly muscular and she felt a sudden pang of pride ripple through her knowing Dom had done well to capture such a man. Knowing that had she been the one to down him ther would have been no possible way of dragging him alone back to Nykus. While Dom busied himself with securing his catch upon the cross, she headed off into her hut gathering the tools which she would need to preform his Initiation. Collecting a series of small metal files wrapped in leather and a bota of water she headed over to the fire to clean them making sure that they would be sharp enough to complete the task ahead.

[20:32] Spackle Magic grunted as he was pulled over open ground and into the cave like openening.. his eyes looked around the clearing and panic welled deep inside him, this wasnt a good situation.. his muscles strained as his powerful arms pulled at the bindings but they were secure.. his eyes narrowed and he willed himself to calmn as he attempted to think more clearly... he looked down at the small woman and noted the way she moved and the blood on her.. he caught a glimpse of her jagged teeth . it was then it hit him, these were the dreaded mambas. he had never seen them before and now was in their grasp.. his muscles tensed as the man grabbed his hair with surprising strength and he looked into his eyes as the man's face neared his and he spoke.. he knew showing fear of any sort would be fuel for the fire.. he grunted as the man tripped him and his hard body hit the cross with force, knocking the air from his lungs.. he was a bit stunned. his large hands clenched and released as the man forced them up and into the
[20:33] Spackle Magic: he shook his head and spoke in what he hoped was a calmning tone "so you are mamba" even to himself this comment seemed absurd, but it was what came to mind.. the only thing that seemed to come to mind as dread threatened to overwhelm

[20:40] Domenico Paule laughed as he listened to the man speak, the question was rather absurd but he kept the comment to himself. His icey hues looking deep into the depths of the mans own gaze, surveying them for any present fear as it would only add to the excitment. Saying in a low tone, almost a whisper he simply said. "No... Not yet.." those last words would echoe through Spackles mind frantically, that was only if he knew what was ahead. Looking over to Nocra, he had seen her preparing the files; a million thoughts running through his mind. 'Would this hurt?' He always wondered about how excrutiating the pain would be, others had almost considered it unbearable. Leaning down he slowly unclasped each buckle on the mans boots before yanking off the left and tossing it aside, then the right. Walking casually over to Nocra, he set his hand on her shoulder from behind and asked her softly. "Are you almost ready?"

[20:43] Nocra Neuman The heat of the fire seemed so intense yet comforting as she crouched beside the basin of charred and smouldering embers. The files reflecting the shafts of light making the crude devices seem even more intimidating. She waited patiently for Dom to finish securing the man and arranged a cushion for him to rest upon. The process would be a painful one for him, yet if she could endure it in the past...she felt no doubts that he could as well. Watching him walking towards her, a tremor of excitement swept through her veins like the evening tide of the thassa crashing against the shore. She had been waiting for this moment for what had seemed like an eternity. To finally see him gain full status in the tribe. Already her mind was plotting, knowing that her own status in the tribe would improve and that he could easily overthrow Itaki as alfa.
[20:44] Nocra Neuman A sinister smile framed her lips as she nodded and gestured for him to sit. Leaving the captive a few moments of silence for him to reflect upon the life he had lived before it would soon be taken form him.

[20:46] Spackle Magic felt a chill ripple through him as he heard the laugh.. his eyes remained rivited on the man's cold eyes as he spoke.. his own coffee colored orbs showed no expression but inside he was in turmoil.. fear, dread and panic combinded to create a tumultuous cocktail of emotion.. he took a deep breath and shook his head slowly as if saying his own not yet .. his lips never moved as his head fell back against the rough wood .."no.. not yet... no... not yet" no not yet for what? he felt bile rise in his throat as it became clear to him he was to be eaten.. that's what these people did, they ate human flesh. he swallowed hard as the man moved toward the small woman and his eyes were rivited on the two as they gathered near the fire. his brow furrowed as he noticed the small files laid out beside the woman and craned his neck to see what would happen.. disbelief coursed through him and he said a silent prayer to Odin that his was some strange nightmare and he would soon awake

[20:54] Domenico Paule sat down slowly on the coushin, almost as if he were going to get up and bolt out of the camp, but something kept his ass firm on that soft pillow. Looking deep into her nocturnal hues, he glanced slowly at the captive once more before allowing a dark chuckle to escape his throat, these were the last two who would see him as a 'tussie' that is with aligned, straight and blunt teeth. Looking to Nocra, he indicated that he was ready. Setting his elbows on his knees, he crossed his arms togeather and rested his chin on the top of his forearm in a much more comfortable positon. His lips curled in and exposed all of his teeth, he hoped that the enamel would flake away rather easily against the flared files... His hands clentched togeather and sweat began to eagerly bead up upon his flesh, glazing it with a glistening dew.

[20:59] Spackle Magic watched as his captor sat down on the soft cushion. his eyes squinted a bit as he attempted to determine what was going on.. he saw a flash of white as the man's teeth were exposed and wondered if the woman intended to treat the teeth in some way.. the muscles in his powerful forearms bunched as he pulled hard at the bindings, perhaps he could get away while they were occupied near the fire... a low growl of frutration rumbled deep in his chest as the shackles held true.. no give.. no escape

[21:01] Nocra Neuman She remembered the night of her own intiation so long ago. Her teeth had been filed right after reaching adolescence once all the baby teeth had been replaced by those of adulthood. Vividly recalling the amount of pain she had had to endure to officially become a full member of their cannibalistic society. Her stomach churned at the thought of inflicting him pain, of all people he was her mate. Normally she was emotionless when it came to the suffering of others, trained to feel no source of pity for the plight of another. It was not even uncommon for mamba to turn upon each other if it meant saving their own skin or advancing in rank. As he sat down upon the cushion she shifted over to his side and reached upwards to guide his head back until it lay upon the flats of her heated thighs. Wordlessly she stroked the side of his cheek in a display of affection, raven hues focused upon his offering her own strength fo him to draw upon.
[21:01] Nocra Neuman The tip of her finger flowed over his lips then inserted into his mouth forcing his jaws to widen and expose the twin rows of glistening teeth that reflected the light like a string of pearls embedded into his gums. Raising the file, she poised it against the back molars and began the tedious process of honing them into sharpened points. Carefully she worked trying to do so quickly....every few ehn she paused allowing him to spit the dust from his mouth and rinse before continuing. It took several ahn to complete the task and get them perfectly angled. Moving on to the canines then lastly finishing with the incisors. Once finished, she cleaned his mouth fully and rinsed away the final flakes beofre pressing upon his lips a kiss of encouragement. There was now only one step left in the process for him to claim his rights as a mamba. Her gaze slowly turned to the captive as her sickening smile darkened.

[21:07] Spackle Magic watched in a mixture of disbelief and horror as the mans teeth were filed to fine points.. FILED.. he fought down the bile rising in his throat as the man spat out tooth dust and blood time and again.. the pain must have been unbearable .. someone so desensitised would show him no mercy.. his pulling of the binding cuffs became frantic and sweat broke out over his body as he struggled like trapped animal

[21:17] Domenico Paule slowly allowed his head to fall back into her thighs, she was so small but as he looking into her eyes he meerly felt the courage being absorbed into his own person. His mind was running frantically, as the fire echoed throughout the mountainous walls of the camp he began sweating profusely. Feeling her finger gently press against his lips, he expected a kiss but suddenly his mouth was forced open, the cavity like a black hole as he awaited for the metal file to grind away at the enamel on his teeth. Feeling the metal inserted into his mouth, he closed his eyes... as he felt it drag along his molars he grunted and groaned without hesitation, he was a man, a warrior and a leader but it would have been nearly impossible to hide the pain. His facial expression twisted and contorted, the sound like nails on a chalkboard only driving him that much further into insanity but before he knew it his molars and canines had been completely filed into sharp points, (c)
[21:17] Domenico Paule: (c) her graceful movements were like a form of art, as if she were sculpting him to her own liking. As he felt the cool water flow into his mouth, he held it there for a moment before spitting it out, it felt like tin foil against a cavity at first but it quickly soothed the pain. Looking deep into his mates eyes, he brutally forced a smile to his lips before spitting the liquid to the side, the fragments of shattered teeth mixed with the water, dust and shards. He opened his mouth again, As he felt the metal touch his incisors, he gripped into her thighs unwillingly, his nails digging into her flesh but he didn't even realize. A single tear came to the corner of his mouth, it was construed from emotion and pain, his affection for her easily showed and so did the rigorous hurt. It felt as if Ahn's had gone by, but only a few actually did... He took in the last bit of water as she retracted the file from his mouth swirling it around and gargling it before spitting it out... (c)
[21:17] Domenico Paule: (c) Watching her set the file down he knew that she was finally finished.. He closed his mouth and felt the tips of his newly sharpened teeth dig into his tounge, grunting he opened as if he had forgot, it was a mistake that was not to be made again, the blood tasted...good. Feeling her kiss he smiled before pushing off the ground and standing to his feet, he slowly began walking over towards his captive, a laugh of insanity escaping plush lips as his icey hues turned nocturnal, staring upon his prey. (e)

[21:21] Nocra Neuman Lifting suddenly she rocked back like a flower blossoming beneath the heat of his gaze, her body shifted like a predatory being circling and stalking her prey as she spun around the fire. Her small frame lept over the lapping flames, twisting and turning as she darted over the hot coals in a tribal dance. Her hands curled like talons, scratching at the moons hidden above...restlessly and dangerously prowling like a hungry savage beast as she mimicked the movements of the tharlarion..the being that the mamba people had adapted themselves after. They were superior to goreans, higher on the food chain! They were fearless, cunning, barbaric...they instilled fear and terror into the hearts of many...into the heart of this captive who would soon lose his. Her head was thrown back as she continued the dance, her figure weaving through light and shadow as she spun wildly, her hair becoming unbound as strands lashed against her bare spine like the crack of a whip.
[21:21] Nocra Neuman Her feet pounded against the bloodstained ground as her body almost seemed to move in unearthly jerking but fluid motions. Suddenly her head was thrown back, teeth bared as she released a pent of aggressive cry like the catterwaul of unknown beasts then shouted in her rich schendi jungle accent; "Vusa amakhosi! Vusa amdlozi bo! Izwe lethu! Izwe lethu! Mhlaba wethu! Busa lomhlaba wethu. Tsatsi lahao lefihlile!" Her words roughly translating in gorean to sing; "Wake the ancestors. Wake the spirits. This land is ours. The land of the people. Soil of the people. Rule this land of ours. Your day has come!"

[21:24] Spackle Magic slowly shook his head in disbelief as he watched the scene conclude.. he quickly schooled his expression to show none of the panic and fear that was welling inside him.. his chest tightened and he found it difficult to breathe normally as the man approached him with the horrid jagged teeth... his eyes drifted over to the small woman dancing some tribal pas near them before panning back to meet the crazed gaze of his captor.. he knew then he was drawing his last breaths on Gor and soon .. very soon.... his life would end at the hands of these mad creatures.. he noted the blood on the man's hands and the heart tied to the woman's arm .. he lowered his head for an ihn before lifting it again proudly.. he looked into the man's eyes once again and spoke clearly, no emotion just a statement "you are mad" he nodded as if to emphasise the words .. he took a deep breath.. he would not beg for mercy that was clearly not fothcoming.. he had nothing more to say

[21:31] Domenico Paule lifted one of the rather large sacks of salt that were next to the barrel of Paga, walking over to the man he placed it over his legs before picking up yet another one and doing the same, stacking two on top of the mans legs, pinning him there. His prey was completely helpless, he didn't insert a gag, he wanted the screams to echoe throughout Nykus. He slowly withdrew his dagger from behind his back, the metal could be heard as it scratched against the sheath. An insane grin washing over his lips as he placed the flat edge of the blade against the mans lips.. "Don't be afraid... Your screams will soon be slienced.." He said, staring directly into the mans eyes he flashed his newly sharpened razor tipped fangs. ..

[21:34] Nocra Neuman She continued with the barbaric dance, her role completed with the filing of his teeth and now there was only her mate and his captive left to conclude the ceremony. Energy surged through her veins flooding her system with a rush of adreniline. Over the crashing sounds of her feet thundering against the pounded earth and the echo of her song reverberating from the mountains she cried out once more, this time the words raising in pitch and tongue and blended in with the returning calls of beasts roaming through the trees nearby. "Bayede baba. Siyakubongela! Shwele Domenico! We indodana ye sizwe sonke! Uzo libusa...Sikhokhele bo! Tsatsi lahao lefihlile!" Her chant was one of encouragement, to prove that she knew her mate held the strength to walk the line and cross it. To become what she was and more. She had sung; "We salute you. We are grateful to you. Hail to Domenico. You will rule....lead us! Your time has come!"

[21:36] Spackle Magic watched as if from a great distance as the man hefted bags of salt, placing them on his legs... trapped.. he was thorougly trapped and at the mercy of those who knew no mercy.. he ceased his struggles for he knew that they were futile and would only give pleasure to the man about to kill him.. he vaguely recalled animals he had killed for food and wondered if they felt this fear as well before their death.. he carefully kept his eyes devoid of expression but was unable to quiet the frantic beating of his heart.. his skin was flushed and his belly tensed.. beads of sweat formed on his upper lip and sheened his body as the man's dagger was unsheathed... he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand as the man neared him with the insane grin baring hideously sharpened teeth.. he took a long deep breath, knowing it would be among his last as he looked into face of madness.. the man's eyes were unaturally bright.. crazed... he heard the woman nearby and her song made his skin crawl.. he wondered
[21:37] Spackle Magic: somewhere in the back of his mind how many had gone through this terrifying death before him.. he closed his eyes and braced himself for his fate as prayers to Odin raced through his fear clouded mind

[21:53] Domenico Paule looked at his dagger in a murderous fashion, he was one who was rather artistic with his work; clean. As he tilted his head to the side, the shadows easily hid his complextion. He pondered for a moment before raising the dagger without hesitation, he looked over at his Mate, her body danced in such a graceful and tribal fashion. Grasping the blade, a dark and horribley sadistic smile washed over his face like the morning tide.. He placed the tip of the dagger against the mans chest before pushing in, he made sure not to penetrate any of the main arteries or veins just yet, he surely didn't want him to die on him. He slowly began to slice through each of the three layers of skin, first the epidermis, then dermis, and finally subcutaneous tissue before pushing aside the intercoastal muscles with finger. He continued to cut until the outline of a rather large and detailed square appeared.. the thoracic cavity falling onto the mans lap as if it were one board.. (c)
[21:53] Domenico Paule: (c) He grinned as his satanic hues studied the man's insides.. The blood didn't pour, he slowly pushed aside the mans bronchiel tubes before spotting the heart, he spotted it and didn't have to think twice.. It resembeled the one on his Mates arm. He took gentle care as he held the heart in his hand, it pulsed and the beat began to grow faster and faster. He gently pulled the heart out, the veins and arteries stretching like rubberbands as he made sure to keep it intact. He glanced over at his mate and then to the heart, looking one last time into the eyes of his captive.. He leaned down, ripping without hesitation as he felt each vein and artery slowly pluck off of the heart, the left and right pulmonary veins squirting blood relentlessly out of each side as the right and left ventricle continued to beat within his grasp.. He held the heart in one hand, rasing it towards the sky before brining the pulsing organ to his mouth, it opened and he quickly sunk his teeth into it expecting to chew, (c)
[21:53] Domenico Paule: (c) but his sharp fangs ripped right through it... His mouth quickly filled with blood, it dripped from the corners of his mouth while he continued to swallow large chunks of the heart whole. The aorta and superior vena cava were the last bits left intact in his hand, he thrusted it into his mouth and chewed, his razor sharp teeth shredding it into small fragments as he gulped it down and swallowed the last peice of the heart whole.. (e)

[21:58] Nocra Neuman /me Her body lurched forward, tipping towards the ground before her spine arched and bent back like a tauntly string bow. Her hips swung and rocked effortlessly in an almost alluring manner, like a seductive siren calling to the men out to sea leading them to their deaths with unspoken promises of sinful pleasure. Beads of sweat dampened her flesh, each droplet catching the light to glimmer upon her form like a cloak of precious jewels that highlighted and accented each shapely curve. Her limbs tensed like a coiled spring before she lept high into the air, once more hurling her small body over the sparking flames then landed harshly upon the ground at the other side as if she were chasing some unseen prey. She felt no remorse for the conclusion of the captives fate, having long since grown desensitized to such things. She had witnessed and partaken in thise ceremonies for countless years but none had ever held more personal meaning to her. This was the initiation of her mate.
[21:58] Nocra Neuman Once more a flurry of excitement buffeted her senses and the maddening tempo of her untame dance increased. She needed no instruments to guide her movements, relying upon the drumming of her own footsteps, the hissing and cracking sounds of burning wood in the fire, the uneven beat of the mans heart and the ragged breaths that surge from his lungs in rasping intervals. Orbs as dark as the moonless night radiated her pride and devotion as her head swung in the direction of the men, curiously watching for the next step that would finally conclude the ceremony and begin the feast. The instant that he plunged the blade in a downwards arch, she held her breath and then a cheer erupted from her lips and she bounded quickly over to him. The frenzy and bloodlust only fueling her mounting excitement.
[21:59] Nocra Neuman "Umyeni wami...Isithando sam.", she cooed before tipping her head upwards to kiss him, my mate..my love, she had uttered. The warm blood trickled over her lips, tainting the kiss as the taste of the unnamed mans blood invaded her mouth and blended with dom and her own combination of saliva.

[22:01] Spackle Magic gritted his teeth as he felt the razor tip of the blade against his warm skin, his eyes opened slowly and he looked up to meet the madman's gaze.. he had never turned from things.. never shut his eyes to pain and fear, but rather he faced them as a fighter.. a warrior and with pride and dignity. he caught his breath as the blade sliced into his skin, the pain wasnt as he expected, the blade was sharper,more intense.. this was pain like any he had ever imagined. he grunted and moaned as the first layer of flesh was carved holding back his screams, knowing the screams would intensify the man's pleasure... as the man began to carve muscle he screamed in spite of his resolve, unable to hold back.. his head fell against the wood cross with a resounding crack but the pain in his chest far outweighed anything else which could have happened to him. his head thrashed from side to side and he struggled as his flesh and bone were cut with precision. he looked on in horror as bone and flesh were pulled away from
[22:07] Spackle Magic: his body like some macabre door. more screams ripped from him as the man pulled his heart out of his chest in an almost gentle fashion. the blood pulsed feeding his organs and keeping him alive.. he watched as his heart beat.. his eyes filled now with horror and incredulty.. pain enveloped him, he knew nothing but pain in fact.. his mind refused to process what he was watching as the man plucked the beating heart from his chest cavity.. he was in shock but fully conscious.. blood still fed his brain and he was conscious and could see as the man sunk his hideous teeth into the beating heart to devour it.. his brain began to be blood starved as the man consumed the final pieces of his heart.. nothing made sense, but the pain was mercifully over.. he stared with glassy eyes as he watched the last of his heart swallowed.. his eyes looked down at the door to his body lying in his lap so neatly extracted.. colors burst in front of his eyes just before the darkness came to claim him.. his head fell to rest
[22:07] Spackle Magic: chin against chest as his body gave itself up .. his eyes were open and glassy, his fingers and frame limp.. he was no more

[22:10] Domenico Paule stood as the reminents of blood outlined his lips, the crimson staining his hand and the scent of iron was stronger than he had ever smelled. As he watched his Mate gracefully dance her way over to him he smiled and embraced her by opening his arms, only kissing her back as the blood transferred onto her own lips; he was a Mamba now, no longer and initiate. He gently set his arm around his mate, draping it over her shoulders as he stared one last time at the man who had done something for him that no other 'tussie' will have the chance to ever do.