Vile – Chapter 1 – The Heap by SinfulOblivionII

“The warm slathering of sanguine nectar upon thy porcelain skin shalt rejuvenate the hollow of darkness within which your soul should but does not reside, for if the void of spirit is bereft of all but the bitter chill of nothingness cantankerously defying one’s own desires it should be cast aside and filled to the very brim by freshly siphoned blood. Upon thy I shall bequeath servitude not of my own rightful rule but unto they own self’s bequest of eternal loyalty to the ivory throne of the White Spire upon which the Lord speaks to you now; thy are of no use to the throne shouldst thou wither to a deprived husk of one’s own pathetic, lingering sorrows and desires.” An indescribable being beset of piercing ivory plate embedded within pale flesh ascended its hideous, lanky form high above the ivory throne in which it had previously rested, its faceless face gazing vacantly upon the flesh ensnared skeletal figures kneeled before it yet ever focused into their agonized consciousness. Its unearthly, rasping voice bore deep within their minds like a writhing, ravenous parasite ever striving for deeper feeding as it continued to etch demands. “Cast from thy own realm by death each of ye hath risen within the confines of the White Spire by mine own hand, eternally bound to this sanctuary in irreluctant service as insatiable payment for a continued existence beyond the veil of true death. I set forth thy worthless corpses beyond the Spire, given new flesh so thou may seeketh thy own internal flames so as to become something of value beyond harvest for maggots!”The spindly, gnarled fingers of the towering figure swept forth and curled towards the collapsed piles of undeath, and each of them cried out in chilling agonized cries as the burning penetration of nails not present savagely tore into their nerves just before raking the remnant flesh from bone into heaps across the ivory floor as the ivory “Lord” withdrew its claw in a ripping motion, steadily bathing in phantom blood from tip to knuckle. Crimson nails rose skyward as the pale one’s hand lifted, and from the floor beneath the undead bones cold, black blood enveloped the skeletons and painted them in steadily freshly growing flesh. Bone-like ivory stripped itself from the surrounding throne room’s interior, swarming and encasing newborn flesh in all but the naked torso and groin with armored shell resembling the bindings of a slave; the head was all but entirely enclosed as the final shreds of renewed organic matter took form beneath in the form of eyes and lips, the former of which being all that was exposed through thin, vertical slats running down the contour of the ivory mask. The room filled with the sound of new life taking deep breaths, panting heavily as if they had been starved of oxygen for an eternity, and again the hideous voice terrorized their minds; “Now… thy shall rise. Begone from here and do not return until thy vacant soul drips with the nectar stolen as sustenance to banish the returning grip of death.” Spider-like clawed fingers flared forth in violent dismissal, and the cold ivory floor beneath the weakly standing servants crumbled into sand-like grains and sucked them down below; their sudden terrified screams quickly muffled as they vanished within.

Thirteen soulless humans bound in bone and new flesh fell through a seemingly endless void of darkness, littered in grains of ivory that snowed abound them with no bottom in sight; nearly all of them were screaming in the terrifying bewilderment of what they had just witnessed and the uncertainty of their fates, while only three remained in silence. The sounds of sobbing echoed through the void as a seemingly young woman curled against herself the best she could, only eclipsed by the manic terrified cries of a youthful male voice in complete panic, desperately reaching out for anything to grasp and slow his fall but finding nothing but dissolving grain. A man of middling age, one of the few who remained silent, shifted his weight so as to grow closer to the tearful woman; he reached out and grasped her arm, pulling her in close and embracing her against his chest. The young woman resisted at first, but the feeling of his beating heart soothed her and she soon grasped tightly to him, her bone-plated fingers tightly squeezing against his arms as she laid her head just beneath his collarbone. The tears steadily came to an end, her sobbing growing to silence, and in this instant one of the others called out; “LOOK! I see something down there!” Each of the falling thirteen swiftly directed their vision beneath them, and each of them saw it; a faint glow in the distance, rapidly growing closer and revealing a vast mountain of what looked like ashes. “Brace yourselves!” cried out the comforting man, still holding the young girl securely in his arms, now curling his entire body around her as to protect her from their landing. Clouds of ivory dust burst skyward with each impact, their bodies diving deep into the mountain and tumbling rapidly downward. The best he could the man could not maintain his grip of the girl he so fiercely protected, and she came rolling down just behind him; as they came to reach the bottom, their forms resting on the unexpected cushioning of fresh grass, the girl fell atop his frame and quickly hugged him as tightly as she could.

Soon each of them found themselves resting in the dust littered grass at the base of the colossal mound that had saved each of them. “I-is everyone alright!?” An older woman called out to the group, a forced lilt in her voice betrayed by inescapable concern as she made her way to each of the strangers. A staccato of voices in varying tones rose in reply, all of which acknowledging safety and, most surprising of all, seemingly complete lack of any injury whatsoever; “How are we alright? W-what the hell is happening!? Where are we!?” The younger man who had desperately sought sanctuary in vain as they fell was now pacing around drowned by a deep mania, his body bathed in sweat as his chest pounded rapidly at the pace of his racing heart. The older woman approached him and reached out to touch his shoulder, trying her best to sooth him as a grandmother would to her grandchild; but shortlived this was, as the man swiftly pulled away from her hospitality and continued to scream out his myriad of queries and fears before desperately collapsing to his knees, soon overtaken by his own deep sobbing; “W-hy is this h-happening… where a-are we…? We’re all gonna d-die here…..” Again the older woman made an approach, this time refraining from contact, and spoke softly, “Let us calm down and think rationally… I am sure there is a reasonable explanation and we will be alright.” The words did little to phase the woeful man, his body shaking wildly and his head slumped down to his knees; “…There is no reason here… you all saw it! You saw that thing! You felt what I felt!” He rose to his feet and turned, grabbing the older woman by her arms as his voice grew to more of a shrieking, “You saw it! You felt it! We all did! Why were we bones!? What the fuck was that thing up there!? How did we fall through the floor and where the hell are we!? What is going on!?” The bone plating of his fingers began to dig into the old woman’s wrinkled flesh and a trickle of blood began to swell; the woman winced but ignored the pain, instead opting to pull the young man against her and stroke his hair; “Shh… just try to stay calm, dear. This isn’t helpi-”

The younger man forcefully shoved the woman away from him causing her to collapse against the heap of ivory dust, his voice now rising to a scream, “Didn’t you hear me you old bitch!? This is not normal! You have no reason to think we’re okay! This is not okay!” Almost everyone had now closed in to watch the conflict between the man’s freak out and the comfort of the older woman, all staring in silence unsure what to do; one of them, a darker skinned man with a powerful frame who had until then remained quiet, approached with a dominate gait, “The fuck do you think you’re doing pushing an old lady like that?” The larger man gripped the one in panic by his arm and jerked him to the side, his booming voice matching his fierce glare; “You need to calm yourself down or I’m gonna do it for you!” The cowardly man tried to free himself from the darker man’s grip but it was entirely futile; he cowered in a trembling demeanor beneath the goliath frame before him, “See!? This is the kind of thing I’m talking about! Somebody help me! Please! Get this beast off of me!” Though his face was hidden by the ivory mask everyone could tell the larger man was gritting his teeth in anger, and just as it seemed he was going to strike he let out a deep sigh, paused for a moment, then threw the younger man against the grass. “Nobody’s gonna hurt you unless you do something stupid, you need to calm your ass down and shut the hell up. You ain’t helping anyone freakin’ out like this!” There was a long silence as the cowardly man laid beneath the other in a thick sweat, his breathing rapid and labored as he spoke in a softer, depressed tone; “…We’re all going to die here…”

The timid woman, now laying atop of the man who had comforted her, pressed her mostly naked body tightly against his own; her leg draped across his thighs as she smiled through her mask at her protector. The protective man slid his arm around her shoulders and embraced her, slipping his plated fingers through the strands of brown hair that draped over the young woman’s collarbone from beneath her enclosure. Gently the young woman moved her hand across the broad, firm chest of the man who held her, and as their gaze deepened so to did their bodies. Climbing atop the manly frame of her desires the brunette fell into a straddling position; she could feel his considerable manhood stiffening against her crotch, and as if synchronized his hands gripped her hips while she started to press herself downward. The thickening length of his shaft pushed upward, the young woman’s swollen mound wrapping around its girth as her moistening tenderness slid along the pulsing meat between her thighs. Soon the swollen head of his cock found its way to her entrance, and with a soft gasp the young woman, no longer timid, pushed down to allow him to penetrate her. The couple’s bodies quickly took to a powerful rhythm, the hard shaft pulsing deep inside the woman’s embrace as it spread the pink of her lips, each of their hips ramming against the other’s as their bodies grew warmer and their breaths became heavier. With each pounding motion the brunette’s perky breasts bounced lightly, her sweat dripping across their curves as the man took them into his strong hands, and before long he lifted her up and flipped her onto her back into the grass. Her pale, soft thighs wrapped around her lover’s hips like a belt, pulling his thrusts into her immediately as he began to drive his hardened manhood deep inside her again and again, and as their climaxes approached they each let out deep moans of pleasure. Thick, hot strands erupted into the young woman’s body as she tensed around her lover’s body and cried out deeply, and soon after they collapsed to the grass. Embracing one another once again, the woman nuzzled her head into the man’s chest and they fell asleep; off in the distance a pair of eyes watched every moment of the couple’s passion, but nobody seemed to have noticed.