Every fucking tag you can imagine, by the end of it. Every depraved thing being done to men and women of all ages in every way my mind can think up.

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PART 1

The landing craft touched down in a wide bowl of porcelain, made from human bone and decorated with intricate dark red drawings in blood, depicting all manner of torture and atrocity. As the jets of the landing craft touched these drawings, they instantly ignited and burned away, leaving a pall of sickly sweet smoke. The ramp in the crafts belly opened after a minute, and the three passengers disembarked, and were lead by one of the senior brothers to a metal portal overlooking the bowl. As soon as the door had closed, the landing craft took off again, and another door opened. A brother emerged, followed by two robotic, walking frames to which were strapped a 10 year old boy and a 9 year old girl, each in an obvious state of distress. The brother walked out to the centre with the frames, then he opened his leather pouch of tools, containing a variety of paintbrushes and scalpels. He walked over to the girl, and made a shallow cut across her belly. She screamed as he dipped the paintbrush in it and began to paint a new design.
The visitors were led down a long, gently sloping corridor towards a reception area. Like every part of the temple, the walls were decorated with human remains: bones, leather and plasticized corpses, all artfully arranged, the agony of their deaths clearly written into their faces.
The reception room was a wide, circular chamber set all around with high gothic arched windows, filled with stained glass scenes depicting various methods of torture, killing, rape, mutilation and so forth. Men and women of all ages were shown being dismembered, whipped, sodomised, branded, dissected, drowned in filth or devoured alive by beasts or by brothers and sisters of the order of agony, whose natural teeth were extracted and replaced with razor sharp, unbreakable artificial fangs bolted directly into their gums.
The sister superior was obviously getting on in years, even with rejuvenation treatments. Her robe would have been pure white when she was a novice, but was now stained almost black by years of spilt blood, vomit, excrement and who knew what else. Her face looked almost kind, topped by short grey hair, if had not been for her rows of even, needle sharp teeth, and the fact that her eyes, as was the custom with her order, had been tattooed black. She wore no ornaments apart from a thin gold chain round her waist, to symbolise her rank, which gleamed even though it was crusted with dried blood in places. She was accompanied by two novices, their robes only lightly spattered, who carried her tools in rolls of human leather.
“Ah, Count, pleased to meet you.”
“The honour is mine, your holiness” Count Glacondo said, bowing as graciously as his ornate coat would allow. His two companions, his recorder and personal bodyguard, nodded their heads.
“I must say it is as a pleasure to have such a distinguished visitor. I am afraid to most of the ruling council what we do here is seen as a...’necessary evil’” she chuckled “Though all seem to appreciate the necessity of what we do here, few ever pay us a visit”.
“As you know, your holiness, what goes on here is not for most people. It takes a very special breed of person to do what you and your brethren do, and an equally special breed to ah” he licked his lips “enjoy it.”
The sister superior smiled “You are an admirer of the foul arts?”
“Oh indeed, since a young age. That is what has prompted this visit really, to tell you the truth. Otherwise our business might have easily been conducted over commlink.”
“And what is your business, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Well, that is simple enough. We are taking decisive actions against the rebels in the northern spiral arm, and we want you to step up production”
The temple of agony was, in fact, the most potent weapon in the empires armoury. In deep space, most battles are fought via psychic warfare, by attacking and burning out the minds of others over vast distances, overwhelming them with fear, pain and despair. Unfortunately, most people, even the best trained psychic warriors, find themselves hard pressed to create images and sensations of sufficient power to reliably assault any enemy. In the early days, soldiers had been carefully selected for their perverse appetites, and had constantly consumed the most depraved pornographic material imaginable to prepare them for battle. However, even hardened as they were, many of them were damaged themselves by the indescribable filth they were constantly bombarded with, and grew more open to enemy attacks.
The breakthrough came with the perfection of the psychic transmitter and the psychic battery, which could store psychic impressions till they were ready to be used. The first experiments were done with enemy prisoners. By attaching a transmitter to a prisoner, and then threatening him, beating him, etc. And then routing this through a system of batteries and transmitters, you could create violent bursts of negative psychic energy that could be directed by a psychic warrior, without burning out their mind. Necessity provoked further, more extreme experiments. Mortal terror, rape, torture and unwilling death were all found to be extremely potent. But the supply of prisoners was not infinite, so a new source would be required.
The solution was the temple of agony. It stands alone on a remote, barren world. In its vast underground networks of cells, human beings, created from cloned stock, are bred in unimaginable filth and squalor. With psychic transmitters placed in collars round their neck, every agonising instance of their lives, as they are tortured, raped and ultimately killed in an infinite variety of ways, is collected and weaponised for the empires military forces. The quality of the pain and its variety being of utmost importance, the temple is also used to solve a social problem. It’s brothers and sisters are among the most depraved and perverted psychopathic killers and rapists from all over the empire. The temples existence is, of course, not known to the majority of people; they have no idea of the nature of the ‘prison planet’ their most hated criminals are sent to.
“How much?”
“We’re going to require at least a thousand more hours of real hardcore stuff every day. Nothing minor: we want some really nasty death agonies. It’s going to be a tough fight.”
“Hmn, that can be done. If we flood holding area 6 with offal, put a few batches into the pit...yes it should be easy enough. Consider it done.”
She clapped and one of her novices turned and exited the room, presumably to relay instructions.
“Now...” she grinned “Pleasure?”
“Certainly”
“I shall give you the tour...”

The lobby was high and arched. It’s floor was apparently cobbled, but Glacondo had the strong suspicion that they were in fact the tops of hundreds, if not thousands of skulls. Along the wall were niches, maybe thirty to each side, filled with glass tanks. The room was filled with the sound of muffled banging and screaming.
“This room is quite a personal favourite of mine.” Said the sister superior. “As you can see, each of these tanks contains a single animal, normally in its late teens, but the tanks are large enough to accommodate any age. It is actually part of a series of identical rooms, each stacked one on top of the other. This is the second one down. Each of these tanks is connected via pipes to one above it. At the top, we feed in solid and liquid waste from the temples plumbing system. The piss and shit drains down, level by level, invariably being joined by that of the animals, not to mention their vomit, and blood as they skin their knuckles trying to break out of the armoured glass. Those at the bottom drown first of course, followed in turn by the ones on each level. It normally takes about a week for the whole system to fill up. During that time many of the animals resort to eating faeces or drinking urine, which is a common enough thing for them anyway. Once the system has filled, and all the animals expired by drowning in filth, we let it stand for a day, and then drain it off and start again. The smell of the corpses and the slurry is absolutely indescribable.”
“What do you do with the slurry afterwards”
“We use it as fertiliser, or feed it to the animals. Most can’t keep it down though.”
Glacondo moved closer to one of the tanks. Inside was a naked girl of about seventeen, with pale skin and grey, despair filled eyes. She was so caked in filth that it was impossible to tell the colour of her hair. Her skin was only visible around her eyes, were tears had washed some of it away, and around her cunt, which had clearly been cleaned by her own terrified pissing. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and clawing futilely at the glass. All her nails were broken and there were streaks of blood mixed in with the shit on the inside of the tank. Glacondo admired the way her shit-caked breasts jiggled, and the surprising pinkness of her cunt. He suddenly became aware that the sister superior, standing beside him, was quite clearly masturbating under her robe. He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Not your thing?” She enquired
“Well, it’s alright. I’ve never really been that much interested in plumbing. Foods more my thing. Could you show me the kitchen?”
“Why, of course” She smiled evilly.

“We often consume the flesh of our animals raw, of course, but variety is the spice of life, as they say”
The kitchen was a large stone room, filled with steam and activity. Apart from a few side dishes and stuffings, most of the food being prepared was, of course, people. Every cut and every method of preparation was on show, not to mention screaming victims being butchered right before the counts eyes. He walked over to one of the butchering areas, pausing as a brother stooped in front of him to open an oven. Inside was a youngish man, his skin bronzed beautifully from the oven, just beginning to crack. His cock had been secured in an erect position with a piece of wire around the base and pinned to his abdomen, and his swollen testicles appeared to have been stuffed, as had his stomach. A little of the stuffing leaked out around the butternut squash lodged in his anus.
Past this lay a butchering and preparation area. A slightly chubby girl of about sixteen, was screaming and strapped to a heavily notched table. Her guts, feet and one of her hands lay in a pair of buckets beside her. As they came up, a brother cut off the remaining hand with a single blow of his cleaver and tossed it in the bucket with the others.
“Why are the arms and legs fitted with tourniquets?”
“To prevent the animal from bleeding out too quickly. We try and cook as many animals alive as we possibly can, and to enhance the fear and agony further we use stimulant drugs to keep them as aware of the process as possible. The psychic transmitter collars are practically indestructible, and easily survive the rigours of cooking. This animal here is being prepared for roasting. Observe the extra fat. It gives meat a good flavour, especially the breasts, which melt as they are cooked and baste the animals ribs and heart from the inside. You really must try some.
“How long will this...animal take to cook?”
“Apart six hours sir” said the brother, who had just cauterised the girls wounds, and was now cutting apart her hands and feet whilst a heavily pierced sister who had just arrived with a bowl of stuffing began to ladle it into the gaping hole in her stomach.
“Well, I’m sure I can find enough here to keep me amused for six hours, shan’t I your holiness”
“Oh indeed”

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That's all for now. Later parts will probably include some more elaborate and detailed scenes as the count tries his hand with some of the temples tools...

win!

Moar lol! When will the next chapter be out?

The next time I feel like having a really awesome wank.

Oh hey I guess that's pretty much every fucking night.

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“You may be interested in our guards, Count”
They stopped at a large metal door. The handle was intricately fashioned out of eight human phalluses; the sister superior had explained to him earlier that the moulds were obtained by casting the genitals of living humans in lead. Unfortunately, she had told him, they had plenty of spares, and so it would be unlikely that he could see the process being conducted, unless it especially interested him.
“Guards?”
“Yes indeed. Although generally the temple is utterly escape proof, we sometimes allow some of the animals to think that they have found some loophole and to make it into the terrain outside the temple. Then, after we give them a few days to become dehydrated, we send the guards after them. That brief glimmer of hope makes their death agonies absolutely exquisite”
She opened the door, and led him and his retinue through into a large, circular chamber. The door opened on to what amounted to a wide gantry-way, surrounding a central pit. Striding over to the edge, which was protected with vicious arrays of blood-caked spikes, all pointing downwards, the Count could see that the pit contained the guards.
Whether the guards had originally been male or female could be told only by their genitals. The males had real penises, albeit studded with crude piercings, all of which ended in vicious looking hooks and barbs, turning their throbbing, permanent erections into lethal weapons. The females had equally lethal looking dildos, over a foot long, literally welded into their cunts. Both genders had breasts, of a sort; they had obviously been hacked off either their original owner or, in the case of the men, some other unfortunate, and then plasticised. They had then been artfully sculpted by the brethren and stapled viciously back on to the guards chests. Some resembled grotesque flowers, others had been carved into clusters of alien cocks, or screaming skulls, all carved out of petrified human flesh. The guards arms and legs had been removed, and replaced with cyborg appendages; the lower limbs were like the hind legs of a goat, with long sickle blades curving out the back of the ankle, and heavy, steel hooves. The arms ended in two fingered hands, with each finger and thumb ending in a two foot long, razor sharp talon. These limbs were bolted to a barbed steel spine that looped out their backs. Their heads were shaved, and each sported a tattoo of some demonic creature simultaneously raping and eating a screaming, gore-caked victim, cavorting over the guards misshapen, scarred skulls. Some had no ears, just gruesome lumps of scar tissue. Others had ears that were so full of heavy piercings that the flesh looked like cobwebs. Instead of eyes they had brass mechanisms crudely implanted into their flesh, with a single soulless black lens in the front. The flesh had been carved away from their mouths, revealing gaping maws filled with hundreds of needle-thin steel teeth, with springs and pistons bolted directly to the bone on either side, which the count guessed would allow their jaws to open unnaturally wide and close with the force of a guillotine blade.

“Very impressive”
“We select the candidates for the position of guard only from those animals which display the most selfless love and care for their fellow beings. The surgery, which is conducted without anaesthetic or sterilisation procedures, kills around 80% of the candidates, and generally drives the rest to the brink of complete insanity. What you can’t see is the brain implants. Whilst the guards continue to truly love and cherish their fellows, and wish no harm to anyone, except occasionally us brethren, the chips and electrodes we plant in their brains forces them to rape, mutilate and devour any animal they see, and to experience incredible sexual pleasure from these acts, which of course revolts them utterly. Their psychic impressions are among our finest work. Would you like to see them fed?”
“Oh, indeed I would”
The sister superior clicked her fingers and a brother I had not even seen before hurried forward from some alcove and bowed deeply in front of her.
“Feed the guards, would you?”
“At once, sister superior” He scurried off back into his alcove, and the count heard him back up some sort of communication device and begin whispering into it. There was a loud mechanical clank from inside the walls. The sister superior used her finger to direct the counts attention upwards. A hatch had opened in a ceiling, and a curious contraption was dropping through it.
It was an armoured glass box, with two holes in the bottom and one on either side. Inside it was a terrified looking woman of about thirty who the Count would have described as Indian in appearance, had he known his earth history. Her legs stuck out the two holes in the bottom of the box, and her arms out the two holes in the side. Slowly, and steadily, the box began to lower. The guards, who had been standing stock still up to this point, raised their heads as one. Their claws and cocks twitched suddenly. As the box rose lower, they began to circle, flicking their attention back between the other guards and the box. One, an enormous male who had more scar tissue than flesh, moved towards the centre.
“He’s the alpha” explained the sister superior. She glanced down and noticed the bulge in the front of the counts embroidered leather trousers. “Would you like an animal to service you?”
“Very generous of you, your holiness. A young boy perhaps?”
“Consider it done” The sister superior snapped her fingers, and before the box had dropped another six feet a sister holding a cattle prod had entered the room, driving before her a pretty, fair haired child of about nine, naked and unblemished except for the fact that he had no fingernails or teeth, and unnaturally large genitals for someone his age. The Count undid his fly, freeing his throbbing cock. The boy needed no instructions and without further ado had wrapped his soft, warm toothless mouth around the Counts prick and begun to perform expert fellatio on him.
“ugh, you train them well your holiness, I’ve had whores and royalty of both sexes and every age, right across this galaxy, willingly and unwillingly, and I can’t remember the time I felt a more skilful tongue”
“With the perfection of pain comes the perfection of pleasure, Count. Ah...almost there”
The count diverted his attention from the pretty young sex slave and back to the guard pit. The girls dangling legs, now running with bright streams of fresh urine, were nearly within reach of the guards. The big brute underneath her opened his mouth to drink her piss, and let out a ghastly, robotic screech. The count could see that his tongue, and presumably those of the other guards, had been removed and replaced with a segmented thing like a robotic snake, with a cruel arrowhead barb on its tip. Suddenly, it moved like lightning, both of its arms shooting upwards. A claw pierced each of the girls ankles and her screams took on an entirely new tone. Mechanical joints whined as the alpha guard pulled down with all his might. He was not stronger than the chains and pulleys though. For a brief moment he was lifted a few centimetres off the ground, before his considerable weight tore the girls ankle joints apart in a spray of blood. One foot was torn clean off. Two guards jumped for it at the same time, clawing at each other, inflicting ghastly wounds that neither seemed to notice, before they both had the foot in their teeth and tore it in two. The sounds of bones being splintered filled the arena. The other guards had clustered into the centre, their jaws working like steam engines, their tongues lashing out to try and catch the falling blood. Suddenly the flow became less.
“There are automatic tourniquet mechanisms built into the box” the sister superior explained “We don’t want them to bleed out too quickly. Besides, if the wound isn’t healed the moment the legs come off the guards just stick their claws and pricks inside and rip the animal to shreds.”
The girls legs were disappearing in huge chunks now as she came fully in range of the claws and teeth. The guards were a writhing mass of machinery and flesh beneath her. Suddenly there was a loud pop. The alpha emerged from the struggle clutching an entire thigh, torn straight out the pelvic joint. A metal plate sealed over that leg instantly, and soon the other one as well. A hiss and blast of smoke inside the box showed where electric arc currents had crudely and painfully cauterised the wounds.
“The animal is pumped full of stimulants, of course” the sister superior explained. “we’ve not had one faint on us for years.”
By now the arms were in range. Quick jaws snapped off and crunched fingers. Suddenly, one of the females leapt up and grabbed on to the side of the box. She thrust a claw up through the arm, emerging from just behind the armpit, then almost instantly she thrust her barbed steel cock into the wound and began to fuck it like a jackhammer. Suddenly, the guard gave an unearthly shriek and dropped back to the floor, where it lay twitching for a few seconds before standing back up again.
“Pain delivered directly via nerve induction. Punishment for bad behaviour. The animal would have been dead in seconds had she not been stopped.”
Shortly, the arms too had been devoured and sealed. The girl, a limbless torso, was now contained entirely within the glass box, its insides smeared with blood, and also some shit where she had lost bowel control. There was a clank from above, and the box began to rise back towards the ceiling at the same pace it had lowered.
“Just a little, to give a glimmer of hope, and...”
The bottom of the box suddenly swung open, and the girl dropped into the waiting guards.
Within seconds she had been disembowelled. As she fell to the floor, one of the females got its cock up her arse and began to tear it apart. Others grabbed at the spilling intestines, seeming unsure whether to eat them or use them as masturbatory aids. Most did both. The girl was flipped over. Flashing metal teeth tore off her breasts, and then she disappeared beneath the guards. Blood and bits of flesh flew everywhere. Suddenly, a lithe male guard emerged from the maelstrom. His phallus was decorated with the girls severed head, his barbed penis forced up her throat so the tip emerged from her mouth. The Count distinctly saw her blink, seconds before two other guards literally tore the head in half.
He orgasmed powerfully into the sex animals mouth, taking a good ten seconds to empty his balls. The boy swallowed every drop eagerly, then gently slid the Counts penis back into his trousers and did up the fly. The Count punched him in the head as hard as he could, which given the counts long and distinguished military career, was very hard indeed. The boy fell shocked to the floor, and the count kicked his steel toed boots into the childs groin with enough force to lift him off the floor and slam him into the gantry wall.
The count mopped his brow.
“I did not give you permission to swallow my cum, nor did I give you permission to touch my trousers.”
The boy seemed almost like he was about to protest, as futile as he must have known such a thing to be, but the count cut off any reply with another strong kick to the stomach. The boy blacked out for a second, and came to just as the count had lifted him above his head. He screamed.
The counts aim was good, for such an unwieldy projectile, not that the alpha would let such a choice morsel go. He caught the boy out the air, lacerating his arms and chest smoothly, and in one smooth motion slammed him down on his massive, red, spike encrusted prick. The scream was absolutely unearthly. The alpha didn’t bother to move himself, but simply shook the boy in his hands, pulling him up and down his member. Blood and shit cascaded to the ground as the guard began to emit a low, mechanical whine. Finally, he roared, and vile, yellow coloured semen spurted out of the child’s destroyed anus. Then, without even breaking the motion, the guard brought his head down and bit the boys skull in half. Then the others moved in.
“I’m dreadfully sorry about the cocksucker, your holiness...”
The sister superior laughed shrilly.
“Oh count, the lives of these creatures means less to me than the life of a germ dying on my handkerchief. I’d have been a little upset if its death hadn’t been so wonderfully agonising of course.” She smiled, showing her nightmarish teeth “Now that I have seen you in action, Count, I am convinced we should go somewhere a little more...hands on.”
“Of course your holiness. Becherel, Nadzia, come!”
Becherel was the Counts bodyguard, and Nadzia the counts recorder. The latter was outfitted with enhanced cyborg senses and a memory slot in her skull, that allowed her to record everything she saw for later playback in any format, including full Virtual Reality. Although it would not have done for her to be seen to be masturbating, she had had the foresight before arriving to slip a vibrating egg mind-linked to her sexual impulses into her cunt, and she was just replaying some highlights in her mind whilst she recovered from the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. No one lasted long in the counts employ who did not share his utterly perverse tastes. As she followed the party off into another part of the temple, she wondered whether the Count would allow her and Becherel a little play. They were such loyal servants after all...

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Where will we visit next? Perhaps the tranquil fountain of suffering, where, every ten minutes, a pregnant female gives birth into the pool below, and is forced to watch her baby devoured alive by swarms of carnivorous fish befor she is pulled in via the umbilical chord? Perhaps the scriptorium, where scholarly brethren use hot irons to burn learned works on torture and depravity straight into the flesh of three year old children, before skinning them and making exquisite volumes from their flesh? Who knows!

Drops into first person at one point and the woman becomes a girl. It's hard to concentrate when you're writing this stuff...

>>5
The pregnant woman idea sounds interesting, but it would not work in real life since the placenta would detach and fall into the pool long before the mother would be pulled in. If you had her sitting on a ledge like a carnival dunk-tank then that might work.

wat.

Show me the pregnant girls. Make them young, focus on their pain of watching their baby die. Unsure of killing them though, I'd like to see them anguish again at the thought. o.o; More quotes of pleading >.>

So far, not bad.

Ah a good follow up. Moar is eagerly expected

>>9
Well you can have them in anguish for a while and then kill them. Maybe once the placenta falls out they are left up there for an hour or so and are then dropped in themselves.

How about once the babies drop in, the woman is lowered so only her vagina is exposed to the water, and the fish climb up into her uterus to eat her from the inside out?

>>12
lol. love this idea

Bleh! MORE! >:/

Death Angel - where have you gone? This story is awesome and needs updating, it can't be allowed to just fade away!

mmm, love birth scenes.
And this place seems like it would figure out ways to make the birthing as agonising as possible :)

I am on new medication that suppresses my libido. Also, I am doing a nanowrimo thing. I do have the next installment about half written though, it will appear, in time.

Doing the nanowrimo thing too. Its difficult, doubt I'll get to it XD

surpess the labido..NO! O_O