Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yes Master, My Master ❯ part 13 ( Chapter 13 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Spider_Queen 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.20.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 968 | Visits: 633 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.20.2001 | Pages: 1 | Words: 968 | Visits: 633 | Status: Completed
Hent was visably trembling; his terror a tangible thing to Quatre as Gabriel crossed the room to the cabinet and flung it open. Forcing his eyes away from the chained prisoner to where his master was carefully sorting through the whips; floggers; knives and various other torture devices. Some of the said devices had already been employed that day, and those Gabriel discarded immediatly.
When the dark haired man turned once again, he was holding in one hand, a long, coiled whip and something that Quatre didn't recognize in the other. "Lets make this a lesson, shall we?" He spoke, addressing the blond Arabian, who shrunk backward under the older man's gaze. Gabriel dropped the whip and took a few steps toward the Gundam pilot, hand outstreched so that Quatre could see the thing he held. Dispite himself, the Winner boy found himself staring entranced at what his master held. The said things appeared to be metal shoes...but not quite. There were two of them, both of a dull grey metal and having the basic shape of a very simplistic and uncomfortable shoe. There seemed, however, to be double bottoms to them-an area where the soul would be on most places, and below that, somewhat seperated from the top part, was a thin sheet of metal which seemed to act as the ground.
Turning the shoe-like objects around so that his unwilling student could get a good look at them, Gabriel began to speak again. "What do you think these are, Quatre?" His voice was not unlike a gentle teacher's.
For a moment, Quatre didn't respond, but Gabriel's dark eyes insisted that he answer the inquiry posed to him. "Uh...shoes?" The blond st last said, meekly.
Gabriel nodded, straight hair brushing against his collar bone in a way that many would find annoying. "Yes, and in a sense they are." Squatting beside Quatre, Gabriel turned the "shoes" around so that the heel area was facing the pilot. Lifting the top part of the shoe away from the odd metal sheet, displaying the wicked looking spike that it hid. "These were used during the Spanish Inquisition to draw confessions out of prisoners," Gabriel said briskly. "They were put on the helpless accused, who were made to stand for hours at a time in them. The prisoners had to stand on their toes, for if they put any weight on their heels, the spike would drive up into their foot." Gabriel smiled gently at Quatre's sympathetic wince. No matter what he tried, the Arabian couldn't help but picture the gruesome torture that many had had to endure. The dark haired sadist straightened and started over to Hent once again. Blue eyes widening, Quatre gasped. It hadn't even occured to the innocent minded pilot that Gabriel actually intended to USE the horrendous shoes on his one-time helper!
Hent's shuddering intensified as Gabriel forced his large feet into the metal shoes. Even from a distance, and through the gloom, Quatre could see Hent struggle to stay on his toes in the awkward torture devices; his face controted with effort and small whimpers escaping his mouth. Gabriel ignored that effort and pain that his captive was experiencing as he bent to retrieve the whip he'd dropped earlier. "You, of course, know about whips," he said, dark eyes finding Quatre once again. "Just a couple of tips then," Keeping a hold of the whip's "handle", the dark haired man let the rest uncurl onto the ground. "Oil and salt your whips...Oil to keep them supple and," a smile blossumed on the sadist's face. "Salt for extra sting." With little warning, Gabriel whirled, the leather whip lashing out to lick Hent's chest with a painful sounding snap. Startled, Hent lest his precarious balance on his toes, his heels came down. A frightening shriek echoed off the stone walls as the bald man's wieght drove the spikes in his shoes high up into his flesh.
Quatre winced and swallowed with difficulty. He could hear Cassiel's laughter mingling with the comtinued pain-filled whimpers that Hent was giving-it made Quatre feel sick. He closed his eyes, curling up into as tight a ball as he could while he tried to block out the sounds that his master had caused.
Never! He would never do something so cruel! He would never become something so pain-driven; so sadistic!
"Look up!" Cassiel's accented voice boomed, startling Quatre. The young pilot shivered, but did not raise his head. Part of him told him to follow the orders he was given-it would be better that way. Less painful...but he couldn't! He just couldn't!
A heavy hand grasped his dirty hair and forced his head painfully up. Without his meaning to, Quatre's eyes flew open and focused on the snarling face before him. The auburn hair that framed Cassiel's furious face seemed to burn; seemed to enhance the anger that Quatre could feel coming from the master. "Watch boy," The man released Quatre's head, and the Gundam pilot slowly turned his head so that he could see the torture that Hent was enduring. "Gabriel is doing this for your own good."
The bald man's face was twisted with his pain. His eyes were squeezed shut and small sounds were still escaping his throat, but he did not rise to his toes again. Quatre swallowed again, tears welling his in large eyes as his mind raced through his limited choices of action. Gabriel paced in front of Hent, thin fingers running over the thin leather of the whip, his dark eyes focused on Quatre.
"Don't worry," He said in a soft voice, and Quatre got the sense that the sadist was trying to reassure not only the pilot, but Hent and Gabriel himself as well. "It will all be over soon."
When the dark haired man turned once again, he was holding in one hand, a long, coiled whip and something that Quatre didn't recognize in the other. "Lets make this a lesson, shall we?" He spoke, addressing the blond Arabian, who shrunk backward under the older man's gaze. Gabriel dropped the whip and took a few steps toward the Gundam pilot, hand outstreched so that Quatre could see the thing he held. Dispite himself, the Winner boy found himself staring entranced at what his master held. The said things appeared to be metal shoes...but not quite. There were two of them, both of a dull grey metal and having the basic shape of a very simplistic and uncomfortable shoe. There seemed, however, to be double bottoms to them-an area where the soul would be on most places, and below that, somewhat seperated from the top part, was a thin sheet of metal which seemed to act as the ground.
Turning the shoe-like objects around so that his unwilling student could get a good look at them, Gabriel began to speak again. "What do you think these are, Quatre?" His voice was not unlike a gentle teacher's.
For a moment, Quatre didn't respond, but Gabriel's dark eyes insisted that he answer the inquiry posed to him. "Uh...shoes?" The blond st last said, meekly.
Gabriel nodded, straight hair brushing against his collar bone in a way that many would find annoying. "Yes, and in a sense they are." Squatting beside Quatre, Gabriel turned the "shoes" around so that the heel area was facing the pilot. Lifting the top part of the shoe away from the odd metal sheet, displaying the wicked looking spike that it hid. "These were used during the Spanish Inquisition to draw confessions out of prisoners," Gabriel said briskly. "They were put on the helpless accused, who were made to stand for hours at a time in them. The prisoners had to stand on their toes, for if they put any weight on their heels, the spike would drive up into their foot." Gabriel smiled gently at Quatre's sympathetic wince. No matter what he tried, the Arabian couldn't help but picture the gruesome torture that many had had to endure. The dark haired sadist straightened and started over to Hent once again. Blue eyes widening, Quatre gasped. It hadn't even occured to the innocent minded pilot that Gabriel actually intended to USE the horrendous shoes on his one-time helper!
Hent's shuddering intensified as Gabriel forced his large feet into the metal shoes. Even from a distance, and through the gloom, Quatre could see Hent struggle to stay on his toes in the awkward torture devices; his face controted with effort and small whimpers escaping his mouth. Gabriel ignored that effort and pain that his captive was experiencing as he bent to retrieve the whip he'd dropped earlier. "You, of course, know about whips," he said, dark eyes finding Quatre once again. "Just a couple of tips then," Keeping a hold of the whip's "handle", the dark haired man let the rest uncurl onto the ground. "Oil and salt your whips...Oil to keep them supple and," a smile blossumed on the sadist's face. "Salt for extra sting." With little warning, Gabriel whirled, the leather whip lashing out to lick Hent's chest with a painful sounding snap. Startled, Hent lest his precarious balance on his toes, his heels came down. A frightening shriek echoed off the stone walls as the bald man's wieght drove the spikes in his shoes high up into his flesh.
Quatre winced and swallowed with difficulty. He could hear Cassiel's laughter mingling with the comtinued pain-filled whimpers that Hent was giving-it made Quatre feel sick. He closed his eyes, curling up into as tight a ball as he could while he tried to block out the sounds that his master had caused.
Never! He would never do something so cruel! He would never become something so pain-driven; so sadistic!
"Look up!" Cassiel's accented voice boomed, startling Quatre. The young pilot shivered, but did not raise his head. Part of him told him to follow the orders he was given-it would be better that way. Less painful...but he couldn't! He just couldn't!
A heavy hand grasped his dirty hair and forced his head painfully up. Without his meaning to, Quatre's eyes flew open and focused on the snarling face before him. The auburn hair that framed Cassiel's furious face seemed to burn; seemed to enhance the anger that Quatre could feel coming from the master. "Watch boy," The man released Quatre's head, and the Gundam pilot slowly turned his head so that he could see the torture that Hent was enduring. "Gabriel is doing this for your own good."
The bald man's face was twisted with his pain. His eyes were squeezed shut and small sounds were still escaping his throat, but he did not rise to his toes again. Quatre swallowed again, tears welling his in large eyes as his mind raced through his limited choices of action. Gabriel paced in front of Hent, thin fingers running over the thin leather of the whip, his dark eyes focused on Quatre.
"Don't worry," He said in a soft voice, and Quatre got the sense that the sadist was trying to reassure not only the pilot, but Hent and Gabriel himself as well. "It will all be over soon."