randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Ramsay grunted, but wouldn't give his brother the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. His blood spattered on the floor and he tried to pull the knives from his shoulders to try and throw them at his brother. But the guards were upon him before he had the chance. Then they dragged him off to obey Hannibal.

It took some doing for Hannibal to pull Margaery from Roose's body. She was crying and upset, almost as much as when she had cried for Loras. It was too much for her. Thus man had fathered her husband and he'd been kind to her. But Hannibal pulled her away and she looked up to him.

"Where would I go?" She whispered, unsure what he truly meant.

Hannibal kissed her forehead as he held her close. He spoke lowly into her ear. "I love you too much to mean that Margaery. I am going to very slowly torture and kill my brother and his whore. Do you wish to stay and watch that?" He asked softly.

Margaery nuzzled against his neck as he held her and kissed her forehead. She thought for a moment, then looked up to him, all the fury of the North in her eyes.

"I want to stay. I want to help," she growled. She would take vengeance for house Tyrell for what Ramsay had done.

Hannibal saw that fire and felt a moment of deep arousal pass over him at the sight. He gave a nod to her before taking the new seat placed where his father had been just a few moments earlier. Ramsay was set across from both himself and Margaery.

Hannibal waved servants forward with the raw hearts of his hounds on a plate and offered a bite to the bound man. "A gift for you brother. A delicious cuisine that is quite rare." He said. The servants would force a few bites down Ramsay's throat if he resisted.

Ramsay, of course resisted. He grunted as the guards forced the meat down his throat. He nearly gagged and spat up a few pieces, choking and coughing.

Margaery took her wine and sniffed it for poison before drinking it. She watched as Ramsay was forced to eat the meal. He glared up at her, blood smeared on his mouth. "You think this hurts me, brother?" He laughed. "Seeing that anguish on your rose's face, it's well worth it."

Hannibal tilted his head at his brother slightly. "That was your final goal in life?" He said before waving the servants off for now. "I am wounded brother that you did not enjoy your hounds. They certainly enjoyed their last meal." He said as he waited to see if his brother would react to that.

He signaled for his guards to bring the whore in. "Perhaps you crave something sweeter brother?" He asked as his Captain laid out a series of knives and various instruments of torture in front of him.

Hannibal stood slowly and touched over each blade slowly as the whore was drug into the room naked. Hannibal ignored her as he turned to look at his brother. "Perhaps we should make a game of it. You are so very fond of games brother." He said with a light of triumph in his eyes.

Ramsay's eyes widened as he realized what he ate. He gagged again and heaved as though he were about to throw up. Margaery swirled the wine in her cup as Myranda the kennel master's daughter was brought in. She smirked and stepped up.

"First things, my love," Margaery brushed her hand over Hannibal's and guided it to a small, very sharp knife. "She offended me with her glares when I first arrived. I would have her eyes taken from her."

Ramsay tensed when he saw Myranda. But his mouth formed a perfect line and he scoffed. "As if I care for the safety of some woman. Such a waste of your time, brother."

Hannibal knew he had struck a chord with his brother and was going to play into this weakness. He noted his wife shifting and there was a look of pride in his eyes. "Would you like the honors my dear? I can demonstrate if you like and you can do the second one." He said.

The whore was being held in place just in front of his brother. She had yet to receive any marks or bruises upon her body. Both of which were about to change very quickly.

Margaery smiled wickedly and nodded before stepping up to Hannibal. Her fingers ran along the hilt of the blade and along Hannibal's fingers as she moved to stand beside him. "I would indeed. Teach me the Bolton ways, my love."

Ramsay scoffed and soon began to laugh. "Dear lady, if I had known the Bolton way pleased you so, I would have let you assist me in flaying your brother. Hannibal, you chose your bride wisely. She's adjusting to the true Bolton Lifestyle easily. I daresay it arouses her."

Hannibal gave her a nod as he picked up not a sharp blade, but what looked like a spoon. He led Margaery over to the naked whore and his guards forced her into a half kneeling position and forced her head back.

Hannibal turned to his wife, "Now, most people will close their eyes tightly to try and save their eyes. Fortunately, the eyelid is very easy to hold back. Now, the eye is similar to a tomato, a spoon is far better to fish it out." He opened the whore's left eye and set the small metal spoon so that is was against the corner of her eye next to her nose. "Now, push in with a nice, steady pressure and then carefully slide the spoon around the entire eye. You might have to push in a bit more around the back the eye once you have made your circle and it should pop right out." He said before doing what he said slowly.

The whore's left eye did indeed pop out perfectly. Hannibal then handed the spoon to his wife for her to take the right eye. His brother's comment was made as a distraction so that they would focus on him and not torturing his little whore first.

At first Margaery's impulse was to turn away from the grotesque scene. But she forced herself to watch and pay close attention. Ramsay struggled against the guards, but ultimately realized the futility and turned his head away. Slowly he raised his head and glared at the pair.

"You will pay for that..." he growled.

Margaery ignored him and took the spoon from Hannibal. She pressed it to Myranda's remaining eye and plucked it out as Hannibal had done. "Like that?" She looked to Hannibal for approval.

Hannibal found himself impressed that she was doing so well. He nodded when the eyeball popped out perfectly. "Well done My Lady." He complemented her before a servant brought out a chair for her to sit upon closer to the torture.

Hannibal turned to look at his brother with a tilt of his head. "I thought you did not care about this whore. Have I wounded you already brother?" He asked as a servant took the spoon and handed Hannibal a slim bladed knife. "Tell me brother, what parts of this whore did you enjoy so much? I see nothing extravagant upon her plain body." He said. He moved the flat of the blade across her collarbone slowly before tapping at one of her breasts. "Was it her breasts? They seem a bit small to me...however, I suppose they are enough to cover your cock...perhaps a bit big for that in fact." He taunted.

Hannibal's blade moved down to tap over her stomach slowly and down to her pussy. "Perhaps you enjoyed this brother..." He said. He would watch for Ramsay to squirm. Whatever he squirmed about more was what Hannibal would remove.

Margaery again took her wine when she completed her task and then sat down to watch as Hannibal tormented his brother. She found herself squirming a little in discomfort when Hannibal put the knife between the whore's legs. Ramsay kept an intense gaze. He managed to hide his squirming by glancing to Margaery and back to Hannibal.

"It matters not to me. Kill her, I'll find another," He inclined his head towards Margaery. "You ought to tend your wife, brother. She's the one who seems uncomfortable with your knife's location."

Hannibal knew that his wife would be fine. He would be certain that she learned how to hide any discomfort about which part of the body was being mutilated. He tsked softly as he looked to the whore. "You simply thought he enjoyed your pussy. It seems he is quite fond of these small breasts of yours." He said.

He slid the blade around her left breast and began to slowly flay both of her breasts. He tossed the skin to the side and had his guards drag her closer to Ramsay. "Perhaps this meat will be sweet enough for you to enjoy Brother." He said before slicing off some of the now exposed meat and forcing Ramsay to eat it.

Margaery forced herself to watch as Hannibal flayed the girl's breasts. The whole time the girl screamed and cried out for Ramsay to help her. That made Margaery chuckle a bit. She hadn't accepted the futility of their situation.

Ramsay tried to shake his head and stop his brother from forcing the meat down his throat, but he had no choice. And when he swallowed the meat, he nearly gagged. But he swallowed all the same and looked to the simmering Myranda.

"Just kill her and be done with it. Why drag out this dull affair?" Ramsay snappped. Still trying to relieve her suffering.

"You dare give commands to the Lord of the castle, bastard?" Margaery herself snapped. "Your kinslaying made Hannibal the new Lord Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort and Winterfell. You will speak with respect."

Ramsay glared at her before spitting on the ground and smirking to Hannibal.

"Very well, Lord Bolton, will you do your humble prisoner a favor and silence your mewling bitch by shoving your cock in her mouth?" He sneered.

Hannibal chuckled lowly at his brother's words. "The more insults you say, the slower I will kill you brother. I will show no mercy for you or your beloved whore. You will both die very slowly. Perhaps the Tyrell's will demand what is left of you to kill themselves...they would be quicker in killing you than I will." He said lowly.

He went back to the whore as he allowed the tip of his blade to leave shallow cuts along her body. "Tell me whore...what did you enjoy most about my brother? Was it is tongue? Or his cock?" He asked before slowly sinking his blade into the exposed meat on her chest. "Answer truthfully now." He knew it was his brother's cock, he wanted her to say it.

Ramsay gave a defiant laugh. "The Tyrell's are far too soft for that, Hannibal. They won't have the stomach to kill a Bolton."

"Don't be so sure," Margaery took a long, curved knife and stepped up to Ramsay. The tip of the blade pressed to his exposed throat. "You took a Tyrell son. My father may not give the order, but Willas? Willas will ignore the pain of his crippled leg and ride again, dragging your useless hide on a ceaseless tour of the Seven Kingdoms. Then he'll behead you himself and hang your head over the entrance to Highgarden."

She left a long, shallow cut from his jaw to his cheek. "House Tyrell is patient, but when crossed our anger is terrible. We do not take kindly to those who mistreat our clan's children."

Myranda cried out as Hannibal pierced her exposed breasts. She squirmed in vain to get away, to no avail. "Y...yes, his cock! His cock and his twisted mind!"

Hannibal did nothing to stop his wife as she threatened his brother. He did greatly enjoy her show of dominance over his brother. "I think I would enjoy seeing you drug through the dirt on the horse of a cripple brother." He said darkly.

Hannibal had his men shift the whore closer to his brother as he guided his wife back a few steps. He sliced open his brother's small clothes and moved to place the whore's hand on his brother's cock. "Show me how much you love his cock." He ordered.

When she didn't move her hand over his length, Hannibal gave a shallow cut across her back and rubbed salt into the wound. "Show me." He said again. He wanted her to force his brother to get hard.

Margaery stepped back when Hannibal bid her to. She watched as Hannibal cut open Ramsay's small clothes and made his whore rub over his cock.

"Are you certain you're related by blood, darling? He's so much smaller than you," Margaery chuckled as she leaned into Hannibal and tugged playfully at the buttons and clasps of his doublet.

Ramsay's body stiffened. He knew what his brother was planning. Ramsay focused on things that didn't arouse him. But to no avail, Myranda moved her fingers and whimpered in pain and fear.

Hannibal had a dark look in his eyes as he continued to egg the whore on to move her hand faster. A servant had a red hot blade at the ready. Hannibal found Margaery tugging at his doublet slightly distracting, but not unpleasantly so. "That must be the difference between a true born son and a bastard." He said.

Once the whore had him nice and aroused, Hannibal nodded to the servant. He moved in quickly and cut off Ramsay's cock and balls. The hot blade prevented him from bleeding out. Hannibal pulled the whore's head back roughly. "You did so well whore. You deserve a last meal as well." He nodded to the servant who forced the cock down her throat and pinched her nose closed. If she wanted to breathe she would have to chew and swallow. Hannibal turned to watch his brother, he wanted to see what loosing his cock and watching his whore consume it would do to that twisted mind.

Ramsay howled in pain when his cock and balls were cut off. Margaery couldn't help herself, she laughed loudly. She loved seeing him in such pain and reveled in his misery.

Myranda nearly choked on the cock that was shoved down her throat. Reluctantly she chewed, much to Ramsay's dismay. He looked away and refused to watch.

Margaery took her knife and slowly approached the girl from behind. She dragged the blade along the whore's jaw and peeled away chunks of her flesh. Then she stepped up and stood before Ramsay. "You liked her face so much, dear brother, I thought you'd like to partake of it."

Margaery shoved the pieces she cut from the whore's face down Ramsay's throat.

Hannibal heard his wife laugh and gave her a dark smirk of approval. Hannibal told his servants to step back as his wife messily flayed a bit of the whore's face off and forced his brother to eat it. He pulled her back a bit and kissed her deeply for just a moment. "You did well with your first attempt at flaying my dear. Why don't we practice a bit more on this whore hmm?" He said.

His guards pulled the girl into a standing position and stretched her right arm out taught. "Now, we don't want to cut into the muscle when we slice the skin. Make a shallow cut around her wrist and her shoulder. Then make a similar slice down the length of her arm. After that we can peel it off nice and slow." He said as he led Margaery to the whore's extended arm.

Margaery sighed in delight and arched her body into his. She was so aroused by his show of dominance and how he toyed with his brother. She wanted to see more.

Margaery smiled when he offered to teach her how to properly flay the whore. She brought up the knife as he outstretched her arm. She carefully ran her knife around the whore's wrist and then around her shoulder.

She looked up to Hannibal as a student looks to a teacher. "Will you show me how to pull properly?"

Hannibal was watching her slice and nodded his approval. He gave a dark smile at her question. "Indeed I will. Now, the skin will be very slippery at first. I always carefully slice just under the skin around the long cut down the center to get started. Then it is just a matter of very slowly pulling." He said.

The screams would be beautiful, and he was enjoying how his brother seemed truly distressed enough to not speak right now.

Margaery carefully guided her blade to slice beneath the skin to almost make a sleeve. That allowed her to get a proper grip and pull the skin off. She looked to Hannibal for approval.

Ramsay watched in horror. He knew he couldn't get loose, and all he could do was watch as they flayed Myranda.

"What next, my love?" Margaery pressed her body back against Hannibal, murmuring the question softly, hoping that age want alone in her arousal.

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