Britwitch's Hallowe'en Party 2012

[Britwitch]

"Oh?"

There's no mistaking the whine that falls from my lips this time.

"I think you can be louder than that... can't you, little Witch?"

I answer him without words. Each circle, each tormenting pass across and around my clit, draws another whimper or moaned sound from my lips. I don't want to. I don't want him to know how easily, how effectively, he's affecting me. But I can't help it.

I squirm slightly, thighs trying to squeeze against the hand between them. Fingers splayed on the wall at my back.

The sounds in a house would be quiet, subtle, enough. But out here...I have no doubt they're carrying on the wind. My sounds of tormented enjoyment drifting on the breeze to any ears that might be listening.

That thought, and the tingling sensations building beneath his fingers, help to colour my cheeks further still.

 

[BeautifulDream]

One cupcake down and what seemed like twenty corners later, she was still in the maze and they were no where to be seen. Her back stretch, her arms reaching above her, she sighed. Where in the hell are they? She was actually surprised they found Brit and herself so easily. It gave her a new respect for them.

She recognized this area, this is where their cave was. Her eyes darted around quickly, scanning for any sign of them. Hmm. They couldn't have gone too far.

"Oh... Scuttle?" She said in a singsong like voice, not too loudly, calling out to him. "Innocent and helpless victim right here......? Witchy One....? Anyone...?"

You're talking to yourself in the middle of a maze, Dream.
Quiet you!

She sights softly again, carrying on with her walk. Then she heard a moan. Now where did it come from?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The pace of his teasing fingers and the circles they move against her increases just slightly, feeling her body responding to him despite the fact that anyone could stumble upon them, anyone could hear them... or, perhaps because of those things.

"That's be-" his voice is cut off as another drifts to him on the cool air, and he grins at the sound. "Sounds like Dream is back..." The teasing of his fingers increases sharply and suddenly, quick circles against the sensitive nub of her clit, his voice low and demanding in her ear.

"Call out to her, Witch. Beckon her."

 

[Britwitch]

Louder whines, more constant. Weight being shifted from bare foot to bare foot upon the grass as I try to stand still.

"That's be-"

I hear the voice just as he does, feeling my insides tighten.

"Sounds like Dream is back..."

A loud cry now, eyes wide, as he rubs harder. Hand leaving the wall to pull uselessly at his wrist, to try and lessen the connection, the pressure.

"Call out to her, Witch. Beckon her."

"Dream!"

I hear myself call out desperately. Her name morphing into a wanton groan as eyes flutter against a wave of unwanted pleasure that courses through me.

"Dream...we're...I'm...here...!"

The words are broken up by the moans and whimpers he's drawing so expertly from inside me.

 

[BeautifulDream]

"Dream!" She turned slowly, trying to pinpoint where the voice came from. The damned wind was making it hard. She moved quickly in the direction she thought it came from. Her skirt blowing back against her.

"Brit!!" She shouted back, turning corner after corner, searching. She stopped for a moment to listen again.

Dream.... we're.... I'm... here! Her head snapped around, there! she turned a quick corner, running into wall. But she could hear it. She could hear them on the other side. "Brit!" she said loudly, her eyes looking for a way around.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He grinned as he listened to them, his fingers mercilessly moving against the Witch's clit, feeling her growing arousal. He kept close, even as he heard Dream on the other side of the wall he had the Witch against, and he knew it was only a matter of moments before she was there. It was a change of plans, of course, but the change was easy and already done in his mind.

All that was left was for her to walk into his web.

"You're wet, little Witch. You want to cum, don't you?" It was a rhetorical question, the answer quite obvious, and he didn't even bother waiting for her to attempt an answer. "Ask her... ask her to get over here. To make you cum."

 

[Britwitch]

It was hard to stand up. To stay on my feet. Hips rocking obscenely against his hand. Hating how easily I'd come to this point, how it took little more than a finger.
Dreading what he would be capable of when using more.

"You're wet, little Witch. You want to cum, don't you? Ask her... ask her to get over here. To make you cum."

I nod. Breathing fast and shallow.

"Dream...!!"

The name, the cry, is desperately yelled.

"Dream, please! Please come here...!"

I can't manage much more than that, even those hoarsely groaned words barely discernible from the other noises leaving my mouth.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She was running as soon as she heard his voice, though low and quiet. Her heels some how remaining atop of the ground and not sinking into it.

"Dream, please! Please come here...!" She turned, corner, corner, trying to find a way, trying to keep her bearings. She knew it probably was not the best idea to run straight to them. He would be waiting and since he knew she was coming, that honestly didn't help.

"Hold on!" She shouted, trying to reassure the Witchy One. One last corner, this should be it. She turned it and stopped. The sight of Brit pressed against the wall completely naked, Scuttle in front of her. Now how to get them both to safety?

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His head shook slightly, fingers working without interruption, his voice still low as he listened to Dream try to find her way to them, the sound only audible when the Witch paused for a breath.

"That's not what I sa-"

His words cut off when he heard Dream nearby, and he knew the sight she'd see upon rounding the corner. Not, perhaps, what she was expecting. He turned from the naked, writhing Witch to grin back at the new arrival for a moment, and then his attention returns to the one bucking and arching against his fingers.

"Tell her you want to cum." His lips were right next to her ear, his voice low and forceful. It was clearly not a suggestion. "You don't get to unless she makes you. Tell her."

 

[Britwitch]

"That's not what I sa-"

I see Dream appear and am torn between relief and fresh panic.

"Tell her you want to cum."

"Please...don't make me..."

I beg, pointlessly. I know he's not listening.

"You don't get to unless she makes you. Tell her."

Cheeks burning I turn what must be lust filled eyes towards her.

"Dream...please...I...please make me cum...I...I want to and I...I can't if you...you don't...make me..."

The tone is begging. Pure and simple. Driven by the need he's caused inside and driven hard.

"Please...make me cum..."

 

[BeautifulDream]

Her eyes flicked toward him at his words. "Just... let her go..." Pointless, of course. He wouldn't and she knew it.

Brit's voice pulled her gaze away from him. Her fingers fidgeting slightly as she stepped forward. She'd be within his grasp if she moved toward Brit. Both of them, trapped and in his control. She bite her bottom lip softly, her eyes moving between the two. Unsure as to what to do. Then she spoke softly. "Then you have to move away..." her words to Scuttle.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mmhmm... very good."

The words are muttered into the Witch's ear, and then his eyes shift to Dream, watching for her reaction. She's unsure of how to act, he can see it in the way her teeth find her lip, the way her eyes shift. She thought she was coming to rescue the Witch, he was certain, but now she's being asked by the very person for something quite different.

Her words pull one corner of his mouth into a grin, and with the hand on the Witch's throat, the fingers along her jaw, he turns her head in the direction of Dream, allowing her to see the girl that can give her the release he knows she wants.

"That didn't sound like a yes to me," he murmurs into her ear, fingers unrelenting against her, his eyes still on Dream. "I think you need to beg more. Convince her. Or I'll keep you on the edge like this all night."

 

[Britwitch]

"Mmhmm... very good."

He turns my head so I can see Dream clearly. And, more importantly, she can see just what a state he's gotten me into. My eyes are sparkling with need, face flushed and lips parted to let the constant torrent of whimpers and sighs free.

"That didn't sound like a yes to me,"

A whine. Loud and plaintive.

"I think you need to beg more. Convince her. Or I'll keep you on the edge like this all night."

I barely let him finish before I'm doing what he tells me. Obediently. Readily. Needily.

"Please Dream...please help me...make me cum...I...I can't...he won't..."

A loud, long, low, moan and my whole body shudders on his hand, my hand still rests on his wrist. Not really pulling anymore, not that I managed to achieve much at any rate.

"...please Dream....please help me..."

 

[BeautifulDream]

The pleading look in Brit's eyes made her wince slightly, the sound of her begging. She looked hard at Scuttle, debating then Brit's groan pulled her eyes back to her.

"Okay!!" She shouted slowly, her body inching forward. "Alright..." A sigh of defeat, her eyes met the ground, shamefully. Not because of what she was now expected to do to Brit, she didn't mind that, no it was because she was being pushed into it. "I'll do it, just stop torturing her..."

She couldn't stand to see Brit like this, it wasn't right. She had to obey, for Brit at least. Her chest fell in a soft breath as she closed her eyes. This was a bad idea... really bad. She stepped forward, closing most of the distance, but keeping her out of his reach. "I'll do it..." She muttered.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His slight grin grew at the sound of the begging, and then again when Dream gave in. As he knew she would. His hand on the Witch's head still, he turned her eyes away, tilting her chin back up, letting the sound of her desperate, needy voice float out on the cool night air to whoever may be listening.

His eyes remained intently on Dream, and when she moved closer he shook his head slightly. "No no... not yet. If you want to help her, then you'll leave your clothes in a pile at your feet. Every last stitch."

And then, his hand shifted, two fingers pushing fully into the writhing Witch suddenly.

 

[Britwitch]

"No no... not yet. If you want to help her, then you'll leave your clothes in a pile at your feet. Every last stitch."

I feel the change in position of his hand a split second before I feel fingers force inside my tightness. I cry out, body pushing up onto tiptoes while fingers curl tight around his wrist.

"Oh...oh my...oh god..."

My hips roll lewdly, beyond my control. Internal muscles tight around the fingers, torn between the wishes of my mind to expel his digits and the wishes of my body to draw them deeper.

Another cry, wanton and lusty, rings out into the night sky. At that moment all I'm aware of are his fingers and the potential promise of relief...of release.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She paused, her hands twitching to cover her chest. Undress? "Why do I need to be undressed if she's the one who's---" Brit's moan stopped her. She could see Scuttle's fingers moving against her.

She didn't say anything, didn't think. She just slipped the small straps over her shoulders, the material stretching as it should as she tugging the tight dress down, letting it fall free after passing her waist. She didn't wear a bra with the dress, nor tights. Her fingers moved, pushing the small black panties down, leaving her in only the pair of black heels she had on. Did he mean those too?

Her eyes moved back to his. "There... now will you stop torturing her?"

 

[fr33ks33k]

In another part of the maze...

*He's not sure how much of that punch he'd had to drink...all he knows is that where he wakes is patently not where he fell asleep. Also, his costume seems to have changed. No longer a ronin, his body is covered in neoprene, neck to toe. The pattern on his chest is arachnid, but this is no Spiderman costume. He smiles as he regains most of his senses, slipping the mask from his face. Easier to see in the dark.

A sound, a cry, catches his ear. It would almost seem like pain, if he hadn't heard that particular voice and pitch before. His smile goes wider as he wanders through the maze in search of the source. There are two other voices, picked up in pieces on his way. This could turn into quite the fun evening...*

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He was almost ignoring the lurching, needy creature tightening around his fingers as he watched the new arrival, and in short order her body was revealed to him as well, his eyes openly roaming her nakedness as he had with the one he had pressed against the wall now. He couldn't help but to chuckle at her question, and he simply ignored it, holding her gaze as he moved his fingers inside the Witch for a moment.

And then, without warning, he was gone from her. His fingers left her, glistening with her arousal as they slid from her, his hand leaving her throat, his body pulling from hers. Quick steps took him to Dream in a flash, one hand reaching for her throat, to push her back against the same wall the Witch was against, and the other moving his slick fingers to her lips.

"Clean them. Every drop."

 

[Britwitch]

Just when I think my body is about to give up and give in he's gone. My body sags back against the wall, chest heaving as the waves of need still rush through my veins. Hands brace and hold me up as I lean shaking and shivering against the wall.

I watch as he moves and takes hold of her. She as naked as me.

"...I'm sorry..."

I murmur huskily as she's pushed back against the wall, his hands on her throat and in front of her face.

"Clean them. Every drop."

I can't look anywhere else. I try but I just can't. Eyes flitting between his glistening fingers and her face.

 

[BeautifulDream]

A shiver crept down her spine, the cold air brushing against bare skin. Her arms folding over her chest, acting as those it was for warmth. But in all honesty, she was trying to cover herself.

He moved quickly, her own body jerking backwards in response. She couldn't move away fast enough. His hands finding her throat, the fingers placed before her lips. She could smell Brit's sweet nectar on them, the scent of Brit's arousal, it made her groan inwardly. She gave a look to Brit, small relief that her torture was over. Even if only for the moment.

The relief went away instantly as her eyes trailed from her throat, up the arms of the one who held her, she was now going to be tortured. If she was going to be tortured, might as well go out fighting.

Slowly, she shook her head at his command.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes were intent on the girl in his grip now, paying little attention to the one gasping for breath close by, the one who's juices coated his fingers. A predatory grin spread slowly on his lips as Dream shook her head, refusing to do as she was told.

His eyes shifted to the side, settling on Brit, and he gave a slow, pitying shake of his head.

"I guess she's not ready to let you, little Witch. Maybe she doesn't believe you need it..."

He smirked, gaze slipping back to the one before him, and he pressed more strongly against her, narrowing her airway, his other hand slipping between Dream's thighs this time, using the Witch's slick arousal to seek out and tease a new clit.

 

[Britwitch]

"I guess she's not ready to let you, little Witch. Maybe she doesn't believe you need it..."

I can't believe how ridiculously turned on I still am. Even without his touch. Maybe it's the mischievous magic of Hallowe'en hanging in the air. Maybe it's something more earthy...more base...

Whatever the reason at his words I hear myself groan.
I could move my hands, I could touch myself and bring on the high that I'm desperate to feel. But I don't. I stay a shivering, whimpering wreck against the wall. Unable to run because my legs don't feel strong enough to do it, not to mention the fear of the 'unpleasantness' that was threatened before.

Watching as he moves closer and continues his torment on another. Hearing another groan leave me as I watch his fingers push between her thighs and my own sex tingles in response.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He's found the source of the sounds. Seems these two have found the monster of the maze. Doesn't look very monstrous, but he does look to have a strong grip and a definite plan of attack...making demands of them both, but only the witch seems compliant. He leans against one of the sturdy fountains-turned-birdbaths, content to watch for now*

 

[BeautifulDream]

A soft gasp escaped as his hand tightened around her neck, it felt harder to pull in air. Her eyes pinned on him. She couldn't stop herself. The moan, soft and low, passed against her will as his fingers found her clit. Her body jerking, trying to pull her hips away from his hand.

She shook her head lightly again, her eyes never moving from his. She wasn't giving in that easily.