Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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Slips in to squeeze a Fishy
squeezes
Slips down to the seventh level...to her place.
squeezes
Slips down to the seventh level...to her place.
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Oww!
A squeal and a struggle
Well, I wouldn't say I was that naughty...mischievous perhaps...
She smiles a hopeful smile but the flames dancing all around convince her pretty effectively that smiles are wasted down here, at least on the faces of those in her position
*Nods subtely at Luna*
Welcome...
Slips in to squeeze a Fishy
squeezes
Slips down to the seventh level...to her place.
I could get used to all this Luna hugging!!![]()
*Scratches neck and collarbone*
You aren't hungry... are you dear?
Mhm.
He nods unconvinced, and tears away at a bit of clothing, before tossing it aside. A wicked grin returns to meet her smile, his eyes narrowed and shining beneath.
You wandered into Hell of your own accord, and you claim to be only mischievous? Now that seems a little unlikely. You must have known what you would find down here, little witch. We are not nice people, by definition...
She watches part of her apparel being thrown aside and swallows anxiously, knowing more flesh is revealed than was already on show when she entered
I came out of curiosity...
She admits quietly
...and I think we all know what curiosity did to the cat, I wonder what it'll mean for a witch...?
Eyes widen a little, she knows she's in over her head
A wicked grin, as some more valuable clothing is torn away easily.
Well, it won't kill you... its much more fun to have you on display. Don't you agree? Maybe that's what we'll do. We could certainly use something to liven up the place. What better than a beautiful, curious witch? Of course, such things should be readily seen, should they not?
Another ripping sound, and more material tossed aside. Barely any more hangs off of her now, and it does very little to hide anything. A nail drags up the back of thigh, then the hand lifts for another spank.
But I promised you a red rump, didn't I?
She's lost track of how much fabric now rests upon the floor, all she knows is that without it's protection from the flames, she's getting increasingly hotter by the moment. But she can't say for certain if that's purely from the flames or from the words and the lap she's stretched across.
Yes, yes, you did...
A wince as she waits for palm to connect with practically bared rounded behind
And connect it does. Several well-placed slaps upon nearly bare ass follow in rapid succession, leaving a muddle of hand-prints to show for it, as the blood rushes to the abused skin. Another tear of fabric leaves only a few scraps left on her form; scraps which don't really do anything to cover, just hang in place.
Mmmmm... I do so love red flesh. But I think we can get it even more so, don't you? And maybe some more disheveling is in order before putting you on display. Red tits, maybe? A dripping cunt? Or are we already on our way to that?
A wide grin, and a finger slides between thighs and against nether lips to check for himself.
*Sits down in lotus posture and watches the spectacle between Brit and Sera unfold.*
Well...they must know each other.![]()
Each slap is followed instantly by a yelp, muscles tensing and fingers curling tightly into palms. Teeth catch on lower lip as her rear tingles and burns.
I...I don't know...
She lies, she can feel the warm wetness leaking onto her thighs, making her face glow like the cheeks further down her body. She can feel eyes watching from somewhere in the gloomy darkness. Fingers probe higher and as they reach the proof of her body's excitement, that she would give anything to hide, she nervously meets his eyes.
So wet... So naughty...
Finger is withdrawn and wiped across her cheek as if he was disgusted, despite the sly grin etched upon his face. Then, his eyes meet hers, and the grin morphs into a frown, and his jaw sets sternly.
Did I say you could look at me? Eyes on the floor, witch. You're a plaything, now. A toy for amusement. But you love being just that, don't you?
After a few moments waiting for a reply, several more spanks land across her already reddened behind, each one harder than the last. Then, once done, he pauses and surveys his work with an appreciative noise from his throat. A snap of his fingers, the sounds of heavy chains, and he drops a pair of thick shackles on the floor before her.
Put these on, little witch.
She feels the cooling tightness as her own moisture is wiped across her cheek then she pulls her eyes from his and forces them to the floor as quickly as she can.
Sorry, I'm sorry...and yes, yes I do...
Her tone is embarrassed as she admits his accusation is correct.
She jumps as the shackles land on the floor beneath her, sliding off of his lap without any further words, she snaps them around her wrists with a small degree of struggle, trapping her arms behind her back. And so she kneels, hissing quietly through her teeth as raw rump rests on heels, arms behind her, chest pushed forward as a result.