Welcome to Hell.

Slips in to squeeze a Fishy

squeezes

Slips down to the seventh level...to her place.
 
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

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...
 
*Scratches neck and collarbone*

You aren't hungry... are you dear?

Grins from the exit

Oh no, I don't like human flesh for feeding. I am the resident Wolf. We hunt real game...

but if you ever wanna see what I do to human flesh...catch me when I am ...happy.


Grin vanishes.

Right now, I wouldn't play nice, even if I could.

Disappears.
 
Bye all - time for some things to be done up above.

Nice to meet you for the first time, Count. See you around....

**scoots off and makes a note to put some anti-boil in his bowl next time he visits**
 
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
 
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?
 
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
 
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.
 
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.

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.
 
*Sits down in lotus posture and watches the spectacle between Brit and Sera unfold.*

Well...they must know each other.:D

A Wolf returns from the seventh level, bringing her own chair. She enters the main arena and falls into it, her eyes going to the watcher in the corner. He looks...intrigued. But then again, the scene is rather...sensual. If one is into that sort of thing. She smiles. Teeth gleam. Eyes glitter...and pours a glass of ice cold Stoli. The good stuff.

Finally, she raises her voice, just a touch...


You wanna come over here ...and watch with me?

Soft alto. Husky.
 
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.
 
slowly comes in the back enterence and plops down on my feather bed. *Blows kiss' to Luna, Snogs Seranova, being sadistic again i see :kiss: *Waves to everyone else
 
The Wolf sees the other watcher leave and so decides to retreat herself. Back to the seventh level...until someone else comes to call.
 
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.
 
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.

His hand rushes forward and grasps at throat, fingers tightening and loosening randomly around the soft flesh.

How would you like to become a more permanent fixture around here? Maybe I'll chain you to the wall and have you add some color to this place. And, of course, a willing target for the perverse desires one would expect to find...

With the words trailing off, several heavy slaps fall upon her breasts, each one aiming for a different portion. Some fall on the tops, others the undersides, the sides, and still others directly across nipples. Once the last have made their mark, he sits back and once again studies his handiwork.

Delicious. What do you say? Naughty enough to volunteer for such a thing? Ready to be ogled by all, and used by anyone?
 
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