Welcome to Hell.

[Seranova]

Her body tenses as the cup rests upon her head. Terrified of two things, firstly of spilling boiling liquid over herself and secondly, and perhaps more worryingly, of upsetting him.

The groping makes her wince, tender flesh protesting the action but she stays as still as she possibly can. His words making her want to fidget, thighs pressing together against the tingle building rapidly between them. She could argue she isn't excited by the thought of everything he suggests but that would most likely get her into far more trouble than she already was.

A yelp as her nipple is painfully pulled, making her jerk but somehow maintain her balance and that of the beverage on her head.

I...I think that a position that allows the most use would probably be the most effective but I also think, I know, that as one doing the using, the choice is ultimately yours...

He considered dipping a hand down in between her thighs, checking again to see just how excited she was. But something about her voice and very subtle shifting told him just about all he needed to know. She was loving this, certainly. A smirk touched his lips, and he removed hand from breast to fish his hardening length out of his own pants. Given their already extremely close proximity, the head of member hit and rested against her nose as he let it free. Then, he picked up his coffee from the top of her head and took another sip casually.

Oh, you think I'm going to use you, witch? You would love that, wouldn't you? Well, I wasn't planning on it, but I might be convinced. Are you going to beg to be used, naughty little witchling?

Another casual sip of the hot, black brew was taken, as the member flexed against her nose.

 

[Britwitch]

He considered dipping a hand down in between her thighs, checking again to see just how excited she was. But something about her voice and very subtle shifting told him just about all he needed to know. She was loving this, certainly. A smirk touched his lips, and he removed hand from breast to fish his hardening length out of his own pants. Given their already extremely close proximity, the head of member hit and rested against her nose as he let it free. Then, he picked up his coffee from the top of her head and took another sip casually.

Oh, you think I'm going to use you, witch? You would love that, wouldn't you? Well, I wasn't planning on it, but I might be convinced. Are you going to beg to be used, naughty little witchling?

Another casual sip of the hot, black brew was taken, as the member flexed against her nose.

Blue eyes widen appreciatively as hardening flesh appears before her eyes, she can smell his desire, whether it is intended for her or not, it is there and stirs something deep inside. A wave of relief as the pressure of the mug leaves her head and allows her to relax, ever so slightly. His words are as tempting as everything else he has said and she sees no need to pretend they aren't affecting her when they so clearly are.

I would love you to use me...

She admits, desperate to look into his face but somehow reining in the need for the time being at least.

...I would love you to do whatever you wished, however you wished. To use me like the naughty little witch I truly am.

 

[Perplexia]

*slides in through the back entrance to my fluffy bed. Smiles contently at her fortune to catch her favorite sadist in action, and sips her tea.
Snaps her fingers and gets some popcorn and lays back enjoying the example of levels.

 

[Seranova]

Blue eyes widen appreciatively as hardening flesh appears before her eyes, she can smell his desire, whether it is intended for her or not, it is there and stirs something deep inside. A wave of relief as the pressure of the mug leaves her head and allows her to relax, ever so slightly. His words are as tempting as everything else he has said and she sees no need to pretend they aren't affecting her when they so clearly are.

I would love you to use me...

She admits, desperate to look into his face but somehow reining in the need for the time being at least.

...I would love you to do whatever you wished, however you wished. To use me like the naughty little witch I truly am.

He doesn't respond right away. Another sip of coffee is taken, then a pause. A snap of his fingers, and a rumble from the ground below them follows. Close by, a flattened rock rises slowly. It is a prefect height for her to bend over it, a perfect width that only her stomach would be supported, her thighs would be pressed on one side and her breasts hanging free on the other. In short, it is a rock that was obviously perfect for using naughty things. His length is pulled away from her face as he takes a step back.

Display yourself, naughty witch.

He gestured towards the rock, and made no move to help her up, or guide her in any way. He did, however, down the last of his coffee and toss the cup aside to evaporate on its own.

 

[Britwitch]

He doesn't respond right away. Another sip of coffee is taken, then a pause. A snap of his fingers, and a rumble from the ground below them follows. Close by, a flattened rock rises slowly. It is a prefect height for her to bend over it, a perfect width that only her stomach would be supported, her thighs would be pressed on one side and her breasts hanging free on the other. In short, it is a rock that was obviously perfect for using naughty things. His length is pulled away from her face as he takes a step back.

Display yourself, naughty witch.

He gestured towards the rock, and made no move to help her up, or guide her in any way. He did, however, down the last of his coffee and toss the cup aside to evaporate on its own.

A-as you wish...

After a brief struggle, she stands and moves over to the rock. Hesitating for the merest of moments before stepping up to it and leaning herself forwards. The shackles keep her hands behind her back, it's awkward but this is not the time to complain.

All too soon she is bent over the rock, breasts just clearing one side and hanging beneath her, and thighs pressed against the oddly warm stone on the other.

Her breathing is growing increasingly shallow and slightly tremulous.

 

[Seranova]

A-as you wish...

After a brief struggle, she stands and moves over to the rock. Hesitating for the merest of moments before stepping up to it and leaning herself forwards. The shackles keep her hands behind her back, it's awkward but this is not the time to complain.

All too soon she is bent over the rock, breasts just clearing one side and hanging beneath her, and thighs pressed against the oddly warm stone on the other.

Her breathing is growing increasingly shallow and slightly tremulous.

He moves easily, casually, fingers tracing reddened ass and up her back, then back down as nails dig in slightly this time. A chuckle passes his lips, as he reaches under and slaps a free-hanging orb of flesh beneath her. When his words come, they are firm, deep, and definitely not a suggestion.

You have offered to be a part of this place. When you come here, you will be on display in some way or another. Is that understood? You will wear no more than you are now, and you will be an obvious plaything for others' enjoyment. Is that clear, little witch?

He pops a finger into her mouth and withdraws quickly, and with her own saliva coating his digit, he begins slowly sliding it over and then into her puckered rosebud, one knuckle at a time. Once fully inside, the finger wiggles and twists.

Well?

 

[Nina327]

-an infirno glows and she steped out of it.... quite delighted her second home is beig used to its purpose-

Morning Hellraisers...

-her eyes fell on the exposed flesh about the room and she smiled.-

I was wondering when we were going to get some flesh toys around here...

 

[Britwitch]

He moves easily, casually, fingers tracing reddened ass and up her back, then back down as nails dig in slightly this time. A chuckle passes his lips, as he reaches under and slaps a free-hanging orb of flesh beneath her. When his words come, they are firm, deep, and definitely not a suggestion.

You have offered to be a part of this place. When you come here, you will be on display in some way or another. Is that understood? You will wear no more than you are now, and you will be an obvious plaything for others' enjoyment. Is that clear, little witch?

He pops a finger into her mouth and withdraws quickly, and with her own saliva coating his digit, he begins slowly sliding it over and then into her puckered rosebud, one knuckle at a time. Once fully inside, the finger wiggles and twists.

Well?

A quiet hiss through teeth then a whine at scratching nails then the connection of palm with sensitive breast.

Yes, I...I understand...

She begins to reply before her words are stopped by the insertion of his finger between her lips. She barely has time to react before it is removed and almost instantly she can feel it pressing against her ass. She fidgets, not that the rock or position allows much, as it pushes inside. An unfamiliar intrusion. Pushing, probing.

I understand.

She repeats, her voice a little huskier than before.

My place here is perfectly clear.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hi all

**the Fish rocks up, anti-boil in place. He sees a lady having tea and popcorn on a bed; sees another lady bent over a rock with a bloke standing over her; and best of all, he see the Nina**

Hi Nina

Hell is fucking stange place......

 

[Seranova]

A quiet hiss through teeth then a whine at scratching nails then the connection of palm with sensitive breast.

Yes, I...I understand...

She begins to reply before her words are stopped by the insertion of his finger between her lips. She barely has time to react before it is removed and almost instantly she can feel it pressing against her ass. She fidgets, not that the rock or position allows much, as it pushes inside. An unfamiliar intrusion. Pushing, probing.

I understand.

She repeats, her voice a little huskier than before.

My place here is perfectly clear.

A nod of his head is followed by a wicked grin as he turns to Nina with finger still buried within the witch's tight, obviously not oft used hole. He winks playfully and makes a gesture of his head towards the chained and helpless willing plaything.

Would you like to help break her in, Kitty? She has so much to give, I'm sure...

He chuckles softly and moves behind the girl, his finger twisting slightly with the motion. Thumb is pressed to the more conventional entrance, and easily slips deep inside. The fingers of his other hand grasp at exposed clit and squeeze, twist, and pinch firmly. They do not release, though they have stopped twisting after the initial motion. He lifts his eyes back to Nina and speaks loud enough that all might hear quite clearly, an obvious tease to the poor little witch.

She is nearly gushing... she just loves this. I think she would love more people to use her. What do you think?

 

[Nina327]

Hi all

**the Fish rocks up, anti-boil in place. He sees a lady having tea and popcorn on a bed; sees another lady bent over a rock with a bloke standing over her; and best of all, he see the Nina**

Hi Nina

Hell is fucking strange place......

-Coffee coffee coffeeeee.... grabbing a huge cup she sees the fish... snatching up his bowl she heads to her lounge settling in and setting him beside her-

It is indeed a strange place... i mean really, where else can you fulfill desires, any desire you wish without reproach, judgment or persicution... strange indeed.

 

[Fish_Tales]

**Enjoys sitting on the couch next to Nina - probably the safest place to be**

Yes - maybe everywhere should be like hell. But not so hot.

You wanna tip a little of that coffee in here please? Just a little pick me up....

 

[Britwitch]

A nod of his head is followed by a wicked grin as he turns to Nina with finger still buried within the witch's tight, obviously not oft used hole. He winks playfully and makes a gesture of his head towards the chained and helpless willing plaything.

Would you like to help break her in, Kitty? She has so much to give, I'm sure...

He chuckles softly and moves behind the girl, his finger twisting slightly with the motion. Thumb is pressed to the more conventional entrance, and easily slips deep inside. The fingers of his other hand grasp at exposed clit and squeeze, twist, and pinch firmly. They do not release, though they have stopped twisting after the initial motion. He lifts his eyes back to Nina and speaks loud enough that all might hear quite clearly, an obvious tease to the poor little witch.

She is nearly gushing... she just loves this. I think she would love more people to use her. What do you think?

A louder whine now, as clit is crushed between his fingers, which rapidly descends into a groan she wished wasn't quite so wanton in tone.

Following his questions with slightly held breath.

 

[Nina327]

Would you like to help break her in, Kitty? She has so much to give, I'm sure...


She is nearly gushing... she just loves this. I think she would love more people to use her. What do you think?

-lips licked watching his delight with the plaything-

I'd love too, but my time here is not long, though she is rather an adorable helpless little thing, isn't she...

-a grin as she looks down at the fish.. she really shoudlnt... and really should but she wont set the fish tween the little witches shoulder blades-

**Enjoys sitting on the couch next to Nina - probably the safest place to be**

Yes - maybe everywhere should be like hell. But not so hot.

You wanna tip a little of that coffee in here please? Just a little pick me up....

-She did, however, tip a bit of her cup to flow into the fishbowl-

Well, the people make it hotter too.

-giggling, it was funny, that the safest place for the fishy in hell would be nest to her-


-her eyes lifted watching the pair.... and thought... and thought... of something she could do... something that would linger long after she was gone.... Mmmm....

She rose and three lit candles appeared, floating above the girl... they were 6 inches tall and two across... grabbing the first she opened the girls hands and rested it between them. the second... she grabbed out of the air and tipped it pouring wax at the base of the playthings spine, letting it run north and south... and then set the candle in it... the third.... snatched and tipped... another pool... tween shoulderblades... right where her neck met her back... the candle settled.... she smiled and returned to her lounge, slipping back snuggly like with the fish making fishfaces-

 

[Britwitch]

-lips licked watching his delight with the plaything-

I'd love too, but my time here is not long, though she is rather an adorable helpless little thing, isn't she...

-her eyes lifted watching the pair.... and thought... and thought... of something she could do... something that would linger long after she was gone.... Mmmm....

She rose and three lit candles appeared, floating above the girl... they were 6 inches tall and two across... grabbing the first she opened the girls hands and rested it between them. the second... she grabbed out of the air and tipped it pouring wax at the base of the playthings spine, letting it run north and south... and then set the candle in it... the third.... snatched and tipped... another pool... tween shoulderblades... right where her neck met her back... the candle settled.... she smiled and returned to her lounge, slipping back snuggly like with the fish making fishfaces-

She felt her hands being moved, fingers spread and something hard and round being placed within them. She frowned a little, in confusion, before letting out a long groan as something hot began to pour down on her lower back. Confusion gone, it was a candle. Pressure as, she presumed, a second was pushed into the wax on her back. Then more pouring, more whining, and another was added to her upper back. Skin tightening and stinging beneath the wax.

A human candle holder...that was different.

Through it all, she tried not to fidget against the fingers inside her.

 

[Seranova]

She felt her hands being moved, fingers spread and something hard and round being placed within them. She frowned a little, in confusion, before letting out a long groan as something hot began to pour down on her lower back. Confusion gone, it was a candle. Pressure as, she presumed, a second was pushed into the wax on her back. Then more pouring, more whining, and another was added to her upper back. Skin tightening and stinging beneath the wax.

A human candle holder...that was different.

Through it all, she tried not to fidget against the fingers inside her.

The fingers buried within the witch-turned-candlestick began to pump slowly in and out. Clit was pinched harder, then twisted once again. His head tilted to the side to try and gain view of her face as he worked, but it was difficult from this angle. So, he watched curiously as wax poured down the heated candles and pooled on her back. The more she moved, the more wax would be deposited, of course. That's what made it so fun.

Enjoying yourself, little witch? Nothing quite like being a toy for the denizens of hell, hm?

He laughs and withdraws his fingers slowly. The tip of engorged member presses against one hole, then the other, and back again. He is enjoying the tease, as always. Sadism really is so much fun for that.

Hmmm... which one shall I claim as mine? What do you think, witchling? Any requests?

 

[Fish_Tales]

-lips licked watching his delight with the plaything-

I'd love too, but my time here is not long, though she is rather an adorable helpless little thing, isn't she...

-a grin as she looks down at the fish.. she really shoudlnt... and really should but she wont set the fish tween the little witches shoulder blades--

Thank god.

[/QUOTE]-She did, however, tip a bit of her cup to flow into the fishbowl-

Well, the people make it hotter too.

-giggling, it was funny, that the safest place for the fishy in hell would be nest to her-[/QUOTE]

Thanks

He watched Nina - what was she thinking?

[/QUOTE]-her eyes lifted watching the pair.... and thought... and thought... of something she could do... something that would linger long after she was gone.... Mmmm....

She rose and three lit candles appeared, floating above the girl... they were 6 inches tall and two across... grabbing the first she opened the girls hands and rested it between them. the second... she grabbed out of the air and tipped it pouring wax at the base of the playthings spine, letting it run north and south... and then set the candle in it... the third.... snatched and tipped... another pool... tween shoulderblades... right where her neck met her back... the candle settled.... she smiled and returned to her lounge, slipping back snuggly like with the fish making fishfaces-[/QUOTE]

Oh my. I'm sort of shaking, but that was deviously delicious. What is it you are....?

.....Devilishly nice.

**It's like a car crash - he's watching, but he doesn't want to watch....he stays settled next to her**

 

[Britwitch]

The fingers buried within the witch-turned-candlestick began to pump slowly in and out. Clit was pinched harder, then twisted once again. His head tilted to the side to try and gain view of her face as he worked, but it was difficult from this angle. So, he watched curiously as wax poured down the heated candles and pooled on her back. The more she moved, the more wax would be deposited, of course. That's what made it so fun.

Enjoying yourself, little witch? Nothing quite like being a toy for the denizens of hell, hm?

He laughs and withdraws his fingers slowly. The tip of engorged member presses against one hole, then the other, and back again. He is enjoying the tease, as always. Sadism really is so much fun for that.

Hmmm... which one shall I claim as mine? What do you think, witchling? Any requests?

A loud cry as clit is tortured, the sensitive bundle of nerves crying out under the pressure of his fingers. Every jolt sending more wax splashing down on her skin causing her to draw in rapid breaths through clenched teeth.

No, nothing like it...

She groans as fingers are removed and she feels his shaft bump against her body, higher...then lower...then higher. Then the question she's been dreading.

There's the honest answer, then the one she thinks she should give. Which to offer.

...whichever you would prefer, whichever one you most wish to use...they are both yours for the taking...

 

[Seranova]

A loud cry as clit is tortured, the sensitive bundle of nerves crying out under the pressure of his fingers. Every jolt sending more wax splashing down on her skin causing her to draw in rapid breaths through clenched teeth.

No, nothing like it...

She groans as fingers are removed and she feels his shaft bump against her body, higher...then lower...then higher. Then the question she's been dreading.

There's the honest answer, then the one she thinks she should give. Which to offer.

...whichever you would prefer, whichever one you most wish to use...they are both yours for the taking...

With another snap of his fingers, a bottle of lubricant appeared in hand, and as he poured a bit into his palm, he chuckled slightly at the nature of summoning random things here. Only in hell. The drops are spread evenly across his member. If she had any questions before, about which hole he would choose, he is sure they are quickly answered when lubed finger presses against puckered bud and pressed to coat the inside evenly. Once withdrawn, the tip presses against entrance and he growls with a sneer.

Then I claim this one.

With that, pressure is applied, and with a slow push, the head pops past resistance. It is a long, slow descent, until finally, the entire length is at home within her backdoor.

 

[Britwitch]

With another snap of his fingers, a bottle of lubricant appeared in hand, and as he poured a bit into his palm, he chuckled slightly at the nature of summoning random things here. Only in hell. The drops are spread evenly across his member. If she had any questions before, about which hole he would choose, he is sure they are quickly answered when lubed finger presses against puckered bud and pressed to coat the inside evenly. Once withdrawn, the tip presses against entrance and he growls with a sneer.

Then I claim this one.

With that, pressure is applied, and with a slow push, the head pops past resistance. It is a long, slow descent, until finally, the entire length is at home within her backdoor.

The finger re-enters and feels different, slicker, more dangerous. She wets her lips, trying in vain to relax, certain of what will follow.

Pressure and then all too soon he is inside her. Tight walls clenching around him, trying to expel him, an instinct she tries to fight. Knowing it will only make things so much worse.

Her legs strain, fingernails press into the candle cradled in her palms.

Her ass protests the intrusion but she doesn't fight it. Her lips let out a string of quiet whines and yelps as he sinks as deep as it's possible to go.

He has claimed her.

 

[Nina327]

Thank god.

Not arund here...

Thanks

thats better....

Oh my. I'm sort of shaking, but that was deviously delicious. What is it you are....?

.....Devilishly nice.

**It's like a car crash - he's watching, but he doesn't want to watch....he stays settled next to her**

-her fingers stroked down his spines-

Hehehehehe -corrupting the fish is sinfuly fun-......

yesss... I can be....

--... plucking up his bowl... she kissed the sadits mans cheek... and the playthings cheek---

Time for me to go.... have fun you two...

--she rose topside and set the fishy down--

what... I like i was gonna leave you in there...

 

[Fish_Tales]

Not arund here...

thats better....


-her fingers stroked down his spines-

Hehehehehe -corrupting the fish is sinfuly fun-......

yesss... I can be....

--... plucking up his bowl... she kissed the sadits mans cheek... and the playthings cheek---

Time for me to go.... have fun you two...

--she rose topside and set the fishy down--

what... I like i was gonna leave you in there...

Thanks Nina - that was.....interesting.

That candle thing......ooohhh

**blushes at her kiss**

I hope you have a great time wherever you're going. I'll be sure to visit again soon.

**pecks her on the cheek quickly in return and then scoots off**

 

[Seranova]

The finger re-enters and feels different, slicker, more dangerous. She wets her lips, trying in vain to relax, certain of what will follow.

Pressure and then all too soon he is inside her. Tight walls clenching around him, trying to expel him, an instinct she tries to fight. Knowing it will only make things so much worse.

Her legs strain, fingernails press into the candle cradled in her palms.

Her ass protests the intrusion but she doesn't fight it. Her lips let out a string of quiet whines and yelps as he sinks as deep as it's possible to go.

He has claimed her.

A moment is taken to give her the slightest chance to accommodate the intrusion. But it is only that. Without much pretense or warning, he slaps hands against reddened ass cheeks and grips tightly. Nails dig in for leverage as he draws length out, the pushes back in. The process is repeated, over and over, each time becoming slightly more smooth and quick into her depths.

Your hole is for my pleasure now, little witch...

His words come as a low, husky whisper, and his hips have now begun to push ever more fervently. He doesn't seem to care much about treating her like a porcelain doll, or some fragile toy. It was his hole now, and his pleasure for the moment was his only concern.

Mine...

 

[Britwitch]

A moment is taken to give her the slightest chance to accommodate the intrusion. But it is only that. Without much pretense or warning, he slaps hands against reddened ass cheeks and grips tightly. Nails dig in for leverage as he draws length out, the pushes back in. The process is repeated, over and over, each time becoming slightly more smooth and quick into her depths.

Your hole is for my pleasure now, little witch...

His words come as a low, husky whisper, and his hips have now begun to push ever more fervently. He doesn't seem to care much about treating her like a porcelain doll, or some fragile toy. It was his hole now, and his pleasure for the moment was his only concern.

Mine...

Each deep thrust pressed her against the rock, pushing air from her lungs that was already being stolen by the sensations he was causing in her behind.

The tight hole was stinging, her insides felt hot - too hot. Wax was spattering all over her back as he used her, no, his hole. Skin burning, tightening, throbbing.

Yours...

She whimpered as he pushed into her again and again.

 

[Seranova]

Each deep thrust pressed her against the rock, pushing air from her lungs that was already being stolen by the sensations he was causing in her behind.

The tight hole was stinging, her insides felt hot - too hot. Wax was spattering all over her back as he used her, no, his hole. Skin burning, tightening, throbbing.

Yours...

She whimpered as he pushed into her again and again.

His lips turned into a sneer as his hips propelled him further along into his moments of bliss beyond the normal pleasure. Each push caused his member to twitch. Each thrust rapidly approaching his climax. Visions of coating her back or face with seed filled his mind. So tempting. Filling the claimed hole with his gift and claiming was another delicious thought. So many choices, so little to spare. And the time was coming when he would have to choose.

His hand wrapped in her hair and began tugging with every firm thrust of hips. He was using her, and using his own actions as a tool to remind her. She was his toy.