Welcome to Hell.

[fr33ks33k]

*Eyes avert, landing on two figures, one familiar and one not so. He offers them both a warm smile and a knowing wink that would say "Yes, we will."*

Good afternoon to both of you.

 

[Britwitch]

His smile grows ever wider and of ill intent when he hears the response so beautifully given to his question. A pair of fingers slide down her stomach, gradually setting their path towards his goal. Once arriving at the cleft between her thighs, they set to work to tease and coax the button of pleasure. The thin chain dangles when the clamp is brought down in a similar manner, and within another moment, it slowly closes around the tight bundle of nerves.

Now you have it. And I have you.

His hand lashes out and catches a fist full of hair to wrench her head back, effectively stretching the chains that were only designed to give slack when one is standing straight.

How does that feel, little witch?

Only half of his question was referring to the clamps, anymore.

*There is a flash of metal, then the darkened figure reveals himself. A kindred spirit indeed. His device is affixed to the woman, and she releases sounds of appreciation for receiving it's unique clutches. When her hair is tugged, the chains go taut and a wicked grin covers his face. It takes only a few steps for him to reach them, hand outstretched to grasp the joint of the chains. The already tightened lengths pull slightly more, clamped buds straining as they move away from their normal resting places.*

Pardon my interruption, good sir, but I was watching your handiwork and I simply couldn't resist. This one is quite the willing participant, isn't she?

The shifting of weight from foot to foot that follows the fondling of her clit it abruptly stopped by the fixing of the clamp against the bundle of nerves. She whines, long and low, eyes brightening further as the flesh pulses and throbs.

A yelp as hair is pulled and chains pulled taut, pulling on three aching pieces of tissue. Breasts pulled by their nipples, sex yanked by her clit, waves of pleasure and pain surging through her and colliding, again and again.

I-intense...painful...g-good, th-thank you...

Another yelp as new fingers join the teasing, the other figure revealing himself with a smile to match the other one taunting her wickedly. Pulling the chain, causing toes to curl into the warm stone beneath her feet.

 

[Seranova]

The shifting of weight from foot to foot that follows the fondling of her clit it abruptly stopped by the fixing of the clamp against the bundle of nerves. She whines, long and low, eyes brightening further as the flesh pulses and throbs.

A yelp as hair is pulled and chains pulled taut, pulling on three aching pieces of tissue. Breasts pulled by their nipples, sex yanked by her clit, waves of pleasure and pain surging through her and colliding, again and again.

I-intense...painful...g-good, th-thank you...

Another yelp as new fingers join the teasing, the other figure revealing himself with a smile to match the other one taunting her wickedly. Pulling the chain, causing toes to curl into the warm stone beneath her feet.

A small chuckle at her response, which only grows with the newcomer's arrival.

That she is. She knows her place here in this fiery domain. Don't you, little witch?

He steps behind her with hand still twisted in her hair, still forcing her head backwards. His other comes up to slide along her throat again, gripping once, then gently running over the smooth flesh.

And she just loves the attention...

The hand pulls from her throat, and reaches down to give her ass several firm, quick spanks. He knows that each jump he can force from her will send jolts as the chain connecting her trio of nerves would tighten substantially.

 

[Perplexia]

*Eyes avert, landing on two figures, one familiar and one not so. He offers them both a warm smile and a knowing wink that would say "Yes, we will."*

Good afternoon to both of you.

Hello fre33k

 

[Britwitch]

A small chuckle at her response, which only grows with the newcomer's arrival.

That she is. She knows her place here in this fiery domain. Don't you, little witch?

He steps behind her with hand still twisted in her hair, still forcing her head backwards. His other comes up to slide along her throat again, gripping once, then gently running over the smooth flesh.

And she just loves the attention...

The hand pulls from her throat, and reaches down to give her ass several firm, quick spanks. He knows that each jump he can force from her will send jolts as the chain connecting her trio of nerves would tighten substantially.

She nods, well, as much as the hand in her hair will allow.
Breathing halted for a fleeting second as her neck is squeezed briefly, making her already racing heart to speed up a little more.
She's a little glad to be facing skyward as she's spoken about, some of her embarrassment is hidden...for the time being at least.

Yelps ring out as her rear is slapped, the yelps turning into muted howls as the resulting jumps tighten the chains and cause more discomfort to shoot through her body.

 

[fr33ks33k]

She nods, well, as much as the hand in her hair will allow.
Breathing halted for a fleeting second as her neck is squeezed briefly, making her already racing heart to speed up a little more.
She's a little glad to be facing skyward as she's spoken about, some of her embarrassment is hidden...for the time being at least.

Yelps ring out as her rear is slapped, the yelps turning into muted howls as the resulting jumps tighten the chains and cause more discomfort to shoot through her body.

*The arch of her spine pushes her bosom outward, presenting them like a gift to his eyes as well as his hands. Broad fingers curl around her breasts, squeezing and lifting them, knowing the chain attached to her clit will tug even tighter.

The high-pitched noises she emitted only furthered the enjoyment of tormenting her most sensitive places. His hands relinquished their grip, sliding down her sides to rest at her hips.*

Well then, attention is what she'll get. And perhaps a few bumps and bruises...

*His laugh was low and throaty, full of ominous intent*

 

[Seranova]

She nods, well, as much as the hand in her hair will allow.
Breathing halted for a fleeting second as her neck is squeezed briefly, making her already racing heart to speed up a little more.
She's a little glad to be facing skyward as she's spoken about, some of her embarrassment is hidden...for the time being at least.

Yelps ring out as her rear is slapped, the yelps turning into muted howls as the resulting jumps tighten the chains and cause more discomfort to shoot through her body.

The hand in her hair tightens, pulling her back even further, to attempt to bring her off balance with his hand still pushing on her rump, and other hands traveling her body. He stares down into her eyes, and places a single finger at the entrance to her puckered rosebud; the hole he had claimed.

Sadly, I must depart you for now. But don't let this hole forget to whom it belongs.

A wicked grin flashes, and he slowly licks his way across her face in one long, smooth motion. Then he lifts her head back up, releases her hair, gives a single, final, savage smack across her rear, and turns to the other.

Enjoy her. This is her duty here in this place. She is a toy for our enjoyment.

Lips meet her ear and whisper softly.

Aren't you, little witch?

A pause, and he slips away and back into the shadows, swallowed up completely.

 

[Britwitch]

The hand in her hair tightens, pulling her back even further, to attempt to bring her off balance with his hand still pushing on her rump, and other hands traveling her body. He stares down into her eyes, and places a single finger at the entrance to her puckered rosebud; the hole he had claimed.

Sadly, I must depart you for now. But don't let this hole forget to whom it belongs.

A wicked grin flashes, and he slowly licks his way across her face in one long, smooth motion. Then he lifts her head back up, releases her hair, gives a single, final, savage smack across her rear, and turns to the other.

Enjoy her. This is her duty here in this place. She is a toy for our enjoyment.

Lips meet her ear and whisper softly.

Aren't you, little witch?

A pause, and he slips away and back into the shadows, swallowed up completely.

She hisses through her teeth as she is pushed and pulled in opposite directions. Nipples and clit on fire. She freezes as she feels pressure against her ass, breath held as he reminds her of his claim upon that particular part of her body. She nods as her hair is release then cries out at the final slap to her rear. Cheeks burning brightly as her position is explained, eyes not quite meeting those of the man now before her, in control of her. A shiver at more whispered words.

Yes, yes, I am...

Trembling with pain and excitement as the former leaves, she stands before the other tall man. For the time being at least...she's now his.

 

[Britwitch]

Somewhere, from another realm, there is a sound akin to a clock chiming and it is time for the witch to leave...for the time being...

A whimper and a sigh as clamps and shackles vanish and rags transform back into the clothes they once were...but they will change back and will return as soon as she steps back into Hell...

An apologetic smile and whispered 'Goodbye' for him before she slips back into the Real World...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The men share a grin before one departs. The woman is left standing, still shackled and clamped. His hands slid along her hips and moved inward, seizing the chain attached to her sex. He tugged firmly, knowing the intensity had increased since it had been first fastened.*

It seems I've got you all to myself now. What to do, what to do...?

*Each of the last six words were punctuated by pulls on the chain*

 

[Perplexia]

*The men share a grin before one departs. The woman is left standing, still shackled and clamped. His hands slid along her hips and moved inward, seizing the chain attached to her sex. He tugged firmly, knowing the intensity had increased since it had been first fastened.*

It seems I've got you all to myself now. What to do, what to do...?

*Each of the last six words were punctuated by pulls on the chain*

*looks in hell an streches out on her feather bed

 

[CountCunninglvr]

*Walks out of a corrosive mist, disrobes down to boxers, and steps into the natural hot spring/spa he dug earlier.*

Hello everyone.

 

[Perplexia]

*Walks out of a corrosive mist, disrobes down to boxers, and steps into the natural hot spring/spa he dug earlier.*

Hello everyone.

Waves from her fluffy bed

 

[CountCunninglvr]

......

 

[Perplexia]

I have to admit I've been feeling a bit bad that I never finished what I started...

*Looks over at your fluffy bed smiling.*

aww, but you see you were finished when i told you you were

 

[CountCunninglvr]

aww, but you see you were finished when i told you you were
[/QUOTE

*Sighs*

That's a shame. I had so much in mind.

Oh well...

 

[Perplexia]

aww, but you see you were finished when i told you you were
[/QUOTE

*Sighs*

That's a shame. I had so much in mind.

Oh well...

lol but you dearheart wanted to be subservient remember.

 

[CountCunninglvr]

......

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf, dressed head to toe in black. Fitted black. Steps from the outside world and into flames, fire, heat. She doesn't sweat. A snap of fingers and a chair pops into existence. Another snap and her bottle of Stoli...icy enough to steam in the oppressive heat, appears next to the chair along with a bowl of lemons, sugar and a shot glass.

oooo lemon drops.

She sinks into the chair's embrace and starts making lemon drop shots. One languid hand waves to Perplexia and the Count.

 

[Perplexia]

Yes that is true...



So because this is in the past tense, doesn't that make the state of my being finished sort of void?

If i determine it to be so yes my pet.

 

[Perplexia]

A wolf, dressed head to toe in black. Fitted black. Steps from the outside world and into flames, fire, heat. She doesn't sweat. A snap of fingers and a chair pops into existence. Another snap and her bottle of Stoli...icy enough to steam in the oppressive heat, appears next to the chair along with a bowl of lemons, sugar and a shot glass.

oooo lemon drops.

She sinks into the chair's embrace and starts making lemon drop shots. One languid hand waves to Perplexia and the Count.

Hello lovely coming to join me on the fluffy bed?

 

[CountCunninglvr]

......

 

[Perplexia]

Then I look forward to your change of mind.

*Shifts in the water, looks over at Luna from the spa/hot spring and smiles slightly.*

Hi there. Welcome.

snarfs

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon slides into Hell, comfortably, like dropping himself into a hot bad at the end of a long day. AS he finds a puffy lounger to relax on, he stretches out his legs, and sipping on something free squeezed and delicious.

Evening, fellow damned residents. How goes it?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hello lovely coming to join me on the fluffy bed?

A slow, wicked smile.

Ah don't you already have someone offering to keep your exquisite self company??

A nod and a grin before I take the first shot....and shiver.