Welcome to Hell.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Head tilts, enjoying the motions, the soft jiggling, the sweet wiggling, the breathlessness. Witchling...understands. Has been a very long time...but she still understands. And that is good, for her.

Good girl.

Small feet lead the Wolf closer. Until she is just a foot or so away. Her voice, quiet. Soft. She asks one question.

Will you get up on tip toe for me?

Head tilts a little to the left.

Of course you will. Press your shoulders back against the heat, so that you have support and rise up...up on those pretty toes.

Turning away, she reaches for one tiny steel blade. The ragged pieces of clothing that are left? They annoy. They have to go. The Wolf turns towards the pretty who strains upward, toes flexing against hot rock. Arms up...heavy steel weighing on wrists.

A quick movement...and chains reach for, attach to, restraints. Better. Now she won't have to struggle.

I am going to remove those pieces of nonsense, love. Don't move.

 

[Britwitch]

Breath is held as she approaches, watching her movements, excitement building in her stomach...and lower.

A nod and she pushes up on her toes, a slight sound of discomfort as too warm rock presses against her shoulder blades, but she stays where she has been told to. Keeps the position.

Then a little of the weight around her wrists eases and she sees the chain is now hanging...is now attached...a tentative pull and she quickly discovers there is little give left. She's not going anywhere.

Not that she wants to.

Blue eyes widen as the blade comes into view. Flashing every now and then in the flames that dance all over this place. Flicking between the sharp edge and the face before her own she can only watch, muscles tense. Determined not to move.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Grinning. Fingers pluck flesh as razor cuts away cloth. Eventually, the Witchling is nude, very nude. Sweetly pale, freckled and nude. Eyes gleaming. Her breath catches as Wolf traces her frame with silver. Flashing silver.

Fingers move down ward, tracing skin. Moving in the opposite direction~knife slips upward trailing over pale throat. My voice, when it comes, is soft. Growly.

Life has a way of always interrupting whenever I want to play with you.

Head shake.

I apologize.

Fingers snap, chains retreat, shackles fall open.

Here it is day light and children need me.

 

[Britwitch]

Each rag, each shred of her former clothing, flutters silently to the ground so that soon there is not a single square inch of flesh not on display. The blade passes over her throat and there is a moment of fleeting panic...but it passes.

I understand, of course I do, and you know I'll be here when you have time to play...

Freed arms slip around her quickly and pull her close in an embrace, lips finding hers in a short, sweet, kiss before stepping back.

...I'll be here...

 

[Britwitch]

A sigh and the witch thinks the time is approaching to leave Hell for the evening. She stands rubbing her freed wrists, unsure how she feels about the reddened skin that the shackles have left behind...an odd half smile on her lips.

The naked witch leaves Hell...to rest before her next visit...

 

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[Perplexia]

*Waves his arms downward, causing another quake throughout hell. A large chasm opens up and swallows the creature into an abyss for the creature to suffer elseware. The chasm then closes, leaving all as if nothing happened.*

*Walks off into a corrosive mist.*

i didn't see you come in to the pool sorry. feel free to come back

 

[Britwitch]

The witch enters Hell, clothes vanish entirely since the rags were removed during her last visit. The shackles were too so, for the time being at least, she is free.

Naked, and trembling every so slightly, she moves to kneel near her rock.

 

[Seranova]

He enters from the shadows, slowly moving towards his chair. Upon arrival, he stares down at it, as if lost in thought, then carefully takes a seat, settling firmly into the soft, over-sized furniture. After a few moments of shifting to get comfortable, he mumbles something unintelligible, then sighs softly. His next words are loud enough to be heard by anyone around.

Who has been sitting in my chair?

He looks up and see the witch, a grin spreading across his face, full of uninhibited malice. His finger is raised and crooked to beckon her closer.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Low giggling wafting up from the seventh level of hell...

Probably sexy Plexy....

for sure it wasn't me....

My ass it too big for your chair.

Silence.

 

[Britwitch]

The witch looks up at the voice, cheeks flush as she rapidly looks back down, but not before she spots the beckoning finger.

She rises smoothly to her feet and walks over, dropping gracefully to her knees once she is beside his chair.

 

[Seranova]

Low giggling wafting up from the seventh level of hell...

Probably sexy Plexy....

for sure it wasn't me....

My ass it too big for your chair.

Silence.

The voice heard from below, and he chuckles softly.

Well, I shall have to make sure someone's ass is too sore to make use of my chair anymore, huh?

The witch looks up at the voice, cheeks flush as she rapidly looks back down, but not before she spots the beckoning finger.

She rises smoothly to her feet and walks over, dropping gracefully to her knees once she is beside his chair.

He effectively ignores the plaything upon her arrival, and simply sets to playing with his fingernails idly, as if bored. A small fleck of dirt... or ash... unsure which, he picks it out of the offended nail and studies them carefully. Finally, he speaks without even looking at the girl beside him.

I hear you've been put through some paces since I sentenced you to your duties here. Have you been enjoying your role? Do you like being the equivalent to the office whore, to be passed around at other's whims? You must, since you keep coming back. And so dutifully coming when I call you, just like a tamed bitch. You must really enjoy it.

Eyes finally flash to her face and glow with malicious intent. They rise up her form, studying her current appearance for marks or imperfections, as if appeasing an owned piece of livestock. Satisfied, he turns back to his nails to continue their fascinating study.

And what is it you want of me now?

 

[ShyMystica]

A brilliant white cloud oozes through the cracks of hell. Thunder rolls; vibrating the very ground and shaking any lose rocks to tumble from their resting place. Lighting strikes, bolts of fierce and epic power.

Then she appears; small, blonde, fair, a white flowing dress that seems out of place in hell. She coughs to clear her throat, shooing away all the cloud and dust of which she came.

Okay...so that entrance was a little overkill. Sorry about that everyone...

With a shy, embarrassed smile she brings a brilliant white satin chaise into existence before settling upon it gracefully; emerald eyes observing the scene as it plays out.

 

[Britwitch]

The minutes draw out before he speaks and for the entire time her heart is thudding ominously in her chest. Cheeks burn at his words, at the embarrassing truth within them. She nods in answer to his questions, unable to actually make herself admit that yes, she did like it.

She more than liked it.

She didn't understand why but still she came back.

Like he said she did.

I only want whatever you decide to give to me...or take from me...

She eventually replied before wincing as a nearby wall disintegrated to reveal a pretty blonde, all in white, with a chair to match. Smiling shyly at her, she quickly returns her gaze to the floor.

 

[Seranova]

A brilliant white cloud oozes through the cracks of hell. Thunder rolls; vibrating the very ground and shaking any lose rocks to tumble from their resting place. Lighting strikes, bolts of fierce and epic power.

Then she appears; small, blonde, fair, a white flowing dress that seems out of place in hell. She coughs to clear her throat, shooing away all the cloud and dust of which she came.

Okay...so that entrance was a little overkill. Sorry about that everyone...

With a shy, embarrassed smile she brings a brilliant white satin chaise into existence before settling upon it gracefully; emerald eyes observing the scene as it plays out.

He coughs in overtly dramatic fashion and waves his hand around with a playful frown on his face.

Welcome to Hell, my angel. Nice of you to drop in. We don't need the fog machine anymore...

The minutes draw out before he speaks and for the entire time her heart is thudding ominously in her chest. Cheeks burn at his words, at the embarrassing truth within them. She nods in answer to his questions, unable to actually make herself admit that yes, she did like it.

She more than liked it.

She didn't understand why but still she came back.

Like he said she did.

I only want whatever you decide to give to me...or take from me...

She eventually replied before wincing as a nearby wall disintegrated to reveal a pretty blonde, all in white, with a chair to match. Smiling shyly at her, she quickly returns her gaze to the floor.

After chuckling at the random spot of humor, he thought on her words for a few moments. His grin went from playful to near sadistic, as the truth of the words sank in more fully. Give and take. Give or take. It was always so fun to decide which would be the proper way to phrase his actions. He was giving her humiliation, pain, pleasure; he was taking from her pride, will, decency. Turning her into that which he had claimed her to be. A toy. For all to enjoy. Finally, he spoke again.

And where are your shackles and clamps? Shall I carve a reminder in your flesh, a little note to your future users, that you should be returned to your original condition when they tire of your body?

His eyes fall once again on her, burning inhumanly bright, and with a snap of his fingers, shackles and clamps with chains appear at his feet. He does not give instruction, but simply waits with arms and legs crossed in his chair.

 

[Britwitch]

They vanished, I just...I assumed they would reappear...

She murmurs honestly before biting her lip as familiar heavy shackles and a set of chained clamps appear before her.

With slightly held breath she picks up the clamps and fixes first the ones to her already hardened nipples. Hissing through her teeth as clamps constrict against sensitive flesh. Nipples throbbing and pulsing as blood flow is restricted. Standing awkwardly, she finds her clit and with teeth fixed on her lip, she attaches it to herself. Eyes watering in the process.

Once all three clamps are attached, she finally places the shackles back around her wrists, pinning her arms once more behind her back.

She is as she was when he last left her.

Ready to be used.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Slipping upstairs, from the seventh level to the main hall, head tilted, light brown eyes gleaming. Making my way to Plexy's feather bed, I sink into it's softness. Small, strong hand reaches for, finds, my tub with the never melt ice and the ice cold tequila...Cuervo is my friend.

A snap of small fingers grants me a shot glass, which I fill. Mouth curves upward into a sweet smile. As Shyness catches my attention. Good thing the Witchling showed when He was here....I had plans for her...

 

[Seranova]

You assumed...

He nods simply, a displeased look upon his face.

I see...

Without another word, he stands and steps in front of her. One hand rises along her thigh, barely brushing skin, slowly trailing with a hint of his nails grazing the path. Hand hover near sex for a moment, feeling for heat, the different sort than the heat all around them. The type of heat he was interested in was the type he would tease and objectify her with. A knowing smile crosses his lips, and the hand shoots up higher to grip the chain where the three ends meet, and he tugs it towards himself.

You assumed incorrectly, toy. Tell me... Are you wet? You want me to take from you, but did you come prepared? Maybe I have shackled you too soon. It would be so much fun to make you finger your needy little cunt until you are dripping enough to be of proper use... Wouldn't it?

The chain is twisted slightly more.

Well?

 

[ShyMystica]

A shy encouraging smile is offered to the woman kneeling before him; her eyes watching in contemplative depth before his voice draws her attention away.

An eyebrow rises at his words, a comment put to mind. But as lips open to speak, she realises the truth to his words. Then she is silent with a small nod of her head; cheeks blushing with slight embarrassment for her entrance.

And so she focuses once again on the woman as she places clamps and chains upon her body; her brow furrowed as pain crosses the woman's' face.

A wolf appears; she offers a smile, patting a space next to her for the wolf to join if she pleases.

 

[Britwitch]

A gasp as back arches, trying to alleviate the straining of the chains against her sensitive flesh. Wincing as wide blue eyes glance quickly at his face.

Y-yes, I'm wet. I...I was wet almost before I arrived...

She admitted, her cheeks seeming to glow in the dancing firelight.

A whine as clamps are pulled harder, eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

It would, it would...

She replies quickly. Sensing the arrival of another into Hell.

Already an audience of two.

 

[Seranova]

Fingers snap once again, and the chain betwixt the shackles separates, leaving the heavy metal around her wrists, but each now sporting a length of unbound chain, which permits her hands movement.

Of course, there's always the chance I refuse your cunt anyways, and your efforts will have been in vain. Isn't there? Seems like something I would do.

A chuckle, and he glances towards the watching women with a pleasant smile and small wave, then turns back towards the witch. His hands fold behind his back, and he casually circles around behind the unbound girl. But he remains in close proximity.

If you are willing to take that chance, then fall to your knees and start warming yourself up, in hopes of being used. Oh, and do make sure your audience gets a good view, toy. I'd hate to have anyone disappointed with our entertainment.

His lips meet her ear, and a gruff whisper.

That's what you are. Entertainment. A bit of fun to be had. A toy for our pleasure...