Welcome to Hell.

[Seranova]

With a smile, he sets to work quickly. The first task is to grab a good-sized virbrator, turn it on to a low setting, and tease it across her nether lips. Then, after a moment, the toy sinks into her canal.

Hold this.

A chuckle passes his lips, with a hint of sadistic pleasure. But it doesn't detract from his next task; the preparation of a plug. A few drops of lubrication coat the outside of the toy, and are spread evenly to coat in a fine sheen. Then, the smooth bulb is pressed to her tight rosebud, and slowly forced into the rarely-used hole.

I don't suppose this will be a problem to hold. Now, on your knees and face me, toy.

With that, he picks up a ring gag with head harness and holds it up, ready to set it in place and close it tightly.

 

[Britwitch]

The hum of the vibrator hits her ears just before she feels it pass lightly over her sex and then push inside. Her internal muscles clench the trembling toy, it's low constant hum passing through her body.

Then a gasp as something else pushes against her rear, forcing the entrance to wide, pushing past muscles until the object is wedged tightly within. Her hips shift, feeling full...almost too full...

She doesn't have long to think about it, within moments she is on her knees, eyes widening to see the next item he intends to utilise.

Swallowing and taking the chance to moisten her lips with her tongue, she leans her head towards him and opens her mouth. Knowing what this will mean, she'll be essentially rendered mute - unable to voice any desires of her own, and vulnerable. Facts that worry her a lot...but excite her more.

 

[Seranova]

The ring is placed between teeth, forcing them to stay open. Nothing would be stopping the saliva, naturally produced by mouth, from dripping obscenely out. And nothing would be prevented from entering, either. With a ring gag, the wearer's oral cavity was at the mercy of anyone who chose to use it. The harness is clasped closed behind her head, and a finger is slid into her open mouth to test the warmth and sureness. Once satisfied, he withdraws the digit and hold up a length of rope.

Ever had your tits bound before?

He asks the question with a wicked grin, knowing there would be no protests if she wasn't comfortable with the idea. The thin rope wove its way tightly round one mound, then crossed chest to give the other the same treatment. Both ends were then run between her legs, passing directly over slit to hold both toys in place effectively, then brought up behind her and tied off in back.

He stops to admire his handiwork.

 

[Britwitch]

She tried to relax her jaw, breathing shallow and rapid as the metal forced her mouth to stay open. Straps securing it around her head. She feels his finger upon her tongue, the natural reaction is to suck it but...she can't. Her mouth obviously won't close so all she can do is move her tongue against the probing finger.

The sight of rope causes eyes to widen further.
A shake of head and a gurgled sound is all she can manage in reply to his question.

She feels it coil around her breasts and then further down, over heated ex and up between the globes of her rear. It's tight, slightly uncomfortable but it's pressure is affecting more than she would ever have expected. The feel of it pushing between the lips of her sex, resting over clit as it forces the toys to stay within her.

A whine leaves opened lip as her eyes watch his looking over his work so far.

 

[Seranova]

The smirk on his face can only be described as evil. He has her helpless now, but he isn't yet done. The next item he hold up maliciously is a set of clamps with a short chain between, barely long enough to reach across chest, and will end up pulling sensitive nipples towards each other once attached. The chain is teased in her vision for several moments, dangling playfully, before the first hardened nub is captured in its grip. A pull, a tug, and the chain is brought across chest, his hand placed on the side of opposite breast to push it closer, and clamp finds nipple again.

What is created is cleavage with rope between, as clamps pull nipples towards one another mercilessly.

His finger comes down to flick the chain, hard enough that flesh jiggles amusingly at the action. His laugh is short and quiet, and he runs a hand through her hair and over her cheeks, then down over her throat.

Something is missing yet...

With a knowing smile and wink, he picks up a heavy leather posture collar with multiple D-rings, and secures it about her neck. The locks fall into place easily, and he hooks a finger in a ring to tug and test.

Much better.

 

[Britwitch]

It's not over, not that she really believed it was. Clamps are the next thing to appear in her vision, a hiss through the gag as metal latches onto nipples, taught chain pulling them together, ample breasts pushed together lewdly. The chain, the rope and now their position emphasising their size.

A short sharp yelp as chain is pulled, breasts wobbling as a result, nipples protesting the cruel bite of the clamps.

In spite of all this, she still tips her head towards his hand when it passes over hair and face.

A look of confusion enters wide blue eyes as he speaks before she feels something stiff wrap around her throat. She cannot lower her chin when he takes his hands away. The pull confirming her belief that is a collar, feeling leather force her whole upper body to move with her head.

She's never been in a position like this before, nothing close, and now it's too late for queries or concerns, she can't speak, she can't ask for something to be loosened or removed. She's helpless...and in Hell.

She swallows, feeling saliva build up in her mouth. Feeling the truth of her title for the first time.
A toy, to be played with, toyed with, fucked with. Broken or cherished.
However, he decides.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Small feet, encased in tiny silk slippers, walk silently through the halls and rooms of Hell. The Wolfling knows that Sirrah is busy here, once again, but it matters not. She wants her tequila, she wants Plexy's bed. Pushing through the membrane that divides main hall from stairwell, she steps into the main arena. The heat here is obscene.

With a minimum of fuss, she strips down to white satin...panties, bra...and heads for Plexy's feather bed. She reaches it quickly and flops into softness, her hands scrambling for the shot glass, the ever cold Cuervo.

She sees the Witchling, Sirrah, but says nothing and mentally removes them from her vision. All she wants is a drink and a soft place. And both of them are right here.

 

[Perplexia]

Small feet, encased in tiny silk slippers, walk silently through the halls and rooms of Hell. The Wolfling knows that Sirrah is busy here, once again, but it matters not. She wants her tequila, she wants Plexy's bed. Pushing through the membrane that divides main hall from stairwell, she steps into the main arena. The heat here is obscene.

With a minimum of fuss, she strips down to white satin...panties, bra...and heads for Plexy's feather bed. She reaches it quickly and flops into softness, her hands scrambling for the shot glass, the ever cold Cuervo.

She sees the Witchling, Sirrah, but says nothing and mentally removes them from her vision. All she wants is a drink and a soft place. And both of them are right here.

slides in the back entrance and lays down on her bed beside Lovely. "may i have a few swigs" she asks softly

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

slides in the back entrance and lays down on her bed beside Lovely. "may i have a few swigs" she asks softly

Deft fingers pluck another shot glass from the ether and go about pouring a shot for the sexy one beside me.

Here you go sweetness.

 

[Perplexia]

Deft fingers pluck another shot glass from the ether and go about pouring a shot for the sexy one beside me.

Here you go sweetness.

holds my noise and takes the shot swallowing it. Feeling it burn its way down. "thank you lovely"

 

[Nina327]

giggling from the floor.... watching it all... everything.... grinning...

The heat in here devinity.... shes languid... looking serene... ....

the pheramones.... a sinful delight all on their own....

She doesn't play... nor interact... flames ever present in her gaze.... and sparks upon all her finger tips......


she simply watches....

 

[Pandorica]

Wow.

This is quite the place.

 

[Nina327]

Tis a pleasure to have you drop by...


Thank you.

 

[Seranova]

A small wave of greeting towards the others, old and new, that have stopped by, then a gesture towards the trussed-up toy at his feet.

What do you think? Are we missing anything of importance? I was thinking of having her crawl around in little circles mumbling greetings and thank yous through the gag... It just seems like so much fun.

A laugh, then a tug of chain clipped to nipples, and finally, a pull on the rope that runs over her sex, with toys lodged inside, and he tussles her hair playfully.

I'm starting to think she'll stop coming back soon.

He leans down and whispers in her ear, as he pats her cheek roughly.

Crawl over and say hi to everyone properly, witch.

 

[Britwitch]

She cringes a little at his words to the other visitors to Hell, but all the while the toy buried deep inside her whirred and continued to keep her sex aching with an ever growing need. Then a muffled whimper as clamps are toyed with and rope tugged. The hand through her hair is just another element reminding her of her position. She's little more than a pet.

A whispered instruction and, with no choice but to obey, she crawls over to the others, on her knees - awkward and wobbling with her arms trapped behind her in their shackles. Breathing a little laboured with the collar and gag, not to mention the effect of the toys, clamps and ropes with every movement.

Upon reaching them, with head bowed as much as the collar will allow, she tries to greet them. A series of gargled sounds are that is heard, cheeks burning with the humiliation that she invited this by stepping into Hell in the first place.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Yawning, stretching. Eyes flit from the flames to a kitty and rest there. Small smile curves full lips ever upward.

Another shot. A jolt as I realize Plexy has faded from her spot beside me. No matter. She will return when the time suits her to do so.

Another shot. And then the bottle returns to the tub...and the shot glasses disappear.
I stretch out, upon my back and contemplate my last owed post. Eventually, I shall go home...just not yet.

 

[Perplexia]

Yawning, stretching. Eyes flit from the flames to a kitty and rest there. Small smile curves full lips ever upward.

Another shot. A jolt as I realize Plexy has faded from her spot beside me. No matter. She will return when the time suits her to do so.

Another shot. And then the bottle returns to the tub...and the shot glasses disappear.
I stretch out, upon my back and contemplate my last owed post. Eventually, I shall go home...just not yet.

returns to the spot

 

[Seranova]

A nod towards the wolf, though she seems to not care about much of the goings on. He looks again to the witch, and a grin spreads upon his face. She does make such an obedient little toy. But he is running out of time.

Come here, fucktoy.

He points back to the spot between his feet and reaches to fish his member out of pants, already hardened and ready, and slowly strokes it as he waits for her arrival.

 

[Britwitch]

Almost tipping over more than once, she wobbles her way back over. She can feel moisture leaking from under the rope and onto her thighs. She reaches him and is met by the sight of his hardened length before her eyes. She swallows, unable to do anything else.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Fingers delve into Plexy's hair and tug her close to my side.

 

[Perplexia]

Fingers delve into Plexy's hair and tug her close to my side.

Lets out a deep moan and scooch close curling up next to Lovely

 

[Seranova]

Upon her arrival, fist immediately closes in her hair, pulling her closer. Tip of manhood slides easily and uninhibited into the mouth that is held open by ring, and pushes past tongue forcefully to rest at the entrance to throat. There it sits, collecting saliva for a purpose. His hand remains locked in her hair, leaving her no escape.

Bet you want to be fucked, huh? Want those holes used? That's too bad...

With that, shaft is withdrawn, and slickness from her open mouth is used to begin rapidly stroking himself just above upturned face. His hand holds her still; there is no escaping what is coming.

A groan leaves his lips. With all of the teasing, this will be quick.

 

[Britwitch]

She tenses for a moment at the fingers wound into her hair, the yank forward, certain what is to follow.

His shaft enters her mouth, without any resistance, her tongue stroking the underside as he pushes it as far as it will comfortably go.

The witch does want everything he says, she wants to feel him inside her, taking her, claiming her, using her. And the whine that leaves her throat as he finishes speaking and withdraws from her mouth only helps convey that want, that need.

Instead of feeling full she has no choice but to watch him stroke his hand up and down his length right in front of her face. Teasing her even more.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Lets out a deep moan and scooch close curling up next to Lovely

A soft smile, hand twisting hair tightly as the other traces skin with butterfly touches...

Ah, you've returned. Good to see you, pretty Plexy.

 

[Perplexia]

A soft smile, hand twisting hair tightly as the other traces skin with butterfly touches...

Ah, you've returned. Good to see you, pretty Plexy.

whimpers and purrs softly "thank you, had to do an errand and get the kid. May i have another shot?"