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Welcome to Hell.

Nightfreak said:
Smiles as he looks at plexy... It is so sexy to see a lady blush..
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blushes again and looks up at with only my eyes. You are a very bad influence on me. *nods.
The word is that i am a naughty fallen angel, and i disagree.
 
Perplexia said:
You just need to learn how to use hell for your own use. For example i light my cigarettes off the wall. Works fine for popcorn as well. could probably cook whatever on the walls
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*laughs* All too true. I do believe I'm going to slip off as one of my playmates has come online... perhaps I'll be back later. Good night and sweetest dreams when you get there.

waves to Nightfreak Good night to you.

Slinks off leaving her pillow behind for future visits.
 
SiaKlynn said:
*laughs* All too true. I do believe I'm going to slip off as one of my playmates has come online... perhaps I'll be back later. Good night and sweetest dreams when you get there.

waves to Nightfreak Good night to you.

Slinks off leaving her pillow behind for future visits.
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night sia
 
Night Sia....

Good girl huh... Well I'm enjoying how good you are. I must say the scene in the pool was pretty hot.
 
The witch enters Hell, this time with a groan. Ropes, toys, clamps and gag all reappear upon her form. Wobbling from the rope that passes between her legs and over her sex, holding in the vibrator and plug deep inside her.

She moves near her rock and manages to kneel.
 
Watching from the shadows, a smile passes his lips as the witch returns to her new home away from home. Silent footsteps carry him behind her, and he eyes the bound form carefully before leaning over at the waist and bringing lips close to her ear.

Welcome back, little witch. I see you can't stay away for very long... Must be that inner slut dying to get out and be treated like the fucktoy you are, huh?

There is no touch yet, as he simply circles around her slowly, studying her, a knowing smile stretching thin lips. Everything is as it should be. Clamps in place, pulling breasts together, ropes accentuating the mounds and running down and over sex, holding the toys which teased at her holes, and the collar with D-rings holding her neck securely; all were just as had been administered in her last visit. Fingers reach out and run along the heavy leather of the collar, then a chuckle passes his lips.

We should spread you out between a few pillars and leave you as permanent decor. That way you're always here and ready to be used...
 
She shakes her as much as the collar will allow. She tries to reply before the gag quickly reminds her that she cannot. She can't agree or disagree. She can only gurgle pathetically.
A low moan as the vibrator continues to keep her sex awake but not allow it to reach any kind of peak.
 
A pair of fingers slides into her mouth; a reminder that her hole is open and helpless to stop anything that he would put in there, as far as he might push it into her tight throat. The digits explore nonchalantly, then grasp at her tongue and tug on it playfully. He withdraws his hand completely and grabs hold of a fist-full of hair, tugging savagely against the collar.

You would love that, wouldn't you? You don't even have to answer. I can tell.

He laughs and reaches down to unzip pants and fish out his hardening member, before slapping it across her chin, cheeks, lips, and nose as he watches her. His smirk is playful and wicked. Teasing the toy is just so delightfully fun, not to mention delicious.

You want this cock? You have to say it. Tell me that the fucktoy wants the cock.

Of course, he knows that she can't really talk through the ring gag, but it will be fun to listen to her attempt, if she tries.
 
Fingers press against her tongue, probing, investigating almost and she can little but let him. Soft pink rubbing against fingertips as they pass over her tongue. A muffled groan as hair is pulled and head tips against the high collar.

Eyes latch onto the movement before them, watching as material parts and his shaft comes into view, hungry eyes.

Whines leave her opened mouth as firm flesh hits her face. Mouth trying to move, to capture the flesh but she can't. His words are a taunt, further evidence of her position down here in Hell.

But still she tries, tongue moving but little more than gurgles and strangled sounds leave her mouth. Some saliva escapes and dribbles down her chin. The odd consonant is discernible but little else.
 
He can't help but laugh as she tries in vain to form the words to express her desires. The hand in her hair tugs with each exhale of laughter, and his eyes light mischievously as he stares down at the face his member is currently slapping against.

I would feel so bad about using and humiliating you so thoroughly... except you keep bringing it upon yourself. But I guess I can reward you for the effort, since you've been such a good little toy as of late.

With that, he aims the hardening shaft into the opening provided by the ring gag (though he is sure that it would be receptive regardless), and pushes the entirety of length into her mouth, pausing for a moment as he feels the resistance of throat, and presses against it firmly. Soon, her nose is pressed against trimmed hair, and shaven sack rests on her chin. A groan of satisfaction from the combination of the throat trying in vain to expel the head of manhood and the trickle of saliva down his scrotum comes from him.

You just let me know when you need to breathe, fucktoy.

He says with a chuckle, further teasing the fact that she is helpless to do even that.
 
The brief excitement as he pushes into her mouth is tempered by the prodding almost instantly at the back of her throat. Her tongue rises to stroke along him, desperate to please, to taste. But within seconds he is buried in her throat. Cutting off her air, using her for his own pleasure.

Tears well up and spill down her cheeks as her throat tries time and again to push the invading flesh from within it. With his groin against her nose, breathing is hard...nigh on impossible at times. Her face flushes red as bound and clamped chest heaves with the exertion of just trying to draw in air. But she doesn't fight, she doesn't try to pull away. She has what she wanted.

All the while the vibrator hums deep inside her sodden sex, causing her arousal to seep out onto the rope and her thighs. She is filled entirely. Shaft in her mouth, toy in her sex, plug in her rear.

Her throat starts to make gurgling noises as saliva drips down her chin and breathing starts to take precedence over pleasure. Her tongue waves against him as she tries in vain to speak, to beg for some air.
 
He shivers with each attempt of her throat to force the head of his manhood out, and stares into her pleading eyes. He knows she needs air by now, but his grip in her hair holds fast. There is absolutely nothing she can do but take what he has to give; completely at his mercy and whim. If he allows her to breathe, she shall. But if not...

His hips start to move now, giving her only the bare split seconds between pushes to draw in oxygen to her lungs, and while he pushes repeatedly into her throat, his free hand reaches down to curl fingers around the chain that holds her nipples taught together. Each push of hips brings a pull of the chain, as flesh stretches in protest against the metal the clangs to it securely. The mounds jiggle obscenely with each tug of his hand, and a sneer tugs at the corners of his mouth as he switches between watching her face, already a mess with tears and saliva, and her chest, which reacts rather well to his motions.

Well, well... was it everything you hoped it to be, toy?
 
Snatching at breaths with each withdrawal. Lungs burning from the deprivation, sex burning with need. Yelps rise up in her throat with each harsh tug on the clamps with their too short chain.

Nipples stinging, sending sharp bursts of pleasurable pain racing through her body to a place deep inside. That needy, hungry, dirty place inside that she can ignore almost anywhere else...but not here...never here, with him.

Her eyes look up, tear bright and wide, fresh tears pouring over the edges with every punishing thrust into her throat. Trying to nod, to answer his question.
 
Smug satisfaction rises along with pleasure. His eyes narrow as his sneer grows, and he watches her reactions carefully. Fingers release the chain between nipples, and hook around the D-ring in the front of her collar. His shaft withdraws from her open mouth, and using his grips on her hair and neck, forces her face upward to look directly at him.

You know, in all your visits here in Hell, you always want to be fucked, filled, and used... How many times has that actually happened? Once? You gave me your ass, and I took it. Why do you keep coming back?

His head tilts curiously for a moment, as he decides that he very much wants to hear the real response to this question. With a smirk, he unlatches the ring-gag and grips her hair once again, still forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. Once the gag is free, the other hand grabs the rope and tugs slowly and repeatedly, causing the rough, soaked threads to rub coarsely against her sex and clit, while also pushing and moving the pair of toys.

Well?
 
There is a sound that resembles disappointment as he pulls out of her mouth. A twinge of panic, that she's displeased him, done something wrong.

Then his question, the wording, the truth within them.

As the gag is unlocked, she works her aching jaw for a moment or to, eyes not leaving his. Even when eyelids flutter thanks to the stimulation of the rope against her pulsing clit and it's effect on the items within her. Her voice, when she manages to reply, is hoarse, both with need and from the intrusion her throat just experienced.

I...I keep coming back in the hope that I'll get those things...that all the humiliation, all the teasing, all the torture...will one day lead to being used, filled...fucked...

I keep coming back because...because I need to...
 
And do you think you will ever actually be fucked again, witch? Will you keep on coming back in such hopes, even if it never actually happens?

His voice carries a tone of mocking, and he releases her suddenly. His feet turn him away and his voice calls out over his shoulder with even more mocking laced within.

Away with you now, toy. I will find someone useful to finish what you aren't allowed to, yet... maybe next time, I'll use the rest of your holes. We'll see...

He chuckles and soon disappears into the shadows.
 
She doesn't reply but they both know the answer.

She'll keep coming back, whenever he summons, for whatever the reason...she'll keep coming back.


I can only hope...

She murmurs before the RW pulls her away, the shackles, rope, clamps and toys fading as she does...but she will return another day.
 
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