Welcome to Hell.

The yawn takes me by surprise.

I cover it for just a moment but it doesn't do any good.


Ah well, the meds are kicking in. I must depart.

A slow smile before I lean in and press a kiss to his cheek.

I hope this night finds you gloriously...busy.

I retreat. First to the bar and then to the stairs that lead me ever downward, back to the abyss.
 
He chuckles as Luna slips away. He'd had a thought to grab her, and steal a quick kiss...but that can wait. He thinks he'll enjoy a good, long kiss from her some other time.

He relaxes as he watches her leave. She did turn his nerve endings into sharp, prickly things, and he really enjoyed it. Wanted more of it. Soon...sometime soon, he thought to himself. With a grin, he moved his chair back, picked up his drink, and sipped on it again, sighing.
 
Having long since finished his drink, he rises, deciding to head over to the bar for one last drink. He plops down on a stool, waiting on his third round, relaxing slightly fromt he feeling of the booze smooth pooling through his system as his eyes lightly sag.
 
Having long since finished his drink, he rises, deciding to head over to the bar for one last drink. He plops down on a stool, waiting on his third round, relaxing slightly fromt he feeling of the booze smooth pooling through his system as his eyes lightly sag.

Licks neck and poofs.
 
Noon is back in his old haunt, or at least one of them, and he's leaning back in a chair, hovering between sleepy and disaffected. He's not sure which, but for now, he's just content to sit here, generally alone with his thoughts. He cn't figure out what's going on with his head at the moment, so he decides not to dwell on it. For once, he doesn't care to get himself a drink of any sort, simply stretching out his legs lazily and generally staring off into space.
 
Soundless footsteps lead me up from the depths to the main areas~Nina's play space, easily accessed by all and sundry. With a soft whoosh of sound, the door that leads from the lower levels open and I step through~into the heat.

The space is empty, save for the chairs and the bar...and in a lone corner, Plexi's bed. I stop at the bar and prepare my drink~Vodka and lime~before retiring to the comfort of the wing back chair furthest from the heat.

Not that one ever truly escapes the heat and flames in Hell.
 
There is a hiss of sound and my lap top appears, balanced uneasily on a near by table. I know I have writing to accomplish. Obviously, my lap top knows it too. With a sigh, I reach for it.

Writing won't happen unless I focus.

Another small sound. A silver ice bucket appears next to my chair, a bottle of Stoli nestled in it's depths. The ice steams in the heat but this gift has been here for an age and the ice has never melted.

I smile, refill my glass and contemplate a piece for Vixie.
 
It has been a while since he has really visited this; his other home. He moves through the main 'room' of sorts to find his chair once again, and once located, he leans back into it and lounges lazily. A smile touches his lips and with a snap of fingers, a pour of whiskey appears in glass within outstretched fingers. The glass balances playfully on a pair of digits for a moment, then is brought close, held tight, and drawn to lips.

He is feeling good this day. Promises of activities not indulged in quite a while have lifted his mood rather well. His only wish is that here, in this place at least, time could be made to stand still.

An eternity of sweet, delicious torture in the span of a moment of the real world's time...
 
It has been a long time since she last set foot inside Hell. It seems however the dark magic in this place has a good memory.
As soon as she passes the barrier between the real world and the fiery realm her clothing vanishes, leaving her naked.

A hiss leaves lips as clamps materialise on her body, one on each nipple and another on her clit, the silver chain that connects them swaying as she moves forward. Arms are drawn back and shackled behind her.

Cheeks glow with warmth as eyes spot another visitor. A familiar face.

Remembering her place she moves towards the rock that is hers. Her place.
And so she stands. And waits.

Down here she is little more than a toy, waiting to be played with.
 
His eyes had been watching since her entrance, a sneer touching his lips as the clamps and shackles return her to his desired state immediately. And she does well to remember her place by the rock he had designated as her perch.

For a few moments, he doesn't move. Another draw of liquid to lips, and eyes study her form on display, but there is no rush just yet.

Finally, he stands slowly and steps towards her with slow, deliberate falls of foot. His hand stretches out by his side, and a rather wicked-looking crop appears in his grip. He stops less than half a meter from her position, a hungry look crossing his eyes, and slides the crop along a thigh, stomach, and between breasts where the chain split into its three directions.


"Hello, fucktoy..."

The crop lifts the chain away from her body with a motion of his wrist.
 
The minutes drag by. She knows he'll come over. But only when he's ready to.

Eventually he moves, crossing the ground between them. She watches every move, eyes widening as a crop appears. Muscles tensing as the tip moves over her skin.


"...hello..."

She replies quietly, the pressure on her nipples and clit increases a fraction as the chain is lifted. The change is minimal but it's there all the same.

There are other changes too.

Her body is a little different since she last visited. Some areas of her body are slimmer, others noticeably larger. Namely the twin swells connected by the chain. They are more sensitive too, probably why she winces ever so slightly as the chain rises higher.

Her back arches to try and ease the pressure, succeeding in pushing her chest further forward but doing little else of use.
 
A wicked grin spreads his lips as eyes drift down and crop pulls the chain a bit more to compensate for her motion.

"Already trying to present yourself to me, little witch?"

Teeth shine brightly as the small chuckle proceeds forth from his mouth. Suddenly, the crop withdraws from chain, and after a brief pause, sings through the air to smack the side of breast.

"They have gotten bigger, haven't they?" Another step closer, and his hand grips the chain to pull savagely, in effort to force her against his body. "Why could that be?"
 
There is a short, sharp, yelp. It rings a little in the cavernous room. Tender breast flesh stinging from the biting blow.

She nods in response to his question before whining as the chain is pulled sending her involuntarily stumbling forward against him, her balance impaired from the shackles holding her arms tightly behind her.


Things...things have changed...I've changed...and will continue to change...you see...

Cheeks tinged with pink glow brighter as she continues.

I'm...I'm pregnant...

Eyes meet his uncertainly, nipples throbbing from the clamps savage hold upon them.
 
"Oh? Well congratulations, little witch."

A hand slides down her bare stomach, pausing over womb for a moment. The other tubs randomly at the chain to send various signals of pain and pleasure to the nipples and clit at the other ends. After the moment passes, he draws his hand up to give one of the noticeably larger mounds on her chest an even harder squeeze than before, while lips pass over hers in the briefest of grazes. When he pulls away slowly, there is a playful glint in his eyes with the wink and grin offered.

"It isn't mine, is it?"
 
"Thank you..."

Her voice is tentative, breath hitching slightly as hand moves over her body. Fidgeting as the chain is pulled, clit then nipples then all together throbbing with pain that morphs almost seamlessly into pleasure. Sending ripples through her sex.
A groan, animal and low, as fuller breast is squeezed firmly. The discomfort is momentarily forgotten as lips, warm and smooth, brush hers and then...just as quickly, they're gone.
She smiles almost bashfully and shakes her head before speaking.


"No...at least, I don't believe it is..."
 
The laugh is short and green eyes meet hers again as his voice drops to a whisper and lips meet her ears.

"I dunno, fucktoy... You have received an awful lot of... fertilization by my planter..."

The joke, small though it was, had a dual intent; to remind her of what he had turned her into, awakened within her. A toy to be used, filled, and used again. This was her place to him, and her reactions always let him know beyond doubt just how she felt about that. She loved it.

"It could very well be... But then... maybe not."

Without warning, his hand forces her to her knees on the unforgiving ground, and with a flash of motion, his length is freed and lay hardening across her face.

"But you came here to be used. Do you think your condition will give me pause?"
 
She is clearly embarassed by his jokes, his words. But she doesn't move away, she doesn't leave. Bound she may be but she's not bound to the spot. She could go, leave this place. But she won't. She knows it as well as he.
She wants this,
needs it in some ways. In ways she is still struggling to understand.

Smoothly she drops to her knees and looks up to see stiffening shaft directly before her. Feels it's weight against her cheek, her nose. Lips part unconsciously, tongue wetting them as she shakes her head.


"No...no, I don't..."

Condition or not. She's a toy, to be played with, used. Broken if he wishes. She turns her face slightly to kiss the tip gently, all the time her wide blue eyes meet his.
 
Hips move slightly to drag the length along her face. He knows exactly what he is doing; the teasing part of the short game. It's too bad that time will always be there enemy here. But even so, he just can't bring himself to rush... too much.

An idea flashes through his mind, something shown to him very recently by the toy at his feet. Without a word, he half pushes, half guides her to her back, then moves to stand between her feet, so that she has no choice but to spread her thighs at least partially for his viewing pleasure. Among other pleasures, that is...

Slowly, with his eyes never straying from their path between displayed pussy, heavy breasts, and beautiful face, he slides into position between her thighs. His hands drag down the tops of her legs towards her core, with the added effect of his nails dragging heavily along her flesh. Once completely settled, his freed and now fully hardened member slides along nether lips to test the wetness she knew she was supposed to have in his presence.

Leaning forward, teeth sink in to a breast and clamp down tightly, before finally releasing and a growl leaves his throat.


"Well... since you can't get any more pregnant..."
 
Mouth moves, trying to follow the path of his shaft, to be ready when he decides to push it inside her all too willing oral cavity. There is a slight frown as he moves her back, worried she's displeased him. But then she notices their new position and the frown melts into a guilty smile.

The rock is hot at her back, shackled arms pinned beneath her. Legs part, revealing her needy core to his hungry eyes.
Hips rise up from the floor as his hands and nails move down her thighs. Scratching lightly, stinging slightly.

Then she feels it, the steady firm pressure of him. So close, so very close. Moist lips parting to try and draw him deeper. Another whine then a hiss as teeth capture breast flesh, making back arch up from the ground, pushing swollen breasts higher.


"Well... since you can't get any more pregnant..."

The tone when she replies is desperate, needy.

"Please...please use me..."
 
There is a moment after her plea that he debates denying her. Maybe setting a few toys to hum away deep within her as he ties her up to leave her helpless for a few hours. A moment. And only his eyes shine with the delicious thought.

But, it is nothing more than a passing fancy. It had been far too long, and he was getting rather impatient himself. Soon, it would be time to punish her properly. But for now, he will give her what she needs.

Hands slide along her body slowly as the length continues to tease at her entrance. Finally, with a gradual push, the member enters perfectly and slides deep into the hot, inviting canal. A groan of relief from his lips, and he leans forward to wrap a hand in her hair and whisper harshly in her ear.


"You are a fucktoy for my pleasure."

Hips buck without warning, driving cock in and out of depths with piston-like precision and power.
 
A long, low, wanton sound leaves her lips as she finally feels him push inside. Tight wetness enveloping him, clutching greedily around him.

"Oh...oh thank you..."

She groans, although her pleasure doesn't factor here. Not really. As he reminds her.

"You are a fucktoy for my pleasure."

Body is jammed against the hard rock over and over as he take her. Uses her.
She is helpless to do anything but take what he gives, hips trying in vain to match his strokes, internal muscles massaging him.


"Yes, yes I am..."

Her words are little more than growls as hungry sex is pounded, tightness stretched around the shaft laying claim to it. Every shuddering thrust sends her breasts rocking on her chest, the chain pulling taut every so often, making her whimper in amongst her groaning. Nipples protesting, clit tingling obscenely.
 
Nails scratch down her sides and continue their travels up her thighs as his hips continue to push mercilessly. The signs are evident, and even as he focuses on his own sensations and needs, he sees them. A low growl in the form of words to remind her of what she was, what she was becoming more and more, and the use he had for her: a complete slut.

"You just can't help but find your own pleasure as I take mine from you... can you? No matter how hard I use you, how rough and degrading I am to you... you will always love it... See what you've become? How does it make you feel, little witch? You always come back for more..."

His eyes drop to watch her breasts bounce obscenely with the power of his thrusts, lips curling in a sneer as the side of one is slapped hard. Then chain is pulled taught in his fist, and his eyes drop ever lower. It is quite the sight. Clit captured and stretched by cold metal... pulsing shaft disappearing completely, only to reappear and repeat the process... Her juices covering him and the ground below them... Delicious.

"So needy..."
 
"You just can't help but find your own pleasure as I take mine from you... can you? No matter how hard I use you, how rough and degrading I am to you... you will always love it... See what you've become? How does it make you feel, little witch? You always come back for more..."

"I...I don't know..."

The words are breathy, snatched in between the sounds of pleasure and pain pouring constantly from her lips. Her arms are growing numb from being trapped so tightly beneath her, her nipples and clit are on fire but everything he says is true. She is in pain, she is trapped, she feels used and humiliated and yet her body is thrilling, pulsing, with desire.

"To be treated this way...by you...even with the pain, with the embarrassment...it feels so, so good..."

A cry as breast is slapped. A longer, louder sound - almost a howl - as the chain is pulled. Stretching nipples against the clamps, sending thrills of anxious excitement to her already overstimulated clit.

"So needy..."

"I am...I need all of it, everything...I need to be treated like this...I...I don't understand it but I do..."

Her words are fleeting but earnestly delivered. Body trembling as his cock punishes her insides while it drives her closer and closer to an orgasm she knows she will have to beg to be allowed to enjoy.

What makes her cheek glow brighter is not the idea of begging, but the idea of being denied, of being further put in her place.
This is her place. On the floor, beneath him, around him, being used and loving every moment.


"You can do anything to me...anything...just please...please don't stop..."
 
Soft footsteps...heard echoing from the lower levels. Random, pain filled shrieks. She is there, in that place, her place.

The heat is overwhelming.
Doesn't matter.
The sounds of heartbreak stutter, shatter, explode.
Doesn't matter.

The wolf...moves on. Oblivious. Lost in the rut and thrust of the damned.

Because she can.
Because it's home...

And it fits.
 
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