Cheerleaders in Hell

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

ooc: why thank you!

IC: And back to hell he went. He went back to his estate, back to his private room, back to his chair. He sat, waiting patiently for his little victims to come here to hell. "Why time seem slow now?" He thought to himself.

On a brighter note, he would probably have first choice of playthings once the cheerleaders made their way down here. Normally, Satan would just take his first 5 wenches and leave us with the rest. But, he's been locked away in his chambers recently, and God-dont-even-know what he's doing there. Probably planning another attempt to take over heaven. Well, at least his efforts usually provide a good laugh or two.

So, with Satan away with his own bizarre little ideologies, there was no one really left to contend with his choice. He answered only to Satan, none of his other puppets could make him answer to them. None.

Sure, some have trieditler's always been one to try; claiming his slaves were superior to other slaves. But, since slave on slave wars were rare; the slave side starting the conflict would get slaughetered in hours, he wouldn't try that again. He got to power through killing 20 million + in the 20th century.

But, that was in the mortal world. He could comtrol a respectable army there, and could invade other nations. He has tried to threaten others himself. Seriously though, it's hilarious to watch a scrawny, weak, unclean little gimp try to boss around a well-built giant thats twice his size, and intelligent enough to pick his battles.

Oh, and Stalin's no exception. His little attempts to threaten others with his secret armies. "PLease" he thought to himself "Him and his stupid KGB. I, Ivan the IV, I create rule by fear. I make all Russia fear me. I create first secret police. And here, he, 700 years later, he use secret army and claim he is most evil leader? Imbecile! He Russian, is only reason I have not crushed him yet."

Of course, he thought, he'd need to listen to the usual ramblings of that Grace whatever. Who is she anyways? Sure, she's got some power in here. If she didn't, she'd be one of the slave girls in Satan's room now pleasuring him. She has earned her place.

But who did she think she was anyways? She tries talking to me, as if she thinks I, the great Ivan, recognize her prescence. I don't even recognize the prescence of my old sod, my wife, or even that fool father of mine, Ivan III, sitting as a no-named idiot in heaven. "Yes, look what stature give him now eh?"

Yes, many underestimate her power. I am not so stupid as the others. "She may have power" he thought to himself "But she does no realize my power. She does no realize who I am, that I am Ivan the Terrible. Americans, pfft."

"Great body though" he continued. Indeed, he would not mind getting her into the sack someday. He finished his thought and dozed off. He knew he had time before the victims would arrive

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

There was a feeling of anticipation in the air that quieted even the loudest screams of torment. Ivan had returned, but failed to go through his usual ritual of securing the gates of his estate from the pitiful attempts of the slaves to “invade” it, like that would do them any good. Something was definitely up though, for he was a creature of habit and it was rare for him to alter his schedule.

Grace made her way to where she knew she’d find him, for she often observed him from afar. She admired him, yes, but no more than she admired herself. His stubborn notions of superiority rivaled her own haughty airs, and his cool demeanor had always intrigued her. He was one of the few men of importance she hadn’t fooled around with, and, after all these years, she still found power as strongly enticing as it had ever been.

She found him, half-asleep, dozing yet alert, almost with one eye open. How he could sleep in a hard, straight-backed chair was beyond her. Some people could never learn to live with pain. Some people could bear it. Ivan seemed to truly enjoy it, as she did also, but to a far greater extent.

No matter what it took, she would get to the bottom of this. It had to be one of his half-baked schemes he was working on again, for he seemed to be lying in wait for something. Or someone. Nothing in Hell passed her keen gaze by, and she intended to keep it that way.

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

He awoke slightly as the sound of the door to his mansion being opened. He knew better than to be alarmed; no one would be foolish enough to try to break into here and try to cause him harm; he could dispatch any fool stupid enough to do so.

So, he lay in his chair, still half-asleep, and rather groggy; not too pleased with being awoken. He sat um into a relaxed position in the chair, and reached for his trusty bodka bottle from below the chair. Fortunately, 2 glasses were alrady standing on the table near his chair. He reached over, took the cleaner of the glasses, filled it up, and took a swing. After emptying the glass, he took another swing, this one of less magnitude.

The Vodka had helped him relax a bit. He felt less groggy, but still not in the mood to deal with anyone. THe person coming in better have a damn good reason for being here,

He waited for his guest, and Grace entered the room. Rather displeased at his visitor, he opened his eyes slightly, eyed the woman up and down quickly and began to speak. "Gracy" he said in as much of a falsely mauldin tone as he could; trying to sound as displeased as possible. "Listen, let us cut through the crap. I be groggy, I want drink and go to sleep, and I have patience not to deal with you now." He let out an unsatisfied and fatigued yawn. "So, if this be important, say what you must and leave." He finished and gulped down another shot.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Grace smiled smugly at Ivan’s obvious displeasure at being awoken. He wasn't reasonable at his more lucid moments, and she thought catching him off guard would perhaps help to curb his temper. Staring her down, she refused to look away, only blinked wide-eyed at him.

“All I wanted to know is what kind of devious plot you have up your sleeve this time, so I can laugh at you when it fails horribly.”

Shrugging offhandedly, she walked over to his broad desk and picked up the liquor-stained glass. Pouring herself a shallow serving of vodka, she forced herself to drink it all in one swig, fighting hard to keep a grimace of distaste off her face. Vile stuff, really, another object to prove he enjoyed self-inflicted pain as well. Swallowing hard to get rid of the burning sensation, she eyed him with contempt, her voice venomous and laced with sarcasm.

“Ever so sorry to have interrupted your nap though.”

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

Fiesty one isn't she. But rather irritating. Ivan had no patience for this. He leaned further back in his chair, still wearing his glasses. Oh if she realized the pain he could put her through now had he the desire.

Nevertheless, he would not. He would handle her in the same manner as he usually did. He cleared his voice and spoke.

"I'm sorry little child, I think you are in the wrong house. You must be look for someone who care about who you are, or what you have to say. I am neither. You must think you is worthy of hearing about me life, you are sadly mistake. So, little girl, please leave my house, I have no mood to speak with you, and you waste my precious time, and perfectly good vodka. So, dosovidania milaya" He finished and sat back in his chair relaxed.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

He looked down his nose at her, yes, but it didn’t faze her. This was how she was used to being treated, at first by the doctors with their fancy degrees and now those here who felt themselves to be higher on the ladder of power than she.

“Your mocking causes me such pain...”

She spit back with sarcasm, his shifting tone irritating her. Her temper that always smouldered below the surface, was easily provoked by such disregard.

“I think you’re intimidated by me, Ivan. Behind all your cloaks of smug denial and that coat of armor you wear of perfection, you know that if things were just a bit different, it would be I ordering you about. But no, you pretend not to be fascinated with me when it’s obvious you are.”

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

And yet, she would not leave him alone. She was persistent, but really starting to annoy him.

He once again resumed his annoyed phase. "Look, whatever your name is. You must think of me as be stupid. I will give credit, you are persistent one. You remind me of self at young age sometimes. But, I think you do not realize who you deal with. I am no phased by your casual and expected approach. I am in no mood to deal with you."

"As for your paranoid ideology than I am fascinated by you. I find you attractive, yes; quite attractive. But to me, you are no different than any other of the slave girls that serve me. None of you are worthy of my prescence, you need leave me be when I command it."

He felt he was getting a bit worked up, so he took a pause. He took another shot of vodka; it helped him relax again. He finished his vodka and resumed speaking.

"You speak of indimidation. Heh, perhaps you need do research of who I am before you speak foolishly. There have be two people in life that have indimidate me; my father and son. My father was quickly, and look at him now, he is nobody in the depth of heaven. He is nothing, he have no glory.

"And as for my good-for-nothing son, he was dispose off quickly as well. He too, what has become of him; he is even less of a nothing, he is servant somewhere; I know not or care not where. I dispose of those who indimidate me. So, if I really feel indimited by you, you would have been take care of long ago. But, I have not done so with you. I barely know who you are, why I be indimidate by you is a fool's ideology. Now, as I say before, leave my house. I have no wish to speak with you."

 

[Tif]

As the Game ended we headed to the bus. When I got there that boy Skylar is sitting by himself motioning me to sit with him. I take a seat next to him and he immediately puts hiss arm around me and starts talking, although I can't hear what he is saying between the cheering on the bus and my heart pounding from excitement, so I just smile and nod a lot not making too much eye contact.
I look over at Buffy who gives me a wink, I know what it means and ignore her.
Logan starts talking though most everyone is ignoring her I lean back into skylars arm and try to hear what she is saying.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

“You speak to me as if I know not of the evils of human nature. Kak zahl. You, Ivan, have flashed more than a few chinks in your armor throughout the years. And yet you have the nerve to insult me by comparing me to others. I stand alone, and looks can be deceiving.”

Grace watched as Ivan paced in the imitated motions of a caged animal. She had struck a cord with him somewhere, for any traces of his level-headed lethargy had vanished.

"Such a shame you've felt intimidation before. I never have. And those who ever stood a chance of inspiring such are laying in their graves with my claw marks running the length of their worthless flesh."

Letting out a low laugh, that spark of insanity glowed just noticeably beneath her placid, reformed eyes. He was interesting to toy with, much more responsive than those she usually enjoyed harassing. How far she could push him towards the upper edges of rage was the question.

“As for your concern with me, I am but sure you know more about than you’re willing to admit...”

She smiled at him, ignoring his scowl, running her tongue over her teeth as she poised herself for a fleeting retreat if indeed his wild-eyed violent side took over.

“...history has proved that not knowing your adversaries can be a great weakness.”

 

[sail away]

Lets get on with the bus crash. Since ‘good oll’ Ivan sabotaged the bus I think he should write the part about the buss crashing. Is that ok with you Ivan? Maybe he even used his magical powers to help the bus crsh, or substituted the driver with one of his slaves from hell.

 

[scubasteve]

The trip back

I got to the bus early so I could get a spot and save a seat for Tif.
After having Buffy cum all over my fingers during the game, I needed to please another. Tif came on and sat with me and I talked to her as she nestled into my arms. As she does, I let me had that is around her to drop to her arm, casually rubbing against her small firm breast. Doing that gave me an instant erection and I shifted again pulling her closer. Something was wrong though. I noticed that there was a sort of aurora in the bus. Something was wrong.............. Oh well. I rubbed Tif's breast a bit more, forgeting about that bad feeling. I kissed her kneck softly..............Then....................

 

[sail away]

After the game some of the football players walk over to Buffy and invite her to the locker room for some ‘extra curricular activity’. Buffy’s heart races at the thought of being gang raped again, but she decides to piss them off this time and Buffy brushes off her shoulder and says in an insolent way, "Sorry guys but Buffys busy right now." Buffy walkes over to the buss and jumps on and sees Skylar making out with Tif. Even though Tif and Buffy are beast friends Buffy is still a bit jellies and says, "Well Skyar did you enjoy the game? I know I did." Buffy winks at Tif.

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

Oh, she was good. A relentless one no doubt. But, she could not crack Ivan, he knew this. She does not realize yet his power. She is a fiesty one, but she is young. She will learn.

"Oh but on contrary foolish child, I know nothing of you. I barely know you name. You speak as if you have never be intimiated. But now, you act in denial. There is none in this world that have never be intimidated. If this was true, they would be leader of mortals; they be unquestioned superior among their followers. They would be immortal and all-knowing being.

"You are neither, you say you never feel indimidation; but you lie. In fact, you are indimidate by me, if even you not willing to admit. Yes, for why else would you show interest in my life for sake of try to find a point of flaw. You laugh at my schemes because you trully are inspired by them. You can no do better, and you look for self-gratification in point flaws in my theory."

As he spoke to her, a revelation came over him. What if the driver was good enough to avoid crash? Granted, it was nearly impossible, only a pro could do such a thing. HOwever, he could not afford such a risk. He wanted fresh playthings, and he would not run the risk of losing them. He knew what he had to do

He stood up from his chair, startling Gracy a bit with his size. He spoke briefly "As much as I "love" to pointout flaws in your simplistic psychology, I have important duties, and adressing you is not one of them. So, I bid you farewell child."

Finishing his statement, he moved to leave his room, giving Gracy a swift shove away to clear the path. Making sure that she did not follow (he could see all illusions while in hell. Only Satan possessed the ability to illude his true sight). He walked outside and grabbed one of his shape-changing gimps.

He proceeded back to the portal with the gimp and proceeded to the portal. Once again, he made the necessary travel arangements. Except this time, to ensure that he would not be followed, he got authorization for private travel.

There were certain rules even down here for the head leaders under Satan. If they received authorization for private travels, then only Satan would have the ability to follow him. The portal would automatically adjust to deny access to any translocation locations within a large area of the destination of the traveler.

It was impossible to alter that fact; encountering the person in the mortal world would be impossible. Any attempt to follow the traveler by anyone other than Satan himself would result in serious reprimandatory discipline. He realized that all of this was really unnecessary; but he wanted 100% ensurance that Gracy would not follow. He did not want to deal with that annoyance on this manner.

Everything was done, and he and his shapeshifter went through; finding themselves again at the football field. Knowing well that neither he not hte shifter could dispose of teh bus driver directly themselves, he used another method. He knew that the driver would need to be in the bus at least 20 minutes before the cheerleaders would be allowed back inside. So, he had a working window of a good 10-15minutes; more than enough time.

He breezed past the secutiry guards easily again, and climbed into the bus with equal easy. Once in, he began his plan of action. It was quite simple; he laced the keys; which suprizingly enough had been left in the ignition slot, and the entire wheel with an extremely deadly poison.

Once any mortal came into direct or indirect contact with the substance, it would seem unknowingly down through his skin and into his veins. It would travel immediately to the arteries connected to the heart, brain, and breathing valves. A loss of blood to all 3 bodily functions would result in death within 5-10 seconds; not allowing the peson to even call out for help.

He laced the substance, and brought the shapeshifter, who was invisible as well into the bus. Sure enough, the driver showed up 8 minutes later; being even a little early. He was not wearing any gloves; so his contact with the substance was direct. He was seemingly an overweight male with heart problems as is; his death took only 4 second.

Quietly, Ivan picked up the body, and comanded the shapeshifter to shapechange into the driver. The travel route was extrcted quickly form the brain of the driver and implanted into the shifter's mind. Ivan then disintergated the corpse rather quickly. THe shifter took the drivers place; the acid did not affect non-mortals, and it was wired off quickly to prevent any traces.

He trusted the shifter; it had been a loyal servant, and it knew what to do. However, he would follow the bus until near the crash site. There, he would teleport and wait for the crash; wait for the moment to bring the pool souls into the abyss.

He waited patiently for the cheerleaders to enter the bus; from a safe position. As he watched the last one climb on, a smile breached his face. As the bus traveled, so did he. Finally, near the point of crash, he teleported to his waiting spot, to stand in anticipation for his plan to unveil.

Sure enough, not 5 minutes later, he saw it, the bus flying over the curb, and he allowed another smile. And then came the all-too-familiar sound of 40 tons of metal crashing into sheer rock.

The bus exploded on impact, and by the time it reached a level surface; only the backbone of the bus remained; encompacing the burned remains of the cheerleaders. He walked up to every corpse he could find, setting the souls of each one free; free to be swallowed into the portal to hell that opened nearby.

As he sucked free the souls, he thought to himself; "a tragedy for the ages. THere would be mass news coverage. Many people dead; many families crying; mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandparents, relaveites, friends and more, all distraught, living in mentaul anguish, in sorrow of their losses. Human pain an suffering is bliss indeed."

 

[Tif]

As I leaned back into Skylars arm I realize what he must have said because he starts rubbing my breats and kissing my neck. I feel so good I let him, oblivious to all that is around me. I feel him become bolder and grab my breast with his free hand as his mouth covers mine, then every thin goes black. I awake in darkness and wonder where I am and where are my freinds.

 

[sail away]

Buffy thinks, "How disgusting. Tiffy getting groped like that in front of everyone." But Buffy’s attention is more on the bus driver. He seems, well, funny. Just looks out the window. Then he starts to pick up speed at the bridge. Buffy thinks, "Gees it’s a long way down." Just then the driver swerves! The bus breaks through the barer and flies off the bridge!!! Screaming!! The ever nieve Buffy is heard to shout, "Hay driver. You better knock this off because my daddy’s a rich lawyer and he’ll sue you!" The ground coming up! Suddenly blackness!

Buffy wakes up. Blackness. Buffy: "Hay where the hell is this!?"

 

[sail away]

By the way. Just a reminder. I’m really a 41 year old male just plying a female character. I usually get parts as big dominant males, so I decided to try something different just for a change.

By the way. You’re all invited to join my SRP "AAA Modeling" We might need a porno video crew. But that depends on how that story goes.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Watching Ivan storm out, she took in the rest of his bedroom with a swift gaze. Know your adversaries. Drumming her fingers indecisively, she thought about following him. The path he took led only to a portal to the mortal world, and that was heavily guarded. Impossible, probably. But, if and when caught, there would be severe reprimands. Not that punishment, if administered by the dark Lord himself, had to be all that bad. On the few occasions she couldn't sweet talk and politic her way out of it, she would turn it around to her benefit rather than the intended detriment.

Ivan seemed to enjoy his frequent visits to the mortal world. Why, exactly, was anyone's guess. Enough pain and misery could be found here, home sweet home, to suit even the most fickle palate. Grace, on the other hand, never made an appearance there unless she was forced to. Dreadful place, really.

Following slowly in Ivan's footsteps, she found the transport portal more heavily guarded. The belligerent minions and other subservient denizens eyed her warily as she neared. Hissing and baring her pointed canines, she circled them, impatiently awaiting Ivan's return.

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

ooc: great, I really like the way the thread is moving. BTW, if oyu have been reading my posts; you've noticed that my grammar is often improper and words are mispelled. This is done on purpose. I'm trying to do as good of an intelligent but broken English with Russian accent.

His job was done. His mission accomplished. He would finally have some new playthings; new bodies; new gimps. He no longer needed to do much.

He realized he took a few large risks in doing this. BUt, he did not care. He stood at the portal to hell, waiting; watching that all the wretched souls make their way into hell. When he was assured that all the souls would find their way to hell, he stepped through the portal, back to hell.

He re-entered the Underworld happy. His new slaves would be here shortly. However, the happiness was short lived. And he entered, he saw Grace there, waiting for him. "What is this woman's obsess with me? Why she not leave me alone?" he thought to himself.

Facing Gracy again, he spoke. "You again. Do you understand it not? I have no desire to speak with you. I barely know who you are, and yet I despise you already. What is this passion you have for meddle in my life? Why will you no leave alone me in peace?"

 

[scubasteve]

IC: Skylar

I don't know what happend! All I remember Is kissing Tif gently and then POW!!!!!!!!!!!! Now we are being ecorted into a big window it seems......Like the stargate portal.

WWWWWWWooooooooooshhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Tif grabs my arm and I hold her close to me. Where are we she asks I don't know. It sure is warm though! I take off my sweater......fizzzzleeee........It dissaperes. Erie!!!!!! She gasps and hold on tighter..... All of the sudden I feel 2 more arms circle my waist. On hand slips inside my pants ans grabs my cock and hods on while the other grabs the other arm and squeezes. It's Buffy! So the little spoiled rich girl gets scared too!!

Ahead we see a door way.......................there is a comotion going on out there....2 ppl arguing it seems..... we move closer, the others from the bus all around us pushing......

 

[Tif]

As I held on to Skylar I found us in a dark room looking with people argueing. I was so scared I just stayed close to everyone and tried to figure out what happened. I feel some one touching me but can't see who or what it is. I screamed and the two people argueing stop and look at us standing there.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

It gave Grace great joy to see the way Ivan’s face darkened, like the gathering of rain-burdened clouds at the onset of an electrical summer storm, when he realized her presence. He side-stepped her and turned his back, but she fell into stride with him, blocking his escape route.

“You know, Ivan,” she chided, “you really need to lighten up.”

Grace’s need to taunt him, to be recognized by him, to have him feel something towards her was obsessive, yes, but that’s what thirty years of abusive relationships and unrelenting therapists trying to find out what makes you tick will do to you. Whether he felt the light, strained melody of love or the fiery-paced beats of hate was of no consequence to her. To be something to him was all that mattered.

“Why do I mettle in your affairs? Simple. You are the only man...of importance...who brushes me away as nothing, hasn’t felt fear pinned beneath my lashing tongue and burning eyes. No. You persist on turning a cold shoulder and walking in the other direction. Does the thought of having an equal, one who can rival your nonsensical banter and heartless cruelty, scare you?”

 

[spazmodious]

Boi (the imp)

having finished his task for his master, Boi folloed the mortals through the portal.

hells newest arrivals stood clinging to each other,as the master and that woman he keeps running away from were off to one side talking.

<<very boring>> he thought. I guess its up to me to get the ball rolling.

floating around in front of the mortals still it the form of that fat slob the bus driver, he snaped his fingers in their faces to get thier attention.

when they turn as one to look at him thier faces relax a boit for recognizing a "friendly" face,
but only for a minute as the imp shifts back to his natural form.
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Boi (the imp, a fallen cherub)
3'6" tall with 22inch wingspan of his batlike wings.
greenish gray skin, blue hair, yellow eyes.
long claws on fingers and toes, 18 inch barbed tail, stands only wearing chainmail loincloth.

 

[Tif]

I screamed again as I see a face I recognize turn into a monster of some kind. I cling to Skylar even more and look away from the beast.
This can't be real, it can't be happening. I look around for a way out and for a possible answer to this puzzle that now faces me.

"what is happening" I scream

 

[scubasteve]

What the.............

My ears ring wiht the screams of Tif.....she clutches on to me tighter as the guy we knew as our driver changed into this horid creature. Some of the other girls pass out..........Tiff screams again. This time the 2 tha were arguing stopped and faced us. The one is a Blond woman of incredible beauty. It is hard to say which is more sexy, her or Tif......

 

[Tif]

Looking for an exit I let go of Skylars arm and start feeling my way along the wall towards where I think we came in. The walls are slimy yet warm and all the while the creature is looking at us all as are the two that were argueing. I try to melt into the background, to no avail, the cheerleader outfits seem to glow in this dark, dank atmosphere.