Cheerleaders in Hell

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

"Isn't it ironic? A person named 'Grace' is a powerful person in Hell?"

Barely glancing over as the winged creature landed neatly next to her, Grace had to smile at his sharp-toned quip. But what should his logic mean to her? He was not a powerful mortal, thus, he was inconsequential...the pure and simple reasoning of all denizens of this brutal society. A reasoning she tended to flaunt in the face of those below her as much as possible.

“No more ironic than the undeniable fact that you, one of the myriads of worthless dark ones, speak to me as an equal yet dare not meet my gaze.”

Biting at the cigarette that glowed eerily between her teeth, she let out a peel of laughter. The other demons were circling the stumbling cheerleaders predatorily, their sharp claws clicking ominously on the stone, the shrieks of terror much to her enjoyment and satisfaction.

 

[Tif]

"Ouch" I cried out in pain as my top was ripped from my body. I tried to cover myself but my hands would not move and my top was gone, disapeard before my eyes.

I was to call him master Ivan and he was going to have sex with me? I couldn't let this happen but couldn't stop it either. He told me to suck him off and do it well. I had heard buffy describe this many times but didn't ever think I would do it.
I stood there in the black bra that buffy had talked me into buying and my short skirt looking at this huge person with an appendage that could not be real.

I couldn't get this thing in my mouth let alone anywhere else. Well I thought to myseld it will be better to suck him off than have him do other things.

I submissivly knelt before him and kissed the tip of his huge member gently, still unsure of what I was doing. I then tried to put the tip into my mouth, pushing it just into my pink frosted lips, but that is all that would fit. I thought he would perhaps be satisfied with that and began to suck. I was wrong...

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

"Faster dammit" he screamed, and he sudenly grabbed the back of her head and pushed it towards him, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He could only get it in so far, a bit less than halfway in. He could hear her constsant muffled cries of pain. He heard, and he loved every second of it.

He could tell though that she was inexperienced. If she had ever done this before, he would be shocked. Now he knew for a fact that she was a virgin. He looked down and saw her, tears rolling down her face, which was turning more and more red by the second. She had to remove my dick from her mouth to take a breath.

He looked at her and spoke "You have never done this before yes? Inexperienced tramp!" He finished, and called the other girl over; who had been sitting on his bed and crying.

When she was near him, he grabbed her ass again and lifted her to eye level. Despite her resistance, he started to kiss her lush full lips, sticking one finger into her twat while doing so. He could feel that her pussy was getting wet. Perhaps watching her friend try to blow off another guy was turning her on.

He suddenly broke off the kiss and put her down to the ground. With the shy blonde still trying to take him member into her mouth, he signaled "you, get on your knees and help your friend. She is not please me well, maybe you do better."

 

[The GrandMage]

The Demon of Sarcasm

He smirked, watching the torment of the souls below. He looked over at the poor mortals who had been dragged into Hell. He turned his gaze to the woman.

"Worthless? Do you think that because demons do not wish to have status that they are weak? We are created by the existence of Hell. We are a part of it. We run everything. You mortal souls simply say you do and some gather forces to fight gainst each other. The only reason that Satan alows it is because it stops uprisings. Hell works more smoothly, and he can be lazy. so we watch as it happens. I see no point in having mortals do anything for me, and demons do their jobs well enough. Why should I have followers, servants, or slaves? I need them not. So I lower my eyes and let you mortals have your fun. I have no ego, and yet, you do. If I can make you feel more powerful without harming myself, then why should I not?"

He turned, and looked out at the pit again, rumpling his wings. He heard the screams as the demons descended, using the souls for their own pleasure. He snorted. "But then again, perhaps there is a use for souls. But why bother taking them as slaves when you can merely use them and leave them? Sometim,es mortals like Ivan and the others confuse me. And yet, you are the biggest enigma of them all."

He looked over at her, and then to the demons tormenting the cheerleaders. He looked back to his own feet. "All the others want power. What do you want? I've seen you around Ivan, yet you make no move to join him or destroy him. Do you really just enjoy Hell that much?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Grace cringed at the demon’s mention of Ivan, hoping she wasn’t truly as transparent as his words made her feel.

“Enjoy it...perhaps. Make the best of the current situation...most definitely.”

Muttering bitterly under her breath, she stared at the little playthings that had so thoroughly distracted Ivan’s attention from her, eyes filled with more than her usual share of malevolence and pure hatred. If looks could kill...

“You question what I want. I already hold power in a firm grasp. Seated in the lap of luxury, and his Lord’s good graces, I am lavished with whatever my heart desires. Mindless pleasures are mine for the taking...”

Giving the cigarette one last long drag, Grace flicked it with a practiced hand to land at the feet of the timid girl who was smoothing down her pleated skirt and staring up at the two creatures perched side by side above her. Turning towards the demon, Grace blew the smoke in his direction, tilting her head slightly at the realization of her words.

"I desire only that which I am denied."

 

[The GrandMage]

The Demon Of Sarcasm

He chuckled, and stood up, looking down at her. He rumpled his wings, looking at the othjer girl. He spread his wings, and yawned. He looked down at Grace, and then looked around at the environs.

"Mmm. Is that why you continue to follow Lord Ivan even though he shows no outward interest in you? I have watched and seen. And you desire much, for there is a lot that you are denied. Be well, if ye can, Lady Grace."

He flapped his wings, lifting himself from the ground. He looked around, wondering where to go next.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Scoffing at his reference to her as a lady, she watched the demon's departure. Drawing her fingers, curved into an angry set of a claws, across the rock ledge, she realized that he too was taunting her. Taking leave without her permission...without heed for HER...stated loud and clear to Grace's paranoid ears that he too was denying himself to her.

Tracing the white lines that now scarred the obsidian slab on which she reclined, she murmured to herself, rocking slowly back and forth as images of tortured and bound souls filled her, brimming over and personified in her bubbling laugher.

“Oh my revenge is to be so sweet.”

 

[The GrandMage]

The Demon of Sarcasm

Having no real place to go, he had decided to fly around the island, seein what demons were terrorizing the souls. He sent several on their way, and that's when he heard Grace speak of revenge. Seeing as how she was lost in her own thoughts, he went to one of the most unpopular places in Hell.

The River Lethe. Only of the many Rivers in Hell, it would wipe one's memory clean. He sat on a rock, watching the cool, dark waters as they moved past, promising to carry all worries away. Luckily, he had no worries, and therefore wasn't lured by the seductive charm of the River.

He merely watched, and saw.

 

[scubasteve]

OCC: What now?

Guess I am done.......unless someone else enters and has plans for me?

 

[sail away]

OOC:
Hi everyone! Sorry for not posting, but my ISP went bankrupt and puled the plug, so I have no Internet at home now. What a bunch of charlatans! I'll post from other computers when I can-if I can! Also, sorry if my posts will be very short and a bit dysfunctional until things get under control.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Grace drummed her fingers in a monotonous tempo. Despite a fiery temper she preferred to let actions play out around her instead of instigating. Watch and observe. Both could be a key element in reducing one’s enemy to the worthless equivalent of a bowl of Jell-O.

The cheerleaders that had escaped the clutches of evil, for now, had become quite at home. Two brunettes were sitting on the slate, skirts flaring wildly, playing a sedate game of tic-tac-toe. A blonde stood bravely, or foolishly (depending on one’s perspective), at the edge of the drop off, “ooohing” and “aahing” over the restless flames and balls of fire that shot up angrily once in awhile as if they were fireworks. The rest were milling aimlessly around, oblivious to the surroundings, exclaiming over the unique features of hell as if they were in a no more strenuous situation that deciding what pair of heels went best with which skirt and sweater set. And the demons were, well, doing what demons do best.

Except for Mr. Sarcasm himself, that was, who seemed in a pensive mood and not at all interested in “grabbin’ a piece of da action” as the others so mildly put it. He was seated on a pebbly bank of the Lethe, quite the same spot where she liked to stare at her reflection in utter vanity for hours. She could be quite the Narcissus when the mood struck her

Sighing melodramatically, she turned her thoughts back to Ivan and how best to put into action her devious plans of revenge.

 

[sail away]

OOC: Grace seems a bit board. Maybe she should mix it up with one of the slaves (ie scubasteve) while Ivan is ‘occupied’.

Ivan crudely grabs Buffy’s breast and she flinches in pain. She mutters, "dooonnn’tt please" He pules her breast down making her go to her knees. The sight before her eyes actually scares her. His cock is so long it’s grotesque. It’s 10 inches long and not even hard yet! But, fortunately, not to thick. And his testicles and the sacks they reside in are huge. she could not put her hand around them. She thinks to your self, "what ever’s in those sacks is going to go in my body weather I want it or not". He says, "Open". She slowly opens her mouth wide and tilts her head back looking up at him. She thinks, "well here we go" Ivan places his cock in her mouth. It’s starting to get harder and it’s growing even more. He places one hand at the back of her head and the other on his cock to feed it to Buffy. He presses her on to him. Buffy takes a deep breath, and she knows it will have to last! She feels it pass into her throat. Then down. Her throat bulges. Still more. To the bottom of her throat. Into her chest. "Oh god, there’s still more." She feels this thing sliding in her throat. She gags, and try to push away. Ivan puts both hands on the back of Buffy’s head and with all his strength, pushes her on to him. His muscles ripple. His vanes budge. And he grunts. Buffy is in a vice grip. More. Feather. Down her esophagus. She panics. Buffy starts slapping his chest in panic. She looks at him and shake you head side to side indicating , ‘no, no’. He looks down at you and slowly grins. "Oh God!", she thinks. He presses. Only an inch or two to go. She now nods your head up and down. Not in acceptance but in desperation. Maybe it will help it go down. Finally her face is pressed tightly to his crotch. "Oh God no!", his penis is now growing in her throat. Now he fucks your head. Buffy is completely helpless. "Faster before I suffocate" "Oh God please cum, let me go!" He at once hollows. She feels a lump passing through the underside of his penis, on her tongue, down her throat, down, down. "Lungs are screaming for air!" Then incredibly, he pules your head off. It slowly slides out. "Faster, I need air". "Cant think." "Oh God, passing out." twelve inches are out and still she feels it in her throat. "Faster!" "Air!" "Coming up the throat." "Out the mouth." "Freedom!" She falls back on the ground and breath. He tilts his head up to the stares and hollows. She looks at his penis. It’s hangs almost to his knee, 14 or 16 inches easy. Buffy looks up at the stares. "Yes, this will be a very long night and there’s no turning back."

 

[spazmodious]

Boi (the imp)

Having no luck in finding Vicky, Boi thinks up a new plan.

He quickly changes his form to that of a young and
atractive cheerleader.
Turning invisable eh slips into the crowd or young
men and women waiting in fear for Ivan or Grace to chose one of thier number to torment.

he makes himself visable and walks up next to one of the male chearleaders (scubasteve)and does his best impresion of cowering in fear.
Turning to the young man who is Boi's latest victem, he says " I am sooo scared, hold me?"

Then uses his powers of the mind to covince his victem that the 5'3' 125lb 33c cup strawberry blonde in front of him had been on the bus with him and the others, and waits to see if his plan will work.

 

[Tif]

Tif watches, unbelievably buffy swallows the entire monster. Feeling sorry for her freind but thankful she has been relieved of the torment. Thankful the ordeal is over she wipes her face of the tears and wipes the tears from Buffy's face as well.

 

[The GrandMage]

The Demon of Sarcasm

He was still sittin when the lowest level of demons came to him. He looked at it as it told him it's message. His eyes-the black of pure puil, immediately erupted, his eyes reflecting flames of anger that boiled within.

"WHAT!?!"

He growled, and flapped his wings, lifting off. He returned to the island, and starting telling of whole gangs of demons.

"Innocent souls! Damn him! As if we didn't have hard enough jobs! Off to work, you mangy lot-they're innocent souls, we can't touch them!"

He noticed an imp in disguise. Pretending to talk to a small flying demon a few feet to the imp's right, he talked to it.

"Boi! Innocent souls. You can play around, but I warn you-one scream from any of them-and you'lll be spending eternity waist-deep in the Frozen Lake, understand?"

He growled, and looked across the mortal souls. He sat down on the edge of the island, peering into the flames below. "As if we didn't have enough to do. Damn him! Does he think this is some sort of game? Of course he does, all mortals do. I swear, his Evilship should never have given them power..."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Grace stared at the unfolding drama below her, wondering if Boi would be scampering off, tail between legs, at the returned demon’s harsh scolding. Interesting, there was a male among those she had previously overlooked as a completely female dominated clique. Bounding to her feet with an uneasily feline motion, Grace sprung down from her ledge. Glaring harshly at the imp, she let out another piercing laugh, the note of distaste evident, that echoed ominously in the large empty darkness about them.

“You’re treading on thin ice, imp.”

 

[The GrandMage]

The Demon of Sarcasm

He heard grace behind him and sighed, putting his face in his hands. His wings flapped aimlessly. "I swear, the only reason she isn't being tormented is because there's no torture that would really affect her short of being trapped in heaven. What in the name of the Great Creator is wrong with these mortals?"

He stood up, and walked over to Grace. "Leave it alone. Look at it. It's truly the greatest thing in Hell. For crying out loud, if the stupid little imp wants to have some fun for the next hour, let it. Because after that, it'd better be back to work, or it'll feel the wrath of the Overlord of such demon rodents. Now move along, please? I have enough problems dealing with all of Ivan's shit, I don't need some self-centered little girl stirring things up. Now either move along or I'll be forced to move you along."

He crossed his arms, looking at the pathetic mortal soul. "I don't care if you are one of his Evilships little whores, he's not here-is he? So you'll damn well do as I say."

 

[spazmodious]

Boi (the imp)

Breathing an inward sigh of relief, Boi was thankful that the others did not totaly blow his
disguse.

For a long moment he thought the gig was tits up,
but the demon was content to let him "play" so long as there were no screems."I can do that" he thought, then Grace walks up and again he thought it was over, but he cought Grace looking at the young man from the bus and knew that she wanted to
him for her pleasure, with the demons warning she could get in trouble if she did too much to the young mortal, so she could not say much to Boi without fear of his reporting on her actions.

And the cheerleaders did not seem to notice who they were talking to, as they adressed thier comments to him while facing some of the lower demons.

As a former cherub Boi had been largely ignored and taken for granted, all the power of an angel but in a small cutesy little package.

Now Lord Satan had givin him power that the Lord of Heaven had not, it was past time Boi taugt some mortals to respect him.

With an "impish(hehe)grin" he thought <<IT"S PLAYTIME!>>

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Repeating his remark in a mocking, girlish tone, Grace threw a hand to her forehead in a melodramatic faint.

“Now either move along or I'll be forced to move you along.”

She kept the impetuous smirk on her face that she knew irked the demon so much, slowly stalking him with her eyes as he moved.

“Your crossing boundaries here. I’ll be damned if anybody tries to order me about like the good for nothing wenches you drool over that don’t give you the time of day. So I suggest you take your authoritative babble somewhere where it won’t impart itself rudely on my delicate ears.”

She raised herself on tiptoes, an attempt to rival his imposing height, hissing in his ear.

“Oh and Mr. Demon. The last man who called me a whore ended up missing a rather...valued...part of his anatomy.”

Laughing to herself at this, she turned on her heel and sauntered a few paces away, arms flung in the air. Pushing Boi aside, she turned to throw one last comment over her shoulder at the Demon of Sarcasm.

“And I don’t make idle threats.”

 

[The GrandMage]

The Demon of Sarcasm

"And I don't make idle threats." His voice repeated what she said, but it was dripping with the acid of sarcasm. He didn't even bother to go after her. He didn't care about her, or the imp for that matter. He was simply trying to keep things in order.

But, like all mortals, she had to be a pain in the horns. "Fine, your lowness. Do whatever you please. See if I care. You're just another mortal soul with a big ego. A nothing."

He flapped his wings, and moved back to the edge of the island, sitting down and watching the flames of the pit below. Nothing better to do 'till the next shift. Demons don't sleep, and he had nothing better to do.

 

[scubasteve]

Skylar is caught in the middle.

There is before him the most beautiful woman he has ever seen and to the side is this young girl, almost as pretty but for some reason, he can't quite remember seeing her before, and to the other side is this grotesque creature that is telling the woman......Grace her name is........to leave someone alone.......it seems to be me. The argument continues and then, it's over..........it seems that Grace has won. the prize? me it seems. I stand in front of her, not being able to take my eyes off of her. I am completely her slave. I would do anything she asked, even if she had told me to jump over the edge.

.......................

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Grace Marks

Looking around for someone to take out her anger on, she spotted the male next to Boi. Grabbing him roughly, Grace dragged her prize of sorts off the rocky island and into a niche along a side passage. Illuminated by two flaming torches, she let go of his arm, her knuckles white from the grasp she held. Walking around him, she kicked suddenly at the back of his knees causing him to fall to all fours painfully.

"What is your name little one?"

Placing one foot on the back of his neck, she idly brushed the hair out of his eyes. Admiringly tracing the tightly pulled muscles of his back and ass through the silly uniform that seemed to provide only color yet no real modesty, she growled for him to remain still.

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

ooc: Sorry about lack of replies recently. been busy. Also, since i don't seem to see Satan posting anywhere, in the near future, I wish to make my character the new Satan, the new lord of hell. It's kinda odd having a thread about hell without Satan.

ic:
"I am not yet pleased." He said to the frightened girls. "And if you two think you be finished, then you be dead wrong. Now come here, the both of you." Reluctantly, despite every one of their true desires, they came to him. Apparently, they had figured out the terrible price to pay for disobeying Ivan.

They came to him, their dashingly-colored eyes filled with tears, and looked up at him, waiting for his commands. He looked down at them and said "now, it is time for your next task. You both shall strip, slowly, and sexily, you be fully naked."

He cleared his throat, and suddenly, pulled the shy one next to him. He looked directly at her and sid "You, my dear. When you are done, I shall fuck you brain out, in any way I see fit. All while, you shall eat your friend's pussy, you will bring her to orgasm."

He picked his head up and began to address both of them, while still holding the shy one close to him. "Furthermore, both of you shall act, or at least pretend to enjoy yourselves. If I be not pleased, and if I be not convinced from your acting, you will be punish severly. Is that perfectly clear?" Sobbing heavily, the girls nodded.

"Very well", he said "begin." He concluded and pushed the girl away, into her friend. Unwillingly, their eyes full of tears, their hearts and brain of anger, saddness, and fear, they slowly began to take off their clothing. Ivan's member was once again hard, as he sat back, enjoying the show, waiting for what's to come.

 

[Tif]

I slowly removed my clothing and swayed unsteadily trying to be seductive. Ivan watched pleased with the control he had. Soon, too soon I was naked and standing before him, my pink nipples standing erect capping my small firm breasts. He lifted me with one hand and through me to the center of the bed where I landed on my back spread eagle and unable to move for some reason....

 

[KrazRussian]

Ivan the Terrible

As he looked over her body, laying there, legs spread, with tears rolling down her eyes, he could not help by smile in delight. She had a very nice body, obviously she kept herself in shape. Her breasts were rather small with small, pink nipples. She tried to cover her nicely-trimmed clit, but Ivan had prevented her from moving.

He put her strong arms around both sides of her and lowered himself onto her. He was completely naked with exception of the glasses, and he well-built body was showing. She looked startled when he began to lower himself to her.

He got quite close to her, and positions her member at the entrance to her twat. she could feel his member touch her clit, sending a shock through her body. Her eyes glistened in the shadowwy abyss, the sense of fear radiating from her body was strong.

He reduced her immobilization slightly, allowing all of her body to move with exception to her arms and legs. He looked at her and smiled. With a sadistic voice, he said "I going to be enjoy this, yes." he finished, and thrust his cock into her tight pussy.