Chris & Sydel - Promises Made

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(19:20:54 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
Is In or On The Grounds Of Duke Grey's Property
says to §Ċħŗį: ..slowly she sunk down into that chair opposite him.. it was quite comfortable really for one that would usually remain outdoors.. the cushions atop it no doubt made the difference.. though her setting was made up for another.. his woman perhaps.. her left leg curled in so tightly over her right.. tilting her head a little to the side.. that long ivory ponytail shifted.. tumbling over the curve of her shoulder.. Oh yes she caught sight of those form fitting leather slacks.. either sex had to admire the way they clung to his frame.. each little curve there on display.. though for the moment it would appear they were only for her benefit.. her lips twitched a little.. a playful smirk appearing moments after.. she was suitably impressed.. the moment her gaze caught that V however ..that oh so sweet fine Adonis belt there.. well her fingers curled inward.. subconsciously gripping the arm of that wooden garden seat..clucking her tongue there against the roof of her mouth.. she observed as he removed that tight fitting shirt.. Oh this one looked after himself.. not near as luscious, tight, tones as her previous bed mate.. but he had a lot of potential.. a hellova lot of potential.. or was that simply her bodies and minds way of dealing with a lack-thereof ..as there had been for a while.. well she’d been at the bottom of a pond for god knows how long.. it would only be natural for such a usually.. desire laiden creature to have .. a slight craving so to speak..she waved his offer of tea away.. never much caring for the food and drink that seemed to be popular on the surface world- .. Oh.. no.. .. she shook her head lightly as she sunk back into her seat.. hands pulled from their clutching grip to return neatly to her lap..- .. none for me.. but.. .. she motioned toward him as she removed her other glove- .. don’t stop on my account.... she drew that lower lip inward just a touch.. just enough to cause it to glisten before it would lightly smack from its release- .. do enjoy.. .. a subtle hint of amusement in her final word there.. she did so want to make sure he enjoyed many.. many things.. this was only the beginning.. idly wondering to herself now why she hadn’t actively met this one in person.. was it by choice? Was it Nautilous’s decision that they didn’t? or was she simply so enamoured by Naut that anyone else didn’t even really register.. quite possibly the latter.. but this one.. this Chris.. well now he was quite a dish.. .. With the company you keep honey.. .. she leant forward a little.. a single slender finger began to circle the rim of one of those expensive.. rather fine teacups..- .. I doubt much is shocking to you.. .. she exhaled a breath.. perhaps pondering on her response a moment.. just why was she seeking him out? Was it purely sexual? Was it something deeper? Was she playing strategically? Their parting was quite melancholy..a touch on the somber side..Did she know things were happening that weren’t quite right?.. had she forseen his acts of sudden kindness.. this birth of a conscience? - .. Need I a reason?.... she spoke confidently .. long dark lashes lifting.. her gaze remained squarly upon him.. never leaving him.. drinking in every little expression.. every quirk.. every blink.. every breath.. though without her having pupils or the supurb colouring of an iris.. one never really knew in which direction she was looking.. it was much akin to speaking with a blind person.. - .. You can see no reason to tell me simply because I ask?.... she inquired.. a mildly curious smile settling there-after- .. not even if I ask.. really.. very nicely?.... she planted her hands back down upon the arms of the chair and slowly moved to stand.. that long thin lace that coated her legs tumbled back into place.. a slow seductive little saunter would have her standing before him.. her knees brushing against his own as he sat.. she leant forward.. her hands once more finding the arms of the chair.. but this time it was his.. - .. everyone has a magic word.. I just need to figure out what yours is.. or you could be ever so polite.. ..she whispered.. her upper body lowering a little further.. her face soon mere inches from his own.. she could taste the tea upon his breath.. why he was even more exquisite up close.. he wasn’t handsome in a Nautilous kind of way.. there was something different there.. he was quite fetching..and he had a hold upon her attentions..- ..Chris....her right hand rose as she reached across.. circling one of the higher buttons upon his shirt-.. and just tell me what I need to know..

(20:37:38 M)
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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, I'm Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me YooHoo, And I Know You Too°
Is In or On The Grounds Of Duke Grey's Property
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He hadn’t expected anyone but Quinn to be out and about on the ground, and with this property being his, and his new title, he had little expectation someone would waltz up to his house as if it were some sort of daily thing. He had truly expected to be completely alone and so he hadn’t bothered to leave his shirt on. He was hot from riding his horse for a few hours while he toured the new lands to see what needed done where. The way was warm too and it hadn’t helped and when that cool wind had picked up, he took advantage of it to allow himself to cool down a bit. He was a pretty decent partner or so he though, he never came around Quinn stinking or sweaty. He always cleaned up before he in bed with her, clean shaven and all kinds of good smelling, or so he had been told. She definitely never seemed to mind the way he smelled, she had always complimented him on it. Still, he wasn’t ready to go in yet, the weather really was quite nice for the time of yeah and he was enjoying the fresh air and sunshine before going back in. If he had known he had that little surprise running along to him on size five feet, he might have planned things a bit differently. Like say, keeping his shirt on and a different pair of pants. Maybe a suit of armor, perhaps? He wasn’t afraid of Sydel, but he knew that if the goddess of sex Priapus had a wife, it was probably her. He had heard plenty of stories while he was locked up in shackles on the bed while Naut told him little exploits of his life over the years. It had been a good diversion to help him bleed out the opium drop by drop while the shakes made him think his teeth were going to rattle right out of his head. Nooo, he knew enough about her to know that no cock was safe, even less so if it was attached to a body she wanted. Like a pit bull, she had a tenacity that was worse than his and Nauts both, and THAT was saying something! He nodded his head and topped off his cup then, adding a cube of sugar and taking it without cream. He spoke as he stirred, lightly tapping the end of the spoon on the lip of the cup before placing it in the saucer.*
”It’s easier to cater to human tastes than…others I am afraid. I could never really develop a taste for some of the things the ah…shall we call them specialists? Do. The cookies are rather good though, if you are willing to give one a go. Entirely up to you of course, you know, British manners and all that.”
*Those ice blue eyes regarded you coolly, business like with a strong dose of control there. He wasn’t a puppet and no matter how strings you pulled, he wasn’t going to dance to a tune set by you, no matter how fetching in that little peek-a-boo outfit was. He was made of sterner stuff than many of your lovers, and unlike all of them, we was very much a one cart horse as the saying went. Still, he could tell from each little jerk, spasm, the movements of your face and lips that you wanted him. Well, let’s play on that, shall we? After all, life was one big game, and he didn’t think you had met anyone quite like him before. After all, he even had Nautilous try to sleep with him a time or two without success. Pitcher or Catcher, that was a no go on his part. She did have a point about the company he kept and a noncommittal shrug was his acceptance of it.*
”I could say that anyone who spends time around Nautilous gets opened up to a whole lot of weird not to mention other things that don’t bear repeating. Rather rips the blinders off of a person. I simply expected his wife to be here before you…But perhaps she has, who knows?”
*Another drink of his tea as you spoke and that cold smile he used for everyone passed his lips, an almost cruel little thing, but not quite that far into the realm of tactless.*
”You are like him…Neither of you so much as bats a lash without a reason.”
*The eyes were unusual yes, just a wall of one solid color without any real outline as to show color, iris or pupil. Still, his eyes were much the same at the other time, just black to your platinum. *
”I see no reason you give you an unfair advantage over those who also care about him… Though you do have a…leg up on the competition as it were if you grasp it…”
*He saw you shift to begin moving and casually rested his arm of the side of his chair, out of your eye sight. So…you wanted to play this game did you… Straight to the end game, trying to seduce him… It was entertaining to be on the receiving end for the first time in fourteen years, but it was the wrong time for you. It was one thing to shag a woman on the side while you were married, but even worse to go and plug away at your friends lover. That was just…wrong. Unless it was an orgy, then all bets were off, but without the other parties, he doubted that was the case. As soon as she laid a hand on him, his hand flashed out, holding that leather riding quirt and landed it firmly across the curve of the back of her hand. It was a sharp sting, but not enough to damage the skin. Just a shade or two harder than how he played with Quinn. It would definitely be hard enough to enlist a reaction.*
”You don’t touch me… I touch you when I decide to. You want answers, so do I…So shall we play a game, you and I? You might even like it.”

(21:22:34 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
Is In or On The Grounds Of Duke Grey's Property
says to §Ċħŗį: ..her mildly silver gaze would have regarded those ‘cookies’ a moment.. she’d seen all manner of sweet things before.. been offered them on more than one occasion.. but much like all the rest nothing would ever sit well within her stomach.. it wasn’t made for sugar, flour and oils.. no.. her body could only truly be sustained with the deeper, darker delights.. and that which coursed through her very veins.. so she passed on the offering.. screwing up her face just a little at the thought of becoming ill only for the sake of keeping face.. she prickled a little when he mentioned the ‘wife’.. or more so the current ‘wife’.. she too had been wed to the one she was seeking.. but domesticity was certainly not bliss..she was not and would never be someones house wife.. she hated cooking, didn’t see the point in cleaning.. dusting and keeping house.. and don’t even get her started on children.. her taste for children only ran to the deadly.. better off seen certainly not heard.. the only reason one existed was because she was forced.. far beyond her will.. that conniving bastard.. she cleared her throat.. giving him a dismissive wave- ..that ‘wife’ is a touch on the.. flakey side.. .. she pursed her lips together lightly- .. this.. this whole thing.. the need for this is her fault.. her ..her voice lowered a little- . her and her god forsaken sweetness and light.. such honour.. such integrity.. such.. virtue.. .. a rather ailing look crossed her features.. she was clearly unimpressed with the way things had panned out- .. such bullshit.. .. she shrugged her shoulders- .. you’l be lucky to catch her.. she floats around.. a lot.. I’m simply not waiting on an opportunity to show itself.. I’d rather take the bull by the horns and take care of business on my own.. .. her head tilted once more.. those chalky orbs seemed to sparkle with a little hidden mischief- .. and here-in lies my little problem.. You have information I need.. I know you do.. .. she didn’t notice him shifting.. resting his arm on the side of the chair just out of her line of sight- ..Think about it.. .. she mused a moment- .. on one hand you have the Nautilous you knew.. the one you were around.. the darker.. brooding soul that had the world at his fingertips.. he had drive, desire and sheer cutthroat savagery that could never be matched.. .. her head tilted the other way.. drawing in that little bit closer.. she could smell the sweat on his covered frame.. that thick earthy scent.. it seemed to mingle.. to mix with her own erotic notes..- .. and then on the other you have a right proper gentleman.. who was bored.. so terribly bored with his common, tedious lacklustre life.. sure he had a wife.. he had a few dots to care for.. but was he really himself?.. such a waste.. .. she clucked her tongue once more.. only to have the tip of it snake out to drag across her upper lip.. that arm remained outstretched.. those slender perfectly pale fingers did well to circle those petite lightly coloured buttons.. his sudden movement did indeed take her by surprise.. the quirt springing into view and snapping against the back of her small hand.. she tensed.. stiffened and a quiet little cry sounded.. oh but the sting was incredibly arousing.. that white hot sensation that could only come from the feeling of leather cracking against flesh.. Oh.. he just jumped a few more levels.. did he have kinks under those walls of his?.. a twisted little grin curled across her lips.. she was never one to hide it unless of course the problem at hand called for it.. a poker face she had when necessary.. it got her out of more trouble than she cared to count.. her right boot hooked with the chair leg and she applied her weight.. in truth she was a small thing.. thin.. what some might think inconsequential.. a mini person.. easily defeated.. or so would be her illusion.. it’s how she climbed those ranks.. walking over so many bloody corpses.. no one ever suspected the pint sized little doll.. she flipped that chair back that he was within.. sending it tipping.. playing him down onto the dewy grasses- .. you can touch me when whenever you like cupcake..I however don’t ask.. nor have Ever required permission.. The more you fight it.. the harder it will be.. .. she hot him a wink.. so very playful.. - .. I promise you..
(22:17:23 M)
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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, I'm Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me YooHoo, And I Know You Too°
Is In or On The Grounds Of Duke Grey's Property
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oooooh, now that had been a surprise for him. To see her actually perk up and get downright pissy… So it was true then…Damn did that man NOT know everything? It was like being a friend with God who kept making bets with you, and always winning them because he had the answers way ahead of time. Nautilous had a plan installed long before his death for this event, and because Chris had doubted it, he was going to have to do something later on when that fucker woke up that he was NOT going to enjoy… Bloody hell. With a simple thought he banished those that were running about his head and simply watched her talk. You might control what you said, but you lacked as much control with your body language. Or your inflection either… He just remained as still as a stone, watching, always watching, reading you like a book.*
”My my my… This coming from the first wife who ran? Tsk Tsk, pot calling the kettle, don’t you think? You are right about her, she’s a bit on the waffle side, but because of you he doesn’t know what else to expect from a woman. Besides, last I checked, it was his body that you are running around in. So really, who is the one who caused his death?”
*That was just the first prods in your armor, a wiggle to show you the chinks there and how he was finding them. Did he miss the old Naut versus the new one? No, he missed them both equally, because they had both been his friend in equal measure. The former had helped break him from his addiction to opium and taught him how to control the beast on the inside who’s only taming had once been that opium he had quit. It had taken them a long time, a long, long time before he had learned to do it with any measure of success. Gruvadian was too strong, even with all his control if someone angered him, or caused him pain, he would shift without any control and go absolutely mad. The ring gave him that final bit of rope to tie the beast with and keep it controlled, and if he ever had to, if his life was in danger, he could simply use the hook within to let the beast out and reign hell on who ever had been stupid enough to piss him off in the first place. Later on, as Naut had shifted into a more neutral area, Chris had been his lawyer, setting up financial security for all those who he cared about, from his remaining children and grandchildren, to those he adopted that were the children of Athena and the man Naut had traded her to for the night. Naut had somehow seen this all coming though, had planned out for everything to a T. He knew it because he had been his tool for the last four years, carrying out everything behind the scenes that had been required of him. He tapped his fingers lightly on the arm of his own chair before they were stilled.*
”Yes, I do know where he is. I know what he was like for the fourteen years I knew him. Question is, did you? Your like a clouded Mirror Sydel, you only reflect and repeat what you want to see, and show… The funniest part of it, is that you don’t even realize what it is you want. You’ve become clouded even to yourself. You want him back because you miss him. Your life is about as exciting as muddy ditch water without him around. You can lie to other people, but no one can lie to me. It’s all there, written on your face as clear as day.”
*That flick of the whip was meant to get her to take her hand back, but when he saw that smile he realized they had the same sort of a kink, just on different ends. His friend better get back soon, preferably as soon as five minutes ago. He wasn’t interested in her, even if she wasn’t the mother of his friends kid, she just was not his type. The fact that she was pushing him didn’t arouse him, it pissed him off actually. Not exactly the healthiest thing in the world for anyone. He buried it though, and instead used the extra energy to shift his weight rather like a cat, and instead of landing of his back, he landed in a crouch. He reached out for her ankle as she was talking, and if his fingers would grip that flesh, she could feel what he was in at moment. It was nothing for him to pull your legs out from under you and land you on your back where he would press his boot onto her shoulder, not caring about damaging that pretty lace. He then laid the crop full force against your cheek. His smile was vicious, feral, and more than a little dangerous. His voice carried an ice to it that could rip metal to shreds, and those eyes flashed danger. There was a reason he and Naut got along so well…they both had a dark side… Chris just controlled his a lot better.*
”Oh no…you got that VERY wrong… You’re used to wrapping little boys and besotted old men around your finger like the ribbons on your boots. You might break spineless little createns like that, but you cannot break me, and I will not play your games. The quicker you learn that, the better off your going to be. You want information, then you’re going to EARN it. Nothing in this world is free. Each time you touch me, I am going to tell you a lie, and you will never know that it is such until you learn the hard way. If you behave, I will tell you the truth and you can get on your merry way… If you fight me, I WILL break you… And give you as a present to Nautilous. After all, I’ve made my living being a very, very bad man, Sydel, and I am very, Very good at it.”

(22:53:03 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
Is In or On The Grounds Of Duke Grey's Property
says to §Ċħŗį: .. oh that stung.. when he mentioned she was the wife who ran.. it stung because it was true.. she did run.. she fled when things got too personal.. when it all became a little too close.. she was a creature of habit.. she had done this before.. she had done this since she was of age.. never truly letting anyone in.. to see her.. only one person had seen her as she truly was.. everyone else just saw the shell.. the two of them.. her and Chris were really quite a like.. probably more than they both realised.. they both had public personas.. the ones that everyone else saw, witnessed and dealt with.. they both had walls horridly thick.. shells that were impenetrable .. they were in essence paying out a role, but their true selves were reserved for a small certain few.. she huffed when he spoke on her running about with his body.. - .. Call it.. security.. I didn’t ask him for it.. .. she shrugged her shoulders- .. People tend to offer me things.. it happens.. Often.. .. she would always and forever deny she was the reason he was gone.. He had killed her.. turn about was fair play.. her brows furrowed lightly when he started rambling on and on- .. What is it you want Chris? A medal?.... she blinked- .. lets wager on who knew who the longest shall we?.. What is the point?.. Oh so you knew him all of fourteen years and yet.. he never.. mentioned you.. short of telling me your name.. He Never said a word about you.. I only saw you.. glimpses of you now and then when I was around.. if you were so important.. why didn’t he tell me anything? Yet apparently confided in you quite a deal about me?.. I find that rather odd to say the least.. .. argh.. he again hit another nerve.. he was right.. she had no idea what she truly wanted.. if he was to ask her right now why she wanted to catch up with Nautilous.. would she truly have an answer to tell? Did she know why? Was it one of those deep down things that would only truly come to light when the situation presented itself.. or was she just bored.. looking for some attention.. some affection other than the run-o-the mill village lads that were a dime a dozen.. her hopes of sending him back down onto that grass were soon dashed as he landed with cat like grace into a crouching position.. reaching out for her.. landing a hold upon her thin ankle.. Oh and there it was.. oh it was so deep.. so dark, destructive.. hateful and wicked.. she did all she could to not groan outwardly.. those dead straight ivory locks soon sprung into tight adorable little curls.. she hadn’t felt that kind of poison in a very.. very long time.. during this moment of clarity however he managed to gain the upperhand.. again.. oh this was certainly not her day.. not at all.. and she landed harshly down upon her back.. the dewy grass wet.. cold against her lace lined body.. his weight upon her shoulder made her wriggle a little.. shifting.. or more so attempting to weasel her way out of his hold.. her gaze shot up as she looked to him there though her features at this point remained ..vacant.. feeling that rigid leather striking her cheek.. her lids clenched close .. her body jerked.. lips parted and a sweet cry sounded.. the string was incredibly electrifying.. white hot.. causing that perfectly pale flesh to redden considerably.. it would take a moment.. or two while she registered what had just occurred before she would look up to him once more.. lids half closed this time.. she caught onto that vicious almost feral smile.. that icy tone.. those dangerous eyes.. and all this coupled with that burning torment caused her breath to catch ..were it possible she was in awe of the fellow towering over her?.. that certainly couldn’t bode well.. an obsession quietly developing beneath the surface.. a desire.. a need to obtain that which currently seemed unobtainable.. a game indeed.. she recalled seeing Nautilous for the first time.. in that village Oh so very many years prior.. he was desired by so many yet only took those he wanted.. familiar territory.. perhaps there was a new player.. and a little concession had to be made to make sure this little sultry story continued.. but to turn face quickly would come across.. suspicious.. oh no.. she had to play her pieces.. just right.. she exhaled long and very slowly- ..and tell me .. she lifted her chin a little..feeling that leather sliding along her jawline- ..how am I to earn.. this information?

(00:00:05 M)
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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, I'm Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me YooHoo, And I Know You Too°
Is In or On The Grounds Of Duke Grey's Property
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Chris was a bastard to anyone who he decided was going to get the rougher side of him. Oh, he was all smooth silk when people were on their manners and generally being decent. But if someone pushed themselves inside what he felt was his territory, or outside of the regular boundaries of acceptance, and there was a whole world of hurt for that person. He would pluck at old wounds like a sadistic doctor, bloodletting the truth out of a person against their will regardless of their personal desires. Hell, after the first or second prod, people usually took the took from him and did the work for him. As it was, you were already revealing much more than you were realizing. Oh silly, silly blond, shame on you… You revealed so much, and so early in the game! Those eyes caught the tone, the shrug of her shoulders, the buffer words to make it as though it were something normal.*
”Oh my… You feel Guilty about it… People might give you presents and houses and gold and coins…but he was the only one who gave you freedom… My my! What an interesting development.”
*The second prod had hit well also. People who had something to hide, disliked people who talked a bit longer than others. It made them uncomfortable trying to think of what to say in return, resulting in their own long speeches, usually in some negative emotion and full of self-righteousness or self-defense, but it rarely every varied from those two modes of self-preservation. Those ice blue eyes were getting even colder as he had a bead on her, or at least close enough to shoot with fairly good accuracy. His words, lets see just how close they hit.*
”He didn’t tell me much at all, You’re telling me everything I need to know… You’re just a book to me right now. Such as when I tell you that he didn’t tell you anything about me because I asked him not to, you won’t think anything of it. If I tell you he chose not to tell you because he didn’t trust you? Ah, that sticks to a chink in the armor. Or even better, he didn’t tell you because you didn’t matter enough to know? Which of those is the truth? Which is the Lie? Will you pick the one that sooths your ego, or the one we both know is closer to the truth than you want to admit?”
*He felt like a fat kid in a candy store right now, given free pass to eat till he had a heart attack and died a happy little porker. Chris was sadistic, there was a reason he was a Dom and why he had picked someone who could adjust to the BDSM life with ease. Quinn was beautiful, intelligent, cheeky, and a goddess in the sack. Just the right amount of hesitation mixed with trust got him hot and hard in mere seconds. She responded so well in bed, why in the hell would he play with anything else? No matter how people might use it as a term of insult, he WAS human, but he knew damn good and well that green grass on the other side was nothing more than spray painted plastic. He’d tend to his own grass and keep it green rather than take the lazy way out. Still, had you come before Quinn, oh, what larks they could have had. He couldn’t love someone like Sydel, he didn’t have it in him to trust someone like that, let alone give them his heart. But for the pure sake of carnal pleasure? They would have melted building down to slag with the heat they could generate. That slice across the cheek was a warning, and any good little girl would have done as you did, settle right the hell down. This whip was the light one he used for horses, he had much, much worse in his little stash, along with toys that didn’t bear naming but all served a very pleasurable purpose. He let up the pressure of his boot, knowing with that cry alone she was very, very into it. Perhaps he should break her…or at least show Naut a thing or two about flipping this girls switches till she was nothing more than a pile of willing goo. Some women needed guided, some needed a gentle introduction, some needed alcohol to release inhibitions… Sydel didn’t want or needed any of that, she LIVED for this sort of thing. Well then, let’ play shall we? That vicious smile got bigger as he noticed the curled hair.*
”Aaaaaah…so that part really is true… Your hair does curl when you get close to something evil… I probably curled your toes just as bad… Kinky little thing that you are… I bet if I kept this up just a bit longer, you’d loose it right here on this grass…”
*He turned your head from one side to the other with that whip, not touching you with any other part of his body. When you asked how to barter, it was fairly simple really. He didn’t need anything, but he did want several things sorted out and with Quinn being pregnant and with how things had been, he wasn’t about to leave her alone for the world.*
”I have made a certain enemy…My self and my wife have become his target… You want to know how to get Nautious back? Find who ever wrote these, and give me all the information you can. I will know if you lie to me, Sydel… I know enough about him to tell when the information I am given is false… So, while you investigate… Let me give you a clue… Get back your Child… Athena still has her but she isn’t safe there anymore… Succeed, and I will give you another clue…Fail me… Well… You won’t want to know what will happen if you do.”
*He pushed the whip into your cheek and held it there, the leather end stabbing into your cheek.*
”And by the way… Don’t ever step foot on my property again. I won’t have my wife see you trying to get into my pants and cause her harm like that. We will meet at the Inn every Saturday at noon, and exchange information.”
*That whip was drawn back just enough to deal another stinging blow to the other side of her face, making the marks perfectly even. With a deep growl of command he spoke.*
”Get up, I think you know where you stand now.”

(00:35:12 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….
…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..
says to §Ċħŗį: .. he was enacting slap after slap after slap.. striking her with such ferocity.. and it was not with his hands.. not with the crop.. they were simply words.. telling her of her guilt.. indeed that could well have been true.. did she feel those pangs of guilt knowing there was no way around it.. she played a part in his disappearance..a thought.. a memory that circled her mind every so often.and the only way she could get rid of it was to either destroy something.. or fuck someone.. whichever she tended to come across first.. sometimes it was destroying Whilst fucking.. that was certainly good for clouding the overactive mind.. though if she were to be completely honest with herself.. even with all that destroying.. all that screwing around.. the torture.. the blood letting.. the cried out for mercy.. the begging.. the bone crumbling.. blood curdling fun.. she hadn’t been able to let go.. something was clutching at her.. something foreign that she was having terrible trouble deciphering.. and it was ruining her end game.. and then he hit her again.. Did Nautilous not tell her about Chris because he didn’t trust her? Or was it because she didn’t matter enough?.. Oh that tore a huge chunk out of her ego.. way to hit a girl when she’s down..her head remained slightly tilted back as she looked up to him.. watching him as he spewed forth such tripe.. she wouldn’t allow him to see the problems she was having with what was being said.. doing her damnest to wear that stern.. hard poker face.. lips were still.. breathing quite rhythmic ..though.. her body would soon betray her when she caught sight of that smile only growing further vicious ..so very violent.. so savage..those lips of hers parting just a touch wider.. an audible breath..though she quickly reigned that in.. she certainly had this one pegged all wrong.. only just now noticing he was indeed correct.. her hair had draw up from her shoulders.. curling tight in ringlets.. it had been some time since this occurred.. not having been close enough to anything even remotely evil.. badness lived everywhere.. you had your common thieves.. a murderer or two.. but this.. this was pure unadulterated evil.. her head moved with his crops guidance.... not against it.. turning from one side to the other.. those long coal coloured lashes lowered.. caressing the very tops of her cheeks.. she felt the pressure leave her shoulder.. the weight soon gone when he lifted his boot.. the fog was beginning to roll in.. to cloud her mind.. his voice.. that deep dark coated accent was still getting through.. just a little.. quieter.. she felt something land down upon her chest.. letters.. or so she figured.. so it was a mission.. an errand.. Oh joy.. this ought to be fun.. she suppressed the groan that was begging to flow forth.. she hated riddles and letters and things of that nature.. it meant horrible running around.. though when he mentioned Aysil she paused.. her lashes lifted and she looked back up to him.. lips parted.. she whispered the childs name.. not on purpose.. not directed to anyone really.. more so her thoughts spoken out loud.. she went to move.. to sit upward.. gathering he was done.. before she’d feel the whip pressed hard into the plumpness of her cheek.. stabbing into the red raw area.. her chest caved a little as exhaled a much longer deeper breath.. - .. consider it done.. .. was all she managed to utter.. a little forced.. a little mindless.. though the thought that she could ruffle a few feathers by arriving unannounced certainly peaked her interest.. if only a little.. her sharply pointed ears twitched when she heard that leather slicing through the air again.. before it came crashing down upon her opposite cheek.. oh good lord.. another cry.. this time semi muffled thanks to her teeth being upon her lower lip.. biting into the slick wet flesh..causing a nice growing spot of scarlet to trickle down her pale white chin.. her knees drew upward.. thighs pulled in together like vices.. tormenting little bastard.. she had to give him credit though.. it wasn’t taking him long at all to figure her out.. her breath hooked once more.. getting caught within her throat before she’d swiftly and with little effort pull herself back up onto her feet.. gathering up those letters given.. lingering a moment longer.. her ivory gaze upon him.. nothing was said however.. not a single word.. she tapped the thick envelopes against her lip.. before she’d turn.. and slowly make her way off the property.. back through that garden.. her cheeks were stinging like crazy.. that pain was fiercly hot.. and she looked like she was wearing whores rouge..a small painted doll.. who just needed something to make her forget.. for a little while at least-

(01:21:48 M)
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° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, I'm Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me YooHoo, And I Know You Too°
Is In or On The Grounds Of Duke Grey's Property
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *There was a thing about having a sexual kink, it pretty washed out over into your personal life no matter what a person tried to do. He himself was a born dom and it showed in his everyday life no matter what. He was in control of himself, and though he was not over bearing and tended to give people a long leash, he hd absolutely no problem snapping it and bringing people to heel in an instant. Sydel was rather the opposite in a way. She didn’t want to control, or be controlled, she wanted both and neither all at the same time and that made her easy to peg. Let her think she had some control while being skillfully mastered by a good dom and she would be putty in their hands because it was what she wanted. To make things even more so true, the fact that she got off on that type of pain, oh, she was most definitely a BDSM switch without a doubt. Perfectly happy in both roles but not wanting to be stuck to either one exclusively. Then again, Sydel didn’t want to be exclusive to anything but what she wanted to be. Of course, this was all conjecture from what he had seen and heard, but he was fairly confident in the bead he had drawn on her. If she did a good job and her information panned out properly and he managed to get another leg up on the mystery man…. If it all worked out as planned, he would give her a good night and one she wouldn’t forget. He would never cheat on Quinn, but he didn’t need to physically fuck Sydel to get her jollies off. A Few toys and some whips and chains and she would be good to go…Or if not that, at least some willing boy to substitute a cock. Either way, she would get a treat if she was a good girl… But that all depended on her, and what she managed to do. After all, he knew a lot better than most than to trust people. As soon as she got up and took those letters with her, watched her leave the property, he turned on his boot heel and began to make his way to the main house. He had such a bad hard on he thought he was going to break his zipper and these were his favorite pants. What he wanted more than anything right now was his wife, wet and willing and ready to go. He had been very tame with her, only bringing out some of the most gentle of toys, the mildest of what his world consisted of. Tonight he would upgrade her a bit ad see how she handled it. If it were anyone else buy Quinn, he wouldn’t take precautions or try to ensure his partner was comfortable. It was why he had such a bad reputation with the whores back in Brothers Grimm. He had brought out the spreader bar on one and had her chained to the ceiling for no more than five minutes when the woman began to weep hysterically. It had instantly put him off his mood. Quinn responded so well though, he was sure so long as he went with her slowly, introduced her to it, she would do amazingly. If not, as impossible as that seemed to him, he would keep it on the more gentle, vanilla side of it. She would be the only person he would ever adjust for… But that’s what love is sometimes… Loving someone meant you wanted them happy first and foremost.*

[BadInfluence]

(16:25:40 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh how much easier it would have been if Ace and Sydel had just stayed the hell out of his town, how much more peaceful it would have been. In all honesty he had thought Ace was the one messing with the weather lately since he knew from…personal experience that he could control storms. It would be just like Ace too, to mess with stuff like this just to spite him, knowing it would make more work for him to have to contend with. Sydel had brought back Nautilous with his help, and then those two were off killing and God knows what else, but at least they were cleaning up after themselves, or so he assumed. That mess at the shop though, that had taken some explaining, some slick foot work to keep the focus on the need for the city’s residents to begin to take over some of the empty buildings and start little businesses of their own. He was even offering loans at a reasonable interest rate to help jump start much of this. Again, her actions had forced him to become the public figure he was hating being. He didn’t enjoy the attention, he just wanted his simple life with Quinn, to take on what jobs he felt like performing and generally being unknown. No such luck now, and though he did his job very well, he was starting to feel like a damn lackey for those two rather than his own person. Just another thing that was sitting under his skin and festering like a putrid wound. He had left Sydel alone during this last what month now, giving her the chance to enjoy herself. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt the couple, knowing there was a lot to catch up on and he owed his friend at least that much. But this letter was rather the breaking point and he had summoned her. If this letter was even half true, which he suspected it was, he wasn’t sure if he should fuck her, or kill her. If it was right, her being here, the tinkering with Ace and that girl… She was the root of it all, and if she wasn’t careful she would send them All straight to hell and he wasn’t about to allow that white haired witch to fuck up his life. At the same time, the salvation of his family, his hopes and dreams for their future, also rested in her and that made it all the more irritating. His fist crushed that paper again, a vicious feral gnashing of his teeth as he paced the floor, his body vibrating with pent up frustrations that he no doubt would take out on her. He had to wait a bit longer than he thought was acceptable, but then again he hadn’t known where she was, no more than what she doing, watching as it were. If he had seen what she had, he had to admit that he would have laid her out on her back and fucked her senseless. He hadn’t touched Quinn in weeks, worried that he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he sunk into her sweet hot depths. He was large, overtly so and he could easily hurt her and badly, maybe even make her miscarry their children and he would be damned to hell if he would risk that. Let her hate him, let her run because he cheated on her, it was better than killing her or the babies. Sydel was right when she threatened him with that little prediction there, that he would come back to fuck her again and he hated her for it. He didn’t care about the damage he would do to her, he knew she could take it whereas Quinn would be a wreck if he tried. She was so delicate, so beautiful and sweet, she was everything he had ever wanted and more. He loved her so much, and because of that he hated himself even more for what he was. He wished he could be normal, a regular guy who wasn’t this….freak. He couldn’t stand the guilt, but at the same time he couldn’t run the risk. Be a loyal husband and go insane, or be a cheater and spare his wife and their children. It was a god damned mess and it just made him surlier, angrier at his situation he found himself in. When he heard the key turn in the grate, his hand fell to the whip at his side, not the quirt today, oh no nothing so simple as that. He had taken the carriage and because of that he was using the four in hand and the whip was much better suited to such a team. She came in then, wearing a peculiar little dress, a bit on the BDSM side which suited him juuuuust fine right now. He slid up behind her, silent on those booted feet. Before she could pinpoint his location, a loop of that whip was around her sweet white little neck, tight enough to serve as a warning for her not to move. His free hand came up to brush those ivory locks out of the way, watching them curl softly under his touch as he bared her neck. His lips, hot and firm, found that delicate expanse, kissing that spot beneath her ear before he bit her. His voice was a deep growl, part anger, part lust, and all animal, making that English accent sound all the more dangerous yet cultured.*”What I want, are answers and your pussy… I don’t care which one comes first, but I will have them both…”*The hand on the whip pulled back more, tightening the loop about her neck, enough to take her breath away before he gave it a bit of slack. He didn’t want to fuck an unconscious body, there was no fun in that after all. His free hand slid around to grab one of those straps and pull it down. One by one, he was sliding them over her breasts, down to rest beneath the swells there. When her breasts were free, his hand would slide up to grab them firmly, painfully almost, fingers digging into that plump sweet flesh enough to bruise.*”Do keep in mind Sydel, that I will not go easy on you… The time in the woods was nothing compared to what I will do to you tonight. I will send you home to my dear friend, bloodied, bruised, and sopping wet and loaded with cum… I might think about bringing you some kind of pleasure through the act if you start answering my questions truthfully… If you lie, I will beat you within an inch of your life.”



(17:51:21 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..the inside of that room was extrodinarily dark really.. the only view she got of it was when the door was slightly opened.. it gave her vision of.. a bed perhaps? A small table.. a cupboard.. nothing out of the ordinary for a room in this type of establishment.. she did however notice as she wandered down that hallway that the rooms on either side of this one were.. vacant.. the door was soon closed behind her.. sharply pointed ears would try in earnest to soak up any and all sounds around her.. she knew he had to be there somewhere.. he had afterall called her half way across town to be here.. surely he wouldn’t have just up and changed his mind.. slender perfectly pale fingers flexed and curled.. her vacant ivory gaze shifted.. adjusting to the lack of lighting.. she was beginning to make out the shapes of the furniture before she felt that length of leather caressing about the swanlike curves of her throat.. she took in an audible breath.. her body stiffened a little.. her posture seemingly correcting itself as if it were perhaps an immediate response to such a dominating act.. her lips parted.. the tip of her tongue did well to slide across her lower.. causing that supple sweet flesh to glisten.. she went to turn her head.. to try and make out just where he was.. though the hold about her throat only tightened when she attempted it.. so she remained still.. arms dangling just lightly at her sides.. her breath could continue to catch.. to hitch there within her throat everytime he tightened and loosened that belt.. her heart had picked up after having seized there within her chest.. So this is how he was going to play it then? She Knew he would do this.. she Knew he wouldn’t be able to deny that which was within him.. deep down in only the darkest recesses of her mind.. a wicked little smile had since curled about her lips.. Oh she was enjoying this.. though the moment his hot lips collided with her neck.. well she couldn’t hold back that whimper.. for as much as he had left her alone.. to be with Nautilous.. it didn’t really eventuate.. what with everything else that had been happening.. they had slept together.. the once.. and that was abysmal compared to how they were usually when they were together.. the pair of them were a little.. out of touch.. so this attention .. well this was just making her quiver..and then of course that accent.. well who could deny that.. not a single soul.. her tongue clucked against the roof of her mouth when he told her what he was after.. that slick little slit of hers.. and some answers.. and he didn’t care which one came first.. as long as he got what he wanted.. and in the state she was in she wasn’t about to deny him anything.. her body arched when he pulled that belt once more.. she stiffened.. he tugged upon that belted dress.. the leather sliding down.. dragging against her skin before it released the almost strangle hold it had upon her breasts.. the pair of them springing from their confines.. her head dipped back.. no sound would come from her.. but her lips were parted…it would take her a moment.. perhaps two before she would be able to summon the words forward.. before she would be able to speak..yet her voice would come soon enough.. sultry.. smooth.. soft - .. well now.. hello to you too.. .. she murmured.. - .. if you want answers.. you need to ask the questions.. .. a whimper surfaced..a hitched breath following as he grabbed at her breasts ..bruising the supple alabaster skin- .. You’l get whatever answers you desire.. if you ask.. what reason do I have to lie.. .. she exhaled long and slow.. turning her head then.. to try and catch sight of him.. she was quite curious as to just what he wanted so desperately .. why he called her all the way here.. and just what had gotten him in such a dark dark mood.. not that she was complaining.. the visual he just gave her.. of not taking it easy on her.. that what had occurred within the forest was simply a precursor to what was about to happen.. she had the strength and she was using it to stop her knees from buckling.. - .. though.. a good old fashioned beating certainly has its merits.. ..light laughter sounded-



(22:03:00 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *The room was really quite typical for this sort of place, indeed, it was one of the cheaper rooms. He had no reason to spend the extra gold to get a bigger room with nicer furnishings, if anything he was glad for the cheapness of them right now. He didn’t think most of them would survive unscathed, and the last thing he wanted to do was replace a whole room of furniture that would be priced at more than it was worth. All that mattered was that the rooms around it were empty, there was a bed, and that no one was to disturb them under any condition or there would be hell to pay. He didn’t want to be interrupted, and he had even gone so far as to have the room be completely sound proof with a magical ward so that anything going on inside here, wouldn’t be heard outside these four walls. Was he taking precautions? Of course he was, he was ever cautious, always hedging the bets in his favor versus leaving anything to chance. It was why he was so damn well off and respected here, despite the reputation he had gotten in Marrowthorne. His past was forgotten or forgiven, he couldn’t quite say which one was first but it didn’t matter. He was well respected, liked by the people for his works of humanity. It was rather funny because the only three people in the world who knew what he was truly like, were all people who were just barely allowed in on the fringes of polite society and even then, kept within a ten foot radius of anyone with a good head on their shoulders. Honestly, it was almost laughable really, the fact that he was quite the wolf in sheep’s clothing. His disguise was just a bit better than the others, being human as he was definitely hadn’t hurt the disguise either. If the city knew what he was capable of though, he would be right there with the rest of them, down in the dark of shunned society. Hell, half of him was tempted to do it but it wasn’t just for him that things had to be done. Quinn had a right to society and all it had to offer her, and he had a child on the way who would need the security a good family and reputation could give them. It was why he kept things like this, this other side of his life quite separate from the other part of him. The two never crossed, never merged, and though it took a toll on him, it was worth it for all he had to gain, for those he cared about. Such meetings as this were…needed, sadly. It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt Quinn, but it was the simple fact that he had to do these things to stay sane. If he didn’t get them out he would eventually break and take it out on Quinn and in all honesty, he doubted she would survive. Mentally or physically, he would destroy her and she wouldn’t be the same woman he fell in love with. As Sydel came in and tossed that cape off, it had been too easy to slip behind her and wrap that whip about her throat like so much silk. He had told her what he wanted from her, what he demanded if she wanted to keep her skin on her bones that is. He laughed softly at her responses, shaking his head as she made it far too easy for him. She didn’t bother to try and fight back, she wanted him and his abuse, the way he would beat her and use her as he wanted. He knew that put simply she loved it, it got her rocks off being abused and tortured, it got her high. It suited him well enough though, she wanted what he needed to dole out, and because of that it was a very beneficial arrangement for them both. He knew he was running a gauntlet with her though, each time he caved in, he ran the risk of getting her pregnant and destroying his whole little world he had created for himself. Be damned if during the heat of the moment he didn’t care, the risk, that rush… It was part of the damned attraction, that primal need to spread his seed, his genetics.*”Well, now you decide to be civil? How amusing, because all I want from you is that dirty little slut puppet I had in the woods. She was a great fuck, loved everything I did to her, cumming on my cock like a cheap whore. If you can bring her back, we’ll have a grand old time ripping this pretty little body to pieces.” *His hand had found those supple tits, gripping them fiercely, doing well to create those finger shaped bruises, making her arch against him.*”Oh I know I will… I don’t give a fuck what you do when your away from me, but like it or not, you know deep down you crave this as much as I do… A couple of adulterous bastards fucking around on their spouses. There’s always that rush, isn’t there? Knowing each time we do this, we run the risk of getting quite thoroughly caught and loosing our partners… Still it doesn’t stop us. Now… how about we start with the first question, hmm? What the HELL were you thinking in that little storefront hmm? I recall telling you Very specifically what was expected, and you going about destroying property and nearly killing two people was NOT part of the agreement we had. For this, you know you are going to be punished.”*He caught her trying to turn her head and his fist immediately left her tits to fist in her hair and yank her head back savagely, enough to make her scream as he leaned in and bit down hard on that pointed little ear. The hand on that whip tightened the grip there, causing it to constrict quite a bit, cutting off the blood supply for a good twenty seconds, enough to make the world darken a bit for her before he released it. He removed his teeth from her ear tip, seeing the bloody bite mark there on that lily white skin. He released his grip on her hair, pushed her head forward making her arch against that leather noose about her neck.*”Oh believe me Sydel, I will beat you. Whether or not you enjoy it, now that depends on your reactions. I wasn’t joking about when I said I am planning on sending your happy ass marching home to Nautilous with so much of my jizz packed up in your pussy and ass that you’ll smell like me for weeks. I don’t care if I get your pregnant honestly, I’d rather enjoy watching that son of a bitch watch you grow knowing I knocked up his precious little prize mare.



(05:42:33 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..she groaned a little- .. Civil?.... in response to him questioning her reaction to his somewhat abrubt approach- .. That would mean I was courteous.. and polite.. .. she chewed upon the grin that was playing about those wicked little features.. shaking her head.. well as best she could with that belt so tightly wound about her thin throat- .. I don’t have a polite bone in my body.. You of all people know this.. .. she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.. he wanted the whore.. the dirty little submissive slut that he managed to procure in those deep darkened woods.. He had the power in his veins for that.. so if he wanted it that badly.. surely he was smart enough to know what to do next.. she grit her teeth down when he handled her breasts so very roughly.. his large hands gripping.. tugging.. holding with such an unnatural strength.. that supremely soft.. pliable pale skin would bruise easily.. she’d have almost perfect handprints there if he kept that up.. - .. Oh but see you DO give a fuck what I do when I am away from you.. this is quite clear.. .. she hissed as that grip tightened…her body stiffening.. arching her chest outward.. he was causing an ache to develop.. a sting that wouldn’t be so easily sated..- . You do care.. .. she fluttered her lashes at him.. mocking him just a touch- ..If you didn’t care.. You wouldn’t be asking me What I was doing in that shop.. or What I was doing at that wharf.. You care because of what it could do to Your image.. .. without warning he yanked her head back on that rather awkward angle.. tearing into her ivory curls.. she cried out.. her lids clenched closed ..a shuddered breath found its way out of those supple soft lips of hers.. her chest rose and fell a little more rapidly.. - .. yes.. .. she swallowed.. her voice softening.. turning to little more than a ..dainty whisper.. her lids half opened.. long dark lashes almost concealing those pure white orbs.. but he would have been able to tell she was peering in his direction.. even from her.. slightly upside down point of view- ..yes.. I do.. .. you’re right.. .. she swallowed again..- .. I do crave it.. I have since .. she took a sudden breath.. finding it a little hard still.. he had quite a hold upon her throat and even though it wasn’t enormously restricting.. it was enough to make her a little further short of breath than she would be normally- ..the rush is terribly hard to deny.. .. her lids closed over completely.. her arms rose as she went to grab that that belt about her throat.. her nails trying to inch their way between her skin and the leather.. perhaps in effort to give her a little more..leeway ..- .. That was a .. .. she took another breath.. her brows furrowing- .. that was not all my doing.. no.. I.. ugh.. .. she frowned.. it was a long story.. it really was.. and she wasn’t sure a condensed version even existed.. - .. I know Ace.. and I hadn’t realised it.. I have known him for years.. and to put it bluntly he is a cocksucking bastard of a whore.. . she exhaled through gritted down teeth.. a shrill cry sounded when he bit down hard on the point of her ear.. the attack on those precious nerve endings there nearly made her knees buckle.. she visibly shuddered- .. I found out he was in love.. with this woman.. or liked.. her.. or.. whatever.. I don’t know.. I don’t frankly care.. but I knew the best way to make him surface was to go after her.. so I did.. I cornered her in that shop front.. a few choice words were.. exchanged.. before he inevitably turned up.. sure.. bad decision on my part to choose that shop front as my battle ground.. but it was the only opportunity I had so I Fucking well took it.. .. she growled.. he tugged then on the belt.. tightening it considerably about her throat.. the hand that was upon the belt grabbed at it.. whilst her free hand collided with his thigh.. her nails.. those deadly sharpened points dug in through the fabric of his slacks.. leaving deep crescent shaped marks upon his skin.. she started feeling quite light headed.. foggy.. her breath kept catching.. to be truthful.. twenty seconds is quite a large length of time to have ones air supply almost completely cut off.. her lids fluttered back.. her shoulders sunk.. she was that close to passing out before he released it and she was able to take in such a loud gasped breath.. coughing.. spluttering a little.. - ..For Fucks Sake Chris.. .. she groaned.. he finally released her hair.. giving her a quick shove forward.. making her tug against that binding.. feeling its buckle at her throat.. she swallowed.. taking in another breath.. and then another quickly following it to compensate - ..I shattered his ribs.. his fingers.. I bruised every god damn inch of his body before we were interrupted…by Nautilous’s son.. Dravanos.. .. her head dipped forward a little..- .. I.. .she took in another long breath- .. I don’t know if you know.. Nautilous has probably told you?.. .. she couldn’t be sure what Nautilous had said to him.. afterall they seemed to be best mates at one time.. though.. she was beginning to question just what had happened recently.. just why the sudden change in ..opinion?.. why did he dislike him now?.. - .. I have yet to not enjoy a good beating.. want to be my first?..



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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He couldn’t help laughing just a bit, a wee chuckle at her question there. She couldn’t be truly civil or decent if someone paid her to be so. She was simply what she was, a female who responded with more instincts than intelligence. Not that she was stupid mind you, in truth she was a cunning little thing, but she often forgot to think things through. It was why she was in this…little position as it were. He had to wonder though if the reason she always came so willingly was because of the fact they were too damn well suited to each other. The difference between them was the simple fact that He had something to loose, something worth fighting for, where as she had nothing to hold her anywhere. Ah, what a knotted up mess this whole thing was, but for some reason it was the only damn thing that got rid of his itch, gave him the buffer he so needed to keep from losing it all. She had been right, without a doubt, he would need her. On the other hand though, it was a bit apparent that she needed him just as much. His voice was low as he spoke, barely more than a husky growl that danced on the razor blade edge between lust and rage.*”You don’t have a single damned redeeming feature, not a one. You wouldn’t know what a moral was if it came up and bit you on the ass, but that works just fine for me… Someone with a conscience wouldn’t be such a wonderful fuck honestly… We’re the same in that, at least… We care little and less about our partners, we just want one thing… Pleasure… “*His hand would leave her breasts at that one word, bringing his hand down to deliver a stinging slap to the top of her tits, fingers colliding solidly with those nipples, watching them rouche up beneath the abuse. His hands were back there, gripping and squeezing, occasionally taking a nipple between his fingers, pinching them, rolling them between those long digits before pulling on them fiercely, putting all the weight of those lovely tits on that delicate flesh he pulled taught before releasing it to watch those globular bits of flesh bounce. Those icy blue eyes shifted from watching her breasts to look over at her at her words. Did he care, really?? That was an interesting question there now wasn’t it? In about 99% of his life, he didn’t give two wits about her honestly, she was simply a tool to be used, no more, no less. But that 1%... Craved her like the opium he had once been such a slave to. In that sliver of his life, he wanted her with a fierce, hot passion that if she were to know of it she could all too easily use it against him. He kept it under a tight lock and key though, choosing to let her think she was just a fuck to ease the edge off when he needed it, rather than a dangerous addiction he was finding himself unable to quit quite as easily as he had first thought.*”Oh aren’t you precious, thinking I give to fucks in space about you… Honestly, if I found you dead in a ditch I wouldn’t give a tinkers damn… You are a god damned nuisance, a spoiled child who loves thwarting the rules and throws temper tantrums when she had to clean up after herself. The only part I care about right now is your pussy, clean and simple.”*It was then that he had yanked back so viciously on those snowy locks, relishing her cry before releasing her hair, pushing her forward into that whip all the harder. When she admitted she craved it too, she was rewarded with a husky chuckle by her ear, his lips so close to that delicate little nerve ridden flesh each word was a caress of his lips.*”I won’t lie… I enjoy it too… You do know… If Nautilous ever finds out about this, he’ll kill us both… He tolerates you fucking around with the random joe…aaah but fucking his best mate? Knowing it’s my cock you crave? I’ve had your pussy before he did, I was the one who buried my cock up into your fucking womb and loaded you up with all that jizz and you loved it. Every. Single. Second… Aaah, what a rage he would be in to know his sweet, beloved little wife and his best friend were fucking behind his back… God, you know I hope I knocked you up at that tree, Lord knows I pumped you full enough with my cum to run a good chance at it… I am going to laugh and laugh and laugh if you are, and Nautilous will have another wife who is bearing everyone else’s children but his…”*At her words, his brow rose just slightly, easily missed in that dark room. She knew him? And from the sound of it, that right there was a woman scorned a bit… Or if not scorned, definitely one who wanted revenge. He had bitten her ear then, tearing into that delicate flesh before he had released it, licking the blood from his lips and a greedy flick of his tongue.*”You have GOT to be kidding me… You loved Ace… Deny it all you want, it’s crystal clear that you did…. After all, if you didn’t my slutty little puppet, you wouldn’t have said all you did… Especially in the way you did… You tell me you don’t care that he loves that little blond? What a lie… If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have nearly killed her there in that shop along with Ace. Ohhh this is too good… Get nice and angry for me, rage at me about the unfairness of it all, it will make your pussy all the tighter for it…”*He was laughing at her, his richly timbered voice ringing out as he tightened that whip about her throat and nearly making her black out. His wonderful little fuck puppet was more of a woman than she wanted to admit, prone to all the same vices of the female world. It explained almost everything in that shop to perfection, everything but that one missing piece, the one who’s magic made him want to puke. He released that whip then, giving her the slack she needed. He didn’t care if she passed out, he rather enjoyed the idea of positioning that unconscious body somewhere and lifting those skirts to reveal her slit. He would wait for her to start to come around, just gain consciousness before impaling her on his cock. Her reaction would be utterly priceless… He would perhaps save that for another time though, he wasn’t quite done with her yet.*”Nooo Sydel, I haven’t started to fuck you yet, but soon though, have a little patience…”*He had pushed her against that binding again before she continued speaking. Nautilous’s son?? Impossible, they were all dead and gone for years and years now. At the same time though, it one had managed to survive what ever killed the others…well… That wasn’t good… Nauts offspring were all pretty much insane like their father was. It didn’t bode well. It would explain the smell at that store, the things that didn’t belong in this world. It might also explain that letter… He was still raging at Nautilous for his betrayal of their friendship, and he was using Sydel in revenge to strike back. A wife for a wife, as it were… Looking back at her, he tilted his head just a shade.*”How about you go bend over that table there and stick your ass in the air for me and we’ll see.”



(07:32:21 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..I don’t have time for a conscience.. .. she murmured when he mentioned someone with one not being able to be such a wonderful fuck.. she honestly didn’t have time for it.. and had certainly grown to enjoy not having one.. it meant she could dive into things without fear..she could hurt, kill, maim, embarrass, shock and humiliate anyone.. and feel nothing other than the satisfaction of a job well done.. - .. well.. I’d be mad not to agree with you.. .. her response whn he spoke on how similar they were in that regard.. how they cared so little for their respective partners when it came to the raw animalistic pleasure that was on offer.. up until this stage she still hadn’t seen him.. he was remaining either to the side of her.. or just behind her.. the slap though.. that made her cry out.. her body arch.. stiffen.. her thighs all but fused together as she drew them in ever so tightly.. her brows furrowed.. she whined and hissed through then gritted down teeth.. the sting.. the ache that quickly followed it was simply divine.. her lips parted as she drew in a sharper breath.. those tiny dusky pink nipples had hardened considerably in response to his assault.. his fingers.. his thumb.. the twisting.. the tugging.. the yanking back and releasing.. it was a constant barrage of attack upon her petite frame.. - .. Oh I never said you cared about me.. I’m not so naive .. though I find it interesting that you chose to Hear it that way.. .. she bit down upon the grin there.. quite devlish indeed.. - .. I said you cared about where I was.. because of what trouble it would cause you.. in your every day life.. if you for one second think I give a flying fuck about you.. You mister are mistaken.. .. she curled her toes there within her boots.. her knees lightly rubbed together as she kept those thighs tightly drawn.. squeezing the supple creamy white flesh in the process.. she exhaled another shattered breath..her heart was throbbing so badly within her chest.. she was sure he would have been able to hear it.. afterall it was so loud within her own mind.. just how much Did she give a damn? When it came to him?.. was she correct in her wording that.. she didn’t give one single iota of a thought.. or was it perhaps a little more than that?.. What made her drop everything when she received that note? What made her follow its directions and come here?.. once upon a time the reasoning was because of Nautilous.. she needed his help.. she needed him to help her get her lover.. her husband back to the land of the living.. and such an act was performed and Nautilous was there.. done deal.. close that chapter.. but she hadn’t.. why? ..she listened to him when he spoke about her husband.. about how Nautilous would kill them both.. of this she was indeed quite certain.. she didn’t know a great deal about the relationship between Nautilous and Chris.. she’d only been privy to some conversations here and there.. so she could only really go on what she was told.. she wasn’t even sure if Nautilous had been in contact with Chris since he had returned.. the talk of pregnancy though caused her brow to rise.. - .. for you’re sake you had better hope I am Not pregnant.. I don’t take well to pregnancy.. I Hate it.. and I hate children.. it wouldn’t survive long.. I’ll give you that much.. ..she heard his laughter then in response to her words about Ace.. fuck.. she groaned.. was it really as obvious as that? Sure.. she may have once.. but that was before she was for lack of a better term.. changed.. - .. No! .. she snapped.. her body stiffened as she screwed up that pretty little face of hers.. it was quite a feat really to be angry when your air supply was slowly being cut off.. her breath continued to hitch.. to catch.. causing her pitch to change every so often.. -.. I did not.. I have not.. and It.. Just.. .. she groaned.. her knees failed her and she stumbled a little as he cut off that oxygen supply once more.. this time letting it go on for that little bit longer than before.. she groaned.. her hands rose once more to grip at that leather belt.. to tug upon the buckle as it scratched against her throat.. - .. Fuck You.. .. she growled.. her head lulled a little forward.. she drank in as much breath as she could.. by this stage her hair had drawn up into only the most precious of tight ringlets.. the darkness coming from him feeding her.. pushing her that little bit closer.. she couldn’t even see a table.. just where was she supposed to be heading in the dark.. her tongue slid along her lower lip.. causing the painted flesh to glisten.. to sparkle.. if he had released the hold upon the belt.. giving her a chance to move she would have.. slowly.. but surely.. a sultry little saunter.. afterall it was the only walk she knew.. she’d stop there nearer to the table.. reaching to press her fingers upon the top of those lengths of leather.. the ones that strangled her frame.. that held her ever so tightly.. and she’d loosen it.. sliding it down as.. revealing that narrow waist.. those small rounded hips.. her back remained to him at this point.. so he’d gain quite a view of that perfect little ass as she bent at the middle to make sure the outfit hit the floor and was slid to the side.. she wore nothing beneath it.. not a single skerrick of clothing..straightening out.. in one slow cat like move.. the paleness of her thighs.. her legs could be easily seen in the dim lighting.. her hands felt across the smooth wooden table.. - .. was that all you wanted to know?.... she murmured.. tiny slippered feet rested upon the floor though they would soon shift to place her on her toes as she leant over that table as instructed.. those thighs of hers however remained tightly drawn together-





(08:38:10 )

§Ċħŗįş§



°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He couldn’t help the next set of laughter her words had caused him to release, those ice blue eyes never warming up despite it though. How much of it was real humor, and how much of it was an act? In truth, how much of any of this was real? Was he playing a game with her, setting the tempo and the tune to get her to do what he wanted? He was a cold blooded sociopath after all, and people were just tools to be used when he had a need, no more, no less. Quinn was the one exception, the one person in all existence who could hold any real meaning for him. Everyone else was just a toy to fit a mood, a style of play.*”But you are quite mad my little puppet, after all, you came here knowing very well that I could, in fact, kill you… You know I wouldn’t hesitate to do it too… But still you come… Of course, it would be hard for you to resist me and what I have to offer, after all, you certainly enjoyed yourself last time.”*He continued to play with those beautiful tits of hers, not too big or too small, just overflowing his hands with his fingers spread. He did love her tits, he had to admit, that pale skin and pastel pink nipples looked so very naughty against his own tanned hands. They were just the right size too, enough to give him ample playability and flex. He was already starting to see faint bruises showing up on her skin, making him grin viciously in satisfaction. By the time he was done with her tonight she would look like she had been viciously raped by a dozen men and probably about as gaped out cunt wise. He was after all, incredibly well-endowed to the point of being impossible for most women to handle. Hell, even with Quinn he had to make her cum at least once before settling her on it, and even then, at her pace and always going incredibly slow so he didn’t tear and bleed her. Sydel would get no such tender treatment, especially not tonight. She was the sacrificial lamb, and she would take all of his rage at the situation he found himself in without any control or choice in the outcome. Her words made that smile spread though those eyes of his had shifted consiterably. He had been irritated, pissed earlier, but now he was down right seething. They just got colder and colder until the very air seemed as though it would freeze though his voice was still that primal yet proper English drawl.*”Now now, I thought you said you had no reason to lie… You do give a fuck, deny it all you want my little puppet, you care quite a bit about me… You always jump at my call and come running to me, you follow every instruction, you even do things you hate like cleaning up after yourself because I told you to… Just admit it Sydel… you want to be mine… Exclusively so… After all, if you were getting what you wanted, what you needed from Naut…then why would you be here, right now? Why would your tits be swelling with lust, your nipples growing hard and pert as I slap them? Most of all…”*He would pull in closer, pulling her flush against his groin where she couldn’t help but feel that monstrous huge cock straining against his pants. A not so subtle reminder that he was the biggest she had ever had, and just what she was going to be taking into herself when he got around to it. His lips would press against that bloodied little ear, his tongue flicking out to draw up the sluggish little beads forming there, whispering against the delicate shell.*”Why are you so fucking wet that I can smell your pussy juices dripping down your cunny lips?”*That hand which had been working those tits with a vicious, mind jarring brutality that never the less brought her no end of pleasure dipped down to part those leather straps of her dress to reach for her pussy. He didn’t slide those long fingers up her folds, nor dip inside her to sooth the ache growing between those fused thighs. Oh no, instead his hand drew back and he slapped her mons and fused thighs hard, those long fingers like miniature whips in a way, hitting hard enough to welt. It was then he had talked about getting her pregnant, watching that brow rise, her words about it. Oh, was that how it was? How amusing… He would suddenly slide his middle finger between her thighs, up into her slitted folds to violently brush against her clit with the sudden impact of a bullet. His voice shifted then, taking on a darker, sexier tone, stroking her senses, drugging her. That hand would then leave her slit and move to his lips where he would suck off her sweet pussy fluid before biting those viciously sharp canines down into his own flesh. He hit a vein in that middle finger and the blood gushed forth. He ran it along her lips before forcing his fingers in, pulling down on her jaw, forcing it open and making her take in that blood, knowing damn good and well what it did to her. He would make her swallow too before he would pull his fingers out of her mouth and return them to her clit, pressing those bloodied digits against her core, letting that blood work it’s magic and making every single inch of her pussy outrageously sensitive.*”Oh no, I am actually looking forward to getting you pregnant if I haven’t already… I don’t care if you like them or not, I’ll tie you up to a god damned bed somewhere and make you carry my child to term. I can’t imagine how tight you’ll become the bigger you get, how good your pussy will feel around my cock as you swear bloody murder on me while I fuck you to the point you beg me for it. We’d have beautiful children too you know, like dark twisted little candy canes… Why, with how much cum I’m going to pump into you tonight my little fuck puppet, you WILL be pregnant by the time I am done with you or I swear I will keep you here till you are… I want my fucking revenge and if I have to rape you to get it, I will. I am not a man, I am a beast after all, and I am not above raping you over and over again to get my desires fulfilled.”*He couldn’t help laughing still when he vehemently denied that she had ever loved Ace, oh what a sweet little denial that was! It was far too quick, to violent to be true. She had loved him, and a lot too if he was any judge. The amount of hate she had for him, combined with how she chose to word things made it all to clear that not only had she loved him once… but she still did. No wonder she had tried to kill Trinity, killed one of Ace’s children inside that woman… No matter what she might say or do, no matter how she might deny it… Sydel was still in love with Ace, even if it was only a shadow of what it had been before, it was still there. In her hatred, in her revenge, her desire to kill him, it was clear as day.



(08:38:34 )

§Ċħŗįş§



°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: To prove his point, he had tightened that whip again, loving this game, keeping her constantly off balance there, making her whole body scream out and become all the more sensitive from it. It would only be a matter of time before that blood of his would take effect and he would truly begin to do what he was going to do to her. Her cursing him only made him want her all the more though, it was making his cock buck and surge against those leather slacks, dribbling precum down his shaft, sticking to his pants.*”Nooooo, you see, I FUCK You…not the other way around…*He had indeed released the leather whip about her throat, drawing it away from that bruised, red, angry skin as she sauntered over to that large table in the middle of the room, just slightly visible in the darkness. He came up behind her on those silent feet once more, and within a few moments she could feel rough cotton being tied about her wrists and upper arms. It would seem loose at first, but in a moment it would be all too apparent that he had other things in mind. With a yank of that cotton, she would find herself being pinned to that table, arms spread out to the sides as she was made to straddle that table. The wood was rough, cheap, would easily splinter and abrade her breasts like so much sand paper, and that was the point. She had perhaps just enough room to lift her upper body just high enough so that only her nipples would touch the table, but no more than that. He had tied the end of that cheap cotton rope to one of the legs of the table, with plenty more to spare. When her legs were drawn closed though, well now, that wouldn’t suit. He flicked his wrist, the sharp whistle of the whip cutting air sounded right next to her ear, close enough to make her flinch.*”Spread your fucking legs puppet, I want your cunt and ass opened up for me.”*If she didn’t he would send that whip out across the under swells of her ass, into that superfine and delicate skin, slicing it open in one smooth motion. He would continue to whip her until she did spread her legs for him.. If she did spread them for him at his command, he would come up behind her once again and tie her at the ankle and knees to that tables legs. She was now completely open, utterly vulnerable with that pussy bared to the cool air of the room. He would stand behind her then, and she could hear quite clearly there in the room the sound of his button being undone and his zipper slowly being slid down. He would then press the head of his cock against her pussy opening, so thick and wide that it easily covered her whole pussy, hiding it from view. He began to slide in, just a centimeter or two, just enough to stretch her without giving her that feeling of fullness, only the torture of knowing it was there but unable to enjoy it.*”No, that is not all I wanted to know… Who the fuck is Khorn…and why am I being told that Nautilous made a deal with him for MY child? I have been told if I do not give my child to Nautilous, that Quinn will be killed and given to Khorn as a bride, what ever the fuck that is… Tell me, what do you know about any of this?”*He leaned in a little bit more, about a fourth of his head was pressed into her cunt now, stretching her a bit more but still denying her any pleasure. God she was so fucking hot, so tight, so wet… His cock bucked inside her, sliding out to slap against her now outrageously sensitive clit.. He leaned down against her, his hand lashing out against that ass to welt, to bruise, that deep, solid hit with the cupped hand that went bone deep. His voice was by her ear again, that still bleeding finger held just in front of her lips.*”Do you want me to fuck you Sydel?... If you want me to burry this huge, hot cock inside you, you need to give me a few things first… I want you to beg for my blood, right here, right now… I want you to latch onto that finger anf such on it like it’s your own personal mini-cock… I want you to beg me for it… If you fail to do what I want, I will leave you here, tied to this table while I torture you until you sing a sweeter tune… Which is it my little puppet?”

[BadInfluence]

(16:25:40 )

§Ċħŗįş§



°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh how much easier it would have been if Ace and Sydel had just stayed the hell out of his town, how much more peaceful it would have been. In all honesty he had thought Ace was the one messing with the weather lately since he knew from…personal experience that he could control storms. It would be just like Ace too, to mess with stuff like this just to spite him, knowing it would make more work for him to have to contend with. Sydel had brought back Nautilous with his help, and then those two were off killing and God knows what else, but at least they were cleaning up after themselves, or so he assumed. That mess at the shop though, that had taken some explaining, some slick foot work to keep the focus on the need for the city’s residents to begin to take over some of the empty buildings and start little businesses of their own. He was even offering loans at a reasonable interest rate to help jump start much of this. Again, her actions had forced him to become the public figure he was hating being. He didn’t enjoy the attention, he just wanted his simple life with Quinn, to take on what jobs he felt like performing and generally being unknown. No such luck now, and though he did his job very well, he was starting to feel like a damn lackey for those two rather than his own person. Just another thing that was sitting under his skin and festering like a putrid wound. He had left Sydel alone during this last what month now, giving her the chance to enjoy herself. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt the couple, knowing there was a lot to catch up on and he owed his friend at least that much. But this letter was rather the breaking point and he had summoned her. If this letter was even half true, which he suspected it was, he wasn’t sure if he should fuck her, or kill her. If it was right, her being here, the tinkering with Ace and that girl… She was the root of it all, and if she wasn’t careful she would send them All straight to hell and he wasn’t about to allow that white haired witch to fuck up his life. At the same time, the salvation of his family, his hopes and dreams for their future, also rested in her and that made it all the more irritating. His fist crushed that paper again, a vicious feral gnashing of his teeth as he paced the floor, his body vibrating with pent up frustrations that he no doubt would take out on her. He had to wait a bit longer than he thought was acceptable, but then again he hadn’t known where she was, no more than what she doing, watching as it were. If he had seen what she had, he had to admit that he would have laid her out on her back and fucked her senseless. He hadn’t touched Quinn in weeks, worried that he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he sunk into her sweet hot depths. He was large, overtly so and he could easily hurt her and badly, maybe even make her miscarry their children and he would be damned to hell if he would risk that. Let her hate him, let her run because he cheated on her, it was better than killing her or the babies. Sydel was right when she threatened him with that little prediction there, that he would come back to fuck her again and he hated her for it. He didn’t care about the damage he would do to her, he knew she could take it whereas Quinn would be a wreck if he tried. She was so delicate, so beautiful and sweet, she was everything he had ever wanted and more. He loved her so much, and because of that he hated himself even more for what he was. He wished he could be normal, a regular guy who wasn’t this….freak. He couldn’t stand the guilt, but at the same time he couldn’t run the risk. Be a loyal husband and go insane, or be a cheater and spare his wife and their children. It was a god damned mess and it just made him surlier, angrier at his situation he found himself in. When he heard the key turn in the grate, his hand fell to the whip at his side, not the quirt today, oh no nothing so simple as that. He had taken the carriage and because of that he was using the four in hand and the whip was much better suited to such a team. She came in then, wearing a peculiar little dress, a bit on the BDSM side which suited him juuuuust fine right now. He slid up behind her, silent on those booted feet. Before she could pinpoint his location, a loop of that whip was around her sweet white little neck, tight enough to serve as a warning for her not to move. His free hand came up to brush those ivory locks out of the way, watching them curl softly under his touch as he bared her neck. His lips, hot and firm, found that delicate expanse, kissing that spot beneath her ear before he bit her. His voice was a deep growl, part anger, part lust, and all animal, making that English accent sound all the more dangerous yet cultured.*”What I want, are answers and your pussy… I don’t care which one comes first, but I will have them both…”*The hand on the whip pulled back more, tightening the loop about her neck, enough to take her breath away before he gave it a bit of slack. He didn’t want to fuck an unconscious body, there was no fun in that after all. His free hand slid around to grab one of those straps and pull it down. One by one, he was sliding them over her breasts, down to rest beneath the swells there. When her breasts were free, his hand would slide up to grab them firmly, painfully almost, fingers digging into that plump sweet flesh enough to bruise.*”Do keep in mind Sydel, that I will not go easy on you… The time in the woods was nothing compared to what I will do to you tonight. I will send you home to my dear friend, bloodied, bruised, and sopping wet and loaded with cum… I might think about bringing you some kind of pleasure through the act if you start answering my questions truthfully… If you lie, I will beat you within an inch of your life.”



(17:51:21 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..the inside of that room was extrodinarily dark really.. the only view she got of it was when the door was slightly opened.. it gave her vision of.. a bed perhaps? A small table.. a cupboard.. nothing out of the ordinary for a room in this type of establishment.. she did however notice as she wandered down that hallway that the rooms on either side of this one were.. vacant.. the door was soon closed behind her.. sharply pointed ears would try in earnest to soak up any and all sounds around her.. she knew he had to be there somewhere.. he had afterall called her half way across town to be here.. surely he wouldn’t have just up and changed his mind.. slender perfectly pale fingers flexed and curled.. her vacant ivory gaze shifted.. adjusting to the lack of lighting.. she was beginning to make out the shapes of the furniture before she felt that length of leather caressing about the swanlike curves of her throat.. she took in an audible breath.. her body stiffened a little.. her posture seemingly correcting itself as if it were perhaps an immediate response to such a dominating act.. her lips parted.. the tip of her tongue did well to slide across her lower.. causing that supple sweet flesh to glisten.. she went to turn her head.. to try and make out just where he was.. though the hold about her throat only tightened when she attempted it.. so she remained still.. arms dangling just lightly at her sides.. her breath could continue to catch.. to hitch there within her throat everytime he tightened and loosened that belt.. her heart had picked up after having seized there within her chest.. So this is how he was going to play it then? She Knew he would do this.. she Knew he wouldn’t be able to deny that which was within him.. deep down in only the darkest recesses of her mind.. a wicked little smile had since curled about her lips.. Oh she was enjoying this.. though the moment his hot lips collided with her neck.. well she couldn’t hold back that whimper.. for as much as he had left her alone.. to be with Nautilous.. it didn’t really eventuate.. what with everything else that had been happening.. they had slept together.. the once.. and that was abysmal compared to how they were usually when they were together.. the pair of them were a little.. out of touch.. so this attention .. well this was just making her quiver..and then of course that accent.. well who could deny that.. not a single soul.. her tongue clucked against the roof of her mouth when he told her what he was after.. that slick little slit of hers.. and some answers.. and he didn’t care which one came first.. as long as he got what he wanted.. and in the state she was in she wasn’t about to deny him anything.. her body arched when he pulled that belt once more.. she stiffened.. he tugged upon that belted dress.. the leather sliding down.. dragging against her skin before it released the almost strangle hold it had upon her breasts.. the pair of them springing from their confines.. her head dipped back.. no sound would come from her.. but her lips were parted…it would take her a moment.. perhaps two before she would be able to summon the words forward.. before she would be able to speak..yet her voice would come soon enough.. sultry.. smooth.. soft - .. well now.. hello to you too.. .. she murmured.. - .. if you want answers.. you need to ask the questions.. .. a whimper surfaced..a hitched breath following as he grabbed at her breasts ..bruising the supple alabaster skin- .. You’l get whatever answers you desire.. if you ask.. what reason do I have to lie.. .. she exhaled long and slow.. turning her head then.. to try and catch sight of him.. she was quite curious as to just what he wanted so desperately .. why he called her all the way here.. and just what had gotten him in such a dark dark mood.. not that she was complaining.. the visual he just gave her.. of not taking it easy on her.. that what had occurred within the forest was simply a precursor to what was about to happen.. she had the strength and she was using it to stop her knees from buckling.. - .. though.. a good old fashioned beating certainly has its merits.. ..light laughter sounded-



(22:03:00 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *The room was really quite typical for this sort of place, indeed, it was one of the cheaper rooms. He had no reason to spend the extra gold to get a bigger room with nicer furnishings, if anything he was glad for the cheapness of them right now. He didn’t think most of them would survive unscathed, and the last thing he wanted to do was replace a whole room of furniture that would be priced at more than it was worth. All that mattered was that the rooms around it were empty, there was a bed, and that no one was to disturb them under any condition or there would be hell to pay. He didn’t want to be interrupted, and he had even gone so far as to have the room be completely sound proof with a magical ward so that anything going on inside here, wouldn’t be heard outside these four walls. Was he taking precautions? Of course he was, he was ever cautious, always hedging the bets in his favor versus leaving anything to chance. It was why he was so damn well off and respected here, despite the reputation he had gotten in Marrowthorne. His past was forgotten or forgiven, he couldn’t quite say which one was first but it didn’t matter. He was well respected, liked by the people for his works of humanity. It was rather funny because the only three people in the world who knew what he was truly like, were all people who were just barely allowed in on the fringes of polite society and even then, kept within a ten foot radius of anyone with a good head on their shoulders. Honestly, it was almost laughable really, the fact that he was quite the wolf in sheep’s clothing. His disguise was just a bit better than the others, being human as he was definitely hadn’t hurt the disguise either. If the city knew what he was capable of though, he would be right there with the rest of them, down in the dark of shunned society. Hell, half of him was tempted to do it but it wasn’t just for him that things had to be done. Quinn had a right to society and all it had to offer her, and he had a child on the way who would need the security a good family and reputation could give them. It was why he kept things like this, this other side of his life quite separate from the other part of him. The two never crossed, never merged, and though it took a toll on him, it was worth it for all he had to gain, for those he cared about. Such meetings as this were…needed, sadly. It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt Quinn, but it was the simple fact that he had to do these things to stay sane. If he didn’t get them out he would eventually break and take it out on Quinn and in all honesty, he doubted she would survive. Mentally or physically, he would destroy her and she wouldn’t be the same woman he fell in love with. As Sydel came in and tossed that cape off, it had been too easy to slip behind her and wrap that whip about her throat like so much silk. He had told her what he wanted from her, what he demanded if she wanted to keep her skin on her bones that is. He laughed softly at her responses, shaking his head as she made it far too easy for him. She didn’t bother to try and fight back, she wanted him and his abuse, the way he would beat her and use her as he wanted. He knew that put simply she loved it, it got her rocks off being abused and tortured, it got her high. It suited him well enough though, she wanted what he needed to dole out, and because of that it was a very beneficial arrangement for them both. He knew he was running a gauntlet with her though, each time he caved in, he ran the risk of getting her pregnant and destroying his whole little world he had created for himself. Be damned if during the heat of the moment he didn’t care, the risk, that rush… It was part of the damned attraction, that primal need to spread his seed, his genetics.*”Well, now you decide to be civil? How amusing, because all I want from you is that dirty little slut puppet I had in the woods. She was a great fuck, loved everything I did to her, cumming on my cock like a cheap whore. If you can bring her back, we’ll have a grand old time ripping this pretty little body to pieces.” *His hand had found those supple tits, gripping them fiercely, doing well to create those finger shaped bruises, making her arch against him.*”Oh I know I will… I don’t give a fuck what you do when your away from me, but like it or not, you know deep down you crave this as much as I do… A couple of adulterous bastards fucking around on their spouses. There’s always that rush, isn’t there? Knowing each time we do this, we run the risk of getting quite thoroughly caught and loosing our partners… Still it doesn’t stop us. Now… how about we start with the first question, hmm? What the HELL were you thinking in that little storefront hmm? I recall telling you Very specifically what was expected, and you going about destroying property and nearly killing two people was NOT part of the agreement we had. For this, you know you are going to be punished.”*He caught her trying to turn her head and his fist immediately left her tits to fist in her hair and yank her head back savagely, enough to make her scream as he leaned in and bit down hard on that pointed little ear. The hand on that whip tightened the grip there, causing it to constrict quite a bit, cutting off the blood supply for a good twenty seconds, enough to make the world darken a bit for her before he released it. He removed his teeth from her ear tip, seeing the bloody bite mark there on that lily white skin. He released his grip on her hair, pushed her head forward making her arch against that leather noose about her neck.*”Oh believe me Sydel, I will beat you. Whether or not you enjoy it, now that depends on your reactions. I wasn’t joking about when I said I am planning on sending your happy ass marching home to Nautilous with so much of my jizz packed up in your pussy and ass that you’ll smell like me for weeks. I don’t care if I get your pregnant honestly, I’d rather enjoy watching that son of a bitch watch you grow knowing I knocked up his precious little prize mare.



(05:42:33 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..she groaned a little- .. Civil?.... in response to him questioning her reaction to his somewhat abrubt approach- .. That would mean I was courteous.. and polite.. .. she chewed upon the grin that was playing about those wicked little features.. shaking her head.. well as best she could with that belt so tightly wound about her thin throat- .. I don’t have a polite bone in my body.. You of all people know this.. .. she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.. he wanted the whore.. the dirty little submissive slut that he managed to procure in those deep darkened woods.. He had the power in his veins for that.. so if he wanted it that badly.. surely he was smart enough to know what to do next.. she grit her teeth down when he handled her breasts so very roughly.. his large hands gripping.. tugging.. holding with such an unnatural strength.. that supremely soft.. pliable pale skin would bruise easily.. she’d have almost perfect handprints there if he kept that up.. - .. Oh but see you DO give a fuck what I do when I am away from you.. this is quite clear.. .. she hissed as that grip tightened…her body stiffening.. arching her chest outward.. he was causing an ache to develop.. a sting that wouldn’t be so easily sated..- . You do care.. .. she fluttered her lashes at him.. mocking him just a touch- ..If you didn’t care.. You wouldn’t be asking me What I was doing in that shop.. or What I was doing at that wharf.. You care because of what it could do to Your image.. .. without warning he yanked her head back on that rather awkward angle.. tearing into her ivory curls.. she cried out.. her lids clenched closed ..a shuddered breath found its way out of those supple soft lips of hers.. her chest rose and fell a little more rapidly.. - .. yes.. .. she swallowed.. her voice softening.. turning to little more than a ..dainty whisper.. her lids half opened.. long dark lashes almost concealing those pure white orbs.. but he would have been able to tell she was peering in his direction.. even from her.. slightly upside down point of view- ..yes.. I do.. .. you’re right.. .. she swallowed again..- .. I do crave it.. I have since .. she took a sudden breath.. finding it a little hard still.. he had quite a hold upon her throat and even though it wasn’t enormously restricting.. it was enough to make her a little further short of breath than she would be normally- ..the rush is terribly hard to deny.. .. her lids closed over completely.. her arms rose as she went to grab that that belt about her throat.. her nails trying to inch their way between her skin and the leather.. perhaps in effort to give her a little more..leeway ..- .. That was a .. .. she took another breath.. her brows furrowing- .. that was not all my doing.. no.. I.. ugh.. .. she frowned.. it was a long story.. it really was.. and she wasn’t sure a condensed version even existed.. - .. I know Ace.. and I hadn’t realised it.. I have known him for years.. and to put it bluntly he is a cocksucking bastard of a whore.. . she exhaled through gritted down teeth.. a shrill cry sounded when he bit down hard on the point of her ear.. the attack on those precious nerve endings there nearly made her knees buckle.. she visibly shuddered- .. I found out he was in love.. with this woman.. or liked.. her.. or.. whatever.. I don’t know.. I don’t frankly care.. but I knew the best way to make him surface was to go after her.. so I did.. I cornered her in that shop front.. a few choice words were.. exchanged.. before he inevitably turned up.. sure.. bad decision on my part to choose that shop front as my battle ground.. but it was the only opportunity I had so I Fucking well took it.. .. she growled.. he tugged then on the belt.. tightening it considerably about her throat.. the hand that was upon the belt grabbed at it.. whilst her free hand collided with his thigh.. her nails.. those deadly sharpened points dug in through the fabric of his slacks.. leaving deep crescent shaped marks upon his skin.. she started feeling quite light headed.. foggy.. her breath kept catching.. to be truthful.. twenty seconds is quite a large length of time to have ones air supply almost completely cut off.. her lids fluttered back.. her shoulders sunk.. she was that close to passing out before he released it and she was able to take in such a loud gasped breath.. coughing.. spluttering a little.. - ..For Fucks Sake Chris.. .. she groaned.. he finally released her hair.. giving her a quick shove forward.. making her tug against that binding.. feeling its buckle at her throat.. she swallowed.. taking in another breath.. and then another quickly following it to compensate - ..I shattered his ribs.. his fingers.. I bruised every god damn inch of his body before we were interrupted…by Nautilous’s son.. Dravanos.. .. her head dipped forward a little..- .. I.. .she took in another long breath- .. I don’t know if you know.. Nautilous has probably told you?.. .. she couldn’t be sure what Nautilous had said to him.. afterall they seemed to be best mates at one time.. though.. she was beginning to question just what had happened recently.. just why the sudden change in ..opinion?.. why did he dislike him now?.. - .. I have yet to not enjoy a good beating.. want to be my first?..



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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He couldn’t help laughing just a bit, a wee chuckle at her question there. She couldn’t be truly civil or decent if someone paid her to be so. She was simply what she was, a female who responded with more instincts than intelligence. Not that she was stupid mind you, in truth she was a cunning little thing, but she often forgot to think things through. It was why she was in this…little position as it were. He had to wonder though if the reason she always came so willingly was because of the fact they were too damn well suited to each other. The difference between them was the simple fact that He had something to loose, something worth fighting for, where as she had nothing to hold her anywhere. Ah, what a knotted up mess this whole thing was, but for some reason it was the only damn thing that got rid of his itch, gave him the buffer he so needed to keep from losing it all. She had been right, without a doubt, he would need her. On the other hand though, it was a bit apparent that she needed him just as much. His voice was low as he spoke, barely more than a husky growl that danced on the razor blade edge between lust and rage.*”You don’t have a single damned redeeming feature, not a one. You wouldn’t know what a moral was if it came up and bit you on the ass, but that works just fine for me… Someone with a conscience wouldn’t be such a wonderful fuck honestly… We’re the same in that, at least… We care little and less about our partners, we just want one thing… Pleasure… “*His hand would leave her breasts at that one word, bringing his hand down to deliver a stinging slap to the top of her tits, fingers colliding solidly with those nipples, watching them rouche up beneath the abuse. His hands were back there, gripping and squeezing, occasionally taking a nipple between his fingers, pinching them, rolling them between those long digits before pulling on them fiercely, putting all the weight of those lovely tits on that delicate flesh he pulled taught before releasing it to watch those globular bits of flesh bounce. Those icy blue eyes shifted from watching her breasts to look over at her at her words. Did he care, really?? That was an interesting question there now wasn’t it? In about 99% of his life, he didn’t give two wits about her honestly, she was simply a tool to be used, no more, no less. But that 1%... Craved her like the opium he had once been such a slave to. In that sliver of his life, he wanted her with a fierce, hot passion that if she were to know of it she could all too easily use it against him. He kept it under a tight lock and key though, choosing to let her think she was just a fuck to ease the edge off when he needed it, rather than a dangerous addiction he was finding himself unable to quit quite as easily as he had first thought.*”Oh aren’t you precious, thinking I give to fucks in space about you… Honestly, if I found you dead in a ditch I wouldn’t give a tinkers damn… You are a god damned nuisance, a spoiled child who loves thwarting the rules and throws temper tantrums when she had to clean up after herself. The only part I care about right now is your pussy, clean and simple.”*It was then that he had yanked back so viciously on those snowy locks, relishing her cry before releasing her hair, pushing her forward into that whip all the harder. When she admitted she craved it too, she was rewarded with a husky chuckle by her ear, his lips so close to that delicate little nerve ridden flesh each word was a caress of his lips.*”I won’t lie… I enjoy it too… You do know… If Nautilous ever finds out about this, he’ll kill us both… He tolerates you fucking around with the random joe…aaah but fucking his best mate? Knowing it’s my cock you crave? I’ve had your pussy before he did, I was the one who buried my cock up into your fucking womb and loaded you up with all that jizz and you loved it. Every. Single. Second… Aaah, what a rage he would be in to know his sweet, beloved little wife and his best friend were fucking behind his back… God, you know I hope I knocked you up at that tree, Lord knows I pumped you full enough with my cum to run a good chance at it… I am going to laugh and laugh and laugh if you are, and Nautilous will have another wife who is bearing everyone else’s children but his…”*At her words, his brow rose just slightly, easily missed in that dark room. She knew him? And from the sound of it, that right there was a woman scorned a bit… Or if not scorned, definitely one who wanted revenge. He had bitten her ear then, tearing into that delicate flesh before he had released it, licking the blood from his lips and a greedy flick of his tongue.*”You have GOT to be kidding me… You loved Ace… Deny it all you want, it’s crystal clear that you did…. After all, if you didn’t my slutty little puppet, you wouldn’t have said all you did… Especially in the way you did… You tell me you don’t care that he loves that little blond? What a lie… If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have nearly killed her there in that shop along with Ace. Ohhh this is too good… Get nice and angry for me, rage at me about the unfairness of it all, it will make your pussy all the tighter for it…”*He was laughing at her, his richly timbered voice ringing out as he tightened that whip about her throat and nearly making her black out. His wonderful little fuck puppet was more of a woman than she wanted to admit, prone to all the same vices of the female world. It explained almost everything in that shop to perfection, everything but that one missing piece, the one who’s magic made him want to puke. He released that whip then, giving her the slack she needed. He didn’t care if she passed out, he rather enjoyed the idea of positioning that unconscious body somewhere and lifting those skirts to reveal her slit. He would wait for her to start to come around, just gain consciousness before impaling her on his cock. Her reaction would be utterly priceless… He would perhaps save that for another time though, he wasn’t quite done with her yet.*”Nooo Sydel, I haven’t started to fuck you yet, but soon though, have a little patience…”*He had pushed her against that binding again before she continued speaking. Nautilous’s son?? Impossible, they were all dead and gone for years and years now. At the same time though, it one had managed to survive what ever killed the others…well… That wasn’t good… Nauts offspring were all pretty much insane like their father was. It didn’t bode well. It would explain the smell at that store, the things that didn’t belong in this world. It might also explain that letter… He was still raging at Nautilous for his betrayal of their friendship, and he was using Sydel in revenge to strike back. A wife for a wife, as it were… Looking back at her, he tilted his head just a shade.*”How about you go bend over that table there and stick your ass in the air for me and we’ll see.”



(07:32:21 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..I don’t have time for a conscience.. .. she murmured when he mentioned someone with one not being able to be such a wonderful fuck.. she honestly didn’t have time for it.. and had certainly grown to enjoy not having one.. it meant she could dive into things without fear..she could hurt, kill, maim, embarrass, shock and humiliate anyone.. and feel nothing other than the satisfaction of a job well done.. - .. well.. I’d be mad not to agree with you.. .. her response whn he spoke on how similar they were in that regard.. how they cared so little for their respective partners when it came to the raw animalistic pleasure that was on offer.. up until this stage she still hadn’t seen him.. he was remaining either to the side of her.. or just behind her.. the slap though.. that made her cry out.. her body arch.. stiffen.. her thighs all but fused together as she drew them in ever so tightly.. her brows furrowed.. she whined and hissed through then gritted down teeth.. the sting.. the ache that quickly followed it was simply divine.. her lips parted as she drew in a sharper breath.. those tiny dusky pink nipples had hardened considerably in response to his assault.. his fingers.. his thumb.. the twisting.. the tugging.. the yanking back and releasing.. it was a constant barrage of attack upon her petite frame.. - .. Oh I never said you cared about me.. I’m not so naive .. though I find it interesting that you chose to Hear it that way.. .. she bit down upon the grin there.. quite devlish indeed.. - .. I said you cared about where I was.. because of what trouble it would cause you.. in your every day life.. if you for one second think I give a flying fuck about you.. You mister are mistaken.. .. she curled her toes there within her boots.. her knees lightly rubbed together as she kept those thighs tightly drawn.. squeezing the supple creamy white flesh in the process.. she exhaled another shattered breath..her heart was throbbing so badly within her chest.. she was sure he would have been able to hear it.. afterall it was so loud within her own mind.. just how much Did she give a damn? When it came to him?.. was she correct in her wording that.. she didn’t give one single iota of a thought.. or was it perhaps a little more than that?.. What made her drop everything when she received that note? What made her follow its directions and come here?.. once upon a time the reasoning was because of Nautilous.. she needed his help.. she needed him to help her get her lover.. her husband back to the land of the living.. and such an act was performed and Nautilous was there.. done deal.. close that chapter.. but she hadn’t.. why? ..she listened to him when he spoke about her husband.. about how Nautilous would kill them both.. of this she was indeed quite certain.. she didn’t know a great deal about the relationship between Nautilous and Chris.. she’d only been privy to some conversations here and there.. so she could only really go on what she was told.. she wasn’t even sure if Nautilous had been in contact with Chris since he had returned.. the talk of pregnancy though caused her brow to rise.. - .. for you’re sake you had better hope I am Not pregnant.. I don’t take well to pregnancy.. I Hate it.. and I hate children.. it wouldn’t survive long.. I’ll give you that much.. ..she heard his laughter then in response to her words about Ace.. fuck.. she groaned.. was it really as obvious as that? Sure.. she may have once.. but that was before she was for lack of a better term.. changed.. - .. No! .. she snapped.. her body stiffened as she screwed up that pretty little face of hers.. it was quite a feat really to be angry when your air supply was slowly being cut off.. her breath continued to hitch.. to catch.. causing her pitch to change every so often.. -.. I did not.. I have not.. and It.. Just.. .. she groaned.. her knees failed her and she stumbled a little as he cut off that oxygen supply once more.. this time letting it go on for that little bit longer than before.. she groaned.. her hands rose once more to grip at that leather belt.. to tug upon the buckle as it scratched against her throat.. - .. Fuck You.. .. she growled.. her head lulled a little forward.. she drank in as much breath as she could.. by this stage her hair had drawn up into only the most precious of tight ringlets.. the darkness coming from him feeding her.. pushing her that little bit closer.. she couldn’t even see a table.. just where was she supposed to be heading in the dark.. her tongue slid along her lower lip.. causing the painted flesh to glisten.. to sparkle.. if he had released the hold upon the belt.. giving her a chance to move she would have.. slowly.. but surely.. a sultry little saunter.. afterall it was the only walk she knew.. she’d stop there nearer to the table.. reaching to press her fingers upon the top of those lengths of leather.. the ones that strangled her frame.. that held her ever so tightly.. and she’d loosen it.. sliding it down as.. revealing that narrow waist.. those small rounded hips.. her back remained to him at this point.. so he’d gain quite a view of that perfect little ass as she bent at the middle to make sure the outfit hit the floor and was slid to the side.. she wore nothing beneath it.. not a single skerrick of clothing..straightening out.. in one slow cat like move.. the paleness of her thighs.. her legs could be easily seen in the dim lighting.. her hands felt across the smooth wooden table.. - .. was that all you wanted to know?.... she murmured.. tiny slippered feet rested upon the floor though they would soon shift to place her on her toes as she leant over that table as instructed.. those thighs of hers however remained tightly drawn together-





(08:38:10 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He couldn’t help the next set of laughter her words had caused him to release, those ice blue eyes never warming up despite it though. How much of it was real humor, and how much of it was an act? In truth, how much of any of this was real? Was he playing a game with her, setting the tempo and the tune to get her to do what he wanted? He was a cold blooded sociopath after all, and people were just tools to be used when he had a need, no more, no less. Quinn was the one exception, the one person in all existence who could hold any real meaning for him. Everyone else was just a toy to fit a mood, a style of play.*”But you are quite mad my little puppet, after all, you came here knowing very well that I could, in fact, kill you… You know I wouldn’t hesitate to do it too… But still you come… Of course, it would be hard for you to resist me and what I have to offer, after all, you certainly enjoyed yourself last time.”*He continued to play with those beautiful tits of hers, not too big or too small, just overflowing his hands with his fingers spread. He did love her tits, he had to admit, that pale skin and pastel pink nipples looked so very naughty against his own tanned hands. They were just the right size too, enough to give him ample playability and flex. He was already starting to see faint bruises showing up on her skin, making him grin viciously in satisfaction. By the time he was done with her tonight she would look like she had been viciously raped by a dozen men and probably about as gaped out cunt wise. He was after all, incredibly well-endowed to the point of being impossible for most women to handle. Hell, even with Quinn he had to make her cum at least once before settling her on it, and even then, at her pace and always going incredibly slow so he didn’t tear and bleed her. Sydel would get no such tender treatment, especially not tonight. She was the sacrificial lamb, and she would take all of his rage at the situation he found himself in without any control or choice in the outcome. Her words made that smile spread though those eyes of his had shifted consiterably. He had been irritated, pissed earlier, but now he was down right seething. They just got colder and colder until the very air seemed as though it would freeze though his voice was still that primal yet proper English drawl.*”Now now, I thought you said you had no reason to lie… You do give a fuck, deny it all you want my little puppet, you care quite a bit about me… You always jump at my call and come running to me, you follow every instruction, you even do things you hate like cleaning up after yourself because I told you to… Just admit it Sydel… you want to be mine… Exclusively so… After all, if you were getting what you wanted, what you needed from Naut…then why would you be here, right now? Why would your tits be swelling with lust, your nipples growing hard and pert as I slap them? Most of all…”*He would pull in closer, pulling her flush against his groin where she couldn’t help but feel that monstrous huge cock straining against his pants. A not so subtle reminder that he was the biggest she had ever had, and just what she was going to be taking into herself when he got around to it. His lips would press against that bloodied little ear, his tongue flicking out to draw up the sluggish little beads forming there, whispering against the delicate shell.*”Why are you so fucking wet that I can smell your pussy juices dripping down your cunny lips?”*That hand which had been working those tits with a vicious, mind jarring brutality that never the less brought her no end of pleasure dipped down to part those leather straps of her dress to reach for her pussy. He didn’t slide those long fingers up her folds, nor dip inside her to sooth the ache growing between those fused thighs. Oh no, instead his hand drew back and he slapped her mons and fused thighs hard, those long fingers like miniature whips in a way, hitting hard enough to welt. It was then he had talked about getting her pregnant, watching that brow rise, her words about it. Oh, was that how it was? How amusing… He would suddenly slide his middle finger between her thighs, up into her slitted folds to violently brush against her clit with the sudden impact of a bullet. His voice shifted then, taking on a darker, sexier tone, stroking her senses, drugging her. That hand would then leave her slit and move to his lips where he would suck off her sweet pussy fluid before biting those viciously sharp canines down into his own flesh. He hit a vein in that middle finger and the blood gushed forth. He ran it along her lips before forcing his fingers in, pulling down on her jaw, forcing it open and making her take in that blood, knowing damn good and well what it did to her. He would make her swallow too before he would pull his fingers out of her mouth and return them to her clit, pressing those bloodied digits against her core, letting that blood work it’s magic and making every single inch of her pussy outrageously sensitive.*”Oh no, I am actually looking forward to getting you pregnant if I haven’t already… I don’t care if you like them or not, I’ll tie you up to a god damned bed somewhere and make you carry my child to term. I can’t imagine how tight you’ll become the bigger you get, how good your pussy will feel around my cock as you swear bloody murder on me while I fuck you to the point you beg me for it. We’d have beautiful children too you know, like dark twisted little candy canes… Why, with how much cum I’m going to pump into you tonight my little fuck puppet, you WILL be pregnant by the time I am done with you or I swear I will keep you here till you are… I want my fucking revenge and if I have to rape you to get it, I will. I am not a man, I am a beast after all, and I am not above raping you over and over again to get my desires fulfilled.”*He couldn’t help laughing still when he vehemently denied that she had ever loved Ace, oh what a sweet little denial that was! It was far too quick, to violent to be true. She had loved him, and a lot too if he was any judge. The amount of hate she had for him, combined with how she chose to word things made it all to clear that not only had she loved him once… but she still did. No wonder she had tried to kill Trinity, killed one of Ace’s children inside that woman… No matter what she might say or do, no matter how she might deny it… Sydel was still in love with Ace, even if it was only a shadow of what it had been before, it was still there. In her hatred, in her revenge, her desire to kill him, it was clear as day.



(08:38:34 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: To prove his point, he had tightened that whip again, loving this game, keeping her constantly off balance there, making her whole body scream out and become all the more sensitive from it. It would only be a matter of time before that blood of his would take effect and he would truly begin to do what he was going to do to her. Her cursing him only made him want her all the more though, it was making his cock buck and surge against those leather slacks, dribbling precum down his shaft, sticking to his pants.*”Nooooo, you see, I FUCK You…not the other way around…*He had indeed released the leather whip about her throat, drawing it away from that bruised, red, angry skin as she sauntered over to that large table in the middle of the room, just slightly visible in the darkness. He came up behind her on those silent feet once more, and within a few moments she could feel rough cotton being tied about her wrists and upper arms. It would seem loose at first, but in a moment it would be all too apparent that he had other things in mind. With a yank of that cotton, she would find herself being pinned to that table, arms spread out to the sides as she was made to straddle that table. The wood was rough, cheap, would easily splinter and abrade her breasts like so much sand paper, and that was the point. She had perhaps just enough room to lift her upper body just high enough so that only her nipples would touch the table, but no more than that. He had tied the end of that cheap cotton rope to one of the legs of the table, with plenty more to spare. When her legs were drawn closed though, well now, that wouldn’t suit. He flicked his wrist, the sharp whistle of the whip cutting air sounded right next to her ear, close enough to make her flinch.*”Spread your fucking legs puppet, I want your cunt and ass opened up for me.”*If she didn’t he would send that whip out across the under swells of her ass, into that superfine and delicate skin, slicing it open in one smooth motion. He would continue to whip her until she did spread her legs for him.. If she did spread them for him at his command, he would come up behind her once again and tie her at the ankle and knees to that tables legs. She was now completely open, utterly vulnerable with that pussy bared to the cool air of the room. He would stand behind her then, and she could hear quite clearly there in the room the sound of his button being undone and his zipper slowly being slid down. He would then press the head of his cock against her pussy opening, so thick and wide that it easily covered her whole pussy, hiding it from view. He began to slide in, just a centimeter or two, just enough to stretch her without giving her that feeling of fullness, only the torture of knowing it was there but unable to enjoy it.*”No, that is not all I wanted to know… Who the fuck is Khorn…and why am I being told that Nautilous made a deal with him for MY child? I have been told if I do not give my child to Nautilous, that Quinn will be killed and given to Khorn as a bride, what ever the fuck that is… Tell me, what do you know about any of this?”*He leaned in a little bit more, about a fourth of his head was pressed into her cunt now, stretching her a bit more but still denying her any pleasure. God she was so fucking hot, so tight, so wet… His cock bucked inside her, sliding out to slap against her now outrageously sensitive clit.. He leaned down against her, his hand lashing out against that ass to welt, to bruise, that deep, solid hit with the cupped hand that went bone deep. His voice was by her ear again, that still bleeding finger held just in front of her lips.*”Do you want me to fuck you Sydel?... If you want me to burry this huge, hot cock inside you, you need to give me a few things first… I want you to beg for my blood, right here, right now… I want you to latch onto that finger anf such on it like it’s your own personal mini-cock… I want you to beg me for it… If you fail to do what I want, I will leave you here, tied to this table while I torture you until you sing a sweeter tune… Which is it my little puppet?”

[BadInfluence]

(16:25:40 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh how much easier it would have been if Ace and Sydel had just stayed the hell out of his town, how much more peaceful it would have been. In all honesty he had thought Ace was the one messing with the weather lately since he knew from…personal experience that he could control storms. It would be just like Ace too, to mess with stuff like this just to spite him, knowing it would make more work for him to have to contend with. Sydel had brought back Nautilous with his help, and then those two were off killing and God knows what else, but at least they were cleaning up after themselves, or so he assumed. That mess at the shop though, that had taken some explaining, some slick foot work to keep the focus on the need for the city’s residents to begin to take over some of the empty buildings and start little businesses of their own. He was even offering loans at a reasonable interest rate to help jump start much of this. Again, her actions had forced him to become the public figure he was hating being. He didn’t enjoy the attention, he just wanted his simple life with Quinn, to take on what jobs he felt like performing and generally being unknown. No such luck now, and though he did his job very well, he was starting to feel like a damn lackey for those two rather than his own person. Just another thing that was sitting under his skin and festering like a putrid wound. He had left Sydel alone during this last what month now, giving her the chance to enjoy herself. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt the couple, knowing there was a lot to catch up on and he owed his friend at least that much. But this letter was rather the breaking point and he had summoned her. If this letter was even half true, which he suspected it was, he wasn’t sure if he should fuck her, or kill her. If it was right, her being here, the tinkering with Ace and that girl… She was the root of it all, and if she wasn’t careful she would send them All straight to hell and he wasn’t about to allow that white haired witch to fuck up his life. At the same time, the salvation of his family, his hopes and dreams for their future, also rested in her and that made it all the more irritating. His fist crushed that paper again, a vicious feral gnashing of his teeth as he paced the floor, his body vibrating with pent up frustrations that he no doubt would take out on her. He had to wait a bit longer than he thought was acceptable, but then again he hadn’t known where she was, no more than what she doing, watching as it were. If he had seen what she had, he had to admit that he would have laid her out on her back and fucked her senseless. He hadn’t touched Quinn in weeks, worried that he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he sunk into her sweet hot depths. He was large, overtly so and he could easily hurt her and badly, maybe even make her miscarry their children and he would be damned to hell if he would risk that. Let her hate him, let her run because he cheated on her, it was better than killing her or the babies. Sydel was right when she threatened him with that little prediction there, that he would come back to fuck her again and he hated her for it. He didn’t care about the damage he would do to her, he knew she could take it whereas Quinn would be a wreck if he tried. She was so delicate, so beautiful and sweet, she was everything he had ever wanted and more. He loved her so much, and because of that he hated himself even more for what he was. He wished he could be normal, a regular guy who wasn’t this….freak. He couldn’t stand the guilt, but at the same time he couldn’t run the risk. Be a loyal husband and go insane, or be a cheater and spare his wife and their children. It was a god damned mess and it just made him surlier, angrier at his situation he found himself in. When he heard the key turn in the grate, his hand fell to the whip at his side, not the quirt today, oh no nothing so simple as that. He had taken the carriage and because of that he was using the four in hand and the whip was much better suited to such a team. She came in then, wearing a peculiar little dress, a bit on the BDSM side which suited him juuuuust fine right now. He slid up behind her, silent on those booted feet. Before she could pinpoint his location, a loop of that whip was around her sweet white little neck, tight enough to serve as a warning for her not to move. His free hand came up to brush those ivory locks out of the way, watching them curl softly under his touch as he bared her neck. His lips, hot and firm, found that delicate expanse, kissing that spot beneath her ear before he bit her. His voice was a deep growl, part anger, part lust, and all animal, making that English accent sound all the more dangerous yet cultured.*”What I want, are answers and your pussy… I don’t care which one comes first, but I will have them both…”*The hand on the whip pulled back more, tightening the loop about her neck, enough to take her breath away before he gave it a bit of slack. He didn’t want to fuck an unconscious body, there was no fun in that after all. His free hand slid around to grab one of those straps and pull it down. One by one, he was sliding them over her breasts, down to rest beneath the swells there. When her breasts were free, his hand would slide up to grab them firmly, painfully almost, fingers digging into that plump sweet flesh enough to bruise.*”Do keep in mind Sydel, that I will not go easy on you… The time in the woods was nothing compared to what I will do to you tonight. I will send you home to my dear friend, bloodied, bruised, and sopping wet and loaded with cum… I might think about bringing you some kind of pleasure through the act if you start answering my questions truthfully… If you lie, I will beat you within an inch of your life.”



(17:51:21 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..the inside of that room was extrodinarily dark really.. the only view she got of it was when the door was slightly opened.. it gave her vision of.. a bed perhaps? A small table.. a cupboard.. nothing out of the ordinary for a room in this type of establishment.. she did however notice as she wandered down that hallway that the rooms on either side of this one were.. vacant.. the door was soon closed behind her.. sharply pointed ears would try in earnest to soak up any and all sounds around her.. she knew he had to be there somewhere.. he had afterall called her half way across town to be here.. surely he wouldn’t have just up and changed his mind.. slender perfectly pale fingers flexed and curled.. her vacant ivory gaze shifted.. adjusting to the lack of lighting.. she was beginning to make out the shapes of the furniture before she felt that length of leather caressing about the swanlike curves of her throat.. she took in an audible breath.. her body stiffened a little.. her posture seemingly correcting itself as if it were perhaps an immediate response to such a dominating act.. her lips parted.. the tip of her tongue did well to slide across her lower.. causing that supple sweet flesh to glisten.. she went to turn her head.. to try and make out just where he was.. though the hold about her throat only tightened when she attempted it.. so she remained still.. arms dangling just lightly at her sides.. her breath could continue to catch.. to hitch there within her throat everytime he tightened and loosened that belt.. her heart had picked up after having seized there within her chest.. So this is how he was going to play it then? She Knew he would do this.. she Knew he wouldn’t be able to deny that which was within him.. deep down in only the darkest recesses of her mind.. a wicked little smile had since curled about her lips.. Oh she was enjoying this.. though the moment his hot lips collided with her neck.. well she couldn’t hold back that whimper.. for as much as he had left her alone.. to be with Nautilous.. it didn’t really eventuate.. what with everything else that had been happening.. they had slept together.. the once.. and that was abysmal compared to how they were usually when they were together.. the pair of them were a little.. out of touch.. so this attention .. well this was just making her quiver..and then of course that accent.. well who could deny that.. not a single soul.. her tongue clucked against the roof of her mouth when he told her what he was after.. that slick little slit of hers.. and some answers.. and he didn’t care which one came first.. as long as he got what he wanted.. and in the state she was in she wasn’t about to deny him anything.. her body arched when he pulled that belt once more.. she stiffened.. he tugged upon that belted dress.. the leather sliding down.. dragging against her skin before it released the almost strangle hold it had upon her breasts.. the pair of them springing from their confines.. her head dipped back.. no sound would come from her.. but her lips were parted…it would take her a moment.. perhaps two before she would be able to summon the words forward.. before she would be able to speak..yet her voice would come soon enough.. sultry.. smooth.. soft - .. well now.. hello to you too.. .. she murmured.. - .. if you want answers.. you need to ask the questions.. .. a whimper surfaced..a hitched breath following as he grabbed at her breasts ..bruising the supple alabaster skin- .. You’l get whatever answers you desire.. if you ask.. what reason do I have to lie.. .. she exhaled long and slow.. turning her head then.. to try and catch sight of him.. she was quite curious as to just what he wanted so desperately .. why he called her all the way here.. and just what had gotten him in such a dark dark mood.. not that she was complaining.. the visual he just gave her.. of not taking it easy on her.. that what had occurred within the forest was simply a precursor to what was about to happen.. she had the strength and she was using it to stop her knees from buckling.. - .. though.. a good old fashioned beating certainly has its merits.. ..light laughter sounded-



(22:03:00 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *The room was really quite typical for this sort of place, indeed, it was one of the cheaper rooms. He had no reason to spend the extra gold to get a bigger room with nicer furnishings, if anything he was glad for the cheapness of them right now. He didn’t think most of them would survive unscathed, and the last thing he wanted to do was replace a whole room of furniture that would be priced at more than it was worth. All that mattered was that the rooms around it were empty, there was a bed, and that no one was to disturb them under any condition or there would be hell to pay. He didn’t want to be interrupted, and he had even gone so far as to have the room be completely sound proof with a magical ward so that anything going on inside here, wouldn’t be heard outside these four walls. Was he taking precautions? Of course he was, he was ever cautious, always hedging the bets in his favor versus leaving anything to chance. It was why he was so damn well off and respected here, despite the reputation he had gotten in Marrowthorne. His past was forgotten or forgiven, he couldn’t quite say which one was first but it didn’t matter. He was well respected, liked by the people for his works of humanity. It was rather funny because the only three people in the world who knew what he was truly like, were all people who were just barely allowed in on the fringes of polite society and even then, kept within a ten foot radius of anyone with a good head on their shoulders. Honestly, it was almost laughable really, the fact that he was quite the wolf in sheep’s clothing. His disguise was just a bit better than the others, being human as he was definitely hadn’t hurt the disguise either. If the city knew what he was capable of though, he would be right there with the rest of them, down in the dark of shunned society. Hell, half of him was tempted to do it but it wasn’t just for him that things had to be done. Quinn had a right to society and all it had to offer her, and he had a child on the way who would need the security a good family and reputation could give them. It was why he kept things like this, this other side of his life quite separate from the other part of him. The two never crossed, never merged, and though it took a toll on him, it was worth it for all he had to gain, for those he cared about. Such meetings as this were…needed, sadly. It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt Quinn, but it was the simple fact that he had to do these things to stay sane. If he didn’t get them out he would eventually break and take it out on Quinn and in all honesty, he doubted she would survive. Mentally or physically, he would destroy her and she wouldn’t be the same woman he fell in love with. As Sydel came in and tossed that cape off, it had been too easy to slip behind her and wrap that whip about her throat like so much silk. He had told her what he wanted from her, what he demanded if she wanted to keep her skin on her bones that is. He laughed softly at her responses, shaking his head as she made it far too easy for him. She didn’t bother to try and fight back, she wanted him and his abuse, the way he would beat her and use her as he wanted. He knew that put simply she loved it, it got her rocks off being abused and tortured, it got her high. It suited him well enough though, she wanted what he needed to dole out, and because of that it was a very beneficial arrangement for them both. He knew he was running a gauntlet with her though, each time he caved in, he ran the risk of getting her pregnant and destroying his whole little world he had created for himself. Be damned if during the heat of the moment he didn’t care, the risk, that rush… It was part of the damned attraction, that primal need to spread his seed, his genetics.*”Well, now you decide to be civil? How amusing, because all I want from you is that dirty little slut puppet I had in the woods. She was a great fuck, loved everything I did to her, cumming on my cock like a cheap whore. If you can bring her back, we’ll have a grand old time ripping this pretty little body to pieces.” *His hand had found those supple tits, gripping them fiercely, doing well to create those finger shaped bruises, making her arch against him.*”Oh I know I will… I don’t give a fuck what you do when your away from me, but like it or not, you know deep down you crave this as much as I do… A couple of adulterous bastards fucking around on their spouses. There’s always that rush, isn’t there? Knowing each time we do this, we run the risk of getting quite thoroughly caught and loosing our partners… Still it doesn’t stop us. Now… how about we start with the first question, hmm? What the HELL were you thinking in that little storefront hmm? I recall telling you Very specifically what was expected, and you going about destroying property and nearly killing two people was NOT part of the agreement we had. For this, you know you are going to be punished.”*He caught her trying to turn her head and his fist immediately left her tits to fist in her hair and yank her head back savagely, enough to make her scream as he leaned in and bit down hard on that pointed little ear. The hand on that whip tightened the grip there, causing it to constrict quite a bit, cutting off the blood supply for a good twenty seconds, enough to make the world darken a bit for her before he released it. He removed his teeth from her ear tip, seeing the bloody bite mark there on that lily white skin. He released his grip on her hair, pushed her head forward making her arch against that leather noose about her neck.*”Oh believe me Sydel, I will beat you. Whether or not you enjoy it, now that depends on your reactions. I wasn’t joking about when I said I am planning on sending your happy ass marching home to Nautilous with so much of my jizz packed up in your pussy and ass that you’ll smell like me for weeks. I don’t care if I get your pregnant honestly, I’d rather enjoy watching that son of a bitch watch you grow knowing I knocked up his precious little prize mare.



(05:42:33 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..she groaned a little- .. Civil?.... in response to him questioning her reaction to his somewhat abrubt approach- .. That would mean I was courteous.. and polite.. .. she chewed upon the grin that was playing about those wicked little features.. shaking her head.. well as best she could with that belt so tightly wound about her thin throat- .. I don’t have a polite bone in my body.. You of all people know this.. .. she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.. he wanted the whore.. the dirty little submissive slut that he managed to procure in those deep darkened woods.. He had the power in his veins for that.. so if he wanted it that badly.. surely he was smart enough to know what to do next.. she grit her teeth down when he handled her breasts so very roughly.. his large hands gripping.. tugging.. holding with such an unnatural strength.. that supremely soft.. pliable pale skin would bruise easily.. she’d have almost perfect handprints there if he kept that up.. - .. Oh but see you DO give a fuck what I do when I am away from you.. this is quite clear.. .. she hissed as that grip tightened…her body stiffening.. arching her chest outward.. he was causing an ache to develop.. a sting that wouldn’t be so easily sated..- . You do care.. .. she fluttered her lashes at him.. mocking him just a touch- ..If you didn’t care.. You wouldn’t be asking me What I was doing in that shop.. or What I was doing at that wharf.. You care because of what it could do to Your image.. .. without warning he yanked her head back on that rather awkward angle.. tearing into her ivory curls.. she cried out.. her lids clenched closed ..a shuddered breath found its way out of those supple soft lips of hers.. her chest rose and fell a little more rapidly.. - .. yes.. .. she swallowed.. her voice softening.. turning to little more than a ..dainty whisper.. her lids half opened.. long dark lashes almost concealing those pure white orbs.. but he would have been able to tell she was peering in his direction.. even from her.. slightly upside down point of view- ..yes.. I do.. .. you’re right.. .. she swallowed again..- .. I do crave it.. I have since .. she took a sudden breath.. finding it a little hard still.. he had quite a hold upon her throat and even though it wasn’t enormously restricting.. it was enough to make her a little further short of breath than she would be normally- ..the rush is terribly hard to deny.. .. her lids closed over completely.. her arms rose as she went to grab that that belt about her throat.. her nails trying to inch their way between her skin and the leather.. perhaps in effort to give her a little more..leeway ..- .. That was a .. .. she took another breath.. her brows furrowing- .. that was not all my doing.. no.. I.. ugh.. .. she frowned.. it was a long story.. it really was.. and she wasn’t sure a condensed version even existed.. - .. I know Ace.. and I hadn’t realised it.. I have known him for years.. and to put it bluntly he is a cocksucking bastard of a whore.. . she exhaled through gritted down teeth.. a shrill cry sounded when he bit down hard on the point of her ear.. the attack on those precious nerve endings there nearly made her knees buckle.. she visibly shuddered- .. I found out he was in love.. with this woman.. or liked.. her.. or.. whatever.. I don’t know.. I don’t frankly care.. but I knew the best way to make him surface was to go after her.. so I did.. I cornered her in that shop front.. a few choice words were.. exchanged.. before he inevitably turned up.. sure.. bad decision on my part to choose that shop front as my battle ground.. but it was the only opportunity I had so I Fucking well took it.. .. she growled.. he tugged then on the belt.. tightening it considerably about her throat.. the hand that was upon the belt grabbed at it.. whilst her free hand collided with his thigh.. her nails.. those deadly sharpened points dug in through the fabric of his slacks.. leaving deep crescent shaped marks upon his skin.. she started feeling quite light headed.. foggy.. her breath kept catching.. to be truthful.. twenty seconds is quite a large length of time to have ones air supply almost completely cut off.. her lids fluttered back.. her shoulders sunk.. she was that close to passing out before he released it and she was able to take in such a loud gasped breath.. coughing.. spluttering a little.. - ..For Fucks Sake Chris.. .. she groaned.. he finally released her hair.. giving her a quick shove forward.. making her tug against that binding.. feeling its buckle at her throat.. she swallowed.. taking in another breath.. and then another quickly following it to compensate - ..I shattered his ribs.. his fingers.. I bruised every god damn inch of his body before we were interrupted…by Nautilous’s son.. Dravanos.. .. her head dipped forward a little..- .. I.. .she took in another long breath- .. I don’t know if you know.. Nautilous has probably told you?.. .. she couldn’t be sure what Nautilous had said to him.. afterall they seemed to be best mates at one time.. though.. she was beginning to question just what had happened recently.. just why the sudden change in ..opinion?.. why did he dislike him now?.. - .. I have yet to not enjoy a good beating.. want to be my first?..



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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He couldn’t help laughing just a bit, a wee chuckle at her question there. She couldn’t be truly civil or decent if someone paid her to be so. She was simply what she was, a female who responded with more instincts than intelligence. Not that she was stupid mind you, in truth she was a cunning little thing, but she often forgot to think things through. It was why she was in this…little position as it were. He had to wonder though if the reason she always came so willingly was because of the fact they were too damn well suited to each other. The difference between them was the simple fact that He had something to loose, something worth fighting for, where as she had nothing to hold her anywhere. Ah, what a knotted up mess this whole thing was, but for some reason it was the only damn thing that got rid of his itch, gave him the buffer he so needed to keep from losing it all. She had been right, without a doubt, he would need her. On the other hand though, it was a bit apparent that she needed him just as much. His voice was low as he spoke, barely more than a husky growl that danced on the razor blade edge between lust and rage.*”You don’t have a single damned redeeming feature, not a one. You wouldn’t know what a moral was if it came up and bit you on the ass, but that works just fine for me… Someone with a conscience wouldn’t be such a wonderful fuck honestly… We’re the same in that, at least… We care little and less about our partners, we just want one thing… Pleasure… “*His hand would leave her breasts at that one word, bringing his hand down to deliver a stinging slap to the top of her tits, fingers colliding solidly with those nipples, watching them rouche up beneath the abuse. His hands were back there, gripping and squeezing, occasionally taking a nipple between his fingers, pinching them, rolling them between those long digits before pulling on them fiercely, putting all the weight of those lovely tits on that delicate flesh he pulled taught before releasing it to watch those globular bits of flesh bounce. Those icy blue eyes shifted from watching her breasts to look over at her at her words. Did he care, really?? That was an interesting question there now wasn’t it? In about 99% of his life, he didn’t give two wits about her honestly, she was simply a tool to be used, no more, no less. But that 1%... Craved her like the opium he had once been such a slave to. In that sliver of his life, he wanted her with a fierce, hot passion that if she were to know of it she could all too easily use it against him. He kept it under a tight lock and key though, choosing to let her think she was just a fuck to ease the edge off when he needed it, rather than a dangerous addiction he was finding himself unable to quit quite as easily as he had first thought.*”Oh aren’t you precious, thinking I give to fucks in space about you… Honestly, if I found you dead in a ditch I wouldn’t give a tinkers damn… You are a god damned nuisance, a spoiled child who loves thwarting the rules and throws temper tantrums when she had to clean up after herself. The only part I care about right now is your pussy, clean and simple.”*It was then that he had yanked back so viciously on those snowy locks, relishing her cry before releasing her hair, pushing her forward into that whip all the harder. When she admitted she craved it too, she was rewarded with a husky chuckle by her ear, his lips so close to that delicate little nerve ridden flesh each word was a caress of his lips.*”I won’t lie… I enjoy it too… You do know… If Nautilous ever finds out about this, he’ll kill us both… He tolerates you fucking around with the random joe…aaah but fucking his best mate? Knowing it’s my cock you crave? I’ve had your pussy before he did, I was the one who buried my cock up into your fucking womb and loaded you up with all that jizz and you loved it. Every. Single. Second… Aaah, what a rage he would be in to know his sweet, beloved little wife and his best friend were fucking behind his back… God, you know I hope I knocked you up at that tree, Lord knows I pumped you full enough with my cum to run a good chance at it… I am going to laugh and laugh and laugh if you are, and Nautilous will have another wife who is bearing everyone else’s children but his…”*At her words, his brow rose just slightly, easily missed in that dark room. She knew him? And from the sound of it, that right there was a woman scorned a bit… Or if not scorned, definitely one who wanted revenge. He had bitten her ear then, tearing into that delicate flesh before he had released it, licking the blood from his lips and a greedy flick of his tongue.*”You have GOT to be kidding me… You loved Ace… Deny it all you want, it’s crystal clear that you did…. After all, if you didn’t my slutty little puppet, you wouldn’t have said all you did… Especially in the way you did… You tell me you don’t care that he loves that little blond? What a lie… If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have nearly killed her there in that shop along with Ace. Ohhh this is too good… Get nice and angry for me, rage at me about the unfairness of it all, it will make your pussy all the tighter for it…”*He was laughing at her, his richly timbered voice ringing out as he tightened that whip about her throat and nearly making her black out. His wonderful little fuck puppet was more of a woman than she wanted to admit, prone to all the same vices of the female world. It explained almost everything in that shop to perfection, everything but that one missing piece, the one who’s magic made him want to puke. He released that whip then, giving her the slack she needed. He didn’t care if she passed out, he rather enjoyed the idea of positioning that unconscious body somewhere and lifting those skirts to reveal her slit. He would wait for her to start to come around, just gain consciousness before impaling her on his cock. Her reaction would be utterly priceless… He would perhaps save that for another time though, he wasn’t quite done with her yet.*”Nooo Sydel, I haven’t started to fuck you yet, but soon though, have a little patience…”*He had pushed her against that binding again before she continued speaking. Nautilous’s son?? Impossible, they were all dead and gone for years and years now. At the same time though, it one had managed to survive what ever killed the others…well… That wasn’t good… Nauts offspring were all pretty much insane like their father was. It didn’t bode well. It would explain the smell at that store, the things that didn’t belong in this world. It might also explain that letter… He was still raging at Nautilous for his betrayal of their friendship, and he was using Sydel in revenge to strike back. A wife for a wife, as it were… Looking back at her, he tilted his head just a shade.*”How about you go bend over that table there and stick your ass in the air for me and we’ll see.”



(07:32:21 )

...Suicide .°. Blonde….



…Sydel Deathhaze...

..such a beautiful lie to believe in..





says to §Ċħŗį: ..I don’t have time for a conscience.. .. she murmured when he mentioned someone with one not being able to be such a wonderful fuck.. she honestly didn’t have time for it.. and had certainly grown to enjoy not having one.. it meant she could dive into things without fear..she could hurt, kill, maim, embarrass, shock and humiliate anyone.. and feel nothing other than the satisfaction of a job well done.. - .. well.. I’d be mad not to agree with you.. .. her response whn he spoke on how similar they were in that regard.. how they cared so little for their respective partners when it came to the raw animalistic pleasure that was on offer.. up until this stage she still hadn’t seen him.. he was remaining either to the side of her.. or just behind her.. the slap though.. that made her cry out.. her body arch.. stiffen.. her thighs all but fused together as she drew them in ever so tightly.. her brows furrowed.. she whined and hissed through then gritted down teeth.. the sting.. the ache that quickly followed it was simply divine.. her lips parted as she drew in a sharper breath.. those tiny dusky pink nipples had hardened considerably in response to his assault.. his fingers.. his thumb.. the twisting.. the tugging.. the yanking back and releasing.. it was a constant barrage of attack upon her petite frame.. - .. Oh I never said you cared about me.. I’m not so naive .. though I find it interesting that you chose to Hear it that way.. .. she bit down upon the grin there.. quite devlish indeed.. - .. I said you cared about where I was.. because of what trouble it would cause you.. in your every day life.. if you for one second think I give a flying fuck about you.. You mister are mistaken.. .. she curled her toes there within her boots.. her knees lightly rubbed together as she kept those thighs tightly drawn.. squeezing the supple creamy white flesh in the process.. she exhaled another shattered breath..her heart was throbbing so badly within her chest.. she was sure he would have been able to hear it.. afterall it was so loud within her own mind.. just how much Did she give a damn? When it came to him?.. was she correct in her wording that.. she didn’t give one single iota of a thought.. or was it perhaps a little more than that?.. What made her drop everything when she received that note? What made her follow its directions and come here?.. once upon a time the reasoning was because of Nautilous.. she needed his help.. she needed him to help her get her lover.. her husband back to the land of the living.. and such an act was performed and Nautilous was there.. done deal.. close that chapter.. but she hadn’t.. why? ..she listened to him when he spoke about her husband.. about how Nautilous would kill them both.. of this she was indeed quite certain.. she didn’t know a great deal about the relationship between Nautilous and Chris.. she’d only been privy to some conversations here and there.. so she could only really go on what she was told.. she wasn’t even sure if Nautilous had been in contact with Chris since he had returned.. the talk of pregnancy though caused her brow to rise.. - .. for you’re sake you had better hope I am Not pregnant.. I don’t take well to pregnancy.. I Hate it.. and I hate children.. it wouldn’t survive long.. I’ll give you that much.. ..she heard his laughter then in response to her words about Ace.. fuck.. she groaned.. was it really as obvious as that? Sure.. she may have once.. but that was before she was for lack of a better term.. changed.. - .. No! .. she snapped.. her body stiffened as she screwed up that pretty little face of hers.. it was quite a feat really to be angry when your air supply was slowly being cut off.. her breath continued to hitch.. to catch.. causing her pitch to change every so often.. -.. I did not.. I have not.. and It.. Just.. .. she groaned.. her knees failed her and she stumbled a little as he cut off that oxygen supply once more.. this time letting it go on for that little bit longer than before.. she groaned.. her hands rose once more to grip at that leather belt.. to tug upon the buckle as it scratched against her throat.. - .. Fuck You.. .. she growled.. her head lulled a little forward.. she drank in as much breath as she could.. by this stage her hair had drawn up into only the most precious of tight ringlets.. the darkness coming from him feeding her.. pushing her that little bit closer.. she couldn’t even see a table.. just where was she supposed to be heading in the dark.. her tongue slid along her lower lip.. causing the painted flesh to glisten.. to sparkle.. if he had released the hold upon the belt.. giving her a chance to move she would have.. slowly.. but surely.. a sultry little saunter.. afterall it was the only walk she knew.. she’d stop there nearer to the table.. reaching to press her fingers upon the top of those lengths of leather.. the ones that strangled her frame.. that held her ever so tightly.. and she’d loosen it.. sliding it down as.. revealing that narrow waist.. those small rounded hips.. her back remained to him at this point.. so he’d gain quite a view of that perfect little ass as she bent at the middle to make sure the outfit hit the floor and was slid to the side.. she wore nothing beneath it.. not a single skerrick of clothing..straightening out.. in one slow cat like move.. the paleness of her thighs.. her legs could be easily seen in the dim lighting.. her hands felt across the smooth wooden table.. - .. was that all you wanted to know?.... she murmured.. tiny slippered feet rested upon the floor though they would soon shift to place her on her toes as she leant over that table as instructed.. those thighs of hers however remained tightly drawn together-





(08:38:10 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He couldn’t help the next set of laughter her words had caused him to release, those ice blue eyes never warming up despite it though. How much of it was real humor, and how much of it was an act? In truth, how much of any of this was real? Was he playing a game with her, setting the tempo and the tune to get her to do what he wanted? He was a cold blooded sociopath after all, and people were just tools to be used when he had a need, no more, no less. Quinn was the one exception, the one person in all existence who could hold any real meaning for him. Everyone else was just a toy to fit a mood, a style of play.*”But you are quite mad my little puppet, after all, you came here knowing very well that I could, in fact, kill you… You know I wouldn’t hesitate to do it too… But still you come… Of course, it would be hard for you to resist me and what I have to offer, after all, you certainly enjoyed yourself last time.”*He continued to play with those beautiful tits of hers, not too big or too small, just overflowing his hands with his fingers spread. He did love her tits, he had to admit, that pale skin and pastel pink nipples looked so very naughty against his own tanned hands. They were just the right size too, enough to give him ample playability and flex. He was already starting to see faint bruises showing up on her skin, making him grin viciously in satisfaction. By the time he was done with her tonight she would look like she had been viciously raped by a dozen men and probably about as gaped out cunt wise. He was after all, incredibly well-endowed to the point of being impossible for most women to handle. Hell, even with Quinn he had to make her cum at least once before settling her on it, and even then, at her pace and always going incredibly slow so he didn’t tear and bleed her. Sydel would get no such tender treatment, especially not tonight. She was the sacrificial lamb, and she would take all of his rage at the situation he found himself in without any control or choice in the outcome. Her words made that smile spread though those eyes of his had shifted consiterably. He had been irritated, pissed earlier, but now he was down right seething. They just got colder and colder until the very air seemed as though it would freeze though his voice was still that primal yet proper English drawl.*”Now now, I thought you said you had no reason to lie… You do give a fuck, deny it all you want my little puppet, you care quite a bit about me… You always jump at my call and come running to me, you follow every instruction, you even do things you hate like cleaning up after yourself because I told you to… Just admit it Sydel… you want to be mine… Exclusively so… After all, if you were getting what you wanted, what you needed from Naut…then why would you be here, right now? Why would your tits be swelling with lust, your nipples growing hard and pert as I slap them? Most of all…”*He would pull in closer, pulling her flush against his groin where she couldn’t help but feel that monstrous huge cock straining against his pants. A not so subtle reminder that he was the biggest she had ever had, and just what she was going to be taking into herself when he got around to it. His lips would press against that bloodied little ear, his tongue flicking out to draw up the sluggish little beads forming there, whispering against the delicate shell.*”Why are you so fucking wet that I can smell your pussy juices dripping down your cunny lips?”*That hand which had been working those tits with a vicious, mind jarring brutality that never the less brought her no end of pleasure dipped down to part those leather straps of her dress to reach for her pussy. He didn’t slide those long fingers up her folds, nor dip inside her to sooth the ache growing between those fused thighs. Oh no, instead his hand drew back and he slapped her mons and fused thighs hard, those long fingers like miniature whips in a way, hitting hard enough to welt. It was then he had talked about getting her pregnant, watching that brow rise, her words about it. Oh, was that how it was? How amusing… He would suddenly slide his middle finger between her thighs, up into her slitted folds to violently brush against her clit with the sudden impact of a bullet. His voice shifted then, taking on a darker, sexier tone, stroking her senses, drugging her. That hand would then leave her slit and move to his lips where he would suck off her sweet pussy fluid before biting those viciously sharp canines down into his own flesh. He hit a vein in that middle finger and the blood gushed forth. He ran it along her lips before forcing his fingers in, pulling down on her jaw, forcing it open and making her take in that blood, knowing damn good and well what it did to her. He would make her swallow too before he would pull his fingers out of her mouth and return them to her clit, pressing those bloodied digits against her core, letting that blood work it’s magic and making every single inch of her pussy outrageously sensitive.*”Oh no, I am actually looking forward to getting you pregnant if I haven’t already… I don’t care if you like them or not, I’ll tie you up to a god damned bed somewhere and make you carry my child to term. I can’t imagine how tight you’ll become the bigger you get, how good your pussy will feel around my cock as you swear bloody murder on me while I fuck you to the point you beg me for it. We’d have beautiful children too you know, like dark twisted little candy canes… Why, with how much cum I’m going to pump into you tonight my little fuck puppet, you WILL be pregnant by the time I am done with you or I swear I will keep you here till you are… I want my fucking revenge and if I have to rape you to get it, I will. I am not a man, I am a beast after all, and I am not above raping you over and over again to get my desires fulfilled.”*He couldn’t help laughing still when he vehemently denied that she had ever loved Ace, oh what a sweet little denial that was! It was far too quick, to violent to be true. She had loved him, and a lot too if he was any judge. The amount of hate she had for him, combined with how she chose to word things made it all to clear that not only had she loved him once… but she still did. No wonder she had tried to kill Trinity, killed one of Ace’s children inside that woman… No matter what she might say or do, no matter how she might deny it… Sydel was still in love with Ace, even if it was only a shadow of what it had been before, it was still there. In her hatred, in her revenge, her desire to kill him, it was clear as day.



(08:38:34 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: To prove his point, he had tightened that whip again, loving this game, keeping her constantly off balance there, making her whole body scream out and become all the more sensitive from it. It would only be a matter of time before that blood of his would take effect and he would truly begin to do what he was going to do to her. Her cursing him only made him want her all the more though, it was making his cock buck and surge against those leather slacks, dribbling precum down his shaft, sticking to his pants.*”Nooooo, you see, I FUCK You…not the other way around…*He had indeed released the leather whip about her throat, drawing it away from that bruised, red, angry skin as she sauntered over to that large table in the middle of the room, just slightly visible in the darkness. He came up behind her on those silent feet once more, and within a few moments she could feel rough cotton being tied about her wrists and upper arms. It would seem loose at first, but in a moment it would be all too apparent that he had other things in mind. With a yank of that cotton, she would find herself being pinned to that table, arms spread out to the sides as she was made to straddle that table. The wood was rough, cheap, would easily splinter and abrade her breasts like so much sand paper, and that was the point. She had perhaps just enough room to lift her upper body just high enough so that only her nipples would touch the table, but no more than that. He had tied the end of that cheap cotton rope to one of the legs of the table, with plenty more to spare. When her legs were drawn closed though, well now, that wouldn’t suit. He flicked his wrist, the sharp whistle of the whip cutting air sounded right next to her ear, close enough to make her flinch.*”Spread your fucking legs puppet, I want your cunt and ass opened up for me.”*If she didn’t he would send that whip out across the under swells of her ass, into that superfine and delicate skin, slicing it open in one smooth motion. He would continue to whip her until she did spread her legs for him.. If she did spread them for him at his command, he would come up behind her once again and tie her at the ankle and knees to that tables legs. She was now completely open, utterly vulnerable with that pussy bared to the cool air of the room. He would stand behind her then, and she could hear quite clearly there in the room the sound of his button being undone and his zipper slowly being slid down. He would then press the head of his cock against her pussy opening, so thick and wide that it easily covered her whole pussy, hiding it from view. He began to slide in, just a centimeter or two, just enough to stretch her without giving her that feeling of fullness, only the torture of knowing it was there but unable to enjoy it.*”No, that is not all I wanted to know… Who the fuck is Khorn…and why am I being told that Nautilous made a deal with him for MY child? I have been told if I do not give my child to Nautilous, that Quinn will be killed and given to Khorn as a bride, what ever the fuck that is… Tell me, what do you know about any of this?”*He leaned in a little bit more, about a fourth of his head was pressed into her cunt now, stretching her a bit more but still denying her any pleasure. God she was so fucking hot, so tight, so wet… His cock bucked inside her, sliding out to slap against her now outrageously sensitive clit.. He leaned down against her, his hand lashing out against that ass to welt, to bruise, that deep, solid hit with the cupped hand that went bone deep. His voice was by her ear again, that still bleeding finger held just in front of her lips.*”Do you want me to fuck you Sydel?... If you want me to burry this huge, hot cock inside you, you need to give me a few things first… I want you to beg for my blood, right here, right now… I want you to latch onto that finger anf such on it like it’s your own personal mini-cock… I want you to beg me for it… If you fail to do what I want, I will leave you here, tied to this table while I torture you until you sing a sweeter tune… Which is it my little puppet?”

[BadInfluence]

...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


: .. little tit for tat .... she murmured- .. You could kill me.. I could kill you.. I know this.. and yet here we both still stand.. You my dear are not invicible .. as much as you may think it.. just like everyone else you have.. weak spots.. it’s just a matter of finding them.. and using them to my advantage.. You say you know me.. You say you know me quite well indeed.. then you know full well what I am capable of.. .. she dragged her tongue across her teeth- .. I wont deny that I enjoyed myself at one of our previous meetings.. Oh yes.. I most certainly did.. just like You could not deny the same ..You are an incredible master when it comes to the bedroom.. I will of course give.. credit where credits due.. Maybe though.. Just maybe.. I am not so convinced you could do it again? Maybe you’re a one trick pony?.... she could feel the aching. The throbbing upon those well rounded breasts.. she knew full well the bruising would be appearing.. slowly jut bit by bit.. it was the curse of being so pale.. everything showed quite quickly.. when the skin was slapped.. when she was hit.. when she was cut.. when she was abused.. give it a moment or two and the evidence would be right there.. her little body was the perfect little canvas.. just eagerly awaiting the right painter.. her lids opened a little further when she noticed his tone change.. the room becoming.. well.. icier like his mood.. something was making him get his back up.. and she was indeed curious as to just what that was.. - .. you are mistaken.. .. she uttered as plain as day.. as if it indeed meant nothing.. though perhaps she wasn’t lying.. - .. I don’t have the ability to care.. I have many other.. interesting.. enjoyable abilities.. but caring.. fuck no.. .. her breath hitched against her throat as he toyed with that belt once more.. she whined softly..- .. I kill.. I hurt.. I maim.. I humiliate.. I fuck.. I drag people down to their most primal.. base levels.. I torture.. and I enjoy every fucking moment of it.. .. if he didn’t believe her.. perhaps he should go ask Nautilous… since he had returned he had said to her on numerous occasions now that he loved her.. that he was in love with her.. that he was the love of her life.. and not once had she said it back to him.. love was.. a complicated thing.. and messy.. and she’d much rather clean up the blood spilt from someones body than the mess left from behind a broken heart..- .. I wont deny that I think you are extrodinarily good at what you do…..she paused then when he suddenly pressed in flush against her.. the rest of her words just went for an impromptu wander.. she was.. speechless in response to feeling that cock pressing against the back of her.. oh good God.. her shoulders sunk.. she swallowed down the breath that was continuing to catch there within her throat.. why did he have to be so fucking big.. why did he have to know just which buttons to press.. just what to say to her to make her quiver.. not many had this ability.. many men just fucked and walked.. or they were so soft and loving they almost made her sick.. her body jolted.. arching back against his when his palm slapped against her mons.. the after effect nearly shattering against her senses.. making her groan.. that naughty little finger .. violently brushing against her clit made her stiffen.. made her grit her teeth down.. and then he drew it back.. she exhaled a long.. drawn out hiss through her teeth.. her lids closed over.. she’d feel that finger sliding along her lip.. though in the darkness she had no idea what was on it? Simply figuring it was her own sweet honey.. she wasn’t brash about it.. she knew she tasted divine.. so was no stranger to this little act of.. deviousness.. her lips inevitably parted and she took that finger.. he had no need to force her jaw .. he had no need to hold her mouth open.. her lips drew about that finger and she suckled it inward.. letting his blood coat her tongue.. the inside of her mouth.. quite a substantial amount indeed before she realised just what it was she was drinking.. and she’d release.. her lids would snap back open.. though she was too late to stop the swallowing.. the blood trickling down.. coating her throat .her heart seized there in her chest.. - .. why are you so hell bent on revenge? I thought you two were .. well.. best friends.. .. she rolled her eyes.. her hand rising to wipe across her mouth.. spreading the remainder of the blood across her cheek.. she knew it wouldn’t be long and it would take over..

(17:19:51 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


: .. it would flood her system and undo all the precious work her dominant side had made. She was clearly a switch..right down to the bare bones of it.. but being a true submissive was never really in her repertoire .. though this is where he threw her.. and when it came down to it.. under his hand.. under that whip it was cruel really how much she enjoyed it.. - .. the children wont survive.. Ill tell you that Right now.. Get it through your.. .. she went to spit out.. but the fog was already rolling in.. her spite.. her desire to.. throw insults was diminishing.. but not completely.. no.. she hadn’t taken enough to force her down to her knees so to speak.. just enough to .. mellow her a little.. when her body hit that table she arched.. it was so rough against her chest.. she felt the bindings about her wrists.. pulling her taunt.. elongating that perfect frame though giving her just enough room to move.. well a little.. . her head lifted suddenly.. snapping back sending those curls flying when she heard that cracking of the whip.. it cut right into her and it hadn’t even touched her.. her thighs parted.. spreading those legs a little further apart.. the cotton fabric about her ankles.. she curled her toes within her slippers.. murmuring softly against the splintered wood.. her lids half closed.. she simply looked to the side.. peering into the darkness as she listened to the noises he was making.. the zipper being released..the fabric of his slacks.. before she’d tense.. feeling the wide head of his cock pressing against that slick wet little slit of hers.. she groaned.. her shoulders drew back as.. well as much as they could with the restraints as he began to enter her.. stretching her rather magnificently .. she forced her head down upon the table.. breathing a little deeper.. a little shorter.. - .. Khorn is .. or.. well was my god.. he is the god of murmer.. od chaos.. of everything dark and desolate.. she whined softly- .. I don’t know of any deal made for your child.. I didn’t even know your wife was pregnant.. .. her breath hitched as he slid just that little bit further within her.. she visibly shuddered back against him.. lifting up onto her toes.. - .. I was a bride.. I know what that is.. Khorn takes brides.. women from other realms that he desires .. that have.. potential.. they will then be forever under his control.. to do with what he see’s fit.. to kill.. to murder on a daily basis.. If you want your wife turning out like me.. instead of the sweet little flower that she is.. then let her go.. because that’s what she will be.. there will be no innocence left in her.. No sweetness.. no light.. Nothing.. she will be.. well.. .. she moaned- .. she will be in essence.. Me.. but I honestly know nothing about your child.. .. she bucked back against that table when he slapped her.. the sting felt there upon one of her ass cheeks.. she cried out.. her upper body arched.. fuck it hurt.. it was excruciating.. and yet she wanted So much more- .. Fuck.. .. she hissed.. grinding her teeth down.. her breathing coming out in short bursts- .. yes.. .. she’d almost whisper.. her forehead coming back down to press against the tables top.. her heart was throbbing.. the fog in her head was making her want to give in.. making her just want to do everything he desired.. but then he hadn’t gotten her yet.. not completely.. there was still a flicker of her devious self there in play.. - ..please.. .. she whined softly- .. Please can I?.. .. she swallowed..lifting her head once more.. she could smell his blood.. she could smell it on the air.. - .. I need it.. please Chris.. .. her head hung.. she wanted to tell him to sit on it.. to go fuck himself.. she wanted to blurt out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.. but as much as they were on the tip of her tongue.. they couldn’t be urged forward..she whined softly again.. if his finger were indeed before her.. awaiting her.. then she would dart out that tongue of hers.. to slide along its length.. to draw away the bloody that had coated it.. that had settled upon it.. before she would suckle it between her lips.. into the recesses of her heated little mouth.. and suck she would…as more and more of that blood would coat her throat.. her tongue.. sending her.. darker side into the corner like the bad little girl it was.. to turn and face the wall.. snapping her head back to take a breath.. she’d groan.. her body would try to lift from the table.. tugging against those restraints- .. your....her breath hitched.. she was aching terribly..her mind was gone.. she was for all intents and purposes.. his.. - .. your puppet begs you to fuck her.. please.... her forehead came down to rest there upon that splintered table quite harshly.. another shudder rippled through her.. making her writhe back against him-

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh if he were invincible, things would be a bit different that much was for sure. Sadly, he was but a mortal in that way and because of that he had to work three times harder than anyone else he knew just to stay a step ahead of the game as it were. She was a bit right there though, he could kill her as easily as she could kill him and yet somehow they both knew they were damn empty threats. They each had what the other wanted if not needed, he needed a willing and strong bodied sub, and she needed a bastard of a master to get her rocks off. Two sides of the same coin really, and it was because of that they worked well together. Too well perhaps, sometimes a matching like that was dangerous for not only the parties involved, but those around them. When things went sour, and all things do it in time, there would be more victims than just the two who were involved with each other. He simply smirked at her words, tilting his head just so before he replied.*”Well now, isn’t that an interesting claim? I know what you are, the who of it doesn’t matter. After all, I am not your friend, not even an acquaintance. I don’t want to know you. I just want to fuck you. I don’t need to know you to do that, hell, you don’t even have to be a willing participant really. After all, your body will give into me even if you don’t want it too.”*There was that smile, cruel on those full lips, revealing those white teeth in that feral grin. He was right too, and that was the twisted reality of it all. Even if she didn’t want him to fuck her, when she was in this position she had no real choice in the matter. He would gain that upper hand, he always did, and he would force that blood on her against her will if he had to. Once she was all willing and submissive like that, he would use her until he was satisfied and leave her to clean up the mess. It indeed made him a cold son of a bitch, but he never claimed to have a heart now did he? He said he loved his Wife, and in his way he did, but honestly, Love had nothing to do with a heart when one got down to it. Plenty of people loved with them, or without them. It was just a chemical reaction that was completely controlled by the mind, no more, no less. What he found the most amusing of it all though, was the fact that he had NEVER seen anyone deny they were possible of loving just as much as she did. He knew she was lying out between those teeth because he had seen her face the moment he had said what Nautilous told him to say. When Nautilous had refused to come back because there was nothing worth coming back for, she had look utterly crushed. If she didn’t love him, it wouldn’t have mattered one iota if he decided not to come back. No, that day had been all Nautilous needed to see, and Chris had witnessed it as well. She was trying to cover her ass right now, trying to pretend she didn’t have a heart that could ever possibly beat for another person. What a load of shit. He might lie to people, but at least he didn’t lie to himself. He had to wonder, just how long did a person have to lie to themselves before they began to believe it? Because she certainly seemed to believe she didn’t love anyone but herself. Well, let he keep on building layers on her own little fantasy world, he really didn’t care unless it came as a way for him to use it against her in some way. Otherwise he would simply let that topic drop. After all, he wasn’t here to chat much. He had his questions he would get answers to of course, but primarily he just wanted to get his rocks off. It was what drove every action of his hands on her body right now, the way he worked those tits, the way he struck her in all the right places, that tormenting hell of his fingers hitting all the right places but nowhere near enough for her to get off. When she took his fingers into her mouth to suck on them, she was rewarded with a soft chuckle. Surely, she should know better than to trust him after he first learned what his blood could do to her, did do to her. He wanted that submissive side of her to come out and he wasn’t above slipping her whatever he had to, to make it come out. At her words, his fingers slid down her neck, trailing blood down that snow white skin before gripping about her throat suddenly.*”The why of it…is None of your Fucking Business…”*Indeed it didn’t take long at all for that blood of his to take that effect on her. She really didn’t have much of a chance though, not with her nature being what it was. He was an Alpha after all, all masculine and dominance, a true Dom. Because of that, his blood wiped out that Domme side of her and brought the submissive part full to the front for his own personal enjoyment. That hand tightened again for a moment before releasing it to slide down her chest, flicking at those nipples, painting them scarlet, letting that blood work it’s magic on her body. It only worked on thin skin, so nipples, ears, lips, her pussy… All those places he caressed with his blood would make the reactions... Stronger… The sensations would draw out longer. Of course, it was temporary of course, but while it was active, it made for one hell of a fun ride.*”Now don’t be like that… Of course they will. Do you think I would give you a chance to kill my children? You have no idea what I am willing to do to ensure that any child I sire survives. I can just force feed you my blood daily, keeping you all willing and submissive until you go into labor. I’d cut you off completely then, chaining you to a bed the entire time you gave birth and taking my kid. Keep in mind, I don’t want or need you to have any part with it… You’re just my breeding mare, only here for me to mount till I get a foal on you. Just a vessel my pretty puppet, nothing more.”*It was then that he had her saunter to the table, bend over it while he bound her to it quite tightly, giving her just enough slack to move a few inches but nothing more. Her legs didn’t have that option though, she was spread quite wide for him and no amount of wiggling on her part would let those thighs tough. That pussy was split bare before him, open and prettily pink. When she stared to talk about Khorn, he found his brow raising then. He wasn’t familiar with that name, but he was familiar with the God… He started to laugh then, shaking his head slowly from side to side as the darkness there ate up the sound and shifted it, made it colder, darker.*”Is that so… Well, I’ll just have to see about that, won’t I?”

*Another piece of the puzzle fell into place then, another answer…

(23:32:42 )
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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: When he had her where he wanted her, when she was obeying his instructions, only then would he give her what she was begging for. Those fingers would move to hoover in front of her mouth before sliding them across her lips. That thumb and forfinger would catch that bottom lip of hers and pinch it between his fingers hard, making it swell, making it hurt. Only then did he let her suck on them like she would bob on a thick cock, taking that drugged blood with her, letting it hit her system, freeing her, liberating her from the chains of power. He pushed in just a bit farther again, half of his head buried in that tight little snatch, and he wasn’t even close to the thickest part of his cock yet. This was barely even foreplay. The real fun of it all was about to start. As soon as she begged him for it, he leaned down against her, whispering in her ear as his hands gripped her hips with force enough to bruise.*”No…”*That cock which had barely begun to be pushed inside her, not even past the rim of the head, was suddenly gone and he stepped back. He would say nothing, silent on those booted feet as those leather pants clung to his ass, the only think keeping them up. He would sit down casually on a chair, reaching down to remove his boots, first one, then the other, letting them drop to the floor with a heavy thud. He then turned his attention to the little gas lamp in the wall and, after a slight adjustment, sent a very soft glow about the room. Just enough for her to make out some vague shapes, a little pool of light in that very dark room. A drawer would open then, the sound of something large and heavy being removed and settled down atop that dresser. Only then would be begin to speak as he started to pull out tools and other such things, each one making a solid thump, click, rattle, or blank as it was sat down.*”I told you earlier, I believe, that this was going to be…quite different than the last time… Last time was for a purpose, to achieve an end… This time… It’s for my pleasure. You said I was a one trick pony… and very soon you are going to be eating those words. You know what the trademark is for every good Dom, my puppet? His tools… Any man can dominate a woman, that’s all too easy… But to control her, to master her, to make her beg and plead… To break her…Well, that takes intelligence, creativeity…a little bit of, shall we say, ingenuity? I only played with you before Sydel…but tonight I will break you…”*He picked up the first few tools from his rather impressive pile and walked back to where she was strapped to that table. He would bend then, sitting on his heels, his breath cold against her hot core he was so close to her. She would then feel his fingers there, teasing along her skin before he would pull on those sweet netherlips. The next step would be a shock for her before she would find some rather wide, rather large alligator clips clamped about those labia with weights attached to the end. It pulled down on that delicate, sensitive skin, parting her wider as he fastened a thin chain from those weights to the ropes about her thighs. He still wasn’t done though, no, not by a long shot. One he had her spread out so wide not a single atom of her pussy was hidden from him, he attached another gator clip, smaller than the others, on her clit. That too would have a weight on it, but these were more…interesting. The weights were actually thick metal bells, about the size of marbles. A flick of his finger against that clamp sent them ringing, tugging on the flesh of her clit before they would stop swaying on their own. A very heavy mix of pleasured pain that one. If she thought that this was the extent of it, she would find herself quite quickly disillusioned because she would feel a cold metal sphere pressed against that opening he had widened with the tip of his cock. With insistent pressure, he was making her body take that rather large sphere into her cunt till it was swallowed whole.*”What I just did, was put a bell inside you… In India, the courtesans would slide bells just like this inside their cunnies before they got fucked by a customer. A skilled lover, it is said, makes that bell ring with his thrusts. Naturally, it falls out when it gets full of cum and is too heavy to be held in anymore. If a man achieves both of these, he is considered a God and well sought after by women world wide…. I have never failed to make it ring with every thrust, and in my history, I have made women go through multiple bells before I am done. Just wanted you to know a bit of what you will be enduring…”* He stood then behind her, perfectly still, silent enough to make her begin to wonder what he would do next, making every nerve of hers stand at attention. When she got to that point was when he would reach out and viciously slap the flat of his fingers against that ultra-exposed pussy, making the bells on her clit clamp ring and shake, both hurting, and stimulating her clit all at once.*”Now… Again, slave…. What does the puppet want?”*He didn’t give her time to answer before another sharp, stinging slap would collide again with her cunt, feeling the heat coming off of her, the swelling of those labia from the abuse he was just starting to dole out. He walked about the side of the table then, his hand lightly stroking up the side of her cheek before fisting in her hair, pulling her up till she was arched as high as she could go off of that table.*”Move, and I will beat you till you black out… “*He would then slide a pair of matching clamps to her nipples as well, those weighted bells at the end jingling prettily. He pulled each nipple tight as he did so, placing the clamps just behind the soft spongy flehs of the nipple so those sharp teeth would bite into the areola, making her bleed while forcing the blood to go to her nipples. Only then did he step away again, looking down at her as she was all spread out and clamped up like a Christmas turkey.*”The whore can relax now…go ahead…press into that table… The more pressure you put on them, the deeper those clamps will go till they slice those pretty nipples right off… If you want them to stay on…well then I advice to you to keep your back arched just like that… It makes your pussy so much tighter that way… Now… What’s next?... Ah yes, I remember now…”*He went back over to that dresser there and pulled out his newest little toy. He had one made for Quinn as well, so she could get her satisfaction without him hurting her. Of course, the one for Sydel was much thicker, darker, more stylized. It was a glass dildo, the one for her was made in the exact replica of his own cock. He then pressed that cold glass against her cunt, sliding it up to her tight little asshole, lubing it up with her own juices.*”What does Master want, my little slut? Answer right, and you get to pick which hole this goes in…”


...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: .. she was indeed curious as to why he was so hell bent on having more children.. why he continued to bring it up.. it was certainly a turn for events considering the last time they were together he was hoping to the gods she didn’t get pregnant from it.. something had changed.. something was different.. and come hell or high water she was going to figure it out one way or another.. - .. Looking to start your own personal army then?.... her response to his forcing a child upon her.. wether she wanted it or not.. he was well planned in his future.. going to fasten her down for the duration of the birth.. filling her with that blood that dropped her so quickly.. so harshly.. he had been thinking this up for a little while now.. this wasn’t.. new.. she layed there upon that icy cold table.. her breasts crushing against the splintered wood.. she murmured.. his cock was making her ach.. stretching her just that little bit more everytime he pushed further forward.. though he never really got that far.. not even the widest part of the head had managed to slide into those slick wet depths.. before he withdrew.. her shoulders sunk.. her body just fell.. she whined softly in response to his wording.. her forehead hit the table.. her lids clenching closed.. a shattered breath soon made its way out.. he was fucking with her.. and it was driving her insane.. she listened to him as he shifted across the room.. her head turned a little.. - .. please.... she whispered softly.. her cheek soon pressed to the wood as she watched his silhouette.. soon the room took on that soft orange glow.. the lantern being strummed to life.. it wasn’t as clear as day but she could at least see where he was.. and every so often one of his features would come into play.. she began to chew into her abused lower lip.. still tasting his blood upon her tongue.. he appeared to be toying around within a drawer or a cupboard.. removing objects.. things that made interesting sounds.. other things that appeared to be.. quite heavy.. it made her body shudder.. curiosity was causing her to burn.. to heat up.. he was right in his words.. it took a great man to be able to break a woman.. fucking was just that.. fucking.. anyone could do it.. the bodies were made for it.. certainly didn’t take a rocket scientist to work that out.. breaking someone down to their base level was something different entirely.. her dominant side was soon put to rest.. his blood having made its way throughout her petite body.. rewiring her mind.. her brain.. placing her little submissive self in its place.. this wasn’t new to her.. this wasn’t a subset of her persona that was under everything.. that cropped up when her kink desired it.. this was Sydel.. before she was changed.. this was how she was with Ace.. subdued.. a little on the.. shy side.. - .. yes Sir.. .. she murmured as her eyes closed over.. she allowed the silence of the room to calm her shattered nerves..to ..settle her a little.. to help her find her.. center.. sharply pointed ears would twitch when she heard him moving.. heard him crossing the room.. his breath told her exactly where he was.. down between her well parted thighs.. his breath was ice cold as it brushed against that slick wet slit.. she rolled her frame a little.. taing in a sudden breath.. she would have lifted her ass.. but she was so heavily restrained she was unable.. so instead she lifted her upper body.. turning her head to look back down to him..t o try and see just what he was up to it would be then that she’d begin to feel that metal.. those clips.. fastening those vice like grips upon her.. the weights soon following.. and then one upon her clit.. well she responded rather vocally to that one.. throwing her head back as she groaned.. her toes curled under.. her feet shifted upward as she tugged against those bindings.. a shudder rippled along the length of her.. the mixture of pleasure and pain was simply exsquisite.. addicting.. she just wanted more.. So much more.. the sphere though made her entire body stiffen.. she froze as she felt that bell being slid inside her.. stretching her a touch.. a long deep breathy moan occurred.. she was writhing.. she was wriggling as best she could upon that table.. causing the thin shards of wood to pierce into her perfectly pale flesh.. she hissed at his explanation

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...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: .. before a shrill cry would develop.. he had slapped against her wide open slit.. those tiny bells rang out so true.. why to anyone watching it would be quite a delightful sound.. to her though it just made her feel so weak.. she’s lucky she wasn’t standing.. her knees would have surely buckled.. she shuddered once more.. - ..you Sir.. .. she murmured.. forcing her hips down harder upon the tables edge.. .. her fingers curled against their own bindings.. tugging upon the restraints once more- .. she wants you to fuck her.. she wants you to use her .. .. her forehead pressed down to the table once more and she did her best to regain a little composure.. trying to force her breathing into something a bit more.. rhythmic.. though she was failing miserably.. afterall everytime she moved.. even an inch she’d feel a sharp sting.. skirting that fine line between pleasure and pain..she didn’t expect him to be beside her.. let alone grabbing her hair like that.. her breath hitched loudly as he forced her up on an awkward angle.. her breasts hanging loose there as he attached those tiny little clamps.. each one biting into her dusky pink skin.. she groaned.. her lids opened properly and she looked up to him there.. clearly a pleading.. wanton.. lustfilled gaze.. there was so much metal on her.. more than she had ever really had before.. she could feel its pleasurable weight.. when he said she could relax she did.. well for a little bit.. until she felt those clamps cutting into her and she’d arch right back up again.. it ached.. it hurt keeping herself in that position.. but as much as she adored the pain.. the pleasure.. she wasn’t about to loose her nipples over it.. that smooth glass dildo.. sliding up and down her slit.. coating it with her ..an easy task indeed with just how wet she had become.. and he’d barely done a thing to her really.. her body was good at that.. betraying her.. her mouth might have said one thing.. but her body said something different entirely.. she so desperately wanted to buck up against it when it circled her ass.. .. ..He wants answers.. He wants power.. he wants to break his puppet down till she is nothing more than a puddled mess upon the floor.. he wants revenge.. he wants what he wants.. when he wants it.. he deserves pleasure in its rawest forms.. .. her voice was very little above a whisper… her breath continued to hitch and catch.. she was unable to control it with how she was feeling.. that pressure within her was rising quite rapidly.. and he hadn’t even fucked her yet- .. his puppet knows full well it’s his choice where he puts his toys.. . she exhaled long and deep-

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *If she had perhaps asked the right questions, he might have told her just why his position had changed on getting her pregnant. But she wasn’t asking the right questions, the first half of their conversation was full of her denying everything and her position on children. The second half…well, she was a bit beyond any rational thought right now, his blood and her current position being all too much for her to really form any sort of rational thought honestly. No, she was far and away too gone to realize that the entire time she had been asking far too many of the wrong questions, and no where near enough of the right ones. Pity for her too, because her chance for doing so were already out the window and he doubted she would recall any of these oddities in time to form a question. She wasn’t the kind to remember things like this, they weren’t important, weren’t interesting enough for her little mind to latch onto. Her question did make him grin though. A personal army? Far from it… More like…. A perfect vessel… He only needed one, but if he got twins on her, well at least he had a spare in case things didn’t work out to plan. He really did have it all planned out honestly, down to a T honestly. It was his style to ensure everything had a plan a, b, and c in case life happens as it so often will and set aside the best laid plans. It was why he always ran multiples, the better to hedge his chances of complete success.*”No, nothing quite like that. It would take too long, years really, and what’s the fun in that? No… I only want one, but if you fuck up and give me two, well, there is always a spare then… Interesting though that you mention that… Are you offering yourself up for breeding stock, my little slut puppet? If so I might just add you to stable… Maybe.”*He was continuing to fuck with her, torturing her, teasing her with his cock, never giving her what she wanted but having it close enough to make her whine. Even better was the fact that in her current position, she couldn’t even move to try and sink his cock into her. He was in full and utter control, and she was about to have her first run in with a true master. When she said please, that hand flashed out like a whip, slapping the upper swell of her ass this time with enough force to break skin and cause his own hand to sting a bit. He tilted his head, not quite pleased with the muddied outline of his hand. Too much of a downward drag on that one. He grinned viciously before laying another slap, just as hard but cleaner, leaving a perfect outline of those long, skilled fingers of his.*”I don’t believe I gave it permission to speak… apparently it hasn’t learned it’s lesson yet. I’ll change that before this night is out…”*Oh he had packed his entire arsenal for tonight, after all, he had one hell of a bad itch he needed scratching, and he wasn’t about to half ass it or speed through it for a quick high. No… He wanted so much more than that, and he never forbade himself what he wanted. He wanted Quinn, and so he took her. Falling in love with her was not what he had planned, but some things just happen that way. It was rather funny that, the fact that because he loved her, he was forced to cheat on her. Still, he was never one to complain about things like this, it was just something he needed to do, and so he did it. Besides, some of the toys had been made specifically with her in mind, for use on that alabaster body and only on that body. Those clamps for instance, were for her and her alone. He wanted to spread her wide like how she was now, bare, naked, and vulnerable. He was going to break her, he was not jesting, not boasting when he had said that. When she came off the high of his blood, she would probably hate him, but she wouldn’t be able to deny what had happened. Once he was done with her, it wouldn’t matter if she was on his blood or not, she would submit just by using a few words, a select tone. This was the key difference between Nautilous and Himself… Nautilous was trained in pleasure yes, no man knew more about it than he did… But that was the issue… It was pleasure… Nautilous knew how to manipulate, but not break. Nautilous did not know how to master, only seduce. He had never been trained to Dominate, and because of that he suffered. Chris would have taught him this part of his world, but if the letter was true, all bets were well and truly off. Part of this was because of that letter, a strike at the only thing that mattered to Nautilous… His wife. The fact that she was an enjoyable fuck, well, that was just the frosting on the proverbial cake. That sir though…ah, music to his ears. She could be such a wonderful little fuck puppet when she knew her place, and wasn’t that part of the goal tonight? It was all he thought about at these moments, when he fastened each clamp, each weight, each restraint and bell… He heard her groan in pleasure as he fastened the one on her clit, and he made a note to avoid stimulating it. He didn’t want her to cum from too much friction after all… When she did, and he knew it was unavoidable for her with him fucking her, it would only be with his permission, and only after he felt she had suffered and begged enough for that release. When that bell slid into her, he saw each little muscle grow tighter as it’s weight made it sink into her, deeper and deeper into her pussy till it rested against her cervix. Then he had slapped her cunt, felt his hand come away nearly soaking wet, her cry quite lovely in that room. He was quite grateful he had the place warded to the nines… This wasn’t even a warm up, simply setting the stage and already she was moaning and crying out. What would she do when he really began to fuck her? Her answer was wrong though, and she would suffer for it. His fingers hooked around those chains that were attached to the clamps at her pussy and tugged on them suddenly, violently, causing the clamps to bite down viciously on that tender skin, ripping it, making her bleed before he would stand up, reaching onto the table by her ass and adding two more weights, an added one on each side, pulling that pussy even wider, even tighter. The skin over her clit would be super tight now, especially with the clamp on it as it was. He knew the second he entered her, she would cum, and she didn’t earn the right just yet.*”Wrong… I already HAVE you to fuck, I’ve already gotten that, and that is not what I want…”* his hand came down again on that already abused flesh of her ass in another vicious slap. Then he had moved about her side, clamping those wonderful little vicious biters on her nipples, watching her struggle. The way she moved to try and relax, to take the easy way out was quickly changed when she felt the trick of those specific clamps. He chuckled low in his throat then, watching her keep that pose.*

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He had to admit, he enjoyed watching her in that position, ass up in the air as she was arching over that nasty little table. She could reach the sides and grip the ledge when he started fucking her, in all honesty she would have to or risk loosing a nipple or both when she gave into it. A slave was not there for her own pleasure, she was only there for her Masters. She had no right to relax, her main and sole purpose of breathing was for the simple act of his satisfaction. Those words on her lips were lovely, really, quite the melody on her whispered breath. She was getting closer… but still off. She wasn’t broken yet, but she was near fully submitted. So near the cusp really, almost perfect for this stage. He was enjoying coating that glass dildo with her sex potion, running it back and forth from ass to cunt and back again, slicking her up like a damn slip and slide as the glass slowly began to warm. At the end, well now, that had been a true and proper answer, and because of that, he would reward her. He set the dildo there on the crack of her ass before his hands would spread those abused cheeks, revealing her pink little star to his gaze. She was wet cunt wise, but would she be able to handle what was next? He doubted it. She would need a bit of…additional help… He released his grip on her ass, followed by a double slap of both hands on her cheeks, setting those bells to ringing again with the force of his hands. He left here there, crossing over again to pick up that bottle of cinnamon oil. Funny thing about the stuff is that when it comes in contact with skin, it warms the flesh, makes it more sensitive, more receptive to…well… everything. He popped the top and picked up that dildo with his free hand, and slowly began to drop that oil down the crack of her ass, letting it roll down her skin before it would come to pool on against the star of her ass. He would then rest the head of that dildo against that super tight hole, rolling it there, lubing up both of them while torturing her with that sensation.*”I want you to beg me to get you pregnant… I want to hear you screaming for it, pleading with me to plan my seed so deep in you that you can’t help but carry my child… I ask it again… What does the Master want, you pathetic little fuck puppet?”*When he felt she was suitably oiled up, her sphincter properly lubed and the oil working it heating magic, he would slowly begin to push the head of that dildo into her ass, spreading her tight little star. He didn’t bother prepping her as he might have with another person, that was not the goal of this game tonight. He would break her, and you don’t go gentle when you break a stallion to saddle, no more than you go gentle when you break a woman. You dominate, you master, you control, you consume… You show no mercy, no kindness, no compassion. You show no pleasure without the explicit use of it as a reward for proper behavior. The oil did well though, he didn’t rip her skin, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to feel a good deal of pain from something as large as the glass replica of his cock sinking into that hole of hers. He continued to push it in slowly, excruciatingly so, drawing out each pain filled second before he had the whole head of it in her ass. He then began to rotate it, causing the head of that dildo to spin and rotate inside of her like a baker mixing dough. It was stretching her out wonderfully, preparing her for what was to come. All the while, he continued to pour drop after drop of that oil down her ass crack till it began to slide over her cunt, heating it up as if it were being burned. He would continue on this until she gave in, saying what he wanted her to say, what he told her he wanted to hear. Only then would he work that cock deeper down into her ass, sinking more of that cinnamon lube down into her forbidden depths. He got about half way down before he tilted it, angling it to hit right against her prostate, a pleasured core few people knew about and even fewer knew how to work. Teasingly slow, he would begin to pull it out again, drawing it across that nerve ended ball of pleasure.*”Does the slut puppet want more? What is she willing to do for it? What does she want her Master to do, hmm? Answer me that…”


...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: .. and he continued on.. talking about children.. this time though he gave her that little bit more information.. that he was only after one.. just the one child.. just what did that mean?.. she wanted to question him.. she wanted to delve into his mind and figure out all the answers.. but by the time be had brought it up her mind was in a complete tangle.. she was gone.. lost in that submissive sea.. so to speak.. he felt that rough hard slap.. it made the soft plump flesh of her ass ripple a little.. she arched out.. her head rocked back and she hissed through gritted down teeth.. clenching her eyes closed.. they were beginning to become rather.. watery.. though it was not tears.. it was just from the pain of it all.. from the anxiety.. the pleasure.. the over abundance of emotions and sensations.. her body felt as though it was on fire.. and then he hit her again.. in the same spot no less.. this time though she cried out.. such a shrill loud cry.. fuck did it sting.. such a white hot strike of pain.. shooting through her body as a whole.. she shuddered.. swallowing down heavily before dropping her head to the table top.. her chest was rising and falling so rapidly.. her breathing was deep.. hard.. as if she were panting.. she was having trouble catching it.. she didn’t know she had given him the wrong answer.. he wasn’t as vocal about it as he usdually was.. no he preferred to tell her through other means.. like tugging upon those small chains.. she stiffened and groaned as they began to bite into that precious sensitive skin.. the blood pooling to the surface.. begging to break free.. she bit down hard into her lower lip.. groaning as that ache hit her.. she was skirting on that fine line between pure pleasure and horrific pain.. her body shuddered involuntarily..her shoulders fell and lifted as she was doing her best to remain in that upright position.. her mind was gone.. a complete mess.. her body being attacked in numerous spots.. her nipples aches gloriously.. her pussy was undeniably slick.. hot.. wet.. and stinging as it dealt with the weight on both the ouside and the inside.. she murmured in response to that glass dildo sliding between her ass cheeks.. he was teasing her.. she whimpered.. before he once more moved away from her.. turning back to his little bag of tricks.. returning with some oil.. of some sort.. she couldn’t be entirely certain but the felt it when it struck her.. dribbling down between those cheeks.. leaving a long slippery line.. her breath drew inward as she felt the heat that came soon after.. oh it was simply delicious.. it was So hot.. like she was sitting a little to close to a bonfire.. but fuck was that tingling pleasant.. that sting.. it awakened her mind a little..she felt his hand.. sliding up and down.. making sure that oil was well worked against that sensitive flesh..before he began to press that overtly large cock into her.. inch by precious inch.. though he wasn’t being nice about it.. he wasn’t making sure she was comfortable.. he was doing this..for him.. her head rocked back.. her eyes rolled and she groaned.. her body as a whole tensed visibly.. her legs pulled against those bindings.. it was clear her body was having trouble dealing with the pain.. dealing with the sudden onset of torment.. she sliced down into her lower lip.. her own blood trickling down her chin.. dribbling onto the table..she jerked.. she shuddered.. a cry sounding when he began to turn it.. to tug against the inside of her.. to pull upon her.. - .. Yes.. god yes.. Sir.. .. she groaned.. hissing she was unable to hold those tears back this time as they made their way down her cheeks.. tracing along her jawline before they would meet the bloodied puddles there.. - .. please Sir.. .. she swallowed.. her breath hitching.. her voice.. that usual soft.. sultry tone replaced with something so much darker.. something.. deeper.. she knew full well that relaxing her body would make this easier on her ass.. but she couldn’t bring herself to.. that glass cock was undeniably large.. her ass was.. quite small compared.. - .. I beg of you.. .. she exhaled.. hissing through her teeth.. that oil only made things so much worse.. when it collided with her already assaulted stretched out ass.. it stung like a bitch.. she cried out.. dropping her head back to the table.. her chest heaving.. as she gasped for breath- .. I beg of you to make me bare one of your children.. … she swallowed..turning her head.. an effort to look back to him there.. though she couldn’t see much at all.. her gaze was.. hazey at best.. - .. your puppet wants you to get her pregnant.. .. her forehead collided with the hard table.. her upper body soon following before she felt those clamps slicing into her already hardened nipples and she jerked back.. arching swiftly.. quickly as she groaned.. she couldn’t relax.. she couldn’t settle.. she had to remain in that cat like pose.. that tight little position that gave him only the best view of her.. the curve of her frame.. those tits.. that ass.. all of it.. on display in the way he wanted..she tensed once more when he angled that cock within her.. her shoulders lowered and she moaned so deeply.. - .. yes Sir.. more please.. your puppet will do anything for you.. anything..

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh he would give her tidbits, little morsels of information here and there as it suited him to divulge them. However, she didn’t need to know what was going on, the reasons and the whys behind his choices. A slave did not question, did not wonder, did not get curious as to the reasons behind the Masters actions. They simply did as they were told and left the bigger things to those who were meant to handle it. After all, this night was not for her, but for him. He wanted her, it was quite plain really and he had stopped trying to deny himself what he craved. She didn’t want a relationship of a romantic sense no more than he did, rather he wanted it for the pure, carnal sexuality of it all. She was in the same boat as he was, needing that outlet but not having it in the way they needed. He had also known that there was no way in hell that he would tolerate that mouthy bitch she so often liked being, that catty little pain in the ass who thought she was Gods gift to man. Honestly, when she wasn’t like this, his willing little puppet, he couldn’t stand her. She grated on his nerves like nails on a chalk board. So, like all things in his life, he sought to make it so it suited him, and that required breaking her. Now, some men might like her fighting spirit, enjoy that devilish attitude but not him. He wanted her in a very specific way, for a very specific purpose and for that he knew he would need to show her exactly who was boss, and who was the slave. Hence the toys, the torture, the brutality of the entire thing. Pleasure was pain and pain was pleasure, there was no way to separate the two and it was insanity to try. Rather than pretend it was all sunshine and rainbows, he chose to do something better, and embrace it for all it was worth, all it could be, all it was. He used pain to bring pleasure, and was just as capable of making pleasure turn into pain. Such was his skill and ability, his mastery over sex. When he laid his hand out over her ass with that fierce sting not once, but twice, it was punishment for the wrong answer, but also to heighten every other sensation that he was wringing from her body with the toys, with his words, with his beatings. He wasn’t going to tell her what was right and what was wrong, he wasn’t going to make it that easy for her, not at all. She would learn right quickly just what it meant to give him the wrong answer, what the punishment was for not paying attention to her masters desires. He had explained to her in those moments afterwards what he wanted to hear her say, what she needed to say if she didn’t want more weight added to those pussy lips of hers. It was then that he began to prep her ass for the hard fucking it was going to be getting, using that cinnamon oil for it’s double use as both a heating element as well as lube. Her words earned a reward, she had used the proper tone, wording, everything… She was allowed to feel pleasure after all, it let him know what he already suspected, that she was getting quite high on this. Her reward was his hand, slick and oily from the lube would slip around to lightly stroke about her honeyed little cave. He would lightly tap his finer over that hole there, covering the gap perfectly while each little tap would cause a sweet stinging that went well with the heat she would be feeling from the oil.*”Yes, that’s a good fuck puppet… Good little slaves get rewards, bad ones get punished…”*That finger would continue to tap around that tight hole, stroking, teasing as he would just ever so slightly slip the tip of his finger in while he worked on her ass. He could feel her getting tight, and he wouldn’t want to pass up this opening he now had. After all, the tighter she was, the better it was going to be. He just had to hold out, to wait for her to start begging him for what he wanted her to say. Hearing it from her lips made his balls sieze up something fierce, made him groan with pleasure as he slid his fingers inside her suddenly, not one, not two, but three. He hooked them, using them to stroke her walls while she begged. He would only finger fuck her for a few moments before he took it to another stage entirely. He gathered up more of that lube on his fingers and reached around to give a generous helping of that hot, stinging oil over her nipples, just for that amusing little effect it would have on her. He would growl out to her, his voice primal, demanding, masterful and utterly, completely compelling. He had her… She was breaking… All he had to do now was show her just how worth it it was to give up to him, to surrender to his will in all things he desired. *”So be it then… Be it tonight, tomorrow, or a month, I don’t care… You won’t leave this room till you’re pregnant…. Every day I am going to be here, fucking you, loading you down with so much cum you can’t move without it squirting out of your cunt like a white geyser.”* He reached around to her front then, sliding a finger through the loop of the bells attached to her clit and hooking it there on his finger. At the same time, he shoved the full, thick, hard, throbbing shaft of his cock into her with one vicious, brutal thrust. He wasn’t going to let her off so easily though, no, not quite so. While he shoved into her cunt with all the force capable of him, and it was quite a bit, he also shoved that glass cock up her ass as well. If she were aware enough, she could hear and feel his cock colliding with the bell he had put inside her, hearing it tinkle musically inside her hot wet cunt. He growled with approval on hearing it, and set about torturing her in a way she would never forget. Each thrust of his cock would be met with a tug on that clit clamp, setting the bell inside her as well as outside her ringing in unison while he set an opposite pattern for the cock in her ass. She was essentially getting double plugged, for each entrance of his cock, the glass one in her ass would be pulling out. This gave her a constant, non-stop friction on her clit, g-spot, and prostate all in one go. Each thrust was vicious, sudden, but the pace was slow, denying her the fast hard fuck that would send over over the edge.*”Yes… You’re my good little fuck puppet aren’t you? Always listening to her Master… You are not permitted to cum without asking me first. If you do, you will be punished. I will pump you full of jizz when you start cumming, making your body soak it all up like the slutty little whore you are… Then when I am done, I am going to fuck that little ass of yours after I properly gape it out… I’ll make you come that way too, again, only when I give you permission… Do I make Myself clear?”

(05:57:51 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: . Oh he was well and truly right.. she did not want a relationship, not at all.. it was not something she had been looking for.. all candles and love cards.. all jewellery, gifts and holding hands.. she watched it in the cities she passed through.. she played upon it quite often and would lure the youth in with promises of heartfelt cuddles and loving porch light kisses.. only to gut them the moment she got them alone.. getting all rather stabbity on their bleeding hearts.. so no.. she did not look for.. nor expect romance from him.. she didn’t want him for that.. he had caught her attention that time on his own property when he.. more or less topped her.. his speed.. his agility.. and that crop.. oh heavens.. it took a strangle hold upon her ..made her see him in a completely different light.. but that time in the forest.. well.. that was something she wouldn’t soon forget…her head tilted a little as he began to reward her.. those fingers of his sliding down between her well parted thighs.. teasing around that tight little hole of hers.. tormenting her as he dipped it just inside her.. only to have it withdraw and circle once again.. she whimpered.. she whined softly.. that glass shaft in her ass was causing that dull ache.. the cinnamon oil was making her shudder as the stinging continued to strike her.. over and over and over again.. she was chewing on the corner of her lip.. her fingers flexing and curling as they tugged against the bindings.. he had her in the perfect position really.. right where he wanted her.. her mind was lost.. her body was open.. he could do whatever he so desired.. she had no strength in her to decline .. to deny him anything.. she was thoroughly hypnotised.. she only offered him a quiet little murmur when he said she was in the good books so to speak.. when he said she would be rewarded.. she already knew he would strike her if she spoke out of turn..so she wasn’t willing to chance it again.. her ass cheeks were already so very red and raw..her lips parted wide.. her body stiffened and she arched even tighter when he shoved those three fingers deeply into her.. she groaned.. her breath came out in short sharp bursts.. gods it was.. incredible.. there were no words for the assault on her senses.. his hand upon her tits.. upon those swollen globes of flesh .. those tightly wound clamps biting into the perfectly pale flesh.. causing them to redden.. to become.. a nice shade of pink.. the oil made her sting.. made her tug against the cotton once more.. she jerked a little.. a shudder.. a shake.. she heard his demands.. how she wasn’t to leave the premises.. he was going to hold her there… until she was with child.. he was going to fill her.. to stretch her.. to ruin her until he had what he so desired.. until he had gotten her pregnant.. she swallowed.. her arms began to shake.. her shoulders dipping as those clamps began to drag against the table.. causing that sharp pain to hit her.. to strike her.. his fingers were stirring her.. were forcing her closer and closer to that inevitable cliffs edge.. if he continued like this she was sure to climax.. she was sure to cum.. and she wasn’t certain she’d be able to hold back quite so easily.. she hadn’t been toyed with in this kind of fashion for a while.. fuck if she wasn’t higher than a kite right now.. with or without his blood.. - .. yes Sir.. .. she cried out.. in response to him holding her up as his own personal breeding mare.. ready to be plugged full of his cum when he so desired it.. which at this point of time.. was every day until she fell.. she had no choice in the matter.. it would certainly be interesting when she woke from the spell she was under.. to see just how well she was going to take this.. little tid bit of information.. she hated being caged up.. hated it more than admitting fault.. and she never ever Admit fault.. she felt him reaching down between her thighs once more.. sliding his thick fingers down to hook onto that loop.. before he without warning just shoved the length of his thick hard cock into her.. and she just about screamed.. her head rocked back.. her lips parted wide.. eyes clenched closed..such an abrubt.. violent assault upon her body.. the bell sounding circled her mind with every horrific thrust he pushed into her.. every single one just made her groan.. made her cry out.. made her shudder and shake beneath him.. and then he started on her ass.. working against himself.. one being inside.. one withdrawing.. she hissed.. she growled.. she groaned and cried.. the pain was nearly unbearable.. the pleasure was exotic.. addictive.. she wanted it.. she wanted more of it.. though at the rate he was going.. he was about to split her in two.. his pace was dragging however.. so she could feel every single inch of his cock.. every vein.. every pulse.. every thing.. his cock was unmistakable.. she was growing to know it.. to learn it.. the way it tugged upon her insides.. the way it stretched her that little bit wider every time.. she wasn’t able to accommodate it properly like she would someone elses.. every thrust was met with her body forcing against it.. as if it knew.. it didn’t belong.. she listened to his voice as it sunk into her like knives.. it vibrated down deeply into the very core of her.. he was going to make her hold back.. withholding that climax.. which the very thought of it made her whimper.. made her whine and tear down further into her lower lip..- .. yes Sir.. .. she murmured.. when he asked of her if she was his good little fuck puppet- . yours.. always listening.. .. she swallowed.. it was growing harder to get those words out.. to get them to come to the surface as the pressure built within her- .. yes Sir.. I will not cum without asking . she paused when his cock speared her once more.. her upper body arching fiercly as she hissed - ..permission.. always.. permission.. .. she whined..- .. perfectly clear Sir.. perfectly..

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *If he had to be honest about the moment she caught his attention, it would have to have been the time he fucked her in the woods. Originally , he had taken it on just like any other job, might be a bit interesting, might learn a little something, but nothing more than that. He hadn’t expected her to be such a kinky little thing, no more than he had thought that she would take all he would dish out, and like it. No… Liking it was a little too vanilla for how she responded. She thrived under his brutality, she responded to it like a cat does when they get stroked, they just go bat shit for it. If he were to admit it, she seemed to love it like nothing else, like the pain was the only way she could experience the pleasure side of sex. In all honesty, he could understand that all too well. He couldn’t really…enjoy himself fully if he wasn’t Mastering someone, dominating them like the pathetic little humans they were to him. Sure, he could orgasm, get a brief flash of pleasure but it was so damned watered down compared to the intensity things like this brought him. This right here, oh now this got his rocks of Very nicely! Having someone who could take all he had to dish out, having her spread out on that table, forced to maintain that position to experience some very vicious pain indeed. He hadn’t been able to use toys like this in well over a decade, and he had to admit, there was nothing sexier in the entire world that what he was seeing right now in front of him. Those clamps were super tight on her skin, pinching those delicate little lips of her, making them swell, to bruise, to become ultra sensitive. The way he had them rigged had pulled them open as far as her skin would allow, leaving nothing to the imagination as to just how delicately she was formed down there. The weights on it were just that much better too honestly, they caused all those nerve ending to fire with every shift of her weight and every movement she made and that he caused her to have when he hit her. That little clamp on her clit was an added bonus, he loved known that soon, very soon when he finally felt she had broken enough to where she would have earned his cock, she would start ringing for him. Each thrust he would push into her would cause those clamps to move, the one on her clit would stimulate her and him both all at the same time. The ones on her nipples, well, that was just for her posturing. It kept her tight and rigid, making her pussy clench all the more and grip his cock when he fucked her. He wanted her to keep that perfect position too, wanted to watch her strain and feel each muscle begin to burn from the strain on it. It was all for his pleasure, but he knew that as much as he enjoyed it, she did too in that twisted little way of hers. When she had given him the proper answers and he began to finger bang her, he had to admit he knew she would be pushing him out in no time flat. She was tight, tighter than she had been in the woods somehow, despite the idea he had that she had been getting fucked on the regular by Nautilous. It was going to be the tightest fit he ever had, even Quinn in all her virginal glory wouldn’t compare to this. Quinn had been willing, virginal but hot for him, ready for his cock. Sydel was however a bit different because the stinging, the torture, the pain was making her tighter than any virgin could ever hope to be. It was because of that he felt his balls clenching, aching, wanting to unload within only a few moments of being inside her as he would be soon. Indeed, when she had cried out that ‘Yes Sir’ it had gotten him more than a bit eager. It was why he had entered her so viciously, so suddenly. He couldn’t help it, the sound of her screaming out, begging him to knock her up was such a turn on it was making him loose his mind just a bit. He had begun to fuck her in those slow, sudden strokes that would drive her mad. Quick and sudden on entrance, slow and with a slight rotation on the exit, always ensuring that cock in her ass was going the exact opposite so that there was never a single second of her precious little holes that wasn’t getting fucked. He could hear it, that sweet musical ringing as his cock hit that bell so deep inside her, each trust making him pull on that clit clamp so that he was stimulating her that way as well. That was rather the goal really, to make her cum. He wanted to make her beg for his cum because that would be his stipulation. He had told her that she had to ask permission for it and that reason would be the fact that he wanted to cum in her the second she started orgasming. The reason why was rather scientific at its core, a woman was more likely to get pregnant if she came during sex because her cervix sucks up that cum quite greedily. The other part was because it felt so fucking good to cum, feeling those tight pussy walls squeezing the ever living shit out of his cock. He started to loose it there at the end, hearing those words, knowing that he had broken her then, the way she was addressing him as Sir. Then that body, that tight fucking hole. He growled lowly in his throat, reaching down to grip her ass before giving that slightly less abused cheek a solid slap.*”Fuck puppet, you have the best pussy I have ever fucking had… Can you feel it, the way your tight little cunt is triyng to push me out because I’m so big you can’t take it like your run of the mill cock. Now, how about we push you to the point of cumming, shall we? I can’t wait to feel you spasm and suck my cock with your pussy walls.”*He shoved the last of that glass dildo up her ass, letting the large round base keep it from siding all the way into her. It was heavy and thick enough to feel good even without him moving it. He had…better things to focus on. He released her clit bells as well, letting them hang free and bounce, swining with every thrust of his hips. His now free hands would slice up her body to rest over her tits. A simple adjustment on the bars beneath those clamps had them set where she could now move them and not worry about losing a nipple. He began to work those tits again, gripping them fiercely with his hands till her tits spilled out the gaps between his fingers, his hips picking up the pace so there was only the sound of her cries, their breathing, and the tinkling of the bells. Those fingers of his would find the clamps on her tits then and begin to jerk her nipples, hard and full of blood from what he had put there. He was struggling now, trying to keep himself in check, to keep from unloading his first orgasm into her. He had more than one in him for sure, he had at least three thick, juicy loads to pump into her before he started shooting blanks.*

(09:10:52 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: .. she needed this.. more than she of course was willing to admit.. just how long had it been before Nautilous returned?.. perhaps longer than she thought.. and it showed when they coupled up.. and she climaxed extraordinarily quickly.. she enjoyed it yes.. who wouldn’t.. an orgasm after all was its own little form of bliss.. it was however fleeting.. as quickly as it came.. or.. well she did.. it lasted a short time before reality would once more sink in.. and she’d go back to craving something.. deeper.. one had to wonder now.. just how much if any of his blood remained in her system.. her body was running so hot.. so hard .. her heart was throbbing.. beating so quickly there within the confines of her chest.. was it still there? And in enough supply to keep her in this softened submissive state.. or had it gone.. and he had truly broken her?.. those bells continued to ring in her mind.. growing louder and louder as he fucked her harder and harder.. slowly sliding that thick rod like length in and out of her.. her inner walls tugging fiercely upon his shaft.. making it harder for him to just shove it into her over and over.. he actually had to put a bit more effort in than he would have to normally.. he felt divine.. even with the ache.. even with the pain he was causing as he tormented her body.. her fingers managed to gain a grip upon the sides of the table.. as she held herself up in that arched position.. her breasts bounced.. swinging at his every thrust.. making those tiny metal clips bite her.. she felt almost instant relief when he released them just a little.. her muscles were up until this point screaming at her.. she wouldn’t have been able to remain up there for much longer.. and it would have meant sacrificing those perfect little nipples of hers.. her upper body hit the deck hard.. the splinters piercing through the skin as she groaned.. she hissed and she writhed.. or.. she tried.. her thighs were pulled so taut.. so firmly that she wasn’t able to do much more than wriggle her toes.. her breasts felt so heavy being crushed against the table beneath her.. all the blood had rushed to them.. her skin shuddered.. soon after flooding with Goosebumps.. the constant assault on her pussy.. her ass.. was driving her insane.. even if the blood had burned out of her.. the attack was fogging up her mind completely.. - .. it’s yours Sir.. .. she whined in response to his complement on her having the best pussy he had ever had.. - .. yes Sir.. I can.. .. she groaned.. feeling him shove that glass cock all the way into her ass.. right to its thicker hilt so it wouldn’t go any further.. the pain was exquisite in that it was horrific.. she arched her upper body.. her head rocked back .. hissing at him.. she had been stretched out so widely.. trying her best to accommodate his width.. his length.. she continued to visibly shudder and shake before him.. he had to pick up on that she wouldn’t be able to last much longer if he kept it up..- .. yes Sir.. I can feel it.. I .. she hesitated .. another moan surfacing.. she was unable to hold them back..- .. you’re so big.. too big.. .. she cried out when he released those bells.. letting them hang and bounce.. they easily began to swing in rhythm with his movements.. tormenting that ultra sensitive hood in the process- .. for me.. not like anyone else.. .. she swallowed harshly.. her mouth was becoming quite dry from the panting.. from the lack of breath.. she was completely lost by this stage.. she was gone.. just a shell of her former self as he began to fuck her in earnest.. reaching to grab at her bouncing tits.. his nails.. his hands were so tight.. so violent in how they held her.. - .. please Sir.. Please.. .. she whined.. her voice had risen in its pitch.. her inner walls were beginning to restrict.. to pulse around his cock.. her legs tugged against the bindings and she gripped that table ever so tightly- .. your puppet begs to cum.. please Sir.. .. she banged her head down upon the tables splintered surface.. anything to try and get her mind on something else.. a strike of pain.. anything.. as she knew it was getting harder and harder for her to hold back.. she was on the very cusp of climax.. and his extraordinary skills with his cock were.. so masterful.. her shoulders rolled back.. her body stiffened - .. please Sir.. .. she pleaded with him.. desperately.. -




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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *He could hear every beat of her heart right there in that dark little chest of hers, beating just as hard as his own was. Honestly, he hadn’t felt his heart seize up like this forever, this harsh, hard beating that was out of his control. It felt so damn good too, the way it made him feel like his skin was too tight, the pressure building up in his veins sending that blood pumping hard and fast through his body. The only time he ever felt anywhere near this alive was when he lost control of himself, became the beast he was cursed as and rampaged about, destroying entire territories before his bloodlust was slaked for the moment. This was an outlet, a way to relieve that gnawing urge deep down inside himself that was ever present, ever active, ever riding him like a cruel spur under his skin. It was never completely gone, this desire to cause pain, to dominate, to control… It was as constant as his heartbeat, as constant as his need to breathe, but this right here, it quieted it for a while. He would be able to return to Quinn when he was done with this, be back to himself and remain peaceful and more the man she knew… Well, at least for a while anyways. He knew the better this little slut before him wrapped herself around his cock, the better she pleased him, the more often he would crave it like a drug. It didn’t help matters that she was so god damned kinky too, so open to everything that could bring pleasure. There was no closed doors with her, no safe words, no restrictions or boundaries. It was all fair game with her, and she was down and game for it All… What kind of a sick bastard like himself could resist such a willing little fuck slut? He could try, force breaks between visits, deny himself, but he would cave in eventually. Perhaps that was another reason why he was so bent on breaking her tonight, making her his in more ways than just a hole to fuck. He knew he was going to get addicted, she fed him so very well that there was no denying it. He didn’t want to give her that power though, to let her know just how deep she had gotten with him. If he broke her before she realized how bad it was, she would forever be on the submissive part of this, always his slave and he could continue on to dominate and control his life without fear of interruption. Honestly, it was such a perfect little agreement, they each got everything they wanted out of it without risking anything. Well, perhaps not quite THAT risk free… After all, there was still the very real threat of a certain Primordial of theirs catching wind of this and they would probably both be killed for it. Right now though, balls deep inside her, he couldn’t say he could find a single regret on any of it. If he died, at least he would go out knowing the best pussy in this world and leave behind not one, but three children to carry on the legacy of his genetic line. He was finding her resisting that cock of his though, that tightness that let him know she was getting hot for him indeed, her sweet little slit clenching as it tried so desperately to either hold him deep or push him out. His hand swiftly found her ass to cup it, knead it before he slapped it viciously, not caring that her ass was indeed scarlet colored already.*”Relax…”*It wouldn’t be long after that before he would begin to pick up the pace, watching that red, swollen ass bounce against his hips as he ploughed into that super tight pussy of hers. He couldn’t help telling her just how good it felt, no more than he would stop those primal growls and grunts as he fucked her, giving her the vocal affirmation of his pleasure. He watched as she sagged against the table as soon as he released those clamps, letting her upper body relax a bit while he picked up the pace, shifting it from slow and torturing, to fast and brutal. His hand would once more find the curve of her ass, to slap it, spank it, cup it against his palm. Voice was low, commanding, dominant, heavy with lust.*”Yes it is, yes it fucking is my little slut puppet. That’s my fucking pussy that I’m tearing up right now isn’t it? Say it my little cum doll, say it again. Who’s pussy am I fucking right now?”*Not long after that he had shoved that toy fully into her ass, let gravity and her own tight ass hold it in there while he continued to pick up the pace inside her. Soon the bell couldn’t be heard pausing in it’s ringing, his cock hitting it so hard, so often inside her that there was no way for the ball to connect to another side long enough to ring. That sweet little bell was getting coated thruoughly by her own sweet slick pussy juices, the only ringing he could ear was the bells on her clit as they rocked back and forth with increasing violence. He knew it wouldn’t be long now, there was no way in hell she could withstand it much longer, not with all he was putting her though. He had to give it to her though, she had held on longer than most, many women would have crumbled by now but not her, she was taking it all like a good little puppet slave.*”Perfect my little puppet, your so fucking perfect now…”*He gritted out beneath that primitive growl as he felt her tighten up around his cock again, seizing as she got closer and closer to that point of no return, when she would be completely and utterly broken to him, belong to him utterly. His hand wound reach around to grip on those tits, her words only driving him on harder, making him arch into her, slam into that ass enough to bruise to punish her on the inside as well as the out.*”Yes, yes puppet YES, talk to me just like that, I love hearing you say that… My cocks the only one for you now. Morning noon and night it’s my cock your going to want. Even when your swollen with my child inside you, I’ll sink my cock deep in you, abusing that pussy, gaping you out while you cum for me… Say it again Sydel… Say my name, tell me you want my seed… tell me you want me to be the father of your child…”The more he went on, the harder he fucked her and the tighter she got. Soon enough he felt those clenching walls around his cock start to flex rhythmically, knowing it would only be moments before she exploded all over him. Perfect timing really, he was ready to cum as well but not before he had her say it. One of his hands left her tits, moving to fist in her hair, to pull it back, making her arch, getting all the tighter as she started to fuck her in earnest. He barely pulled out of her before driving back in, his breath coming in short, brutal pants as he felt his balls start to tighten, his seed start to spill as he got ready to load her full of it.*”Say my Fucking name puppet! Scream it for me, beg me to fill you up with my cum, say it’s my child you want and THEN you may cum!”



(16:55:38 )

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°

° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°

°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°

°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°

says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *he leaned down tight against her, flush, his back pressing into hers, forcing those tits to flatten out against the table as he wrapped one about her hair, the other about her throat as he held her tightly.*”Say ‘Chris I want your baby’ Sydel!… Scream it for me! Beg me for it and I promise you the best fucking orgasm of your LIFE.*When she did as she was told, when she begged him for it, pleaded with him for that cock, to father a child on her, he would feel his balls start once more, this time he wouldn’t hold back. She wanted him to cum in her, wanted him to send her over the edge and so he would. He released his grip on her throat and dove down to place his hand between her thighs and began to slap her clit viciously hard with his fingertips in time with the thrusting of his cock so deep inside her. A slight shift of his weight, angling that cock he began to pound against her g-spot at well. The last and best was when he released her hair and gripped that glass cock handle and began to fuck her ass as hard as he was fucking her pussy, making sure that dildo was hitting her prostate. He was giving her the triple threat, ensuring that this orgasm would indeed be the best she ever had, that would be his brand on her, the seal to his threat. As soon as she started cumming he found his own release, a deep, startled cry of pleasure ripping from his throat as he himself fell victim to his own threat. This was no mild orgasm, this wasn’t even a good one, or a great one… This one was searing him from the inside out as his balls exploded, shooting such a thick, hard jet of cum out his cock that he felt it pulse along the very core of his cock.*”Fuck! Yes! Oh my fucking yes take that cum you bitch, take it deep inside you….yeah, just like that Sydel my little fuck puppet, just like that….”*He was pressed to her core, as tight inside her as he would get to her. Not even air could get between their fused bodies he was so deep. He didn’t move, he couldn’t even if he tried honestly, she was so tight she had pulled him in, locked him inside her as she came. It would be a while before he could even remove his cock from her, she was so tightly latched on. For the start of the night…well… He had to admit, it was perfect.*

[BadInfluence]

...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: ..a puppet she was.. and he held her captive by those strings.. not the restraints on the table legs..the hold he had upon her was growing.. like a grasp firm about the throat.. seizing the throbbing heart within her chest cavity.. every forceful thrust he made caused her petite little body to jolt forward.. to rub down against that splintered tables top.. causing little nicks.. little cuts to appear all over her abdomen.. her hips.. her breasts when they made contact.. she would be painted red before this night was through.. from the attacks on her ass.. to the gripping of those clamps.. the scratching.. the biting.. he had marked her thoroughly.. walking into that room she was her usual flawless self.. however leaving it.. she most certainly wouldn’t be.. well.. not until she managed to ingest some lifeforce.. some blood if you will.. from either end of the spectrum.. the pure.. or the damaged.. it had to be one of those.. it couldn’t just be your every day average regular joe.. they were far to normal.. but right now.. such thoughts weren’t even registering.. her body as a whole was aching so deliciously.. so perfectly.. sharp little stings struck her.. making her buck and jolt.. if she kept curling her toes under those slender beautifully curved legs of hers would cramp up..her cheek had come to rest upon the surface.. her eyes were open but she wasn’t able to focus on anything.. he could have waved his fingers before her face.. and she wouldn’t flinch.. not even a blink.. observing yet not truly seeing anything.. her knuckles were white as they gripped the sides of the table so tightly.. she cried out.. she groaned.. whimpers.. murmurs.. all manner of primal.. raw sounds came from between those bloodied lips of hers.. her cheeks remained tear stained.. every so often another would trickle down over that supremely pale skin.. though she was far from upset.. she wasn’t saddened.. she was simply broken.. her shoulders drew back and she groaned so loudly when he slapped her ass cheek once more.. telling her to relax.. it was quite amusing really.. telling someone to relax whilst giving them a thorough beating.. she shuddered.. her body once more flooded with goosebumps.. the bells chiming continued to circle her mind.. echoing.. a sound she wouldn’t soon forget.. of this she was quite certain.. picking up the pace made her tense up.. even after he had told her to relax.. she couldn’t help it.. much as she tried.. he was just so large.. tearing into her harder and faster.. his hips slapping against her ass cheeks.. the sounds of bodies colliding filling the room .. only being met by their mutual enjoyment.. that deep accented voice made her purr.. her lids half closed then.. nearly concealing completely.. the white orbs shadowed by those long charcoal coloured lashes.. - .. yes Sir.. .. she whined.. hissing her words through her teeth as he fucked her raw.. forcing his bodies weight.. his strength .. his might upon her small frame..her breath continued to hitch making it harder for her to speak.. though she tried.. in earnest she tried.. - .. Yes Sir.. .. she cried out as he picked up that pace even further.. if it were even possible.. such speed.. such force.. such brutality.. anyone else would have died before this stage if he forced this upon them.. no one could have handled it quite like she could- .. yes Sir.. it’s yours.. all yours.. .. she forced her forehead down upon the table once more as she groaned.. crying out each word .. such a pained tone- .. Your pussy Sir.. your body.. to do with as you see fit.. .. she sliced down into her lower lip once more.. causing that cut to reopen.. droplets of blood splashing down upon the table beneath her.. she noted the bell had indeed silenced.. he was pummelling her so harshly and she was become unbelievably wet.. what did it say about her really?.. to find abuse like this such a huge turn on? To be degraded.. to be dragged down to her very base level.. to be the night to her day.. she was not like this when she was out.. she was the complete opposite.. her upper body arched upward when he reached for her tits.. grabbing onto them as they bounced in response to his thrusting.. she held herself up off the table for him.. so as he could do as he so pleased .. her ivory orbs rolled back.. she wouldn’t last much longer.. not at all.. she was doing well to hold out as long as she had.. sweet torment upon herself when he asked of her to repeat herself.. to call out his name and tell him just what he so wanted to hear.. her lips parted and she drew breath to speak.. he however at that moment released her heavy tits.. grabbing a handful of her curly blonde locks.. yanking them back.. almost tearing them from her scalp in the process.. her body arched so fiercly then.. so tightly.. causing her ass to lift.. her legs to strain against the bindings.. she cried out.. her eyes clenched closed.. - .. Yes Sir.. .. she groaned.. hissing through her teeth.. she felt his stomach pressing against her back.. his bodies scorching heat.. his sweat laden flesh.. his bodies scent.. her head was literally swimming by this stage.. a complete tangled mess.. her breath restricted.. his large hand about her small throat.. she gasped.. her body shuddered against him.. this would be what pushed her over the edge.. this little action coupled with everything else.. - .. God yes .. Chris.. .. she whined as tears continued to trickle down her cheeks.. the blood dribbling down her chin.. spurting every so often out of her mouth as it had done well to pool there upon her tongue..- ..Chris.. I want your baby.. . her voice had risen in pitch as she drew closer.. - .. I beg of you.. give me the child you so desire.. .. her head dropped to the table harshly when he released her throat.. and that was it.. that was the straw that broke the camels back.. she couldn’t hold back a moment longer.. not a single one.. not even if he asked her to.. told her too.. there was nothing that was going to stop her.. she screamed as that climax tore through her tiny body.. her inner walls just about strangled that large cock of his.. her heart seized as if it desired to be free of its restraint.. she shuddered.. she shook.. her lids fluttered back.. and her breath was taken.. leaving her gasping -
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§Ċħŗįş§

°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *My God, when she came she certainly didn’t half ass it or try to hold anything back. He himself couldn’t help going the same as she was, utterly rocked by that orgasm that really was something else entirely. He always enjoyed sex, that cumming when he had his fill but with her it had been different from the first, the way she somehow managed to make him empty his balls inside her like no one else. He stood there, gripping her hips, his balls pressed against her clit as he felt his cock unload into her again and again and again. His legs were on fire as they kept clenching up on him in time with his spurts of jizz he was filling her with, his ass flexed hard as he forced himself to stay in there. She was so damn tight as she came if he didn’t press down into her she was going to squeeze that fat shaft of his right out of her cunt. Rather counterproductive if that were to happen, after all he really was aiming to knock her up and if she pushed him out along with all that cum, well, all that good work would go to waste now wouldn’t it? He did however pull the toy out of her ass slowly, watching her ass pucker and flex as he did so until it was entirely out. He had gaped her well indeed, that pink little star now a nice open hole for him to fuck. His hands began to caress, to rub those poor abused ass cheeks, his lips pressing hard, hot kisses down the back of her sweat laden neck and back, biting and nipping at her shoulders while he waited for her to finish cumming for him. His voice was a gravely purr next to her ear, satisfaction and approval clear in his voice.*”Mmmmm you did well, my little fuck puppet… You surely do live up to your reputation, without a doubt… Swallowed up every bit of that cum and didn’t spill a drop…. But you know I’m not done yet… Not by a long shot… This right here was just a warm up, a bit of four play…” *He rose off of her then, slowly pulling out of her pussy once she had finished spasming on his cock with her orgasm.*”I’m going to leave this glorious pussy of yours puppet, don’t you dare spill a drop of that cum or you’ll get a whipping you won’t soon forget.” *He finished pulling out then, reaching down to slap his hand over that spread pussy, so abused, so beaten, and so utterly sensitive. It would make her clench, make her have to work on keeping that jizz inside her core. He chuckled softly before he began to unclip those cunny lips of hers, releasing their weight and pressure on her sweet, swollen folds. He left the bells on her clit though, the way they hung there tickled his fancy, like some very naught cherries hanging from the root of temptation. Setting the weights and clamps to the side, he began to untie her legs from the table as well, helping her close them with a soft hand on her calves to guide her. Her arms were untied next, her nipples completely freed of the clamps as well. The only thing he left in it’s place was the bell inside her, that would come out soon enough though. She was weak, vulnerable, as helpless as a newborn kitten. He picked her up then, sliding his hands under her chest, rotating her so when he lifted her she would rest neatly in his arms.*”Don’t spill a drop, remember puppet…. We want all that cum to stay right where it is, don’t we?” *He would take her to that bed, laying her down on her back there with her legs hanging off the end at the knee. That was the one thing he did demand in the bedroom, was a nice, tall bed. When he stood next to it, his cock would be at level with her pussy, or her mouth, depending on what end he decided to have hanging over the edge as it suited his fancy. He would leave her there for a moment in silence while he gathered up the toys he had set aside along with that rope. He came back and had them all set beside her on that bed there, the only thing he kept in his hands was that long thin rope. He was looking down at her, that icy blue gaze assessing just what would look best on her, something simple or perhaps one of the more…intricate numbers? He saw then, in his minds eye the one he wanted to do to her and began to measure out that rope in his hands. When he had it perfectly centered, he would come up directly in front of her, holding that rope as he spoke.*”I think you’ve relaxed enough now, had your minute or two of recovery… It won’t be long before you’re back to yourself, I think we burned off a good bit of my blood in our little warm up exercise… Before you unleash those claws at me, I’m going to give you a little present both sides of you are going to enjoy…”*Oh, the things that smile on his face promised, secrets and whispers and all sorts of hidden things on those slightly upturned lips. He lifted her head up then sliding the rope behind her neck, lifting those kinky tight curls of hers over it. He than began to twist that rope down her chest, simple turns that were loose down the center of her body. He then pulled all that rope into a knot at the end of those twists before running that rough rope between her thighs, right over her clit and slit before he then separated the two halves, running that rope under the swell of each ass cheek. Each end of that rope found one of the twists of rope down her front and pulled it apart, using it as an anchor as he ran it down her sides to cross at her back. He did this over and over again, each time lifting her body with a free hand while running the rope where he wanted it to go. Before too long her chest was an intricate bit of knot work, multiple lines of that rope wrapped about the base of her tits, pushing them up and out, restricting some of the blood flow so they began to turn a pretty little rose pink with just the barest hints of purple through it. A few more loops went about her neck before he began to make the same sort of ties about her arms, anchoring them to her neck. If she dropped her arms too much, she would strangle herself in this position, and he looked forward to watching her struggle. The last bit took a little more work, but he got it done without too much effort since she was utterly spent and unable to resist a damn thing. Those thighs would be tied up with her arms, attached with her hands locked behind her knees, spreading her ass and pussy to him once more while keeping those thighs close together, bound by that rope. It was all very intricate indeed, but it was so damn enjoyable to fuck a woman like this he didn’t mind the effort. Only then would he get on the bed to rest his thighs near her head. He picked up another toy, this one a metal cock ring, specially made for him. Sliding it on, he gave her a simple order.*”Get me hard puppet… We’re about to get to round two.”
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...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: ..her forehead had come down to rest upon that splintered wood.. her breathing came out in long deep gasps.. her heart was throbbing.. her body shuddering.. she was having terrible trouble gaining a hold upon any form of composure.. this was quite extreme really.. she enjoyed a good old fashioned fuck.. she always had.. but this.. this was something different entirely.. a quiet cry sounded when he pulled that glass shaft out of her.. she felt every single inch as it tugged upon her on its way out.. till she was free of it.. and she groaned.. exhaling a long deep shattered breath.. his cock would soon follow it.. she could feel him pulling back from her.. till he had withdrawn entirely.. leaving her with that rather empty sensation.. vacant.. broken.. she almost missed it.. she was unable to speak.. her mind was filled with fog.. her gaze was quite glassy as she just stared off toward the lantern that was flickering upon the bedside table.. a murmur would be all he would get from her.. it would bet the only response she could summon.. her lids clenched closed.. her body jolted when he slapped his palm against her already well abused pussy.. it struck her heart.. made her stiffen and grit her teeth down.. she clenched.. most definitely.. more so from his threat than from his action..for as much as she adored a good whipping.. she was certain she’d pass out if he did it to her right now.. she felt him moving.. unclasping each of those clips.. her ankles soon after.. the cotton fabric having left burns upon her perfectly otherwise flawless flesh.. it was from her tugging.. from her pulling against those bindings.. so in essence.. she caused her own pain.. her thighs were drawn together.. she was doing well to clench her muscles.. to keep as still as she could.. her fingers were soon released.. though she didn’t pull them up.. those arms simply hung there loose upon either side of the table.. her body was thankful for the release of the claps upon her tiny hardened nipples.. they had bitten into her soft skin on more than one occasion.. she was dotted with bloody droplets and tiny wooden splinters.. she whimpered when he moved to pick her up.. cradling her petite frame in his arms like the doll she was.. she weighed so very little.. so this action would have been nothing for him.. no exertion required.. - .. yes Sir.. .. spoken barely above a whisper against the curve of his neck.. in response to her not spilling a drop.. she soon felt the bedding beneath her.. it wasn’t stellar.. not by any means.. but it was.. well.. heaven compared to the table.. her thighs were all but fused together.. her gaze peering at nothing in particular.. just the ceiling or.. more so the darkness above her.. he returned then.. to her side.. she blinked slowly.. turning her vacant gaze to fall upon him.. standing there to her side.. her brows furrowed slightly in response to his words on a gift.. a present that both sides of her would enjoy?.. that confused her greatly.. she wasn’t entirely certain what he meant.. her head tilted.. Oh how she wished that exhausted fog would just roll past.. he was right.. she had burnt through his blood quite quickly..but her body was spent.. aching in such a delicious fashion.. that a lust a ..desire had taken its place.. making her thinking not quite as clear as it should have been..her lids half closed when he reached behind her.. to lift her a little.. placing the cool rope against her neck..she didn’t fight him as he strung her up.. he was able to move her body.. this way and that.. in which ever direction he so chose until he was finished with his work of art.. it was so tight upon her small frame.. so many loops and knots.. her arms were lifted at a precise angle.. she found soon enough the lower they fell the more restriction that was placed upon her throat.. so much like the table.. she learnt to keep that body fairly rigid in his position..she felt the rope opening her up to him once again.. spreading her wide enough that he could abuse her.. toy with her.. torment her as he so pleased.. and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.. her body shuddered..she didn’t see him come and settle up beside her.

(06:26:17 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


says to §Ċħŗį: .. but she did feel the balance shifting upon that bedding.. her lids fluttered back open and she was graced with the view of him quite close indeed.. her thighs nearer to where her head was resting.. she lifted her head.. her features a mess of tumbled ivory ringlets.. white orbs peering through long dark lashes.. his command caused her pause.. caused a breath to audibly hitch..was this her coming back into play? Was this his blood wearing off and the fog in her mind slowly.. very gradually starting to clear? It was remarkable really just how full she felt at this stage.. that bell was still deeply within her.. and his cum.. the extremely large amount hauled up inside.. with her thighs fused together so firmly it had no where else to go.. the rope was beginning to burn and would no doubt mark her if she moved around to much..her gaze wandered down over his body as he layed there.. slightly reclined.. looking quite pleased with himself.. the cat that got the cream..so to speak.. this is where she was conflicted.. this is where she found herself falling into a pit of trouble.. her mind was awakening.. the haze was clearing.. and as much as she enjoyed a little rope play.. this was a touch too far.. his tone was grating on her.. making her back arch.. a slight tight frown to cross her bloodied abused lips.. however.. as much as she wanted him to in no uncertain terms.. to fuck off and take his god damned thoughts on her having his child with him.. she couldn’t.. the words whilst at the back of her throat just begging to come forward were being held back.. for right infront of them.. upon the tip of her tongue.. teetering there upon its edge before it would fall.. were - .. yes Sir.... in a soft.. whispered.. soothing tone.. before her head would lower.. those ivory curls sliding forward.. caressing across her cheeks.. along her jawline.. to tickle along his bare thighs.. her lips pressing .. leaving a trail across his sweat laden skin.. there just above his knee.. along his thigh.. her teeth nicking against the softer warmer flesh of his inner thigh then.. nipping.. biting.. grazing.. his cock at this point was being tormented by those tightly wound locks.. it was a nice hot little coupling really.. a mixture of.. teeth.. of lips.. of that slick wet tongue of hers.. the trails of blood couldn’t be helped.. his assault on her making her slice into her own lip afterall.. her positioning was a little odd and she didn’thave the ability to move a great deal.. but she made do with what she had .. her head lifting that little bit further.. her lips slick would press to the very tip.. the very head of that large wide cock of his.. a tongues tip circling it.. lapping at it.. she could taste him then.. his scent mixed with that of her own.. she couldn’t help the groan that surfaced…one of desire.. of appreciation.. of need.. she slid that tongue down the length.. dragging it over the veined ..heated scented flesh.. before she would draw back up.. this time ..those lips opened a touch wider to accommodate him.. and she’d draw him in.. as much as she desired to torment him with such an action.. as much as she wanted to drag it out.. she knew he’d just punish her for it.. or take what he wanted in the end anyway.. so she swallowed that cock as quickly as she could.. drawing it into the depths of her heated mouth.. her tongue pressing against its underside.. her throat inevitably stretching to receive it.. her body jerked.. almost convulsed as her air supply was all but drained.. the noises coming from her would no doubt be exquisite to his ears..she shuddered.. her lips and tongue vibrating in response to such an action… her lids lifted a little further so as she could look up to him there.. he wasn’t completely hard.. and that was probably a good thing for her at least at this stage.. or she’d have choked to death with his thick shaft completely down her little throat.. she drew her head back.. the sounds emanating from her throat soon filled the room as she took a quick breath.. diving back down once more.. taking him those few inches deeper.. each time.. she was unable to keep her eyes open.. they fluttered closed.. concealed by her lids..she continued to scream at herself on the inside.. as if she was shaking herself to snap out of it.. to wake up to what was going on.. to what was happening.. and throughout this.. as instructed she remained clenched tight.. her muscles were burning from the constant hold-

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Oh it had been a fun ride, he would have to admit that much for sure. The best he had ever had, and he had had quite a few over his lifetime that much was sure. It was all too easy to pick her up and carry her to the bed, to move her this way and that as she was weak and surfeit with the fucking he had given her. He had done well in breaking her, better than he had expected really and he enjoyed that afterglow of a job well done. In a night, he had done what many men had tried, and failed to do. They had simply gone about it the wrong way, trying to use sex as the stimulant, as the bait and that was just not going to work with her. Dominance wasn’t about the sex of it all, that took it from mastery to rape and no one broke under that properly. No, breaking a woman like Sydel took a finer touch, took reading her body language, her reactions… You had to take emotion out of the entire equation and that was where so many of them had fucked up, letting emotions and feelings come in and muddy the waters. No, Sydel didn’t want emotions, she wanted pain, she wanted pleasure, she wanted to be dominated, she wanted to dominate. To allow her the freedom of the later, one had to break her entirely to the former and too many of them had ignored that carnal rule. They thought they dominated her, thought they had her where they wanted her and let’s be frank, which had never once happened with anyone. Look at her now, trussed up like a Christmas turkey for him and coming down from the high he had set her on but she still submitted. Why? Because, he had used her, and down at her core, she loved it. She wanted a strong male to master her, to beat her, to fuck her raw till she couldn’t do anything more than simply feel, to react. He knew that catty little bitch in her was back the second that pissed off little frown crossed her lips and it made that smile of his all the more arrogant. He knew he had done his job perfectly, he had broken so many women to saddle that he had it down to a fine art. His pride was given voice when he had given her that command and instead of telling him where to shove it, instead she had submitted vocally. His hand found it’s way into her hair as she began to kiss, to lick, to bite along those well-muscled thighs of his, working their way up to his semi-hard shaft. His voice was low, approving, stroking her senses as she worked her way up.*”Good girl… Very good girl Sydel, your submission pleases me…”* He had given her, as the saying goes, enough rope to hang herself with. She had some mobility, some flexibility, a bit of range, but not a terrible lot. She had about five to six inches of gap movement, and that was about the extent of it all. When she took that fat cock between her lips, bobbing down on it he hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking against her face, forcing that cock down her throat suddenly, gagging her for a moment before he released it. That little mouth was tight to start with, and her throat was even more so as she took him deep. He allowed his head to roll back on his shoulders, those ice blue eyes closing as he submitted to her lips on his dick. Slow, deep groans were slipping past his lips, his hips slowly rocking to the bobbing of her head, working with her to give her a bit of a break. Closing his eyes had been a mistake though, for not more than a few moments after he had done so he felt a sharp stab of pain at the base of his skull, followed by a wave of heat that made him rock hard against her then, gagging her on his cock. Was it that time already? He had been wondering about…this…for the last month and a half, hell, since the damn tree honestly… He didn’t know who was doing it, but he did know that the second that pain hit him, he was suddenly put on auto-pilot. He knew everything that happened, but he couldn’t control his body at all. The entire time at the tree hadn’t been him, just someone using him as a puppet, but he had remembered each sensation, every single pleasurable moment. It had been enough to make him crave her, even if his actions weren’t his own. It was why there had been such a shift in the way he fucked her, from then to now. The pilot had control of his mind and his body, had his skills at their disposal, just chose to use them differently. As much as he hated it, he had learned early on that fighting this control had results he didn’t want to endure again so he simply gave up the reigns as it were. He was rock hard again from her lips and that hot little mouth, and he pulled out from her lips and moved to stand between her legs again. Those long, strong fingers would suddenly, violently plunge into her pussy, making those muscles move around those long digits, spilling the cum she had been holding in. They went deep inside her, pushing against her walls till they clasped that bell he had buried in her and pulled it to the front. His free hand cupped beneath her ass, making her lift it up as he tapped that bell against her cunt, shaking that jizz out of it and watching it dribble down her pretty punk pussy. He then pressed it against her lips, running his cum over that pretty mouth.*”You did well… Now… put this in your mouth and hold it there… I don’t want to hear you talk… Just scream…”*Reaching to that dresser, his fingers wrapped around the neck of it and pulled it to the bed beside him. He was looking through his toys, deciding on what would be best to use. Of course he pulled out the second bell, hearing it tinkle so musically, so clearly in that silent room. He pressed it against her gaped opening, easily sliding it within her heated depths, listen to it jingle as it went down those slick cum laden walls to rest against her cervix again. The clit clamp was still there, those bells resting just above her slick core. He knew when he started fucking her she would rink like church bells and it his cock throb an bob at the mere idea of it. He looked up at her nipples, lightly bloodied and swollen, pricked with the wood from that table. He knew just what to put there then, and reached into that bag to pull it out. Another set of nipple clamps, these ones a bit different than the others and attached with, you guessed it, a belled chain. He had a thing for the sound, loving the way it sounded, knowing exactly what made them ring never failed to make his balls sieze up. He pulled each taut little nipple up, making them diamond hard before he set those clamps on them. The others had been simple clamps, but these were circular, resting at the base of each nipple and they were tightened when someone pulled on the chain. As soon as those were on her, he plunged that rock hard cock into her core violently, savagely, painfully, just to make her scream.*

(07:57:22 )
.|R|A|V|A|N|O|S:.

.:I'm Your Source of Self-Destruction:
.:Veins that Pump with Fear, Sucking Dark is Clear:.
.:Leading on Your Deaths Construction:.
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *It was then ,as soon as Chris entered his mother that he appeared, coming not from the door or a window, but out of Chris’s back. Rather like smoking rising off of a fire, he separated from his favorite puppet and came to stand to the side of him, reaching out to press his fingers against his mothers clit, flicking it with those long, hot fingers that were so like his fathers. He was sure she would wonder who he was at first, at least until he looked at her. There was so much of his father there, as he had been before this new….humble streak that made him sick. He was utterly gorgeous, those crimson red eyes peering out at his mother though thick black lashes, a cold, vicious smile on those full lips of his. Oh yes, he was his fathers son, through and through. His voice rang out in that still air, oddly familiar to you, but a bit harder to place than perhaps you might want to admit. In truth, that voice, that hair…they would strike you as familiar but not because they were what he had looked like before he died. No, this was a new body, one he had….acquired quite recently. He looked to Chris, giving him a nod, an unspoken message that only the two of them could understand. Chris than began to fuck his mother in earnest, watching those swollen pussy lips swallow up his toys cock like a greedy, starving little cunt. The bells really were quite melodious, inside and outside of her body he could hear them ringing with the ploughing his mother was getting. Well now, this was all terribly arousing wasn’t it? He wanted in on the action as well after all, and besides, he had always wanted to fuck his mother he simply never had the nerve to do so because of his father. Now though, there was no fear of death or punishment, and he would have his mothers body in much the same fashion Chris was. He had come in wearing a simple t-shirt and slacks, finding it all too easily to divest himself of them and stand gloriously, divinely naked there next to a sweating, growling Chris. His hands on his mothers clit didn’t still as he looked down at her, flicking her, stroking her, teasing her as she got fucked.*”Do you love this Mother?.... I know you are…. Even without that submissive blood flowing through you, you can’t help but submit to him… He really is a gloriously twisted bastard isn’t he? Hell, even I want him… But I’ll let you have him mother… A payment for the temporary body you gave me… But I digress… I wanted to say, mommy dearest, that I am going to fuck you… I won’t take your pussy, nothing like that… After all, I want a pure body, not one that runs the risk of being inbred… His or Fathers, I don’t care… Oh wait! I forgot to tell you!”*Those fingers found the tip of her clit peeking over the clamps, rolling it between his fingers as he walked about the side of the bed, to kneel on the end of it, bringing that impressive cock to his mothers attention. He wasn’t as thick as Chris was, but he was impressive as well. Just…more manageable. He flicked that clit one more time before releasing it, moving his hands along her thighs, slapping the back of them as Chris continued to plunge away inside of her, pushing her to the brink, filling every tiny crevice of that cum soaked pussy. He leaned down to tug on the chain between her tits, making those clamps tighten about her round, pert little nipples, the bells ringing harder in response. He would lift that chain up, tugging it lightly, watching her breasts be pulled tight in response. He leaned down then, his tongue darting out to flick and stroke over those super abused nipples, lashing at them with his hot wet tongue. He did this for several moments before releasing that chain to wrap his hands around her tits, squeezing them hard, adding his own bruising finger prints to Chris’s.*”You see, Chris doesn’t know this… But he already got you pregnant… Well, him or Father, I can’t tell since you fucked them both in such a short time, why, not even 24 hours had passed before you jumped from one to the other… Either way, mommy dearest, deep inside you?... Your carrying life… His or Fathers, one of them planted you so deeply that you got pregnant… All this cum our darling Chris is pumping you full of is useless… It’s just for the sake of pleasure now, for both of you since the act is already completed… Tell me mother, how does it feel to know you’re pregnant again? Does it make you angry? Or does it make that hot, tight little pussy of yours clench to wonder…. Just who the daddy is? Is it this man Chris, who your body craves, who you see as your Master even though you hate it? Or is it Fathers, the only man you give a damn about? Get mad mommy dearest, make that pussy tighter for our dear man here… Make him empty his balls into you again… Then I shall have my turn, oh yes… I’ll take that pussy of yours Mother, I’ll fuck you hard and deep like I’ve always wanted to… In fact… I think I will do it right now… Chris will fuck your ass for me while I burry myself in your cunt… First though…” * He grinned and pulled a leather thong from Chris’s bag, and tied it over her mouth. It was a leather gag so that she would have to keep that cum soaked ball there between her lips, unable to say a word to either of them, only her moans and screams. He gave those tits one final lick before sucking them hard into his mouth, pulling his cheeks in as he drew so much blood to the tips of them and clamping them off, swollen and engorged. He then motioned Chris back, who dutifully pulled out but with regret. Chris would then lie flack on his back in that bed and reach over to pull Sydel onto his chest, resting her there atop of him. A bit of wiggling and adjusting had her down on his hips with those knees of hers held up with that rope. He reached down to grab Chris’s cock and guided it to his mothers gaped ass before pulling his hand away as Chris plunged that huge cock into his mothers spread pink little hole and began to fuck her. Drav himself would come about to the front then, spreading his legs so he could get in close. That big thick cock was rock hard as he did what he had always wanted to do. He was going to fuck his mother, and with that very hot through in his head, he plunged down into his mother, hard and deep, hearing that satisfying tinkle of the bell he had rung inside of her.*


...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


: ..her lids had closed over.. those long dark lashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks.. his cock sliding in and out of her throat was making those loud suction type noises.. every time she impaled herself on him it would grow.. she’d murmur.. whimper when given breath.. his scent coupled with hers upon his cock was making her quiver.. she couldn’t deny it.. as much as she wanted to step up and walk out.. her body was betraying her.. her desire.. her need.. the deepened want she held inside her was growing once more.. no matter how much she ached.. no matter how much that sweet little slit of hers stung in its earlier assault.. she wanted more.. there was no ifs and or buts about it.. she felt his sudden shift as he began to buck his hips up at her.. not really knowing anything had changed.. just that he was forcing that rock hard cock up further into the tight little confines of her throat.. she spluttered.. she gasped and her body convulsed.. stiffening as she had the breathe skull fucked out of her.. and then.. he was gone.. he moved out from beside her quite suddenly.. leaving her there to choke on her own blood and breath.. she went to turn her head.. to look to him as he stood nearer to her side.. before without warning he’d shove those long fingers deeply inside her.. her head rocked back and she cried out.. invading her so violently.. reaching.. grabbing till he had a hold upon that bell. Dragging it forward.. she shuddered.. moaning when ht was struck against her.. feeling that stream of cum dislodging from within it.. trickling down over her before she felt it pressing against her lips.. it was sticky.. quite wet indeed.. her lids lifted.. she looked up to him there.. a slight furrowing of her brows as if another frown was trying to hard to develop before those sweet lips of hers would part and she’d draw it into her mouth.. holding it there upon the slight dip of her tongue.. now she thought his cock tasted divine.. with what little was glistening upon it.. this bell though was pure.. thick and richly scented.. it made her exhale a long shattered breath through her nose.. she offered him a nod in response.. before he disappeared once more.. going back to those drawers with all those toys within.. sharply pointed ears twitching when she heard yet another bell tinkling.. sounding quite loudly within that room.. and sure enough it was soon popped right back inside her.. the jingle growing deeper.. not quite as airy and light.. her body stiffened as she felt him tugging upon her already supremely sensitive nipples.. they had already been bitten by the earlier clamps.. so these new ones were just cruel.. she looked to him.. watching him.. watching his face as he went to apply the new ones.. her breath continued to catch in her chest.. she whimpered.. her lips trying to remain closed.. to hold that bell within them.. soon enough though he had moved.. she was still so tightly wound with those ropes.. giving her just enough lee way to think she wasn’t being caged.. but not too much because it was clear she was there for a purpose.. for him.. though when his hot.. hard.. thick cock speared into her she cried out.. her entire body going rigid.. the pain of it was incredible.. her entire body shuddered back against him .. and as he expected those bells would begin to ring.. quite a musical tune in time with every savage violent thrust he treated her too.. his hips were slapping once more against her ass.. causing that still red raw flesh to bounce.. the extra hand though upon her clit caused her to pause.. to freeze up and stiffen.. Chris would had to have felt it.. she tensed all over.. turning then to glance back over her shoulder.. another person had joined the duo.. though with the dim lighting she wasn’t sure yet just who it was.. that and her mind was tangled once more.. Chris continued to fuck her so raw.. every thrust was met with a cry.. with a moan and a whimper.. she couldn’t help herself.. her entire body was on edge.. and he just needed to push her over and she’d pass out she was sure of it.. soon then Dravanos would look to her.. the flickering of the lantern would gift her with the sight of him and recognition would strike.. her vacant ivory gaze widened considerably and those lips of hers parted.. if she wasn’t careful she’d loose that bell.. indeed he was utterly gorgeous.. he was practically his Father.. at a younger age.. she was certain he’d have no trouble attracting attention.. and if he was anything like his father he no doubt used that to his advantage

(09:27:11 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


: .. she groaned.. and if one was listening close enough both of them probably heard her say something like ‘Oh Fuck’.. though she did her best to murmur it under her breath.. her thighs shifted.. her toes curled.. she strained against the rope bindings as she was being fucked and tormented.. both at the same time.. Dravs finger was making her tense up.. which in turn was making her squeeze the ever living fuck out of Chris’s cock.. she listened to Dravs words.. on how much she loved this.. all of this.. that he knew that she couldn’t help but submit to Chris.. perhaps he was right.. perhaps every ounce of that blood had been burnt out of her and this was where she wanted to be most of all.. she heard Drav comment on fucking her.. her head dipped then.. a shattered breath sounded loudly between the whimpers she couldn’t possibly hold back.. her body just about hit the deck when Drav finally released her sensitive hood.. feeling him wander in closer.. to stand there before her on display like he was.. bare.. naked.. his cock out inches from her.. she found herself looking.. observing.. drinking in all that was the body before her.. in truth the pair weren’t related.. not.. through blood.. she was not his birth Mother.. but he did grow up with her as his Mother.. so she didn’t feel.. quite so bad admiring that form before her.. not quite so.. yet the niggly feeling within her told her to stere clear of that little dark heart.. she felt a small amount of his power back inside that shop front when he held her with those chains.. he was powerful.. a lot more than she was certain she had seen/witnessed/felt before.. so she didn’t want to ..well for lack of a better term..fuck with him.. she didn’t want to make him angry enough that he could actually torture her to death.. her chin lifted a little higher when he tugged upon that thin silver chain.. causing her nipples to stretch out.. causing the clamps to tighten.. she hissed through gritted down teeth.. that bell rattling against them as she did so.. her lids clenched closed when his hot mouth collided with her nipples.. pulling even tighter on that chain.. she groaned.. her brows furrowed a rather pained look crossed her features.. her shoulders visibly sunk when he told her she was already pregnant.. her heart seized there within the confines of her chest.. and her body tensed up considerably as he predicted.. squeezing Chris’s cock onceagain.. her ivory gaze narrowed at Dravanos.. pregnant.. she was fucking pregnant.. of all the things in the world she hated most it was children.. she hated being pregnant.. she hated babies.. useless bodies that could reproduce.. why hadn’t she thought of this before..s he could have handled it surely somehow.. she breathed deeply through her teeth.. keeping her eyes squarely upon Dravanos for the time being.. it was clear she was unimpressed.. very unimpressed indeed.. he was right though.. just who did she want to be the Father? Did it matter? Did she give a damn?.. she found it interesting that he had wanted to fuck her for so long.. she couldn’t deny the thought had crossed her mind on.. perhaps.. more than one occasion.. but it was never brought to light.. her gaze watched him as he moved across the room.. gathering out that leather.. wrapping it about her head.. forcing it against her lips.. to keep her quiet.. to keep her from speaking though she could still scream.. she could still groan and cry.. just no words.. and that sweelt little cum soaked bell remained upon the dip of her tongue.. Chris soon withdrew from her.. she bucked.. jolted and cried out from that sensation alone.. fuck she was sensitive.. she ached so badly.. it hurt like a bitch but she desired the pain.. she wanted more of it.. harder.. faster.. she was moved then.. twisted.. turned.. manipulated until her frame was just where they wanted her to be.. Chris settling down upon his back on the bed.. a little further guidance would have that mammoth cock pressing against her opening.. gaped though it was it had retracted a little.. enough to make him have to stretch her out a little further.. she stiffened.. her body turning rigid as he did so.. her lids fluttered back.. her eyes rolling into her head as she groaned deeply.. though his cock was of similar size to the glass one from earlier.. the heat from his body inside her was simply glorious.. her lids remained closed.. her head rocking back a mess of super tight little white ringlets.. they settled high upon her head with the pair of them so close to her.. so much darkness. So much evil all touching her.. all at once.. her precious dark heart wouldn’t be able to take much more of this she knew.. it was already throbbing.. banging.. pounding there within her head.. and then Dravanos plunged his cock into her.. one foul swoop.. hard.. deeper than Chris had managed.. and that unmistakable sound.. that bell chimed soon after.. she screamed.. her body arched tightly.. with a cat like grace.. she tugged upon those bindings.. which in turn restricted her own breath.. making it catch.. making her gasp.. now this.. this act in itself was something new to her.. whilst she had been privy on more than one occasion to a partner than a toy or object.. two partners.. two bodies of comparable heat.. two sets of scents.. of sweat.. two sets of hands upon her.. oh she was spoilt rotten-

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: *If he had cared a white for her, he might have felt a bit bad for her and the situation she was in at the moment. He knew he was thick, hell, even semi-chub he could gag a porn star. The fact she was doing a good job was impressive, but he wouldn’t stop himself from giving her the skull fucking she was earning with those lips of hers. It had felt too good to resist, though he had pulled away shortly after that last little bit. He wanted more after all, and her mouth was there to get him hard and nothing more. He wouldn’t pass his time in her hot wet mouth when he could be fucking that glorious pussy of hers, he knew she would still be tight no matter how much he fucked her. That was the bonus of having a huge, thick cock was that no matter how much he fucked someone, they would always be tight to him due to his girth alone. He had to replace that bell though, the one inside her was full of his jizz and it wouldn’t be able to ring anymore. What fun was a bell when it couldn’t ring? Of course, he had to get it out of her and he didn’t want her pushing it out and dislodging all that cum he had pumped into her. With his fingers, well, there was less chance of all of it being spilled while he got that bell out of her. Of course, there was no reason to be….gentle about it either. He already knew the more he hurt her while he fucked her, the more she loved it and responded to it like a cat does being petted. Hell, watching her as she responded to his brutal invading fingers was more than proof enough if he needed some that she more than got her kicks off of him treating her as nothing more than a disposable play thing. He had gotten the ball out, giving it a shake, spattering his jizz and her own juices over her belly before he pressed that bell against her lips. He saw that frown try to form, his own lips curling in a smile, daring her to pretend that she hated it. He won though, for those lips had parted, bloodied and swollen to swallow that jizz coated bell. He had gone and gotten the other one, the match to the one she held in her mouth, popping it inside her tight, cum laden pussy. He hadn’t even given her a break really, he just kept pushing harder and harder, making her endure it all without a single lapse between one action and the other. He was quite sure she had never had anything like this before, knowing that all too soon she would be blacking out from it all. There was no way that she could handle much more, no matter how strong the body was, that mind could only handle so much stimulation before it would shut down to try and spare itself anymore trauma. His hands had found those marked up tits, pulling on those nipples to make them ready for the new clamps he had slid onto her. These ones were indeed a bit crueler, for the other ones were a constant pressure, they would in time make the flesh go numb. These ones varied, they could be tightened and loosened by gripping or releasing the chain that connected those lovely tits together. Each time he thrust into her it made those tits bounce, a sudden tightening of the clamps would be the response to the shaking and jiggling of her breasts. It was all too lovely, she would be torturing himself, all he had done was given her the tool with which to do it. It had been then he had suddenly thrust into her, feeling that tightened pussy give way before his mighty spear of a cock, ringing that bell inside her with the force of it all. He had been enjoying himself too, just starting to feel himself building that pleasure as he fucked that raw little pussy. It was then he had felt the presence of the other, the one who owned his body. He felt him leave his body, becoming solid at his back. Apparently, Dravanos wanted in on the action for it hadn’t been more than a second or two of him appearing that his hand was on her clit. Chris’s own hands had been placed on her hips, holding her stable while he pounded into her, and when he felt her tighten, to tense up, he groaned in pleasure at how super tight that pussy suddenly got around his cock. He nearly spurted inside her, loosing that load so early on. If not for that cock right, he might have. He continued to fuck her through it though, pushing even harder to get past that vice like tightness she was making. Soon enough though she would relax, her moans ripping into that still air, blending with the sounds of the bells he had placed on her and inside her. He was mostly ignoring the words between the two, apparently mother and son though he had thought her child had been long gone to the four winds or some such shit. He really didn’t care, his whole attention was on fucking that tight cunt of hers, seeking his own pleasure while knowing she was getting hers with every thrust he made. Then he heard Dravanos say he had already gotten her pregnant… How?! That day in the woods? Jesus he had super sperm or something he swore, because he had gotten Quinn pregnant on their first night as well. Part of the fun had gone out of it then, after all, it was the idea of knocking her up that struck a specific kink for him and the fact that she was pregnant also brought out the progenerator side of him. Then again, there was also a chance it wasn’t his kid… Dravanos had said after all, that it could be Nautilous’s, and if it was, he would take all too much pleasure making her miscarry by fucking her too violently. When she did, he would plant his own child inside her and proceed with the plan he had formed. It wouldn’t be too terribly hard to do it after all, and with how pissed she was right now, her pussy was so god damned wonderful tight that he knew it had to be comparable to how she had been when she had been a virgin God knew how long ago. Jesus with her being so tight he was going to pop his load too early even with that damn ring on. He was almost glad when Dravanos bade him leave her pussy to take over and plug her ass, it gave him a much needed break and a less tight hole that wouldn’t grip his cock like a damned vice. With the oil from earlier as well as the cum, her own pussy juices dripping down the crack of her ass he found her little ping star almost as wet as her pussy had been and he had no trouble plunging into that hot dark space just as violently as he had her cunt. Down beneath her, he held her hips stable while Dravanos came to stand before the two of them. He almost felt bad for her then, because while he was thicker than Dravanos was, Dravanos was longer by a good inch or two and younger. Dravanos wouldn’t show any measure of self-control or restraint as he had, the boy had no idea what he was doing.*

(22:37:09 )
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.:I'm Your Source of Self-Destruction:
.:Veins that Pump with Fear, Sucking Dark is Clear:.
.:Leading on Your Deaths Construction:.
: *He could only laugh when he saw just how pissed off his mother dearest was about finding out she was pregnant. His lips pursed in a soft mue of pretend sympathy before his hand reached out once more, to torment those abused tits of hers, pinching her breasts in his hands before tweaking and tugging those nipples of hers.*”Oh come now Mommy dearest, don’t look so angry! It’s all for me you know… You Want me to have a body, don’t you? This one is on loan after all, it won’t survive me using it too much, not after what I had to do to it to get it here in the first place. Surely you miss me, don’t you mother? You want your dear little son to have a body all his own he can live in… And together, why, we’ll remove that pathetic little echo that calls itself my father… We’ll bring the real Nautilous back together, You and I… That’s what you REALLY want…. And to do that, well now, you will just have to…Buck Up… Carry these children to term as it were… Why, who knows? This is a Primordial body after all… Why, you might have one of Fathers, One that is Chris here’s… and Mine too… So kinky, isn’t it? You’ll never know which of us the father is because for all you know… I lied about you being pregnant right now, and tonight is when we’ll all knock you up…. You’ll be so full of so many different men’s cum there will be no way to tell who’s who… I must admit, I like that idea a whole lot more, don’t you?” * He laughed down at her then, that cruel, evil, twisted son of a bitch was still there, the one you couldn’t help but be proud of in that store front, even as he had tortured you in those chains. After all, the more twisted the mother, the more twisted the child and the more twisted the child, the prouder that mother becomes, and he was more twisted than a cork screw. With Chris beneath her, fucking that sweet little virgin ass he had taken his place at the front to plunge into her with a violence that made Chris’s seem almost cautious in comparison. Chris didn’t want to damage her pussy, just stretch it out where as Drav didn’t give to fucks if he ripped that pussy of hers full of tears. As long as it felt good to him, he didn’t care about his mother. To him, this was his own meter of revenge for all the years he wanted her but she never fucked him though he had asked her to on more than one occasion. It was forced sex now, at least for her, she wasn’t given an option as these two twisted, dominant men fucked her like their own personal toy. The ropes were making her hold those thighs together tightly too, causing an added layer of delicious friction to his cock. He looked over at Chris then, a vicious grin on his face.*”You gaped her out you bastard… Leaving me sloppy seconds, how greedy… Grab her ass for me would you? I want you to beat it till the skin splits and bleeds while you fuck her tight little star for me… Make her clench up that pussy for me. I’ll handle her tits here at the front with this delightful little clamps of yours… Between the two of us, we’ll have her broken completely before we leave….”*He was so god damned calm about it too, so serious and poised despite the fact he was fucking into his mother like she were nothing more than a toy that had no sensations, no feelings. Chris was obviously enjoying himself, even though he was mastering her he was still moaning there beneath her as he fucked her ass much as he had when Chris had been fucking her pussy. Dravanos though…he went about it as though it brought him no pleasure at all. In truth, the only pleasure he was getting was the cries of that pain-pleasure she was giving them. The more she hurt, the more pleasure he got, the closer he was to orgasm. His hands reached out to grab her tits, one hand gripping a bruise globe of flesh, squeezing it viciously while the other picked up that chain and rhythmically in time with the thrusts of his cock. No matter how strong she was, no matter how much she might try to fight all of it… he doubted she would be able to withstand the both of them fucking her, ploughing, plunging, pushing in and out of her all at once. Not with that bell being rung inside of her so concisely, not with her g spot and prostate being hit as often as they were. The clamp on her clit was getting constantly worked as well was truly the cherry the fuck Sunday they were giving her. No, she wouldn’t last much longer at all before she was well and truly broken between them. Then he would find his pleasure on her unconscious body, loading into his mother with this borrowed body of his, filling her with cum she would probably curse him for when he found out…just who’s body he was borrowing.*

(23:30:13 )
...Suicide .°. Blonde….

…Sydel Deathhaze...
..such a beautiful lie to believe in..


: ..she felt those hands upon her.. both sets.. all four of them grabbing.. holding.. scratching.. gripping.. her body was littered with bruises and cuts.. she looked like she’d been stuck in a war zone for a month just with what these two had done to her in such a short amount of time.. Chris was beneath her.. Dravanos before her.. taking what they desired from her petite frame.. using her completely.. without abandon.. without care unless you count the care for their own twisted release.. if Dravanos desired her painfilled cries he would certainly get them.. she couldn’t help herself at this point.. unable to hold them back.. the fine line between pleasure and pain had been blurred quite considerably.. one leaching into the other.. to the point where only the pain would win out.. yet she craved more and more of it.. every strike.. every tug and bite into her made her shudder and shake.. made her breath hitch and catch there within her throat.the pressure within her.. deep down was growing rapidly.. like a burning hot bonfire down in the pit of her bellty..just burning brighter.. white hot.. her head rocking back.. her lids fluttering back.. bloodied lips parting wide as she groaned.. she growled.. she moaned and whimpered.. every possible sound that could come from her did so.. and then there were the sounds of the trio.. skin slapping against skin.. the scent of sex.. of sweat and cinnamon had enveloped the entire room.. and it was thick enough that it would remain like this for weeks.. she heard Dravanos.. though he sounded as if he were in a tunnel somewhere.. echoing within her mind that he could well have been deceiving her when he spoke about her being pregnant.. that it were possible.. just maybe.. that she could end up pregnant to all three.. At the one time.. the sheer thought of that alone made her entire body stiffed.. to tense up which was just what he wanted of her.. he wanted her tighter.. he desired her to grip firmly onto his cock and he got that wish.. her head rocked forward and she cried out.. of all the fucking predicaments to be in.. God she hated children.. and there was a chance.. however slim.. still a chance there would be three.. her body was close to giving in.. to just blacking her out.. her mind had Dravanos’s wicked voice. And Chris’s dominating commands all circling there within her head.. the lanterns light in the room was growing darker.. or.. it was to her.. lifting her head forward.. she honestly looked like she was drunk.. unable to keep her head stilled.. it lulled a little from the left to the right.. and then dipped forward once more.. before she would summon what strength she could to look to her son.. lids half closed.. another trickle of blood made its way down her chin.. splattering upon those bruised globes.. making them slick with a mixture of sweat and blood.. - .. Fuck You.. .. she growled.. before her shoulders rose.. unable as much as she tried.. to hold it back.. her brows furrowed.. a shrill cry sounding.. higher in pitch as the climax rippled through her tiny abused frame.. making her shudder in their arms.. and clench she did.. firmly.. so tightly upon the pair of them.. locking onto their respective shafts with that vice like grip.. her breathing hastened.. turning swiftly into panting before she fell limp.. the clear inability to hold herself up.. Chris ought to feel blessed that she didn’t weigh much at all.. for it would be him that would be holding her.. her head slumped forward.. her arms simply hung in those rope bindings.. and even though her body had given way.. even though her mind had cried enough.. that bell still remained within the hollow of her cheek.. she wouldn’t release it.. -

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *Well, Dravanos certainly knew how to make a threesome….interesting. It wasn’t his first time being in the devils three-way as it were, he was pretty familiar with the type of play going on here, but the way Dravanos just went overboard…. It took it from kinky to downright sadistic. He had to admit, the whole damned family was cut from the same cloth, and though he was far from a good or innocent person, at least he had some semblance of sanity. What made this whole thing go from outrageously good to bad was the fact that, if Dravanos was right… If Sydel was capable of it, and hell if he knew what she was and wasn’t capable of, well then, it would be quite the ah…. Interesting next few months. If it were true, he would be a father twice over in the span of a few weeks between them… Quinn was well into her first trimester, and if Sydel did get pregnant, he would have his second child no more than a month or two after Quinn gave birth. What made it worse was that he would want to be there… It was one thing when he was under Dravanos’s influence to go through what he did, say what he did, but when that bastard was outside of his head and body, his whole world shifted perspective. He was more…himself…and less this dark fucker that had been active the last month and a half. Fucking Primordials and they god damned body jumping. It had been a pain in the ass when Nautilous had come to visit, leaving bits and pieces of things with him, to save for when the time was right, but his son was just a fucking prick. To be honest, the more Dravanos talked, the less and less he was enjoying himself. The only reason he was still hard at this point, still fucking Sydels pink little star was because if he didn’t cum, that damned ring wouldn’t come off his cock and he would be stuck with a hard on till the blood finally released. Rather than drag it out, he simply pushed into her harder and faster, plugging away inside her as he felt her get good and pissed, growing tighter and tighter around his cock till he couldn’t take it anymore. He came deep inside that little ass before she herself came, his teeth finding her shoulder and biting down on it viciously as he came deep inside that forbidden hole. He could do nothing more than lay there while Dravanos continued to fuck his mother, waiting for him to find his release. It wasn’t long after he came though that he felt Sydel spasm like a fiend atop him, pushing his softened cock out of her ass along with a good bit of his own cum, feeling it dribble down her ass and onto his thighs. She was light, and you can bet your ass he was appreciative because the entire time this was going on, Dravanos was leeching off of his energy and he was starting to feel nauseous from the drain. One thing was certain though… They had definitely broken her, she was out cold, completely blacked out either from the orgasm she had just had, or the abuse they had put her through between the two of them. He couldn’t say which was which, but either way, she was gone. Dravanos was still on top of her though, pouncing away with a sort of wild abandon that was hard to watch, even for him. This kid…. That kind of twisted didn’t come from regular day to day living… He knew better to say anything though… His God had given his a purpose, a Goal when he could find no reason to live anymore yet unable to Die. He knew what his job was, and for the last decade, he had done it absolutely flawlessly… He himself ranked quite high in their own personal little world, and his rules were absolute and immutable. To serve his God, meant serving others, and because of that he had to do as Dravanos wished, as well as Nautilous and Sydel…. He could only be thankful that it wouldn’t have to last much longer…. Nine months…. Nine short human months and this farce would be over… He only hoped Quinn could forgive him if she ever found out…. *

(00:44:52 )
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.:I'm Your Source of Self-Destruction:
.:Veins that Pump with Fear, Sucking Dark is Clear:.
.:Leading on Your Deaths Construction:.
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *His mother had gotten night and tight indeed when he had told her about it all, watching her get well and truly pissed off while in a position to do nothing about it was all too kinky, to arousing, far too tempting a dish to pass up on. It was like he had been starved his whole life and was only now able to eat and he was gorging on her suffering, her pain, her hate, her rage… It fed him deliciously, like one long line of buffet dishes, each one better than the last and all for him. Oh how she felt! It was worth the wait in a way, but he honestly would have preferred to be inside her first, to have been the one to have stretched out, to have gaped her sweet pussy himself… Still, even with it full of Chris’s essence and his mothers own cum, it was still the sweetest little slit. He guessed in a way it was fitting, that the first woman he had ever known, his own mother, was the one who took his virginity… Oh yes, did he fail to mention that? He had never had a chance to have sex, he was merely months old yet had a fully grown body, a byproduct of his father’s tampering with his genetic coding. Rather than loose his son, he had sold his soul to Khorn in exchange for the survival of that body. From that day on, there had been no women, no time for sex or lust, just killing, years and years and years of mindless slaughter. Then he had met Jae and something had changed… He had stopped killing as he had before, choosing instead to abstain, to try and be good… Jae had loved him, he had loved her… and Khorn had no time for soldiers who had soft hearts. He had been ripped back to that plain, body and all, tortured and abused for what seemed like an eternity before being allowed back. He had refused his orders again, refusing to kill Jae… But he had married her before he died, gone back to that hell once more where he had remained ever since. A poor, damned, god forsaken fucking virgin. When you thought about it, he certainly had quite a lot of…built up sexual pressure to release. Besides, knowing just who the parents were of this body made it all the more twisted, all the hotter, at least for him. When she cussed at him, cursing him for telling her she would soon be pregnant with three, a separate father for each child… Well, that had tightened her up considerably! It was just what he needed honestly, her rage made it all so much sweeter feeling as he raped that pussy like there was no tomorrow. What sweet revenge this was, what a delicious turn of events! Then his mother had suddenly cum for him, from his cock and Chris’s that was buried up in that tight little ass of hers. Oh it was all too damn good! He fucked her through that super hard orgasm of her, watching the light of reality slip from her eyes as they rolled up into that pretty little head of hers as she blacked out. He wasn’t long after her, thrusting so hard that his cock passed by that ball, pushing it to the side as the head of his cock buried itself within her cervix. She should be glad that she was passed out right now because the pain of that action alone would have made her black out he was quite sure. Buried up in that little opening of hers, he released thick white jets inside of her as his hand manipulated her womb through her skin, making her suck up every damned drop of that sinful seed. He might be the last sperm donor for her little litter, but he would be the one that came the most inside her, the one who had pushed farther, deeper into her core to coat the very walls where his son would take root. He had it all planned out so beautifully, so sure of his success that there was no way he would fail. He had even done about ensuring that every drop of his sperm was specifically geared to a certain sex. After all, he didn’t want to come back in a female body that just wouldn’t suit at all. He leaned down, ripping that rope to shreds as if it were so much tissue paper, letting her dead legs fall to the side as he yanked on that chain viciously, cutting into her nipples as he bit down onto the flesh of her tit, ripping the flesh, wanting it to scar with his teeth marks. He released after a moment, pressing a bloodied kiss to those unresponsive lips before whispering next to her ear, sure she could hear him.*”I gave you a son… for the one you lost…for the one you stole….for the one you killed… A bit of a parting gift, dearest mother… a few truths for you… to make you suffer for abandoning me in that HELL of Khorns realm while you sucked his cock like the bitch you are…. You WILL bear this body it’s male heir or I will kill you and make you suffer the same hell I did there in the Chaos realm… Your life depends on your ensuring the survival of my child. Try to kill it, and you kill yourself… The second truth… This body I am using?... Is the son of Trinity and Ace… The child you killed in the store… Rather close to full circle, isn’t it mommy? Twice in your life you will bear a son of Ace’s blood line… The son of the man you love, and the man you hate, Nautilous and Ace… all rolled into one package, has planted his seed deeper in you than anyone else… I can’t wait to watch your suffer… It is going to be….such a sweet show… Tell daddy that my revenge is just starting when you wake up… Tell him how his dear son raped his wife… How his best friend fucked her, loaded her with cum while she begged for it… How, through all of this, not a moment did his darling wife ever once think about him…. How the one person he ever cares about, betrayed him again by bearing two other mens child along with his…. Destroy him…. Break him… Ruin him… And then I will do the same to you… My revenge is coming, Mother… You will not escape it you whore of Slaanesh…. You will reap all you have sewn… And I will watch as everything around you burns while you get consumed in the flames…”*With that, he was gone, vanished into the dark, leaving her there, dripping cum from every hole she had. He left Chris to clean up the mess and get her home to Nautilous. His work for the night was done, now he had… more important things to look forward to.*

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°Counting All the Assholes In The Room°
° Well I'm Definitely Not Alone, Not Alone°
°You're A Liar|You're A Cheater|You're A Fool°
°Well That's Just Like Me, And I Know You Too°
says to ...Suicide .°. Blonde….…: *What ever Dravanos whispered to his mother, he had not been privy to hear, a spell enchanted it so that she alone could hear it while he remained blissfully mute. He was sure whatever it was, he wanted NO part in it what so ever. He was in deep enough shit as it was to be honest, and he had one HELL of a mess to clean up in more ways than one. Dravanos vanished just as easily as he had appeared and he was pretty damn grateful for it too, because that draining on his energy was finally stopped. He reached up and began to pull off the rest of the rope he had wrapped Sydel up in, releasing the clamp on her clit and the ones on her nipples as well. She had survived it all, and he had to admit towards the end he didn’t think she would be able to. With the pressure Dravanos had been putting on her, he fully expected her to suffer from a ruptured organ or two with how tiny she was. Hell, it was why he had to be so delicate with Quinn, it would be all too easy for him to hurt her, and Sydel wasn’t all that much bigger. He worried less with her because she wasn’t human where as he was, so pleasure and pain he could bring her, but he couldn’t kill her. Dravanos though… that was a different creature entirely. He wasn’t looking forward to whatever was going to be coming soon and he had the sneaking suspicion that things were going to get a whole lot worse, awful quick. Still, he had a job to do and that meant cleaning Sydel up. He rolled her off of his chest, setting here there on her side while he sat up, pushing himself off that bed. His whole body ached from the exertion he had used in fucking her, as well as the drain that had been put on him. He felt like he could sleep for a fucking week, but more than that, he wanted to see his wife. He felt fucking FILTHY and all he wanted was to take a damn bath and forget this hell had ever started. His God was a son of a bitch, that much was sure, and though he loved his work and he loved his God, sometimes the price he was asked to pay was high, even for someone as fucked up as he was. This place lacked any and all indoor plumbing except for a flushable lou so that meant Sydel was going to get a cold sponge bath. He pulled out the basin, the bowl, and the spare cloths and began to bathe her from forehead to toes. His touch was gentle, his work thorough as he wrung out that bloodied cloth over and over again. He went about setting a few pillows under her ass, elevating her so that all that cum would continue to work its way up into her body, moving towards her core to meet her womb where two new lives were going to start tonight. He wanted Sydel, he wouldn’t lie about it… But it was a simple carnal lust, the kind a man has for his courtesan versus how he wants his wife or his love. He would never shake the urge to fuck her, but that was all it ever would be to him. The fact that she might already be pregnant with his child made him pause as he looked down at that black and blue form, that alabaster flesh looking as if someone had beaten her within an inch of her life and decided to rape her instead. His child could be growing there right now, or about to start its life… She had his respect for that alone, not his love, nor his compassion or caring…but respect was there. He loved kids, he wanted as many as he could possibly sire, and their mothers, whoever they might be, would matter to him. He shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss over her womb before gently padding her slit with that wet towel, drawing up the blood and cum alike. Dravanos had torn her up, too much power and strength with little finesse had seriously ripped her and looking at it, it was all too reminiscent of a rape victim. He felt…well…bad for her… It was one thing with it was all for pleasure, for fun and games… But Dravanos had taken it to a different place entirely. He had wanted to break Sydel himself, for his own means and ends, to make her his fuck on the side which would suit them both perfectly, a clean distinction between their personal, and private lives. They spouses would never find out, he had planned it all perfectly…but now he might not have the choice. Quinn would know the second he came home, the new child in his arms, looking all too much like him for her to think it was just a foundling babe… Did he regret getting a child on her?... Damn his black soul but no… Their child would be utterly gorgeous, a superb blood line between him and Sydel… He only regretted the fact he would get caught and that he could loose Quinn all at the same time. His God had an awful lot to answer for, that much was without a doubt… He shook his head and dried Sydel off, patched her wounds and set her up on that bed to sleep. He had to get cleaned up to go home, and if he was lucky he would get into a big fucking fight. If he came home with a few shots taken, a broken nose perhaps or something, he could explain where he had been for the last 8 hours or so… But coming home in the middle of the damned night without a plausible excuse… Damn it all… One fucking thing, one unplanned event, and the whole god damned thing went to fucking pot. Shaking his head, he washed himself up and left that room, spoiling for a fight and determined to get one somewhere.*