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Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

For a moment the Devil couldn't believe his ears. Did she just defy him again? After all that? It was the first time someone had suffered so much at his hands and still found the will to be cheeky. Usually they'd be begging for mercy at this point. This McKayla... it seemed she would prove be as troublesome in death as she was in life. All of this only served to spur him on, though. A low growl issued form jowls. The fallen angel . It was the title he most despised, and she'd used it. It represented the climax of humanity's misunderstanding of his nature to compare him to angels. He looked at her, weak and in pain, desperately making an effort to writhe or scream the rope off of her neck. This wouldn't do... This wouldn't do at all. He looked at his two demons--surely they were eager to have a go at her. And they would, but not yet. The Devil would be the first to discipline her in his own way. So far, he'd been doing everything from a distance, but not anymore. The corner of his lips curved when he saw her flinch. He walked over to her and snapped his fingers again, the rope of fire disappearing instantly as she dropped to the floor with a dull thud. You asked for this, Miss McKayla. His hands found her shoulders and hoisted her up against the wall as he pressed his damned, scorched lips to her soft, young ones. He could feel her gentle skin peeling under the scorching warmth of his own. His tongue now emerged and entered her mouth, bypassing any resistance it might've encountered. But it didn't stay there. It made its way down her throat and esophagus, burning every inch of tissue as it went. He wiggled it inside to maximize the damage. His hands attacked her breasts now, lifting her up even further. The black claws bit into her flesh and sunk deeper and deeper with every moment. Blood was leaking all over her white chest. He could feel her ribs with the tips of his fingers.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

She had insulted the Devil and she knew that there would be quite literal Hell to pay, and she had expected only the worst. So far, the worst of everything had been for her to be engulfed in those unholy flames that killed her only for her to live again, the process painful and making her ache even in just its memory. But there was no hell fire, there was no pain. Instead, he seemed to be stunned for just a moment, perhaps because no one dared to defy the devil when in his domain. He was, after all, the one that was in control of anything and everything that happened here, and she was surely only making the situation worse by egging him on. But still, there was something terrible in giving in to him. Something that made her feel like less of a person if she gave in to him with only being here for less than a day. But still, nothing happened. He closed the distance that was between the two of them, and she visibly jumped as he snapped his fingers. But instead of being consumed, she felt herself be set free, the fire-rope around her throat releasing her and letting her fall into a heap at the ground. She was confused, visibly so as the throbbing pain in her throat subsided, her body going lax as she relaxed, if even for just a moment. He said she asked for it, and maybe she did by defying him, but she didn't see another option that was viable. His hands grasped her, his flesh burning her on contact and she let out a low groan, doing her best to suppress her cries of pain as he pinned her up against the wall he'd thrown her into just moments before. She tried to stop him from kissing her, but there was nothing she could do. His damned lips pressed against hers and she struggled to turn away, but it was impossible. He burned, burned like acid on her flesh and made her skin bubble, but what was worse was the feeling of his tongue sliding into her mouth, drying the orifice immediately and scorching her most sensitive skin. It hurt more than what she would have ever expected, and she fought against the pain, but ended up screaming into his mouth. Her scream was muffled by his lips, only helping to open her throat and permit his tongue deeper into her body. He burned all the way down into her chest, her body feeling like it was burning down to the very core of her soul. His hands reached up and grasped at her breasts, causing the soft mounds to burn then bubble as her skin charred away, his hands touching the fatty tissue. As it all burned down, she could feel his fingers touching the ribs beneath them, her body bucking between him and the wall as she struggled against him, hoping for death, or at least some sort of release.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

Every bit of agony she went through satisfied his sadistic sense of pleasure further. Every muffled scream of hers only served to spur him on as his tongue traced the acidic, dissolving walls of her insides. He knew she wanted to scream, to swear. Humans did that as the most rudimentary form of pain relief. But she couldn't even do that. She'd probably even settle for death at this moment, but that's a luxury not available in Hell. Her breasts were practically nonexistent at the moment as blood poured out of her chest cavity, only to sizzle and evaporate on his infernal hands. He could hear his snorting accelerate as he opened his eyes to look at her face, contorted with agony he'd never feel or know. A strand of hair fell across her bare, white shoulder, still untouched by his hellish wrath. It was red, the color of fire, the color of him. It might've been the contrast it made with her skin, it might've been her eyeballs rolling up into her head, or it might've been the combined sensation of her breasts and mouth burning, but something snapped inside him. His phallus fell out of its sheath involuntarily, something which had never happened before. It was thick and gigantic, almost reaching the floor when non-erect. Its surface was scaled and rough and dry, burning hot like everything else on his unholy body. A wild desire overcame him and he slammed the thing into her dry lower lips. It easily pushed past any resistance, tearing, ripping, and burning as it went, probing deep within her womb, deeper than any human ever could. There was no further stimulus necessary. Her thrashing legs provided enough movement. He felt a rush of overwhelming pleasure, born out of the height of her agony. He ejaculated a liquid most similar to molten iron into her over a long, agonizing period of half a minute. It just kept going and going. His right hand stiffened and he broke a few ribs and his tongue went even deeper, into her stomach. The Devil pulled out after he was done and threw her mangled body to heal itself on the floor. He was done for the moment, but that in no way meant that she was off any sort of hook. She's all yours, he told Belial and Orobas, who immediately smiled at their master, bowing before him. Thank you, they said in unison. He exited the cell with one final glance at her, destroyed and discarded on the floor.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

The agony was beyond unbearable, and should she have been on earth she would have passed out from the pain by now. It was a pain unlike any other to feel ones flesh being burned and bubbled off as if it were nothing more than meat on the grill, but so severe that she hadn't lost sensation yet. Her throat was raw and bleeding from the torture, only to be csuterized by the searing tongue as it delved ever deeper into her body. Try as she might, Mickey couldn't stop her eyes from rolling back in her head. Her relief was temporary, a few second at most. With the return of her consciousness, she heard the sick sound of his cock dropping from its sheath, the scaly length impressive and as intimidating as was to be expected. Her position didn't allow her to fight more than thrashing, her body jumping as if she had been pressed with an electric jolt as his cock delved itself deep into her unwilling depths. While she was by no means a virgin, her body was not in any way prepared to take someone so massive so swiftly. Her hips bucked and thighs spasmed as she fought against it, feeling the deepest of pains as he pushed deeper into her by the second. She could feel the head of his cock against her womb, forcing itself in like a knife. The pain of penetration was nothing compared to his orgasm, hot seed spilling from his length in forceful spasms. The seed was worse than the cock itself, dripping from her ruined sex and burning her tender thighs like hot acid. Blisters formed and burst down her legs as it dripped down to her ankles, her body going lax as he pulled away from her slowly. She was even thankful as he tossed her aside like a used toy, her body limp as it healed itself. Her skin was pink and new, breasts forming back slowly as her inner self healed. No... No more. It was almost a plea, her voice cracking and body weak. Her mind was teetering on the edge, her ferocity broken.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

With their master gone, Belial and Orobas had her all for themselves, and the cell was to be their playground of agony. They looked at each other, and then to her as she trembled on the floor. Here was a girl who'd just moments ago defiantly resisted their master, now lying broken and scared, begging for mercy, for relief of any kind. Shame for her there would be no such thing to come. Belial, the demon with the bearded humanoid figure dressed in a robe, approached the shivering mess of a girl that was Mickey and knelt in front of her. You're beginning to see it now, aren't you? he said in a deep and smooth voice, the inescapability of the situation you're in. You can beg all you want, but, trust me, it'll only get worse. Me and Orobas there are pretty horrible but you might be able to bear us without completely losing your mind. I can't say the same for when our boss comes back, though. He extended a hand towards the frightened soul, careful as to not spook her. It caught a strand of her crimson hair and then gently descended down her cheek. His eyes were a hellish red as he looked at her blue ones. That's why! the shrill, raspy voice of Orobas cut through the dungeon's stone acoustics, you might wanna do what we tell you to do! He started prancing around the room, his two hooves clicking against the floor and his horsehead swinging wildly. Then the beast suddenly stopped and froze his gaze upon the girl. Perhaps we might be able to soften the master up a bit, you dig?! He ran over to where his fellow demon and Mickey were, towering over them with his animalistic, muscular stature. Belial smiled and got up. He knew better than to stand in Orobas' way, at least in the form he was in currently. Orobas stood in front of Mickey and unsheathed his phallus. It wasn't as huge as the Devil's had been, nor was it scaly or burning. In fact, there was little to differentiate it from a horse's cock. He ran his hand over its fully erect length as it twitched with excitement, and presented it in front of Mickey's face. You know what to do, love.
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Thread: Star Wars The Clone Wars: 242nd Siege Battalion (Hero and I)

Boomboomboomboomboomboomboomboom The sound of shelling could be heard even from inside the heavy carapace of a Juggernaut. Then came the heavy laser artillery, the eerie wheezing noise, a rasp of oncoming death. The sound of engines that moved hundreds of tons of durasteel and weaponry was like a rancor's roar. The Juggernauts were massive, the earth quaked as the thirteen roared into life and surged toward the front of the battle lines. With ramps that opened from the front and the back, the machines would create a bridge through the walls, a place for Clones to use as entry points into the heavily fortified city, but more than that inside each and every Juggernaut shell aside from the crew were 300 clones, 300 brothers ready to unleash hate upon the waiting droid army. There were no windows within the Juggernaut, just vibrant red running lights. As the machine burned across the desert sands and rushed to the wall as the ray shields fell the lights flicker down the row. Alpha-87, Lt. Hero as he'd been nick named, stood so close to the front. One hand was raised, gripping tightly to a leather support strap that dangled from the ceiling. The other clutched tightly to his DC-15A rifle, it had a strap that was wrapped over his shoulder as well, but in that moment as his legs shifted for each new bump, stone and dune that was rolled under the massive tires of the Juggernaut. The lights alternated over the tops of their heads, illuminating the white armor each brother wore, making the painted Jaig eyes on Lt. Hero's helmet shimmer a dull orange. Thirty-two seconds, that's all it took for the Juggernauts to go from start to wall. Ten... Brace for impact! Lt. Hero shouted into the com-link in his helmet. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Blasters ready, droid poppers out the door. Again he commanded. Four. Three. For the Republic! CRUNCH Durasteel collided with cold stone wall, it crumbled like paper under the weight of the siege engine. The red running lights over head stopped alternating and shinned solid and quickly flicked t green as the bay door on the Juggernaut opened up. There was no silence, immediately the world errupted in a hail of blaser fire, explosions and the battle cries of brothers. 13 Juggernauts pounded into the wall, 300 brothers each, the inner sanctum of the city began to flood with dirty white and dark orange plasteel armor, shouts and the familiar BWONG of EMP grenades popping off. GO GO GO! Lt. Hero shouted. GORAG SQUAD, on Captain Lucky, we have our mission!
Thread: Star Wars The Clone Wars: 242nd Siege Battalion (Hero and I)

In one hot second of action, the world was a blur of dust and blaster fire. The tide of white and orange filled the streets as squad leaders barked orders over the hail of blaster bolts and the hiss of the EMP. The Anti-Air had to go, the other squads would secure and maintain a perimiter, secondary reinforcements would be en-route within the hour, hopefully sooner as they now had thirteen very effective doors into the city. B1 Droids came in numbers that Lucky didn't need to think about, and he didn't. The ground assault was coming heavy, but there were so many vantage points, so many clankers above them. The buildings were slammed together like a honeycomb, before they could do anything, they had to establish a vantage point. Thankfully they had all the tools they needed to reach out and touch someone. We're going in, Lucky ordered, his DC-17's coming out in a smooth twirl. Boomer, you stay in the back. We're going to need you to reach out and touch a few droids. Put a breaching charge in, the rest of you, Lucky said, glancing back at them. We clear fast and we clear clean, I want every corner looked at. Copy? Copy, Smoke grunted, rifle shouldered and low. He was smoke for a reason, and the grenade launcher underneath his DC-15A was a good enough testament to that. On it, Stitches assured, the squad medic. The only one with the DC-15S, his back heavy with his kit. Didn't mean much, but he always liked the thing better. He was always good at running, to and from danger. Took him a while to get used to the normal ones not being able to always keep up, but they learned eventually.
Thread: Star Wars The Clone Wars: 242nd Siege Battalion (Hero and I)

The area was swamped with smoke and blaster fire. It was streaked with red and green bolts zipping through the air faster than a man could blink. Thankfully the pilots of the Juggernauts were laying down covering fire with the anti-personnel cannons and launching rockets directly ahead to clear a path. The explosions made the air smell like hot ash and molten metal. Copy Capt. Boomer said with a nod as his order were made clear. He carried the heaviest burden, not only was his pack weighed down but with the munitions he had stacked up he was a walking bomb. It wasn't something even a clone got used to. But some one had to carry the detonite and rockets. Troopers were charging out of the Juggernaut around Gorog Squad. CT-5309 pushed toward the front. Sir, permission to enter first sir! I've been itching to smoke a few clankers for all the trouble they've given us this past month. He said, Skid was what they called him. It was an apt name as well considering the amount of trouble he always seemed to steer into. The type of clone to charge first and think second, thankfully that was exactly the kind of man Gorog squad needed. Granted, you sweep right, I'll go left and the rest of the team will follow in behind us. Lt. Hero said intent on that formation now. The Juggernaut rocked heavily, tank fire had blown a few chunks of wall down over the top of them. Boomer, I suggest you reach out now and make our path to that building clear! Copy! He said pulling the RPS-6 from it's clamp on his back and jumping from the Juggernaut onto the sand coated pavement below. There were a lot of things in the way, but he lined up a shot with the droid tank, just below the swivel of the cannon barrel, right at the joint. The familiar rush of the rocket rang in his ears as it fired and struck true, the tank slammed into the ground, the lip blowing right off as it set fire and erupted with bursts of blown ordinance. Move it troopers! Hero commanded waving the squad on as he charged down the ramp now. With the team it was time to clear space so Boomer could blow the wall and the fun could really get started.
Thread: Star Wars The Clone Wars: 242nd Siege Battalion (Hero and I)

Lucky was off the ramp in record time, which he always was. He lead by example, his twin blaster pistols putting down B1's in a shower of sparks and metal limbs. They had to sprint to cover, which the buildings in front of them were their only salvation, and there was a block between it and the houses. Their only saving grace was the angles they had were limited, but droids had numbers and angles that they couldn't get. Clones were getting picked off by accurate fire, sending bodies sprawling from the ground as Lucky quickly glanced up, catching sight of the flash of sniper fire. Popping smoke! Lucky said, holstering one of his pistols to hurl out a pair of smoke grenades. Smoke! You see them!? On it! Smoke said, moving next to Lucky as Stitch moved with Skid and Boomer to the building. Smoke leaned out a fraction to get a visual of the blaster fire before he focused and leaned out, rifle raised high. When you were paired up with ARCs, you learned some incredible things. You had to, or you'd be dead. They expected the impossible made possible, and to that end, you'd not find a set of troopers as experienced and well trained as they were. Frag out! he called, his shoulder jerking faintly from the thick twhump of his grenade launcher. It had to be a shot at least three hundred meters out, but the beauty of EMP was that he didn't need to hit, just close. It slammed solidly underneath the window of the sniper perch, and the faint explosion could be seen even over the chaos. Good hit, Lucky said, firing into the mass formations of droids. Boomer, we need that charge on the door yesterday!
Thread: Star Wars The Clone Wars: 242nd Siege Battalion (Hero and I)

Boomer's only cover was the Arc Troopers forming a perimeter around him. Placing detonite was not such a simple task as stick and click like so many people seemed to think, it was a fickle substance with a hunger for electrical current to blow sky high. But he was efficient at it, first step was the probe. A long metal rod dangled from his pack on one side. He swiped it off and jammed it roughly into the brick and mortar of the wall, getting only so deep before he had to activate the pressurized hydraulic pin inside that sank a spike through the wall. There was a tiny panel on it with incandescent lights he checked, no current. That was where to spike the detonite charge in. Pack open and a set of breaching charges pulled out he jammed it against the wall, a laden spike on the back ensuring it wasn't going anywhere even if the adhesive didn't work as intended. Next was the part that always made him nervous even though he knew better, arming the detonator on the charge. Demo's primed! He called and rose from his crouched position behind the rest of his team. Where the fuck did Skid...! Lt. Hero was almost livid until he caught Skid sauntering up through smoke screen Lucky popped moments earlier. The fuck did you get that thing?! He demanded noting that instead of his usual rifle Skid was towing a Z-60 rotary cannon against his hip. Brother wasn't using it, figured it could clear a room or three. Despite the helmet the smirk was damn near visible through it with that attitude. You asked to go first. Hero muttered before signaling to the rest of the team. Breaching order in 2! 1! Blow it! Boomer triggered the blast the second everyone was ready and the order given. As Lt. Hero promised Lucky was first in the room. He stormed in and cut right, the cannon whirled to life as the rotors fired up and a hell fire of blaster bolts poured from the barrels in such rapid succession it was almost impossible to tell it wasn't just one massive beam of super heated plasma. He swept left quickly, there were several droid in the building, more were probably in the upper floors firing from windows, the ones down there were trying to cover doors and sure enough the remnants of their chassis still were covering the doors. Rooms clear! Skid shouted into his com and tossed the rotary cannon onto the ground, it was spent. The downside of such a rapid fire weapon.