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Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

Feeling the material being yanked away from her face, her blonde hair came loose, spilling around her shoulders. Staring up at him, she found herself unable to look. A mix of anticipation in eyes. Anticipation of what she was not entirely sure, fear, relief, joy, terror. To many. Unsure what to do. She was aware that her fate was already sealed and he had not even touched her yet. Lysha made no resistance when it came to following the man. Not only because she had no strength to, but something about him commanded no refusal. The best she could do was try to keep up and avoid causing him to hurt her anymore. Feeling her body compelled forward through a wooden door, she expected to hear it close behind her and then be ignored for a few hours. Turning back to face the door, to say she was surprised was an understatement. Staring at him, she was already trying to back track but he was on her before she could take a second step. The breath rushed out of her lungs for the second time in less ten minutes as her back met the wall. Unexpected she couldnt protect her head from slamming into the hard stone. A soft whimper escaped her lips. Struggling to draw breath into them again and answer his question. It was an accident. I was being chased. I lost track of exactly where I was going The only thing that kept her standing and in place was his hands. Eyes going wild all over the cell, then finally back to his face. A shiver went up her spine. Lysha had been punished and beaten by a good number of people and creatures, but she knew this was going to be to a new experience. If only she was not going to be the canvas and she might actually enjoy the next couple of hours. And yes I know where I am at. I have seen your handy work before
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

The young man's smile turned into a quick frown, while his lips puckered up tightly. Within an instant, he had spit right into her face, the thick glob of saliva tracing down the corner of the girl's left eye, onto her blushing cheek. Oh, how very good that you know where you are... and who I am... and just how much trouble you are in... The man teased, knowing either way he would have his fun with such a beautiful and pretty girl... or whatever she might be. One of his strong hands lifted from her shoulder, quickly working her small, frail wrist into the heavy cast iron shackle high above her head, making her arm stretch for it. The other hand followed, doing the same with her other small, boney wrist, capturing it as well into the matching heavy shackle. A dark glint seemed to sparkle in his eyes, his gaze casts closely unto her own. 'Hmmph... The young man started with a smirk. I really do not think you know who you are dealing with, little girl... He said, his hot, steaming breath flowed from his lips, so close to hers. I don't belive you... is there any reason why I should? Without saying anything else, or waiting for her delicate reply, the demon leaned back, giving a firm smack to her pale cheek. The sound seemed to fill the small brick chamber, leaving an imprint of his hand upon her face. If you know who I am... if you truely know, tell me... It might lessen your pain and torture... or, it might increase it.... but that gamble is yours, if you want to roll the dice... the least I can do is give you a sporting chance, hmm? The young demon chuckled heartily. Besides, whatever it is I do to you is nothing in comparison to how my Lord will treat you... once I hand you over to him,
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

With the close of the cuffs around her wrist, she was forced to accept she was going to be here for a while. Her body relaxing against the wall. Lysha still felt fear and panic but she was pushing them back from the surface. Neither emotion was going to help her survive the next couple of hours. A soft noise escaped her lips when his hand came in contact with her cheek. Closing her eyes to block him and the pain out. Lysha turned her face slightly against her chained arm, rubbing her cheek against it. It did not help much to ease the sting or the heat of his hand print. You asked a question I answered If you dont believe me that is your problem Her words were braver than she felt at the moment. I said I have seen your work a few times then again, in this place that is nothing special That was baiting him.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

Well, at the very least then, I'm glad my reputation precedes me, the young demon smirked, still unsure of if she was telling the truth or not. Holding her chin in one hand, he tilted her head back some, keeping her jaw closed. His hand continued to give a few slaps to each of her soft cheeks. They were nothing hard this time, but enough to sting more and more with each and every follow up. He stopped once her cheeks were a nice beet red... almost as if she were blushing against his abuse. With a huff, he went over to the table, picking up a long knife. Winking evilly to her, he placed the flat edge of the blade against her neck. Time to see what you are hiding under these rags... He turned the edge of the blade against her slender neck, cutting the surface of it lightly, smiling as a few simple drips of crimson flowed, the color contrasting against her lovely flesh. Following soon after, with a few quick motions, he had cut her robe off, letting the fabric fall i a heap to the floor, leaving the pretty girl in whatever else it was she wore underneath. Do you have a name? He then demanded, his face close to her own. Or am I going to have to pull that out of you, hmm? He asked, smiling at the anticipation of doing his worst to her already. Such a lovely prisoner he had captured, and he planned to cherish each and every moment of pleasure, pain, and everything that would manifest itself between. As he leaned into her face, he placed the sharp edge of the knife under her chin. With a press up, he let her feel the sharpness, a fraction away from leaving another cut.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

Closing her eyes as he slapped her, she tried to withdraw but the wall made it impossible to move out of reach. It was more of a natural reaction, self preservation, than conscious thought. Only after several heartbeats did she open her eyes again. There was a lingering sting to her cheeks. Her eyes watering slightly from the sting, not yet tears. Lysha watched him approach her with the knife. Unconsciously holding her breath. Her jaw tightened feeling the light sting of the razor edge blade. She did not immediately feel the blood run down her skin, but moments later when it cooled. She could only imagine how the dark red liquid looked against her pale skin. The sound of the material cutting beneath the blade. Moments later it fell away from her body. Revealing her body stretched, by the chains around her wrists. Beneath the robes she wore a small black skirt that barely reached her thighs. The shirt was a mid drift that dipped low, hung off shoulder and barely covered her moderate breast. Black, flat soled boots barely reached her knees. Lysha Some how, she managed not to stutter the single word. He was right in front of her. Looking into his eyes, she could see his anticipation. Not that she blamed him. She was probably a rare treat for him. She was something other than the typical demon or orc. There were few women in the underground. And even fewer women that could be touched. A few priestesses occasionally wondered down for one reason or another but no one would dare touch the Dark Lords priestesses. She turned her face away from the blade, giving him better access to her throat. Lysha flinched feeling another sting from the blade and the following bead of blood. Breathing a little harder, she could feel butterflies in her stomach. She denied that it was anticipation. And was reluctant to think it might be relief. Although both emotions were plausible. Accustomed to being at the hands of the orcs and goblins, they did not know the definition of foreplay. When they did something, they expected a scream or would do worse the next time. Ask a question I will answer Lysha held no illusion that just because she was offering to talk without being tortured that he would not hurt her.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

Mmm... Lysha... He said, hearing her sweet, nearly fearful voice present it. He was almost able to taste her savory name on his tongue. With a lick of his lips, he looked into her eyes with a deeper glare, pressing the knife harder to her her chin. Any more pressure would easily give second cut to her young and precious little body... something he craved to do. Such a pretty name you have... and such a pretty body that matches, The young demon chuckled, letting the knife drop from her chin. He still clutched the blade tightly, his hand lowered to his hip, while his other hand caressed the un-cut side of her neck. Listening to her response, he nodded, just barely. Well, that is exactly what I expect... I ask something of you, and you tell me... that makes my duties so much easier... He chuckled, clutching a grasp of her hair, pulling it under his nostrils, taking in her clean and wonderful scent. Letting it drop, he looked back to her eyes, taking in her expressions. I'm pleased that you will give me the answers I seek... He said, his hand now clutching the pale, exposed flesh above her skirt. Gripping firm and tight, his hot hand dug in, beginning to sink sharp fingernails into her waist and hip, just starting to bruise the flesh underneath. But that isn't good enough for me, or for my Lord, The young demon smirked, placing the sharp blade at the front of her neck. You were caught where you shouldn't be... you are severely trespassing in a depth that you clearly do not belong. My Lord has told us to 'take care' of those who do that... and you clearly fall into that category... The young demon happily hissed into Lysha's ear, flicking his forked tongue into it, and along the ridges, pressing the sharp blade closer. But, before we get onto your pain, torture and punishment... and my pleasure... what exactly are you doing here, so far in the Lord's depths? He asked, his hot words flowing from his lips, nearly searing the skin around her delicate ear.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

The fact that he moved the knife away from her throat did nothing to ease her. It was simple enough for him to bring it back. Besides it was not nearly far enough away for her to breath comfortably. Her head remained facing away from him. She was unsure the touch was a promise of what was to come or an attempt at seduction. Maybe both. Watching him take a lock of her hair might have been amusing under other circumstances. As was, many of the creatures here were capable of following scent. Even if she managed to escape him she would find few places that he would not catch her if he so choose. Lysha had no was of knowing if he was one of these creatures but it was usually better to think so and be wrong. His hands on her hips, made her breath catch. Imagining how easily it would be for him to dispose of the little piece of material. Lysha actually closed her eyes as she felt his nail sink into her pale skin. She did not cry out but her mouth fell open, panting softly. Twisting slightly in his grasp, an unconscious attempt to free herself even though her hands were still firmly chained. It was not like she really had any place to escape to even if she managed to pull out of his reach. It was an accident Shuddering as she felt his breath against her ear, the touch of his tongue. His body was so close she could feel his body heat. At least compared to her own chilled body he felt warmer. He had barely touched her and she was breathing hard for him. The damn orcs caught me where they thought I should not be and wanted to give me a reminder It seems I turned right when I should have turned left I really did not mean too
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

The young demon continued to play at tease at her small ear as she spoke, hearing her breathing grow deeper. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, keeping the shiny blade on the tender skin of her throat. The edge of it was still kissed with the red from the first small cut it had left upon her... quite possibly the first of many more. Well, for once those damned orcs were probably right... a little girl like you poking her nose somewhere she does not belong, at all... Pulling the knife back, he leaned into the cut at the side of her neck, tasting along the horizontal cut. Mmm... he let out, licking his lips. But that just makes me wonder, what were you up to when the orcs started their chase? As he waited for her answer to the inquiry, he placed the flat edge of the knife on the outside of her left leg, grazzing upwards along her pale, creamy flesh. The metal was cold and hard still, as he moved it up, higher and higher. The blade slipped underneath her skimpy little skirt, and in one quick motion, the knife sliced through the soft fabric, joining her cloak on the floor. Hmm, you know... he started, looking into her eyes with an evil little smile. Maybe I should keep you all to myself. I could use a fresh girl in my entourage... He smirked happily at the thought. That is, of course if my Lord does not want you for his own... he is always looking for playthings... With Lyshas skirt off now, he took a slight glimpse at her side, where his hand was moments ago. The skin was bruised, not broken, but clearly abused. the imprint of his strong fingers could clearly be seen, the flesh still a bright red from the direct heat of his hand. As a demon, his body temperature was of course very hot, something that living in the depths of the underworld had caused.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

It was an effort not to moan, feeling his lips against the cut. Not sure which made her body tighten more, the fact that he had taken her blood or the feeling of his lips against her flesh. Breathing harder in anticipation, she barely tried to cover her reaction. It did not really matter to her at that moment. Hearing the material being cut, she whimpered in protest. Not really modest. Despite human birth, she was not raised in the human world. Clothes were a rare commodity and she had paid dearly for the pieces that she had. It was disappointing and hurt more than his blade had. Despite her hands still chained, she tried to move her hands to catch the falling skirt. Closing her eyes, for a moment refusing to look at him. Also feeling the edge of anger. You dont want me I bite Growling softly at him as she opened her eyes again. Not entirely sure if she was angry about the skirt or his words about where she belonged. Just because of my looks, do not judge where I do and do not belong My father dropped me here, given away to survive or die I have survived for many years on my own There was an edge of anger to her voice. Anger flashing in her eyes. She hated such assumptions. It was probably part of the reason she got in trouble so often. Proving that she was not a weak little girl that her father thought he was getting rid of. Looking at him, there was still anger in her eyes but she caught his eyes staring lower than her eyes. It took her a moment to realize he might not be looking at her now bare sex, but the marks he had left on her. Almost as if admiring it. On its own accord, her body shivered.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

Oh, you bite hmm? the young demon smirked, gazing back to her face. I like that... his voice trailed on, smiling as he heard the chains rattle and clink together while she made a helpless attempt to struggle her way out of the bonds. Besides, thats what gags are for, my dear, He could easily sense her building anger, her growing hate, for both him, and his kind alike. It was almost something he could smell rising up from her slender, halfway naked body. He listened to the little rant the he provoked out of her, doing his best not to give out a little chuckle at how pathetic it sounded to him. He took a step back, starting to work himself out of his own robes. Daddy didn't want you? Poor little thing. But, for me... for us... that's just decreases the competition, His bare chest was revealed, fully toned, but not overly muscular, just enough to show off his development. Somehow, even though he spent as little time on the surface as he get get away with, his skin was fairly tanned. Survival is the name of the game... down here, and on the surface. Eat or be eaten. Live or die. It's what we all do, everyday, and you shall get no sympathy from me, little girl, With that, he shed the remainder of his robes, fully reveling his body to her not so innocent eyes. The rest of his body was just as toned and strong as his broad chest, many scars and marks on his body. Most were healed over, but some were still fresh. As you can see, we all have our wounds. Some are on the surface, and others run much deeper. You are no different, It would have been hard not to notice what was between his legs as he stood there in front of Lysha. Already, he was fully aroused, his cock ready and at attention. It was well over 7 inches from tip to base, throbbing softly with each beat of his dark heart. He took a step forward, pressing his hot and wanting body fully against the girl, forcing her against the cold stone wall. His shaft pressed against her navel and stomach hotly, almost burning with it's rush of heat. And if you are not the weak little girl Daddy thought you were... and still are... you wouldn't be getting chased around by orcs that don't know up from down, He placed his hands upon her pale cheeks, cupping each one with a squeeze. His lips pressed to hers as he began to kiss her. Grinding his body against Lysha's he slipped his forked tongue deeply between her pink lips, teasing and toying about the confines of her mouth.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

Opening her mouth to growl at him. To tell him that she was not expecting pity, actually intending to tell him the opposite. That she was not some scared little china doll. That everyone insisted on thinking she was going to break at the first touch. Her father had been right in knowing that she inherited her mothers insanity, but she also had inherited his strength. If only she was born male like her brothers. The words died on her lips as she felt his body pressing against her. The heat of his body penetrating the cold of hers. Mouth dropping as the sensation and heat went through her. Closing her eyes, a soft moan escaped her lips. She couldnt remember the last time she was warm. The heat did not stop with simply warming her flesh. Aware of the burning sensation against her body. Lysha attempted to press her body harder to his. Accepting the burning and the pain almost as if she needed more. His mouth taking advantage of her open lips. For a moment, eyes going wide, slowly relaxing. She was almost smiling by the time he pulled away from her lips. Moaning softly as she opened her eyes to look at him. Why dont you let my hands go? Your not afraid of a little girl are you? Baiting him gently.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

The young demon was more than a little surprised that Lysha only tried to press herself to him, rather than trying to struggle away from. Maybe she thought that giving in to him would just get it all over quickly... which of course was not in his plans at all, either way. Her flesh seemed so very cold against his heated body, almost as if she was made of ice. After the kiss, he thought for a moment about letting her out of the chains. How much of a threat could she really be, if a pair of stupid orcs nearly caught her. Fine, he said. It's not like you have anywhere to run anyway, he smiled again. Reaching up, he undid each one, letting her arms come down freely. He still kept himself pressed strongly to her though, not giving her much space quite yet. Her soft body, even if it was chilled, felt wonderful against his own, smooth and silky. The feeling only made him crave her lusciousness even more. He reached down to the bottom of her sweater, pulling that up and over her head, leaving her perfectly naked in front of him. He dropped the garment to the ground, joining it to the pile of scraps. Mmm... what a delicious body you have. We're going to have quite a fun day together... or at least it will be for me, the young demon chuckled heartily.
Thread: Of the Darkness {SkyePilot}

Thank you Lysha made no move to try to get away or even give herself some space. The circulation returning to her arms hurt a little bit. Wrist twisting slightly to help. She let them hang gently at her side. When her shirt did not meet the same fate as her skirt, Lysha managed a grateful smile. Again there was no modesty. Blinking she looked up at him, her head resting against the cold stone. It was strange half her body almost felt on fire from his touch, the other half still cold. Self preservation said she should shy away from the heat, just his touch was nearly burning against her skin. the orcs were only minutes away from their prizeSmiling at his words. Not sure if they were a threat or a promise. Probably plenty of both. I would say that I owe you something for that Nothing comes for free but I think your going to take it one way or another besides from personal experience, almost anything is more fun than being at the hands of the orcs
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The young demon smirked, taking a small step back. One of his strong, hot hands came up, placed on her small shoulder, gripping it with authority. Oh, you owe me nothing... but I will take from you anything I like... besides, there is still the matter of your punishment for being where you are not supposed to be... regardless of it was a mistake or not. Get on your knees, he ordered, pressing down firmly on her shoulder, not giving her much choice in the option. Face the wall, place your hands on it too, As she got into position, the demon went over to the table, picking up a black leather flogger. A few of the strips of leather had small, pointed metal studs on their tips, meant to only add into the pain of it all. Stepping up behind her, he brushed the soft leather ends up and down her slightly curved back, letting Lysha feel the instrument before she her punishment. After a moment, he quickly lifted his wrist, and came back down hard onto the middle of her back. The sound of the impact echoed briefly in the tiny stone room, a large red mark being left on her flesh. Another stroke followed almost immediately after, not giving much time for her to take in the first hit of pain. A few grunts came from his throat as he lashed at her back, a smile on his lips all the while.