Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Wolf padded softly down the passage, as quiet as her namesake. She followed Candy in much the same manner, her cruel mouth practically salivating at the sight of the blonde's backside bouncing before her. Once again they wandered through the scarlet-light soaked hallways, the silence and snugness closing in almost like claustrophobia. Wolf tapped twice on a passing door, but continued to move on through the gloomy space. Just down the stairs here, my dear, she said suddenly, her voice as cold and smooth as marble. A short but steep stairway led down to a solid featureless steel door, and Wolf headed down first to push it open with a soft curse. It opened into a small, low room that was like something from a Sadean nightmare - a cold stone cell bedecked with cruel-looking instruments and sputtering orange torches. Rusted cages, rows of chains, and a flaming brazier all gave the place a disturbingly medieval air. The temperature was stuffy to the point of insufferability, and both women began sweating steadily just from standing in there. The centrepiece of this dungeon was a large steel X, obviously designed for restraining someone. Now, Candy, Wolf said flatly. Assume the position against the cross there. The grim-faced woman began unbuttoning her tight, slate-grey jacket. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enison smiled to himself wryly. He felt like some bumbling schoolboy awkwardly shuffling with his first date. The delicious Mira stood before him, sweat-dappled and practically still panting from the treatment she had just received. Her eyelids were dilated, small black dots against her sparkling silver eyes. Inhaling slowly, Enison shuffled towards her while rubbing his silken pudgy hands. Oh yes, Devil, of course, he chortled. Well, what's in a name, my dear Mira? He stood before her, inhaling the sweet tang of her aroused body. Do you believe in the Devil, then? A side door hissed open like a coiled snake, and a granite-faced thug stepped into the room. He stood like something chiseled from black stone, a pair of battered black jeans the only covering beyond a spread of prison tattoos. Enison started slightly, inhaling sharply and standing straight, as if this man's presence has him immediately on edge. But his cool tone betrayed no alarm as he continued talking to Mira. This is your first customer, you lucky little trollop. His grin turned to a sneer as Diablo approached the girl. He was of even height to her, and met her stare with an icy sunken glare. Enison stepped back, easing himself carefully down onto the couch, fascinated by the pair before him. Talk about beauty and the beast , he thought with delight. Steadily his composure, Enison spoke casually to Diablo, as if chatting idly about nothing. Ms Wolf warmed her up for you, so you can begin at your pleasure, Mr Diablo. Use you as you will, but as always, please refrain from any permanent damaging of the merchandise. With that injunction, Diablo then seized Mira's throat swiftly in a iron grip, his arm springing to her slender neck like a cobra.