Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

The dull ache of barely suppressed orgasm kept thudding inside Candy as she walked down the hall. Her scissoring legs kept just teasing her, as if keeping her continually prepped for the monster stalking her. The blonde could just see Wolf out of the corner of her eye, could always hear the woman all but clumping behind her. The question was whether to make a move now. They'd found Marco they knew the place was shady. Should they just move? There was a better than average chance that Mira was going to lose her innocence in this dark place... then again, Candy's lips twisted into a wry smile, she was starting to doubt that Marco, if that really was him, would actually care. Should have gone with the threesome fluttered through her mind. She heard Wolf's sudden command, and she nodded. The short stairs proved a little difficult to navigate, and the cold bit into Candy's exposed flesh. Her quick gaze took in the hellish landscape some sort of BDSM dungeon, or just an outright dungeon, for that matter. The chill that had crept onto Candy's skin blazed away in the heat, and soon she could feel dots of sweat starting to bead upon her tanned flesh. Candy quickly looked toward the center, finding the X just as Wolf brought it to her attention. The blonde hesitated for a moment. Take position... which direction to face? Was it a good move to even follow the order? If Candy let herself be bound, her chances of action decreased dramatically. Plus, given the buzz between her legs, she had little doubt what was soon to follow. No, they had to play along, at least a little while longer. Candy had surely already impressed she could do so now. The lithe blonde walked up to the X. She extended her arms up, laying them against the binding. Candy paused, her chest facing the machine, her head tilting to look over the shoulder. Did mistress wish to see my ass or my breasts? she asked, knowing precisely how to refer to herself. Put her body in terms of meat convince the woman you were going along... for now. ------------------------------------------------------ The Devil, and a sweet inhale. Mira shivered, resisting the urge to curl inward for protection. The lacy mesh barely offered covering, and with its crotch soaked with juice and spittle, not to mention clinging with sweat, it offered even less. The question had her eyes widening, and she bobbed her head quickly, the submissive role sliding over her almost too comfortably. The man who entered barely fit that definition. Mira took in his impressive chest, quickly determining that the tattooed flesh contained far more muscle than fat. She thought she recognized at least two conflicting gang tattoos, which was enough to make the novice spy swallow nervously. Her tingling flesh grew cold, pimpling. Her chest started to rapidly rise and fall with fear. Had they been made? Was this man here to punish her for their actions? The showing of dear Marco had hinted as much but... First. Customer. The two words hung in Mira's ear. Her mouth dropped, head whirling to Enison. He meant for... for this thing to... all Mira's girlish dreams of losing her virginity to a handsome man, to her skilled friend's lips and tongue, to someone wearing a ring, hell, to an older teacher, fluttered through her mind as the Devil approached her. Her eyes met his, seeing the lustful power. Her own nearly teared, and she quivered like a frightened rabbit.. Please be-- she got out, before a rock hard hand seized her throat. The girl gurgled, hands going to the fingers. Instinct took over, and Mira very nearly twisted in a self-defense maneuver. She barely stopped herself, forcing her body to hold very, very still while she struggled to suck in what little air Diablo allowed.