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“ i’m considering my options . ” leo announced faintly , his fingertips stroking the metallic bars as he paced from right to left . he was slightly manic , his pupils on the brink of amplification as he sighed aloud from the neurotic compulsions . he then stopped directly before the slave , aligning his face along two solid bars and gazing upon her . she was certainly lovely , yet so mysterious and avid towards him . plus , her breasts were pretty damn fantastic . “ i may have someone in mind , it’s a matter of whether they have something delicious to offer . i’m so very hungry . ”
Looking at him through her dark lashes, Darby smiled, just a little. “And what are you hungry for, Sir? Any chance I could sate your needs? I’ve been told I can be very, very accomodating,” she purred. Mostly cuz she never said no back on earth, even when she wasn’t completly trashed. Down here...she didn’t think she had the option, but playing along seemed to make things go smoother...and she liked to fuck, so what was the harm?
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‘ oh, i see somethin' i like alright ’ he admits with a smirk, dragging his eyes up and down her busty figure. circling around her like a predator to get a better view of her body and goddamn, he’s liking the view. from those striking blue eyes to those sexy thighs he’d love to bruise with his mouth. or knife, whatever he’s in the mood for. ‘ i’d love to see more though ’ he’d growl, hand reaching to cop a feel of that perky ass of hers, groping at her before he gives her behind an unnecessarily rough smack. he cares little about the people around them and those few staring at him — he never did while he was alive, he’s certainly not gonna care in hell. ‘ damn. you’re a pretty little piece of rapemeat ’
A little gasp escaped Darby as he slapped her ass, but she had to chuckle, enjoying his confidance. “Mmm, a sweet talker, I see,” she said, leaning closer to press her full breasts against his broad chest. Tipping her head to the side, her long dark hair tumbled around her face, blue eyes peering up at him. She’d always liked big men with a hint of danger to them and my oh my, did this one ever fit the bill. “You can see all you like...I’m here to serve you.”
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“fighting has never exactly been my forte..” fauna explained. “mostly because i’m about the size of an eighth grader but also because biting which is my main form of defence is usually considered cowardly.”the brunette joked. “i’m definitely more of a lover.” she added with a quick wink.
“doctor fauna ainsworth.. can’t say i’ve heard of the new york fitzpatricks but more power to ya.. i’m also slaving it up.. oh i think it was probably the affair with a married man and if my mothers version catholism is to be believed also all the pre-martial sex and contraception.”
“Ooh, a doctor. Fancy,” Darby purred, then chuckled. “You are pretty tiny, but that’s probably a big hit with the doms.” She reached out and brushed Fauna’s hair back over her shoulder. “If fucking a married guy is grounds for being here, same. Could never help giving in to hot and powerful men or women...and there are a lot of them here.”
Her blue eyes wandered over Fauna and she mused, “I wonder if any of them like to watch slaves play? I would not be opposed to some fun time together.”
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Being a frequent of going to Seven Deadly Sins, Jessi couldn’t help but tell there were more slaves at the place. In fact the more she sees of them. The more she tends to be questioning just how many people could this whole facility contain. However once the words come to her ear. The demon couldn’t help but smirk.
“You. You seem to have the balls or guts to even speak without being spoken too. I like that in a good little fuck toy.” She chuckles taking a step closer. “Hmm indeed I like what I see here.”
Darby smiled at the demon and said, “Speaking up tends to get me noticed faster...at least I’m not pitching fits in the cells anymore. The attention up here is much more fun.”
Shifting so that her breasts jiggled a bit under her thin shirt, she said, “Are you alone this evening, Mistress? Looking for some company?”
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He enjoyed watching her like this. Free from her propper society role she had been chained into. Those were the chains she liked, and damn if he didn’t want her in chains. All in his time, he reminded himself, after all, there was all eternity ahead of them. “I will tell them just how to fuck a whore like you… leave you dripping cum and begging for more…” His eyes moved the man behind her and with the tilt of his head, the man was cumming against her asshole leaving the first of many marks in her body. “What a fucking whore…” the other comment as he slapped her ass. “What do you say to that slut?!” he prompted her, never letting her look at anyone but himself.
She had no time to rest, another one was already alighting and forcing his way now inside her ass. “There she is… my filthy whore…” he smiled eyes back on her “But you have to do better if you want daddy’s cock… I haven’t even started with you… you don’t get the big prize until everyone knows just much of a beautiful cum slut you are….”
Darby moaned, eyes hazy with lust and the feeling of being properly used. “Thank you, Daddy,” she gasped, biting her red lips. “I was made for men like you to use. To be a whore for your entertainment and pleasure.” She rocked her hips, fucking her ass on the fat cock abusing her ass and moaning when he came. A shudder of pleasure rolled through her when the strager called her a whore and she breathed, “Thank you for fucking my slutty asshole, Sir. Thank you for making me your cumdump tonight.”
Even saying the words made her body ache with need and her empty cunt spasmed, arousal flowing freely out of her twitching hole as her ass was filled again. “I want to be a good whore, Daddy. Fuck as many cocks as you want. Cover me in cum. Wreck my ass!” Darby begged, clenching around the man now using her. “I’ll do anything Daddy wants. Always would.”
What a Small World || Christopher & Darby
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the club, now that was a setting that fauna knew what to do with. you looked hot, you got drunk and then you slut dropped till someone looked good enough to eat. though the club was usually a lot more fun when you had friends to hype you up when you were charming people, so the smile from the unfamiliar brunette was a real relief, hell might not be so bad if you could have friends.
“well it’s my first day, and you smiling kinda has me hoping that hell ain’t a friendless joint.. so if that’s true.. then yes.”
“Oooh, new girl,” Darby cooed, then looked her up and down. “You must be a good girl that they let you out so soon. I was dumb and put up a fight and got locked in my gross cell for a while.”
She pushed herself away from the bar and grinned at the smaller girl. “I’m Darby Fitzpatrick...of the New York Fitzpatrick’s when I was alive but now I’m a slave like a lot of other pretty yourng things. What’d you do to end up down here?”
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No matter how many times he had sex, or with how many people, that face one makes when they are first entered is just priceless. And no matter how many times he had seen that expression in her face, he still enjoyed it like it was the first time. “I know princess…” and how he knew just how much she liked it “full whore is a happy whore…”. Another gesture from the master and someone started to tease her asshole as well. “Is my little whore missing something in that hole as well?!…”
Chritopher couldn’t help looking at her face, no matter how many people started to gather around the show, his attention was only on her. His thumb ran across her bottom lip “I would have this hole as well… ” he slid two fingers in her mouth moving them around until they were all wet “but I want everyone to hear you moan as they take turns using you…”
The man fucking her wasn’t holding back and grunts and moans spilled from Darby’’s lips, lust hazed eyes staring up at Christopher. When he prompted her, she nodded, reaching back and pulling her plump ass cheeks apart. “Yes, Daddy...you know I’m a nasty little anal slut. Can’t resist having all my holes filled together!” she panted, clenching her asshole. “I haven’t been fucked right in so long, Daddy. Please, please... tell them how to break me right!”
She licked desperately at his thumb and groaned. “I could lick it, Daddy,” she begged. Not fill my mouth...oooooh!...so you could still hear me. Can I lick your big cock and balls, Daddy? It’s been so long since you’ve slapped me in the face with it!” Sure, she was babbling and begging, but as she was fucked and Christopher watched, she could care less. All she wanted was to hear Daddy tell her she was a filthy whore...which between them was praise.
What a Small World || Christopher & Darby
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He had to admit he had missed her. Darby had become a constant in his life, something he did when he needed a bit more than a quick fuck or when he was bored at a party. She was fun and easy and wanted from him no more than he was willing to give. And he had to admit that he loved her messages in the middle of the night, the ones she would tell all she had been up too and have him tell her just what he thought about her adventures.
Turning her around he pushed her against the bar once again, grinding her ass against his groin. There was no point in hiding just how hard she had gotten him. They had history after all. “I think I have to give you a proper introduction to hell…” she had to be welcomed after all. With a grip on her hair, he forced her over the bar, making sure her ass pushed out so that everyone could see it when he came around the bar and stood in front of her. “Just to show you how little whores like you are used in here…”. Christopher made a gesture with his hand, and before she knew it, someone was sliding his cock inside of her. “You like that princess?!…” he never eased the grip on her hair, making sure she couldn’t look at away one but him.
Darby let out a gasp as he bent her over the bar, manhandling her as though he owned her...always a turn on when it was him. Not that he owned her, but his power and self assurance had always been a bit of an aphrodesiac. Arching her back, she pressed her round ass against him, groaning as she felt the shape of his dick through his trousers. By that point, her scrap of a skirt was hiked up around her waist, offering no protection and putting her wet, bare pussy on display.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she moaned as he moved around in front of her. Darby licked her lips, thinking he intended to fuck her mouth, but gasped in shock when she felt someone who was not Daddy (but who had a nice big dick) shove into her unprotected cunt. “Oooooh,” she moaned, fingers grasping the bar. With Christopher holding her hair, she couldn’t even turn around to see who was using her...she was simply a set of holes for whomever it was to get off in...for Daddy;s enjoyment. Looking up at Christopher through her lashes, Darby nodded and breathed, “Yes, Daddy...Whores like me hate to be empty. Thank you for helping me fill up my slutty holes.”
What a Small World || Christopher & Darby
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After being in hell for a couple of weeks, Darby was starting to get the feel for it. Sure, the little cells were nasty, but if she played her cards right, she didn’t spend too much time in there. Look pretty, hang out in the club, get fucked...those were things she knew how to do. Sure, she liked having other options, but it could be so much worse.
Leaning back against the wall, she smiled at one of the people (or were they a demon? It was hard to tell) that came to frequent Seven Deadly Sins. “See anything you like today?”
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“Yes, well, a cell isn’t really a place you would expect to not be so… ‘ugh”,” the Brit said with a chuckle, though the chuckle turned into a full laugh at the brunette’s offer. Her breasts, of course, were hard to ignore, but Brandon was well-versed at what she was trying to do. With a sly smile, he decided that if she was so willing to be “grateful” then he would oblige.
That didn’t mean he was going to give her what she wanted though.
“Well, since you insist,” he said before turning his gaze from her. “Guards?” he called. “Tie her up and open her cell. I’m going to have my fun with this one.
The guards obeyed immediately and tied up the brunette so that her arms were spread open and restricted as she stood. Once the guards had left, Brandon stepped inside the cell and undid a few buttons.
“Oh sorry, did you think you were getting out?” he teased. “Oh no, I want to see how grateful you are right here, right now.”
When the guards enteres the cell and grabbed at her, Darby yelped, “Hey!” She wasn’t expecting the man to want to have her here, but to each their own. It would still be a distraction. She pulled on the bindings in vain and she watched the big man step into her cell.
“You know these aren’t needed, right? I’m kind of a sure thing,” she said, watching him as he approached her. “In here, really? Well, not the worst place I’ve been fucked. You are going to do that, right? Too bad I can’t suck your cock in this position.”
Darby had always had a tendency to babble until her mouth was full and clearly death hadn’t changed that.
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👀 something you’ve been dying to try?
I wouldn’t mind getting fucked in the middle of that club room. All eyes on me...and no dad to get mad at me for making a public spectacle of myself.
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A penthouse? Well the question wasn’t really one to answer yet here she did. “No? You are eye candy but we can make you much much prettier. You’re going to be a star escorting me to the ball as my own personal escort.” She grins taking a step back and analysing the girl. “I think we can make you better, sexier. Something that will make people stare at you but knows that they can’t touch. Because during those time you are mine.”
“I’m always up for a little primping and pampering,” Darby said, brushing her long, dark hair back over her shoulders. Getting out of this cage and going to a party sounded like a good time to her. “If my past is anything to go by, people love to touch what they shouldn’t. What shold I call you? I’m still getting used to all...this.” She waved a hand to indicate the cells and the bars. She could play along, master/slave kink wasn’t new to her.
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👀 sexual preference - men or women?
Both and more.
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👀 + what do you miss most about earth?
I miss my apartment. I miss waking up in Egyptian Cotton sheets and deciding what I want to do and being able to do it.
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