Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Sexy Dominatrix Ventus
The Secret Dungeon
Tag: Dasyra
"More the haunting, yearning and delightfully agonizing sounds of want and pain intermingled." Ventus nodded at Dasyra, with her lust somewhat.. unleashed upon the trapped elf she got a bit more poetic in turn. The Deathknight smiled, more than anything at Dasyras presentation.
"How wonderfully quick you learn." Ventus cooed, brushing her undead elfs cheek.
"I know you belong to me and yet, like holding a prized posession tight, I just wish to make you more so. She explained, then observed her pet.
"Interesting, you see, some get their pleasure from acting in devotion, debasing themselfs, you get your pleasure from having things done to you, by me,.. " Ventus tipped her chin, and grinned.
"'tis fine, means none other can simply do this to do you.. hmnn your pussy whipped.. oh yes, you are a naughty pervert of an elf, and I will make you more such in due time." Ventus grinned, turning Dasyras insult into almost a praise, as she took the crop back.
Though the deathknight obliged, the riding crop whacking swift, not too hard whacks upon her elf-slaves puffy lips, whackings that had a subtone of slight splashing lewdness as Dasyra grew wetter, her mistress grinning lustfully.
"Oh sweet, sweet little slave-Dasyra, you should have told me of your desires before. I don't think you are an insane pervert yet, but I bet I could make you into one." Ventus grinned, pushing two fingers into Dasyras lips.
"There are many kinds of slaves.. some wish to debase themselfs, as I daid, some wish just a taste of the lips, wish to kneel.. " Ventus fingers pumped into Dasyras mouth slowly, silencing her.
"You.. you wish to go mad with pain and pleasure, don't you?" She licked along Dasyras neck.
"Don't worry.. that can be arranged. Just let me do whatever I desire to you.. and dream of my shaft." Ventus smirked and griped Dasyras hands, fastening small rings of ice around them, the same with Dasyras legs, small ancle chains that at first, seemed to not restrict her at all...
"Personally, I'm a closer type, but to see your eyes mad with lust for me before you are finally allowed to indulge what you need, what you love, what you desire.. ..Ice Wall!" Ventus chanted, and below Dasyra, a triangle of Ice formed from the ground, with its edge in between Dasyras legs. With a sadistic coo Ventus then took the elfs hands, pulling her forward so that she was on all fours, the front of the ice shakles melting with the icy riding horse, putting her head on the same height as Ventus shaft, with the cool ice up to her chest. However, much more was yet to come, as Ventus also reached out to Dasyras legs, securing her, in a kneeling position upon the icy horse, with the rim digging right into her sex. As if that wasn't enough, Ventus grinned.. and slowly created a slight elevation, shaping the ice to look more like a real horse, with Dasyras hands attached to the neck, slowly rising higher, and putting pressure onto her pussy, that slowly opened and spread under theicy rim.
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"Do you like your little horsey? Don't worry.. it doesn't hurt much.. infact,w ith the living it would melt and fit to your contours ... of course, you don't have that worry. Well, actually, perhaps you have to.. the more you cum, the more liquid will freeze right ontop of your little horsey and push even deeper into you." She licked over Dasyras back.. who could turn to look at what was happening, but only if she didn't mind increasing the pressure upon her sex excessively.
If she turned, she found Ventus igniting the candle, a dangerous, lustful look in her eyes, the riding crop put aside for another toy..
"Oh, I almost forgot." She grinned, and shaped the horses head to be a.. quite realistically beautiful ice, statuette, before mock-asking.
"Do you like your horsey? You know I could summon my horsey to..." Her hand wandered lower, cupping Dasyrs bottom.
"Join your ride.. no no, don't answer just yet, we have to tickle your true self to the fore." Ventus grinned, presenting a small set of tiny pliers.. clamps? Connected by a silvery chain. Ventus cooed, kissing the elf left breast.. before clamping down upon the nipple, swiftly leading the chain over the neck of the horse, so that Dasyra couldn't pull up far without tugging on her own breast, as Ventus clamped down on her right nipple as well..
"The clamps will increase over time.. this is just the basic pain, that you are helpless to escape.. relax.. get used to it... and deliberate.. will I give you pleasure.. or pain.. does it matter for a lustful pervert like you?" Ventus brushed over Dasyras back in a calming, gentle gesture, only to follow it up with a whack of the riding crop. Then another whack, then she presented her cock before Dasyras lips.. not to suck, but just for a taste of the sweet, glistening precum. Before Dasyra had a chance to fully taste it, there would be a drop of hot, compared to the cold she sat upon, burning hot wax upon her back.. and if she strained, she'd realize that Ventus chains held her tight and any escape attempt just ended up with her rubbing herself tighet upon her 'torturers' contraption. Yet, before the heat upon her back could fully fade away, that sweet, delicious precum covered tip of mistress beautiful shaft was back at her lips, to tempt her, soothe her.. condition her.
"Its alright to be a pervert.. its alright to go crazy for your mistress.. but you are not disgusting. You are beautiful, your helpless, lust and pain, its beautiful to me. So let it happen, let yourself fall into this lustful depravity and insanity. Lose yourself. Let me see your eyes filled with lustful devotion and nothing else. You are not Dasyra, not here, you are my slave, Dark Ranger, my black arrow who craves to do my bidding, through pleasure or pain." Ventus told her slave, mixing crop whippings of her bottom, her back, even her sex, with hot splashes of the wax, with gentle kisses and caresses, taking her time, telling Dasyra not to fight her lusts, rather to give into them, just as she'd give into her mistresses commands.
"There there.. only a little more and you can service mistress.. finally serve mistress. You are such a lewd pervert already, enjoying the pain for mistress, good girl, embracing it, feeling good with it. Don't fight it, you can't fight it, slave, good girls don't fight against what their owners do to their bodies or minds and you don't want to fight, you want it to happen, because deep down you are a pervert, my pervert. Your mind is mine and I want it to be aglow with lustful, dirty fantasies for your mistress. Obey and embrace your masochism and subservience. Let yourself become that emberassing pervert of an elf for mistress." She went on with her treatment for what might have been minutes, might have been hours for all Dasyra could sense, bound and sensitive as she was, before finally leaning back for a moment, cooing.
"Don't let your morals or sanity hold you back, give yourself to servitude.. but how do you want to serve right now? Would you like me to teach you you are but a pet, humiliate you with the aid of my mighty steed? Or would you rather I play with your mind and addiction, let you feel how helpless you really are." Ventus grinned lustfully.
"Or are you deep down such a naughty bride you want it all?"