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Re: Trapped in the Underdark - In Character
Dasyra the Slave
The Secret Dungeon
Tag: Mistress Ventus
"Hnn, nngh... I could not be... ngghh, more yours, Mistress! I -- ah! s-swear it!" Dasyra shifted and moaned further under her mistress' flogging, her facial cheeks red from her embarassment as her true, lewd nature was lain bare and exposed before the proud and noble death knight. Meanwhile her asscheeks were being turned red from the continuous beating and smacking and whipping they were receiving, with each fall of the crop sending a spike of pleasure intermingled with pain and the associated high of embarrassed surrender subsuming her.
To have Ventus praise her for her lewdness and perversity was oddly gratifying, and encouraged the newly undead elf to howl more appreciatively as her pussy lips felt the deathknight's lash next, the wet impact demonstrating the dark ranger's pitiful, burgeoning feelings of a pain slut.
"M-mad? With pain and -ah!- pleasure~~" Dasyra closed her eyes and crooned as Ventus' fingers slipped easily into her honey-filled hole. She bucked her hips slowly, rolling them into the fingers to accentuate their touch. She wanted to speak more, but Ventus' fingers then entered her mouth, silencing her as she instinctively suckled upon her new wife's digits.
Dasyra was of no mind to argue with allowing Ventus to have her way, nor to reject the mental image of the death knight's proud, throbbing cock, and how it would feel or taste inside of her.
Quickly after that, Ventus formed rings of ice around her limbs and summoned for her a triangle sex horse made of ice. She was forced into a position on all fours, bound to the ice of the horse with her pussy and chest.
It at first seemed like Ventus' cock was leveled at her mouth and she opened up her lips and licked out with her tongue, but the mistress had moved away, to do her own licking along Dasyra's blue-tinted back.
Her wet cunny immediately felt stuck in place as her juices froze against the ice. It was uncomfortable, and her tender flesh was feeling the bite of the cold magic, even though she was undead and resistant to such things.
"Y-your horsey?" Dasyra asked, confused. Her mind was overwhelmed by all that had happened in such a short period of time. She gulped. With eternity before them both, the dark ranger, even in her sex addled mind, wondered if they weren't spreading the new experiences out enough? Or was it simply that Ventus was missing all of her old favorite activities from long ago?
Then the deathknight brought out a new addition to her apparently bottomless repetoire of sadistic toys. The nipple clamps made her wince and cry out - but with far more pleasure in her voice than pain. Her nipples were sensitive, and the somewhat harsh treatment of them was driving her wild. She doubted she would have wanted much more pain there, but what she felt now, being bound by them was just right. Maybe Ventus would make her pierce them one day and adorn her with pretty rings or jewelry to wear on them?
Now Ventus began to whip her ass and thighs again, eliciting further honeyed cries from her dark ranger slave. The cock was proffered before the hungry cumslave once more, giving Dasyra a chance to have a taste once again, before the surprising heat of hot wax dripped and splattered onto her back, causing her whole form to curl and twist, putting pressure on both her cunny and her nipples from where they were attached or frozen against the horse contraption.
"Yeeaaghh! Ohahhhuuuuu.. Nnnh... hnnh... Sss so good. Hurts... but it's nice. I like how it cools on me. Haah~~"
More dripping hot wax fell, along with the riding crop upon her flesh and Dasyra continued to moan and take the occassional lick of her mistress' precum. As this happened, she took on the instructions that the mistress gave her. In here there was no Ventus or Dasyra, there was only Mistress and her slave. These roles simplified things and comforted the slave, giving her a clarity of purpose. She would be a good girl. A good slave. She would please mistress with her lewdness. As such, Dasyra's moans became more and more perverted.
Time passed on, and the slave acted more and more how she perceived the mistress desired - until it no longer was an act. The slave swiftly let the pleasure and pain wash over her. Her red eyes rolled back and her tongue started to loll out to the side as the stimulation drove her temporarily over the edge. She drooled her poisonous saliva and mumbled soft oaths of obedience and devotion that became unintelligible in the midst of her pleasure. It wasn't until Ventus relented for a moment that Dasyra was able to take a small break and recover her mind and remember who she was beyond just a recipient of Ventus' desires.
She let her body be still and her mind clear as she turned Ventus' latest options over in her head. When at last she spoke, it was with a strength that belied the game of Mistress and slave that they had been playing up to this point.
"My morals are the truth of my servitude to you. My insanity is the rejection of all worlds, for this room is my everywhere, so long as you reside with me, Mistress mine. The past and the future are gone, I reject such imposters. There is only the present anymore. I am your pet. I am humiliated by your steed. I am toyed and played with and addicted to you, helpless and bound and broken and in being such I am truly whole and empowered.
"Mistress. I want all of you. And confidently I will say that I SHALL have all of you. Every perversion you wish upon me, shall happen. Do you not see it yet, my beautiful, most adored mistress? My love. My wife. All mistresses, bound in the love of Evening Glory, are conquered by their slaves."
Dasyra let out one of her newly acquired, unhinged echoing giggles that ricocheted from the shadows and walls as though she were one with the room itself.
"So let us not rush the experience. All these things shall come to pass. The true pain you give me, that hurts more than any lash, is to deny me of your body. Mistress, make love to me. I beg of you. This room is not going anywhere and neither am I. I am your insane, pain-loving, perverted slave wife. I will be cross with you if you do not show me all that your promise - but I beg you to let my breaking in be a longer process. Mmmm... let me savour each wonderful new degradation, just as you savour them as well. This is our story now. Will you not take me again, as you desire, as we both desire? These bonds are only illusions, the true chains that bind me to you are already in place."
The Secret Dungeon
Tag: Mistress Ventus
"Hnn, nngh... I could not be... ngghh, more yours, Mistress! I -- ah! s-swear it!" Dasyra shifted and moaned further under her mistress' flogging, her facial cheeks red from her embarassment as her true, lewd nature was lain bare and exposed before the proud and noble death knight. Meanwhile her asscheeks were being turned red from the continuous beating and smacking and whipping they were receiving, with each fall of the crop sending a spike of pleasure intermingled with pain and the associated high of embarrassed surrender subsuming her.
To have Ventus praise her for her lewdness and perversity was oddly gratifying, and encouraged the newly undead elf to howl more appreciatively as her pussy lips felt the deathknight's lash next, the wet impact demonstrating the dark ranger's pitiful, burgeoning feelings of a pain slut.
"M-mad? With pain and -ah!- pleasure~~" Dasyra closed her eyes and crooned as Ventus' fingers slipped easily into her honey-filled hole. She bucked her hips slowly, rolling them into the fingers to accentuate their touch. She wanted to speak more, but Ventus' fingers then entered her mouth, silencing her as she instinctively suckled upon her new wife's digits.
Dasyra was of no mind to argue with allowing Ventus to have her way, nor to reject the mental image of the death knight's proud, throbbing cock, and how it would feel or taste inside of her.
Quickly after that, Ventus formed rings of ice around her limbs and summoned for her a triangle sex horse made of ice. She was forced into a position on all fours, bound to the ice of the horse with her pussy and chest.
It at first seemed like Ventus' cock was leveled at her mouth and she opened up her lips and licked out with her tongue, but the mistress had moved away, to do her own licking along Dasyra's blue-tinted back.
Her wet cunny immediately felt stuck in place as her juices froze against the ice. It was uncomfortable, and her tender flesh was feeling the bite of the cold magic, even though she was undead and resistant to such things.
"Y-your horsey?" Dasyra asked, confused. Her mind was overwhelmed by all that had happened in such a short period of time. She gulped. With eternity before them both, the dark ranger, even in her sex addled mind, wondered if they weren't spreading the new experiences out enough? Or was it simply that Ventus was missing all of her old favorite activities from long ago?
Then the deathknight brought out a new addition to her apparently bottomless repetoire of sadistic toys. The nipple clamps made her wince and cry out - but with far more pleasure in her voice than pain. Her nipples were sensitive, and the somewhat harsh treatment of them was driving her wild. She doubted she would have wanted much more pain there, but what she felt now, being bound by them was just right. Maybe Ventus would make her pierce them one day and adorn her with pretty rings or jewelry to wear on them?
Now Ventus began to whip her ass and thighs again, eliciting further honeyed cries from her dark ranger slave. The cock was proffered before the hungry cumslave once more, giving Dasyra a chance to have a taste once again, before the surprising heat of hot wax dripped and splattered onto her back, causing her whole form to curl and twist, putting pressure on both her cunny and her nipples from where they were attached or frozen against the horse contraption.
"Yeeaaghh! Ohahhhuuuuu.. Nnnh... hnnh... Sss so good. Hurts... but it's nice. I like how it cools on me. Haah~~"
More dripping hot wax fell, along with the riding crop upon her flesh and Dasyra continued to moan and take the occassional lick of her mistress' precum. As this happened, she took on the instructions that the mistress gave her. In here there was no Ventus or Dasyra, there was only Mistress and her slave. These roles simplified things and comforted the slave, giving her a clarity of purpose. She would be a good girl. A good slave. She would please mistress with her lewdness. As such, Dasyra's moans became more and more perverted.
Time passed on, and the slave acted more and more how she perceived the mistress desired - until it no longer was an act. The slave swiftly let the pleasure and pain wash over her. Her red eyes rolled back and her tongue started to loll out to the side as the stimulation drove her temporarily over the edge. She drooled her poisonous saliva and mumbled soft oaths of obedience and devotion that became unintelligible in the midst of her pleasure. It wasn't until Ventus relented for a moment that Dasyra was able to take a small break and recover her mind and remember who she was beyond just a recipient of Ventus' desires.
She let her body be still and her mind clear as she turned Ventus' latest options over in her head. When at last she spoke, it was with a strength that belied the game of Mistress and slave that they had been playing up to this point.
"My morals are the truth of my servitude to you. My insanity is the rejection of all worlds, for this room is my everywhere, so long as you reside with me, Mistress mine. The past and the future are gone, I reject such imposters. There is only the present anymore. I am your pet. I am humiliated by your steed. I am toyed and played with and addicted to you, helpless and bound and broken and in being such I am truly whole and empowered.
"Mistress. I want all of you. And confidently I will say that I SHALL have all of you. Every perversion you wish upon me, shall happen. Do you not see it yet, my beautiful, most adored mistress? My love. My wife. All mistresses, bound in the love of Evening Glory, are conquered by their slaves."
Dasyra let out one of her newly acquired, unhinged echoing giggles that ricocheted from the shadows and walls as though she were one with the room itself.
"So let us not rush the experience. All these things shall come to pass. The true pain you give me, that hurts more than any lash, is to deny me of your body. Mistress, make love to me. I beg of you. This room is not going anywhere and neither am I. I am your insane, pain-loving, perverted slave wife. I will be cross with you if you do not show me all that your promise - but I beg you to let my breaking in be a longer process. Mmmm... let me savour each wonderful new degradation, just as you savour them as well. This is our story now. Will you not take me again, as you desire, as we both desire? These bonds are only illusions, the true chains that bind me to you are already in place."