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Omerta
Super-Earth
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- May 2, 2010
RE: Omerta, Playing with Her Torture Bunny
A soft thumping came from down the hall of the dark, dank chamber. Sounded like... the far off hammering of a blacksmith's hammer on a fiery new blade. The thumping stopped soon, replaced with the clicking of heels. The clicking was getting louder. Someone was slowly approaching the prisoner's cell. The clicking had stopped not far from the cell and the sound of chains accompanied when the clicking continued. A woman stood between the dim light and the cell casting a dark shadow on her figure. She was thin, clearly wearing high heeled boots, a long bit of chain clutched between her finger and her palm.
The woman was holding something else in her other hand, something hard to make out. Looked like a squirt bottle. She set down the chains at her feet and unlocked the cell door, taking a few steps toward the nude boy harnessed inside it. She stood roughly five feet in front of him, still guarded by the shadow. She raised the object in her hand toward his naked body and squirted his groin with it.
She squirted his face for good measure and spoke in a strong, demanding tone, "Get up. Hands and knees and follow me." She turned and walked toward the door of the cell, expecting him to follow promptly behind her.
A soft thumping came from down the hall of the dark, dank chamber. Sounded like... the far off hammering of a blacksmith's hammer on a fiery new blade. The thumping stopped soon, replaced with the clicking of heels. The clicking was getting louder. Someone was slowly approaching the prisoner's cell. The clicking had stopped not far from the cell and the sound of chains accompanied when the clicking continued. A woman stood between the dim light and the cell casting a dark shadow on her figure. She was thin, clearly wearing high heeled boots, a long bit of chain clutched between her finger and her palm.
The woman was holding something else in her other hand, something hard to make out. Looked like a squirt bottle. She set down the chains at her feet and unlocked the cell door, taking a few steps toward the nude boy harnessed inside it. She stood roughly five feet in front of him, still guarded by the shadow. She raised the object in her hand toward his naked body and squirted his groin with it.
She squirted his face for good measure and spoke in a strong, demanding tone, "Get up. Hands and knees and follow me." She turned and walked toward the door of the cell, expecting him to follow promptly behind her.
Omerta
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 2, 2010
RE: Omerta, Playing with Her Torture Bunny
The fluid began to sting on the prisoner's body. The woman stopped just outside the cell door and motioned toward the chains, her face still hidden, "Pick those up, don't dilly dally." The woman began to make her way up the stairs, there were quite a few. Gradually the spiraling stairwell got brighter and at one point there was a soft padded fabric covering the stairs.
The room above was dimly lit, yet much brighter than the chamber the prisoner had been kept in. With soft black padded carpet, walls painted a deep purple. She led him to a room seperate from what apparently was the hallway. There was a large curtained bed in the center of the room against the window-less walls. Again the floor was covered in a padded black carpet, the walls painted red. The woman snapped her fingers and almost instantly the candles in the room were lit. She pointed to a corner before sitting down on the extensive bed. "Set them there. Then come here." She said, patting the bed next to her.
The fluid began to sting on the prisoner's body. The woman stopped just outside the cell door and motioned toward the chains, her face still hidden, "Pick those up, don't dilly dally." The woman began to make her way up the stairs, there were quite a few. Gradually the spiraling stairwell got brighter and at one point there was a soft padded fabric covering the stairs.
The room above was dimly lit, yet much brighter than the chamber the prisoner had been kept in. With soft black padded carpet, walls painted a deep purple. She led him to a room seperate from what apparently was the hallway. There was a large curtained bed in the center of the room against the window-less walls. Again the floor was covered in a padded black carpet, the walls painted red. The woman snapped her fingers and almost instantly the candles in the room were lit. She pointed to a corner before sitting down on the extensive bed. "Set them there. Then come here." She said, patting the bed next to her.