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TinyThings
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 20, 2013
- Location
- All around us
When ever the Lord of Pain, Ravaging and Pleasure wanted something, he always got it. He was the kind of Lord, of the Underworld, that none of the other lords, wanted on their bad side. There where no rules in the underworld, that Lords couldn't hurt Lords. And the Lord of Pain, was one of the worst abusers of this fact. His numbers where higher then any other Lords, because his minions turned to enjoy the pleasures, that was mingled with the pain. So none of the Lords could really challenge him. And when ever he got upset about something, someone had to bow their head, and prepare their minds for the pain. Even for creatures, burning in the underworld, there where still things that hurt too much.
This time, the Lord of Pain wanted a new play thing. He was tired of Demons, for they cried, and moaned so weakly. He was tired of humans, for they broke too quick. He wanted something new. He wanted an Angel. So, he asked the other Lords for an Angel, and an Angel they brought him. Straight from Heaven, she would've felt herself heavy, and only growing heavier. Suddenly so heavy, that she'd fainted, and dropped straight from the heavenly gates, and to.. Here.
The first thing that'd meet her when she woke, was the thick smell of sweat, and fornication. There where almost a complete silence around her, as if an entire room, had been waiting for her to wake. She'd feel heavy, tight chains at her wrists, but that wouldn't be the feeling that kept her down until she regained her strength. But that would be the continuous feeling, of being heavy. As if the fact that she'd been as light as a feather in heaven, had been ripped from her. It hadn't, but a spell was still upon her. A spell, trying to keep her from flapping her wings too much.
The second she'd open her eyes, she'd see a red ground bellow her. And when looking out, she'd see a huge open place, but no real lights to light it up, anywhere but where she was knelt. Except for a place out in the distance, where she'd see a giant man, standing in shadows where his face was still hidden.
After having a moment to collect herself, maybe even letting her shout for explanations for a while, until a silent giggling broke the silence, and a figure came crawling out from the darkness.
"There, theere.. The darkness doesn't.. Scare you.. Does it?" A woman came out from the shadows, crawling on all fours, as if a cat, stopping herself at the edge of the light, where she sat crouched, with her hands between her legs, flattened on the ground bellow her. The woman was practically naked. Her large, round, fleshy orbs where visible, but something, part of her body, resembling what could be called a pair of panties, where covering between her legs. Her skin was a pale grey, and her curved and face made it clear she was made for beauty. Behind her back, swayed a long thin tail from side to side. Her skin had adornments in the shape of piercings and tattoos in different places. Most of the tattoos where one collective kind. Strings with thorns, and a flower at the end. The woman had long, curvy red hair, that reached down to her waist, and her deep red eyes gazed towards the Angel, with a smirk across the red, lustrous lips.
"Welcome.. Little Angel.. To the Halls, of the Lord of Pain. My name is Myrial.. I will be your.. Host, one could say.. Here to explain a little, and then introduce you to the reasons of your.. Invitation.. Questions?" She asked, a small smirk on the red lips, revealing a set of sharp teeth behind the beauty. A terrifying, hidden gift.
This time, the Lord of Pain wanted a new play thing. He was tired of Demons, for they cried, and moaned so weakly. He was tired of humans, for they broke too quick. He wanted something new. He wanted an Angel. So, he asked the other Lords for an Angel, and an Angel they brought him. Straight from Heaven, she would've felt herself heavy, and only growing heavier. Suddenly so heavy, that she'd fainted, and dropped straight from the heavenly gates, and to.. Here.
The first thing that'd meet her when she woke, was the thick smell of sweat, and fornication. There where almost a complete silence around her, as if an entire room, had been waiting for her to wake. She'd feel heavy, tight chains at her wrists, but that wouldn't be the feeling that kept her down until she regained her strength. But that would be the continuous feeling, of being heavy. As if the fact that she'd been as light as a feather in heaven, had been ripped from her. It hadn't, but a spell was still upon her. A spell, trying to keep her from flapping her wings too much.
The second she'd open her eyes, she'd see a red ground bellow her. And when looking out, she'd see a huge open place, but no real lights to light it up, anywhere but where she was knelt. Except for a place out in the distance, where she'd see a giant man, standing in shadows where his face was still hidden.
After having a moment to collect herself, maybe even letting her shout for explanations for a while, until a silent giggling broke the silence, and a figure came crawling out from the darkness.
"There, theere.. The darkness doesn't.. Scare you.. Does it?" A woman came out from the shadows, crawling on all fours, as if a cat, stopping herself at the edge of the light, where she sat crouched, with her hands between her legs, flattened on the ground bellow her. The woman was practically naked. Her large, round, fleshy orbs where visible, but something, part of her body, resembling what could be called a pair of panties, where covering between her legs. Her skin was a pale grey, and her curved and face made it clear she was made for beauty. Behind her back, swayed a long thin tail from side to side. Her skin had adornments in the shape of piercings and tattoos in different places. Most of the tattoos where one collective kind. Strings with thorns, and a flower at the end. The woman had long, curvy red hair, that reached down to her waist, and her deep red eyes gazed towards the Angel, with a smirk across the red, lustrous lips.
"Welcome.. Little Angel.. To the Halls, of the Lord of Pain. My name is Myrial.. I will be your.. Host, one could say.. Here to explain a little, and then introduce you to the reasons of your.. Invitation.. Questions?" She asked, a small smirk on the red lips, revealing a set of sharp teeth behind the beauty. A terrifying, hidden gift.