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Dungeon(#105R) This appears to be a medieval torture chamber. The walls are of strong, roughly hewn granite and there is no visible way out. In the middle of the room is a brazier full of glowing hot coals, that bathes the room in a sinister red light. In a few cressets on the walls oil burns fitfully, making shadows that flicker and loom. Shackles made from an odd black metal hang from the walls in various places. Embedded upright in the stone floor near the brazier are two posts spaced a few feet apart with shackles at the top and bottom. In one corner is a large table with shackles at each corner that can be tilted from any angle from horizontal to vertical. In another corner stands an 'X' shaped frame, which appears to be adjustable, with shackles on each of the legs of the 'X'. There is also a curiously high, padded bench with shackles on all four legs. On one wall are several wooden 'pegs' from which hang various items and in a corner is a rolling 'tray' similar to what a medieval torurer [Exits : none] [Sleepers: Jaspyr(#136P), Damyn(#108PW3), Genwyn(#121P!W3), and Werecat(#134P)] [Things : Jaspyr Plushie(#137)] No one that you are watching for is online. LOG> ACPT: 27 lrvr92.arc.net(1166)(1166) 204.49.111.92 C#2 muck LOG> ACPT: 28 lrvr92.arc.net(1167)(1167) 204.49.111.92 C#3 muck LOG> CONN: 27 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr92.arc.net(1166)(1166) 204.49.111.92 Damyn has connected. Nightmask pounces! LOG> CONN: 28 Ranalin(#127PBX) lrvr92.arc.net(1167)(1167) 204.49.111.92 Damyn giggles as she's bowled over by her master. Nightmask cuddles and smiles, giving him a choice of RPs Slave? Damyn nodnoddles! "Yep!" Damyn wriggles cutely on your lap doing her best to look bondable. Nightmask chirrrs as he nips and tugs at your throat, tail swishing merrily. "Think I'll you right now, since I need to keep the Nightmask mindset relatively firmly for the RP on FFaire." Damyn ohs and nodnods. "Makes sense...So what first?" Nightmask laughs and swats your rump nice and good, bouncing you in his lap as he nips your neck again. "So now I think I'll let you 'enjoy' a bondage scene from one of my books my dear little slave, since I know you'll enjoy it." Dungeon(#105R) This appears to be a medieval torture chamber. The walls are of strong, roughly hewn granite and there is no visible way out. In the middle of the room is a brazier full of glowing hot coals, that bathes the room in a sinister red light. In a few cressets on the walls oil burns fitfully, making shadows that flicker and loom. Shackles made from an odd black metal hang from the walls in various places. Embedded upright in the stone floor near the brazier are two posts spaced a few feet apart with shackles at the top and bottom. In one corner is a large table with shackles at each corner that can be tilted from any angle from horizontal to vertical. In another corner stands an 'X' shaped frame, which appears to be adjustable, with shackles on each of the legs of the 'X'. There is also a curiously high, padded bench with shackles on all four legs. On one wall are several wooden 'pegs' from which hang various items and in a corner is a rolling 'tray' similar to what a medieval torurer [Exits : none] [Players : Damyn(#108PW3)] [Sleepers: Jaspyr(#136P), Genwyn(#121P!W3), and Werecat(#134P)] [Things : Jaspyr Plushie(#137)] Damyn eeps! at the swat then looks at you from the corner of her eye grinning. "Mmmm...sounds great!" LOG> ACPT: 33 lrvr106.arc.net(1175)(1175) 204.49.111.106 C#4 muck LOG> ACPT: 38 lrvr106.arc.net(1179)(1179) 204.49.111.106 C#5 muck LOG> CONN: 38 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr106.arc.net(1179)(1179) 204.49.111.106 Damyn has connected. LOG> DISC: 33 lrvr106.arc.net(1175)(1175) 204.49.111.106 (never connected) Damyn nips her naughty ISP... Nightmask stands up with chuckle, pulling you along with him as he pads over to the set of hanging shackles and pulls them down, forcing your arms above you and fastening them to the bar about a foot apart. LOG> DISC: 27 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr92.arc.net(1166)(1166) 204.49.111.92 Damyn has disconnected. Name OnTime Idle Name OnTime Idle Name Ontime Idle Damyn 00:02 1m Ranalin 00:12 9m Nightmask 00:13 0s 3 players are connected. Damyn lets herself be led to the chains and gladly lifts her paws above her so that they can be fastened in place. She gives a delicious little shudder as the shackles click shut. Nightmask laughs and nips the side of your neck from behind, running his hands up and down your chest over the various sets of breasts. "Love this don't you Slave? Restrained for your master. Well it gets worse," he promises as he makes certain you're just barely able to touch your feet to the ground. Damyn smiles at the love nip, and presses forwards against your paws when they pass across her breasts. "You know I do!" she answers, "But how...eep!" That last is as her feet briefly leave the ground and she has to stand balerina style to take any weight off her arms. Nightmask tweaks and tugs your nipples to get them good and hard, then pads over to a rack with several sets of long strings with screw-clamps at the end, padding back over to dangle them before you. "You'll learn all soon enough Slave," he says, taking each pert nipple and screwing the clamp down tight until the strings all dangle from your chest, then takes each in turn and fastens it to another hanging ring, tugging until your breasts are stretched out as far as they'll go, making it even harder to keep your footing. Damyn(#108PW3) As naked as she is, she could easily be confused with an ordinary otter that had reared up on her hind legs save for her 4'2" height, her slightly greater length of limb, and certain subtle differences in bone structure that make her upright posture seem as natural as a four legged stance would be. Her dark eyes with their irises that only show their deep red-brown color in bright sun or fire light shift uneasily; a blush peeks through the whiskers on her face. Across most of her body her fur is a deep gray like a winter sea, but it softly deepens nearly to black at the tip of her thick tail and in a streak that passes between her breasts down the middle of her chest and stomach. Without her clothes to hinder your surveilance, you can see that while relatively average in musculature, she is otherwise in good shape with just enough excess flesh not to look or feel bony - all except for a suspicious bulging of her stomach - why she's pregnant! Her four breasts are modest, but nicely rounded with small but perky nipples. Further, you notice that her hands are fine boned - almost delicate - and clearly the most agile part of her. She still retains the flame-in-circle pendant, reluctant to surrender it for some reason, and even now she fingers it nervously with her right hand. A grim offset to this are a slave collar and above it, numerous small scars that also cover much of her neck, especially at the front around the throat; there are several overlapping patterns that seem fairly regular and disturbingly familiar. Further scars of a slightly different appearance adorn her breasts. Her stomach now bears the recent addition of a large, ornate letter N in a circle that stretches from nearly the top of her sex to the bottom of her navel. Of course, you can't help but glance further down to where her slit is just barely visible through her fur - even here, scars can be found on the nether lips. There amongst the fur covering her sex is the glitter of a bright golden ring apparently pierced horizontally through her sensitive little clit. She catches your glance and her blush deepens as she averts her face and swishes her tail in embarassment. Carrying: (Currency: 2051 pennies) Damyn at first seems to like the tweaking and tugging, but at the last there, you give each an extra little tug that makes her squeak. She watches with just a little worry as you walk over to the rack and begin to select some serious nipple clamps. Of course, right about then the first dribble of her juices leaves her sex confirming what you'd known all along - she may be worried about the pain, but she wants it too bad to ask you to stop. She winces as the first clamp goes tight and by the time you finish and begin tying the strings to rings dangling in front and above her, she whimpering softly, her body arched forwards on toe tip to minimize the pull on her breasts. Nightmask strokes at the undersids of your tautly stretched breasts, raking his claws at the undersides of each in turn before reaching down between your legs to rub his fingertips through your wetness. "Just can't get enough can you Slave? Just a slut who loves pain aren't you?" he chirrs into your ear roughly, gripping and squeezing your upper breast and squeezing hard. Damyn gives you a tense smile at the gentle stroke then winces as it turns to a rough clawing of her breasts. She's so aroused that your fingers at her sex makes her stumble slightly and squeal as her breasts jerk tight. Swiftly she regains her uncomfortable pose atop her toes and with an embarrassed swish of her tail she nods. "Yes Master...I...AHHHHhhh!...I want more!" she cries awash in the pain of her tightly squeezed breast. Nightmask bites down on the side of your neck opposite where he bit before, tugging it with his teeth before letting go. "Oh we've more for you slave don't worry," he says, only this time you feel him walk away behind you, to come back around in front between your legs, not letting you see as he spreads your folds out and licks at your clit to tease you more, just before he clamps a very sharp alligator clip onto your helpless bud. Damyn hisses softly this time, the bite having a bit more...ah...bite than the last one. She sways and nearly stumbles again thanks to your firm tug and her face is a mixture of hope and dread at your news. She tries to see what you're doing, but she feels herself start to lean and quickly faces forwards again. An involuntary purrr leaves her when you begin to play with her sex...her breathing begins to pick up and you can taste her juices flowing out...and then she squeals and somehow manages to give a small hop...so much fuss over a tiny alligator clip. Nightmask chuckles deep in his throat, watching you jump and squirm but seeing you don't do that long as he pulls the chain dangling from the clip back between your legs, drawing it tight and fastening it to the floor back behind you, tugging backwards on your clit. Damyn settles down *very* fast indeed once the clip on her clip begins to tug her down and she soon ends up in a very bowed position - her legs slightly back from directly beneath her arm and her body bent to push out her chest. Even this doesn't alleviate all the tension and she whines softly as her toes begin to ache. Nightmask runs a hand up and down over your back, raking his otter-juices wet claw over your spine, until he grips the back of your neck and pulls your head back to gaze deep into your eyes. "I hope you want more Slave, so much left to do after all," he says with a wicked chuckle, giving a hard squeeze to your neck then pads off, returning to brush your restrained breasts with the leather strips of a cat of nine tails. Damyn shivers as the damp claw glides along her spine, ruffling her fur. Her nostrils are flared in fear and sudden pain when you pull her head back causing her to sway back and pull her nipples tight. "Yes Master," she gasps as you release her, and by the time you return with the cat, she has found her balance again. A dribble of her juices leaves her again at the odds of her keeping her balance... Nightmask taps your nose with the end of the cat, tickling your chin up and letting the strips play over your breasts. "Such a good Slave, well worth keeping," he chirrrs, then tugs the cat away and lays a slash across your belly, letting the strips cut into you from one side to the other. Damyn blinks and jerks her head back from the cat when it taps her nose then finds her chin being guided upwards by the ticklish strips of leather. She doesn't give in and pull away when the cat tickles at her breasts as well, but that doesn't save her - when the cat claws into her belly, she screams and loses her footing, dangling painfully for a moment before exerting herself to relieve the agonizing pull at her breasts and clit once again. Nightmask rubs the tip of the cat over your belly where he's lashed it, tracing over any visible welts through the fur. "Hurts just the way you love it doesn't it Slave?" he asks, but doesn't give you time to reply before slashing it down again, laying the stripes over your belly crosswise compared to the first set, then lands another down closer to your thighs. Damyn whimpers softly and cries out several times when you find one of the welts you just made. She opens her mouth to tell you how she feels about it but her mouth fills with a cry of agony as the cat strikes twice more - it even scores a hit at the top end of her slit. Nightmask sees to lighting a fire over your belly and lacing your skin with welts from your breasts down over your thighs, giving you little respite before heading behind you to heat your back and rear, watching as your fur dampens where he strikes to hard and cuts slightly into the flesh beneath. Damyn can't help herself - the burning soon becomes to great for her and she tries to draw away screaming in pain, tears running from her eyes as her flesh seems to ignite, but her tortured nipples keeps her from going far until you've done a thorough job and slide easily behind her. Soon her clit is vying with her back and rump for the title of most painful part of Damyn's body. Nightmask drops the cat aside and quickly presses himself up tightly behind you, digging his claws into your thighs as he presses his shaft up under your tail, biting at your neck as he takes advantage of your position to press the tip of his thick shaft to your tailhole and drive himself into you as hard and fast as you can take. Damyn screeches as your claws and shaft both sink into her flesh, the claws making their own entrances while your cock plunges into her tight back passage, still sore from the enema uncomfortably warm oil enema and rough play earlier in the day. Nightmask buries himself into your bowels, his knot quickly coming to halt against your tight anal ring, claws keeping you prisoner along with his jaws as he bites down hard on the side of your neck, tail lashing at the air as he claims his bound and imprisoned slave hard as she needs it. Damyn cries pitifully as her rump cheeks spread and her master's knot slams against her already stretched back door. In spite of this, well...actually becuase of it, there is a near constant flow of her juices dribbling out of her slit and back to soak into your sheath fur. Nightmask shakes your neck in his jaws to emphasize your helpless and owned state, getting your blood flowing as he work his teeth in, sliding his hands down with digs and rakes of his claws until he's gripping your thighs just beside your sex, lifting your legs up off the floor as he slams into you with deep hard strokes, mating you under the tail as only his largess keeps your nipples and clit from being torn free of you as he takes you. Damyn shrieks in and ecstcy of pain and intense bondage pleasure. She can feel her entire body crying out with the marks you placed on her and even now she can feel you tongue lapping at her bloody neck. Her submission complete, her helplessness total, she cries out tis time with a flood of passion that flows from between her legs, her orgasm ripping through her like a jolt of electricity and her love for you riding it all. Nightmask's knot beats out a steady rhythm on your tailhole, jerking your nipples and clit against their restraints, his tail swishing through the air as he continues to slam up into you, leaking precum into you but not over the edge yet, drinking your blood as he laps at your neckwounds, teeth held deep as he feels your climax tear through you. Damyn sails on a throbbing wave measured out in the banging of your knot against the entrance to her back passage. Her mind floats free in love and deep satisfaction while her body screams on without her, trapped between orgarms and agony. Nightmask reams you out perfectly until with a final thrust, claws sinking deeply into your inner thighs, his knot tears past your anus and lets him tie to you so gloreously as he climaxes, his seed gushing deep into you while his cries of sheer joy in the claiming and having you ring out through the room and your mind. Damyn is knocked from her lofty flight back into her own body to find herself wailing out her torment but also in triumph for having made it without safewording out so that she could once again prove herself to be truly owned by her dear Master. Nightmask lets your feet back down to just touch the flooring as the last of his climax drains out into you, his seed caught within you by the tight spread of his knot, his tail flicking forward to curl around your waist, hands letting up on your thighs and withdrawing his claws, loving his slave so very much as she takes it all for him and lets go of her neck to lap and groom it slowly and soothingly, chirrring richly. Damyn still whimpers even now, but there is a smile on her lips at the feel of your pleasure washing through her. It was all worth it, every last bit and now she reaps her reward as her Master lovingly grooms her and holds her to him. Nightmask reaches down between your legs to remove the clip on your clit, letting it drop forgotten to the floor, then undoes your nipple-clamps too, freeing his little slave and settling back into a chair with you resting in his lap, stroking and petting you and tending to you with his enduring love for you. Damyn sighs with relief as the last of the clamps drops from her and she can ease back against her beloved Master. She strokes her paws along your thighs and churrs softly while you lick at her neck. Nightmask slips his arms up around you, holding you back to him and kissing you on the cheek. "So my dear little Slave has that helped make up for lost time spent with others instead of me?" Damyn nods her head and churrrs low in her throat, her body still humming with pain, but a wonderful pain that reminds her who her true Master will always be. Nightmask rubs and strokes your breasts softly, caressing and soothing your nipples with his loving touch, tail curling up between your legs as he finishes grooming you and rests his muzzle on your shoulder. "Love you always my dear sweet slave." Damyn otterpurrrs softly, her eyes closing with exhaustion after such an intense session, but she murmurs, "I am yours forever, Master. I love you too much to leave." With that she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. (RL tired - likely because of lastnight...) Nightmask snugs you tightly and nods, stroking and kissing you lovingly and smiling happily. "Take care and sweet dreams and love you forever my dear one and I'm glad you enjoyed tonight." Damyn smiles as dreams of her sweet coon take her away and tantalize her with images of things yet to cum... LOG> DISC: 38 Damyn(#108PW3) lrvr106.arc.net(1179)(1179) 204.49.111.106 Damyn has disconnected. Name OnTime Idle Name OnTime Idle Name Ontime Idle Ranalin 03:12 3h Nightmask 03:13 0s 2 players are connected. You page-pose, "Nightmask fuzzles!" to Ranalin LOG> DISC: 28 Ranalin(#127PBX) lrvr92.arc.net(1167)(1167) 204.49.111.92 Name OnTime Idle Name OnTime Idle Name Ontime Idle Nightmask 03:13 0s 1 players are connected.