Thursday, Aug 21, very late.
?Where should we start?? The familiar male snicker that served companion to the female?s voice jolted her into full consciousness and her head jolted up from its leftward-leaning loll. Awareness brought to the forefront the biting pain of joints pulled out of sockets, pressure unforgiving at her shoulders as she dangled freely from the ceiling.
A crude push to her hip sent her twisting and turning to bring the duo into view as they assessed her bare, air-kissed body. The nightmare known as Skid curved around from behind Dawn?s form, masked visage grinning smartly at the captive redhead. One clawed hand wrapped itself around his mate?s breast, kneading the silky-smooth whiteness in his grasp. Long whiplash tail flicked at the dragonelf?s feet. ?Mmm,? he snickered again, canting his head first left and then right. ?Mayhaps ?. her ?. yeeeeeaaaah.? His soft evil giggle emanated forth once more. ?? her wings.?
Dawn?s soft laugh joined as deeper counterpart to her lover?s and she edged away from him. ?Well, my dear,? she drawled, ?? we must first bring them to vision. How do you propose we might accomplish such a task?? Her own hand rose, perfectly manicured nails curling around the object she had just removed from Skid?s teasing hold. A singular nail of her other hand tapped lightly against her own exposed pale hip.
?Skid, please, no,? Jaycy pleaded, shifting her frame back and forth in a vain attempt to drive chains over the point of the hook securing her. All she managed, however, was a twist that turned her away from the two. ?Please, no,? she expelled as sob, voice quivering with the new pain her attempt brought upon her arms. The momentum remained enough that her lower body swung lightly, slow and soft.
?Skid, please, no,? he mocked before turning his dark smile upon Dawn. ?Can I do it any ol? way I want?? he queried, steepling clawed fingers. ?Huh, huh, pretty please. I promise I?ll make it pretty.?
Dawn chuckled softly, hand moving from her chest and across pale stomach to rest at her opposite side. ?Yes, my dear. You can do it ?any ol? way? you want.? He tittered and graced his woman with a full courtly bow. ?Away I go!? He spun swiftly, tail whipping through the air and catching Jaycy on her calves, sending her swinging more violently. A few breaths of distance closed before he still her rocking momentum, claws pinpricking her thighs. A soft whimper escaped before she could clamp her lips closed.
?Aw, Jaycy,? he chided, ?? you?ve always wanted this.? Swishing up from the floor, his tail hooked around her ankles and held her straight and still as he slunk around her. Hidden lips rushed forward and pressed to her stomach, mask nuzzling her as he rubbed his face back and forth over the scarred expanse. Suddenly he graced her with a sharp harsh bite and she yelped. Dawn laughed again, the sound distant and faint among the immediate force of the man.
He leaned forward, pulling a great inhaling sniff. ?Oh yeaaaaaah, you want it.? Motion held in check by his tail, Skid?s hands became free to explore the bounty of redhead before him. He traced little whirls up her legs, single eye widening delightedly at the tickled rise of goosebumps in nail?s wake. His light, almost playful touches drew higher toward her midsection, bringing a shamed and yet aroused flush to her skin. ?Skid, no, please,? she tried again. He merely snickered and continued his travels. Her upper half convulsed and contorted as she tried ? and failed ? to escape him.
Upon reaching the apex of thighs, he skimmed lightly toward her very core. Claw slid between pressed flesh and jabbed upward, into her while the thumb pressed hard down on her outer region, grinding even as he jutted cruelly into her. A second and then third and fourth finger joined his main and he drilled into her with his living piston. The mask unwrought and he darted in, misshapen, to puncture flesh with another hard nip. ?Open for me,? he crooned against her skin.
Jaycy screamed, unable to withstand the sensation or withdraw from his hellish hold. Her back shredded to tattered strips of body as wings erupted forth from her shoulder blades. They unfurled behind her, the full length of her black-striped silver leathery wings stretched to capacity and crashing into the bare walls. He pursued one final thrust before withdrawing, allowing her to fall dazed and limp under the chains.
Dawn chuffed another soft laugh and moved forward, twin bone-white daggers clasped loosely in her hands. She slunk toward her lover and offered him one of the pair. He took it as mask reforged upon his face. ?You want to go first or can I?? The dragonelf bowed her head in response to his question, falling away a pace. ?Be my guest,? she allowed, smiling coldly upon the battered form of her mother.
?Oh, goodie,? he crowed and stood tall on hind legs, raising himself to the equal of her wing junction. With a little hum, he brought the dagger to the appendage, edge resting against it, and then plunged the point deep into the apex.
She couldn?t help but scream.