05-11-2009, 02:06 PM
Suddenly a block of wood moved under Alex's probing and revealed a red button. "Whats that?" Angy asked as she looked over his shoulder. Once the button was pressed, then Alex and Angy would find no door open for them, no sliding door or hidden later. What they would find however, was the walls and floor speeding over them as a trap door opened right under their feet. Angy grabbed Alex and opened her wings as much as she could in the narrow tunnel, gliding them down onto the floor of an unlit room.
It was a good thing she did to, since the fall was easily fifty feet and although there was a large tub of water nearby, it had been pushed out of the way of the fall so that any who fell would find themselves hitting hard stone in place of warm water. Torches lit up the room suddenly, as if by magic, and a small wet trail of water led to a door to their left, no doubt where a soaked Mike carried the unconscious Silvia after falling. Behind the door was a pile of warm towels and a new room with three new doors and no trail to tell them where Mike went next.
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Grace's room was just as she had left it, no clues of any sort marked the room at all. As soon as Hunter finished there Flare would suggest searching the Tavern for her, possibly the up stairs or even the forbidden down stairs, whichever he wanted.
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In a cold dry dungeon like room lit only by dim candle light and thick with the scent of stone and dust, a pair of innocent red eyes opened and looked around. The room was covered in shelves and desks, all packed with items of bondage and torture. A wind blew in from between the cold stones and chilled the sole occupant of this bizarre collection of chains, dildos, binds and clamps, telling her two things. One, she was naked, and two, she was wet.
Silvia tried to orient herself more clearly, trying to remember what had happened. "Master must have been playing a little to rough and I must have passed out." she thought, though that hardly explained her aching chest. She realized she was upright and tested her arms and legs, finding that not only where they spread and chained, but she was hanging from her arms rather painfully, her neck embraced by the cold metal of a heavy collar that was chained to the ground so that any attempt she made to raise her head to high was met with pain from her numbing arms.
Punishment she figured, for passing out on her master. She accepted it as her just reward for being such a fool and awaited her master's return patiently. As the time dragged on and on she began to shiver from the cold, rattling her chains as her weak body was kept in the strenuous position. Over time, the pain in her chest faded to a dull throb and she began to try to remember what had happened, but came up with nothing.
Finally to doors of the room opened and Grace winced as she tried to look up and strained her arms. What she saw froze her blood and sent the painful memories of what had happened flooding back to her all at once, filling her heart with sadness as it filled her eyes with tears. Mike laughed at this as he came forward, bandaged, his arm in a sling. Silvia immediately tried to force him away wit her mind, but found her powers to be quite none existent. As Mike came closer he answered her confusion, walking by a table and picking up and empty syringe.
She slumped and continued to weep. She was powerless, and worst of all, her master was dead and his last wish was for her to not allow herself to be raped by this horrible man. Mike saw the despair in her down cast eyes and only smiled more widely. It had taken quite allot to save her from her heart attack, and allot to save himself from her attack, but now he was about to get even with the troublesome slut. He picked up a slim golden ring piercing and a clothes pin with some weights attacked to it end, as well as a sandpaper skinned dildo and a ball gag. He was going to get more than even with her/ For every pain she had caused him, he would return it with interest of a thousand fold.
It was a good thing she did to, since the fall was easily fifty feet and although there was a large tub of water nearby, it had been pushed out of the way of the fall so that any who fell would find themselves hitting hard stone in place of warm water. Torches lit up the room suddenly, as if by magic, and a small wet trail of water led to a door to their left, no doubt where a soaked Mike carried the unconscious Silvia after falling. Behind the door was a pile of warm towels and a new room with three new doors and no trail to tell them where Mike went next.
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Grace's room was just as she had left it, no clues of any sort marked the room at all. As soon as Hunter finished there Flare would suggest searching the Tavern for her, possibly the up stairs or even the forbidden down stairs, whichever he wanted.
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In a cold dry dungeon like room lit only by dim candle light and thick with the scent of stone and dust, a pair of innocent red eyes opened and looked around. The room was covered in shelves and desks, all packed with items of bondage and torture. A wind blew in from between the cold stones and chilled the sole occupant of this bizarre collection of chains, dildos, binds and clamps, telling her two things. One, she was naked, and two, she was wet.
Silvia tried to orient herself more clearly, trying to remember what had happened. "Master must have been playing a little to rough and I must have passed out." she thought, though that hardly explained her aching chest. She realized she was upright and tested her arms and legs, finding that not only where they spread and chained, but she was hanging from her arms rather painfully, her neck embraced by the cold metal of a heavy collar that was chained to the ground so that any attempt she made to raise her head to high was met with pain from her numbing arms.
Punishment she figured, for passing out on her master. She accepted it as her just reward for being such a fool and awaited her master's return patiently. As the time dragged on and on she began to shiver from the cold, rattling her chains as her weak body was kept in the strenuous position. Over time, the pain in her chest faded to a dull throb and she began to try to remember what had happened, but came up with nothing.
Finally to doors of the room opened and Grace winced as she tried to look up and strained her arms. What she saw froze her blood and sent the painful memories of what had happened flooding back to her all at once, filling her heart with sadness as it filled her eyes with tears. Mike laughed at this as he came forward, bandaged, his arm in a sling. Silvia immediately tried to force him away wit her mind, but found her powers to be quite none existent. As Mike came closer he answered her confusion, walking by a table and picking up and empty syringe.
She slumped and continued to weep. She was powerless, and worst of all, her master was dead and his last wish was for her to not allow herself to be raped by this horrible man. Mike saw the despair in her down cast eyes and only smiled more widely. It had taken quite allot to save her from her heart attack, and allot to save himself from her attack, but now he was about to get even with the troublesome slut. He picked up a slim golden ring piercing and a clothes pin with some weights attacked to it end, as well as a sandpaper skinned dildo and a ball gag. He was going to get more than even with her/ For every pain she had caused him, he would return it with interest of a thousand fold.
