Part 3 of Capture

Satanica: well well well, look who decided to show up at my door

Crimson: I love when a woman smirks, Do you stomp your feet and huff?

Crimson : ::smiles evily:: Woman, I am just getting warmed up!

Satanica: boy, i ought to have you assassined

Crimson : ::cocks an evil brow:: It would be unbecoming of you

Crimson : I leave you to your privacy, Woman....when your finsihed, you may talk to me ::nods to her from the dark coach, letting the drapes fall back in place, as the heavy hooves churn the familiar trail towards Rhydin::

Crimson: ::smiles menacingly and grabs her face and lifts her agsint the wall, with her toes barely touching the floor::

Crimson: <w> Are you trying to get on my good side?

Crimson: <w> How I hunger to devour your flesh and hear you scream!

Crimson : ::his eyes rage with fire as his face hardens:: <w> To hear your sweet whimper soothe my soul as steel embraces your captive flesh.......::licks her neck as he <w> agsint her ear::

Crimson: ::he licks her ear and <w>:: You will beg.......plead to scream my name............

Satanica: ::blinks then kicks him in the groin::

Crimson : ..::laughs standing to the side of her as he lowers his head as she see the strength in his eyes:: Are you begging now?

Crimson : :throws her to the floor like a rag doll::

Satanica: ::chokes as she rubs her neck, catching her breath::

Crimson : ::he steps towards her and grabs her ankle and turns dragging her across the floor::

Satanica: hey ::trys to grab something by and cant::

Crimson : ::lifts her ankle to a rope hanging from the rafters and wrapes it around her ankle::

Satanica: ::she trys to grab the robe and undo it::

Crimson : ::her robes tumble down over her body exposing her tender flesh as he leans and licks and kisses the bridge of her tender foot:: Mmmmmm your flesh taste delicious

Satanica: hey ::moving her clothes away from her face:: let me go

Crimson : ::steps back a few paces and removes a long strap::

Satanica: ::watches him as she hangs there::

Crimson : Never? I guess there is only one thing to do

Crimson : ::walks over to the brazier and stirs the ember with the firebrand::lifts the glowing white hot iron and walks towards her::

Satanica: ::raises a brow, can barly make out what the hell hes doing as she slightly turns from the rope, hanging there::

Crimson : ::he grabs a tight hold of her leg and lifts the hot iron near her inner thigh::

Satanica: ::smeels something and feelings somwthing hot:: is it hot in here or is it me? ::trying hard to move her clothing that feel over her to see what hes doing::

Crimson : Its soon to be you........::her flesh smokes and sizzles as the hot irion presses into her delicate tender flesh, holding it for 5 ihn::

Satanica: ::screams as she trys to do something but knows theres no escape::

Crimson : ::he closes his eyes as her sweet screams soothe his soul: AHhhhhhhhhhh my love ::removes the iron fomr her smoldering flesh and gazes at the brand tilitng his head slightly::

Crimson: ::he hurls the brand in the fire as sparks burst p the flu::

Satanica: ::watches him if she could, wiping away the tears::

Crimson : ::he draws his sword and swings from the side as the rope i severed and she falls to the floor::

Satanica: ::she hits the floor with a thud, she looks to the brand quickly and softly crys::

Crimson: ::his shadow moves across the floor and vanishes in the night as the door slams::

Satanica: ::blinks, she gets up and rns to the door::

Crimson: ::the <w> of a cool breeze howls gently in the air::

Crimson: ::a cold hard wind slams the door hard agsint her knocking her unconscience on the floor::

Satanica: ::is knocked out cold as she lays there on the floor::

Crimson: ::when she awakes she find it was nothing but a dream but on the floor lays a cold branding iron with his insignia::

Satanica: ::groains as she wakens, seeing the iron she screams and moves away from it quickly::


	/X\istress §atanica \| home Pleasured Meeting \| Part 2 \| Part 3 \| Part 4 \| Part 5 \| The Capture \| Part 2 of Capture \| Part 3 of Capture \| Part 4 \| Love in the mysts Part 3 of Capture Satanica: well well well, look who decided to show up at my door Crimson: ::laughs:: Evening Woman! Satanica: ::smirks:: Crimson: I love when a woman smirks, Do you stomp your feet and huff? Satanica: dont start with me again on this Crimson : ::smiles evily:: Woman, I am just getting warmed up! Satanica: boy, i ought to have you assassined Crimson : ::laughs:: Surely not! Satanica: whys that? Crimson : ::cocks an evil brow:: It would be unbecoming of you Satanica: whys that? Crimson : I leave you to your privacy, Woman....when your finsihed, you may talk to me ::nods to her from the dark coach, letting the drapes fall back in place, as the heavy hooves churn the familiar trail towards Rhydin:: Satanica: ::slaps him:: boy ye best shut up Crimson: ::smiles menacingly and grabs her face and lifts her agsint the wall, with her toes barely touching the floor:: Satanica: ::glears at him:: Crimson: <w> Are you trying to get on my good side? Satanica: no Crimson : ::licks her face like a beast:: Satanica: ::growls under her breath:: Crimson: <w> How I hunger to devour your flesh and hear you scream! Satanica: ::blinks:: Crimson : ::his eyes rage with fire as his face hardens:: <w> To hear your sweet whimper soothe my soul as steel embraces your captive flesh.......::licks her neck as he <w> agsint her ear:: Satanica: ::shivers in fear, wimpering:: Crimson: ::he licks her ear and <w>:: You will beg.......plead to scream my name............ Satanica: ::blinks then kicks him in the groin:: Crimson : ..::laughs standing to the side of her as he lowers his head as she see the strength in his eyes:: Are you begging now? Satanica: ::softly:: im trying to breath Crimson : :throws her to the floor like a rag doll:: Satanica: ::chokes as she rubs her neck, catching her breath:: Crimson : ::he steps towards her and grabs her ankle and turns dragging her across the floor:: Satanica: hey ::trys to grab something by and cant:: Crimson : ::lifts her ankle to a rope hanging from the rafters and wrapes it around her ankle:: Satanica: ::she trys to grab the robe and undo it:: Crimson : ::her robes tumble down over her body exposing her tender flesh as he leans and licks and kisses the bridge of her tender foot:: Mmmmmm your flesh taste delicious Satanica: hey ::moving her clothes away from her face:: let me go Crimson : ::steps back a few paces and removes a long strap:: Satanica: ::watches him as she hangs there:: Crimson : Address me as "M'Lord" Satanica: never Crimson : Never? I guess there is only one thing to do Satanica: ::watches him:: Crimson : ::walks over to the brazier and stirs the ember with the firebrand::lifts the glowing white hot iron and walks towards her:: Satanica: ::raises a brow, can barly make out what the hell hes doing as she slightly turns from the rope, hanging there:: Crimson : ::he grabs a tight hold of her leg and lifts the hot iron near her inner thigh:: Satanica: ::smeels something and feelings somwthing hot:: is it hot in here or is it me? ::trying hard to move her clothing that feel over her to see what hes doing:: Crimson : Its soon to be you........::her flesh smokes and sizzles as the hot irion presses into her delicate tender flesh, holding it for 5 ihn:: Satanica: ::screams as she trys to do something but knows theres no escape:: Crimson : ::he closes his eyes as her sweet screams soothe his soul: AHhhhhhhhhhh my love ::removes the iron fomr her smoldering flesh and gazes at the brand tilitng his head slightly:: Satanica: ::she trys to kick him:: Crimson: ::he hurls the brand in the fire as sparks burst p the flu:: Satanica: ::watches him if she could, wiping away the tears:: Crimson : ::he draws his sword and swings from the side as the rope i severed and she falls to the floor:: Satanica: ::she hits the floor with a thud, she looks to the brand quickly and softly crys:: Crimson: ::his shadow moves across the floor and vanishes in the night as the door slams:: Satanica: ::blinks, she gets up and rns to the door:: Crimson: ::the <w> of a cool breeze howls gently in the air:: Satanica: ::growls and opens the door:: Crimson: ::a cold hard wind slams the door hard agsint her knocking her unconscience on the floor:: Satanica: ::is knocked out cold as she lays there on the floor:: Crimson: ::when she awakes she find it was nothing but a dream but on the floor lays a cold branding iron with his insignia:: Satanica: ::groains as she wakens, seeing the iron she screams and moves away from it quickly::