To the Victor goes the Spoils/Continued

I Own Nada. YAY!!

For the sake of bringing everything up to date, here’s what’s happened so far in brief summary!

Battle with another cenobite in the first chapter wins Pinhead a demon queen for the night. Next chapter they do “STUFF” then we are introduced to Pinhead’s consorts. These are Angelique and Dreamer. Hellraiser #3&4 to trace their origins. Then we have a dream sequence for Dreamer reflecting her arrival in Hell and her first glimpse of Cenobites having “FUN”, and then we leave them alone.
Meanwhile Pinhead hears weird noises and goes to investigate! Turns out a demons trying to kill a cenobite. Kills demon, saves cenobite. Now he by the rules of hell owns her. Cenobite puts up a fight and makes Pinhead chase her. When he catches her, “STUFF” happens. And that brings us up to date! Now we are with pinhead as he recollects upon how he acquired Kirsty.

Need I say I own nothing? That’s what I thought.


(…It was a path his mind had strayed down before, back into itself…down the old roads he had forgotten.

She was running, always running, that one. Kirsty. He watched her from atop one of the rotating walls of hell, eyes dark with hatred. He did not usually develop any emotion to creatures of the flesh, but this one… a frown settled on his features, and his eyes burned all the brighter. This one should suffer as he had made none other suffer before. A footfall behind him, he turned his head only enough to see out of the corner of his eye who was there. It was her.
At the moment, he was displeased with his lieutenant. She, by the rules of hell, had been owed a soul when Kirsty opened the box. Kirsty was hers, and he resented it. He could not take a soul from her; it was not his right, nor an idea that sat favorably with him. But he wanted to make the child suffer… more than he had wanted anything in a long while… he said nothing, waiting for her to speak. She turned slightly from him, walking to the edge until she could also watch Kristy’s desperate flight. “…it will not be long, she is almost upon tunnel guard.”
“I know.”
She turned to him again, quietly studying him. “…you want her.”
“You have been aware of it.”
Silence between the two again. From below them came a scream of frustration and fear. She turned, looked quietly at him from deep-set eyes. He was angry, she could sense it. Angry and cold.

Both turned once more to regard the fleeing child, no, woman. He could call her a child no more. The chains shook, feeling his edge rising. The female did not meet his eyes, at the moment that was dangerous.
“I will give her to you.”
Topec turned, “…you will?”
“I will.”
“I will not take something for nothing. Ask a boon of me.”

His lieutenant smiled. She stood before him, blocking his view from below. “I will ask one.”
“I will grant it.” She put her hand upon his chest, pushed, forcing him backward and against a wall. He closed his eyes, the most trust he would or could give. She came closer, her chest to his, her breath upon his chin, her hands on his arms. “You have not asked of me…”
“You know my wish.”
He lowered his head, so that they were cheek to cheek, the pins between them. “Then you have me as you have always had me, though I expected something else…” she did not answer him, her hand strayed down to brush his flaccid length through the leather. He hissed lightly, answering her summons. He made a move to grasp her and his eyes snapped open when she restrained him.
“It is my boon.”
He ceased to move. She had never restrained him before; it was not his nature to submit, ever. Almost wary he watched without stirring as she ran her hands over him, pulling his head closer so she could teasingly lick his lips. Her fingers pulled his robe up, her leather bound chest brushed his, “I propose a test of will. Can you control your urges? Keep still, do not assist me or touch me, and shut your eyes again.”
“Are you ordering me?”
“I am claiming that which I am owed.”
“I am unsure if you are owed this much.”
Her head vanished from his sight as he closed his eyes. He slowed his breath, scanning for her, unsure of her future intentions. A lap, he arched and gasped. Another, her fingers upon him, scratching the base and the vein. He shuddered, her mouth slid over him, not moving, encircling his tip. Within her tongue continued to lap, soft and slow. He started to push forward but stopped. Damn. This would not be simple. As if in reward her teeth worried the underside skin where it was still slightly loose, resolving that issue quickly. His eyes rolled back, a low moan… she grinned around him and lapped again.

She lapped, watching his reactions, feeling him tremble lightly at her touch, one hand strayed back to catch his sacs, feeling them. He growled above her, frustrated. A gentle squeeze assured her he had a while yet. Topec panted, head down, eyes still closed. It was heady, having him this way. To order him was unthinkable, he would never submit. But this was almost as good; to feel him even now relaxing into her… he arched helplessly and groaned again, his hands limp at his sides. She pulled away, leaving him wet and waiting. His eyelids flickered, his breaths were harsher now. She pushed against his chest, tracing him with renewed appreciation. Him, needing her, her touch, her lusts, her warmth… she moaned, one hand reached up and caught his fingers, squeezing as she slid back down. He squeezed back, his legs trembled and he cried out wordlessly as the first of his pre splashed her tongue.
She sucked, stroked harder; he groaned and tossed his head. Her other hand released his base and her mouth slid free. She pulled herself up against him, hitching one leg against the wall at his side. He did not stir, a light sweat shone on his furrowed brow. She rubbed him, her sex’s lips brushing him, coaxing, teasing. “Topec… I revoke all terms…” he sighed and pushed against her, his proud length nudged her, found her somewhat dry… two fingers traced down her stomach, rubbed her thigh for a moment, then moved into her warmth. She gasped and moaned as they rubbed and probed, slid in and out, in and out, spread her, coaxed, curled to rub against her clit as they left her. Her hips followed, impaling herself upon his first inch.
They shuddered, arms wrapped around his neck as his hips slammed forward. He locked them together, hands on her cheeks as he pulled her up to meet him. She wailed, leaked enticingly around him, clenched. He tossed his head back, forcing her onto him as he slammed forward, shooting another thread and grunting as she seeped. Her eyes shut, her hips thrusting to meet his, she took one arm from his neck and slid it along his shoulder. Her walls clamped about him, milking him, he moaned and shuddered with his eyes upon her, watching her flush and shiver, arch into him, whimper…
He pushed her to the ground, slipping out only to roughly push back in. Panting now, head down, his length swollen and weeping inside her… She gasped as he slipped in, moaned as he thrust further and further until he was fully sheathed.
He was not gentle, but she was not fragile, his powerful movements held her down even as she fought to rise with him. He had drawn his lips back into a snarl; his hands were fists upon the floor. She wailed, clenched about him, pulling a shudder from him and a loss of rhythm, they were running out of time. With a hiss she arched below him, her orgasm wringing her, her sex clamping and refusing to ease. He roared out and pushed, fought it for a moment and then, without warning, came.

They lay limp within the east sector of hell, an area not under Topec or his lieutenant’s supervision, but Chatterer’s. Topec rumbled, his legs once again strong he rose above her and scanned their surroundings, but all was well. She watched him with a slow, satisfied smile.
“I take it, I have granted your boon?”
“…well… I might at a later time, wish another sample.”
Topec snarled a moment, but his eyes were pleased. She was a tease, he would have no other than that for a second. Chatterer stood not far off and watched them with no discernable opinion. Silently he withdrew, and watched without comment as the two left his section of hell. )

In The Present:
Dreamer and Angelique looked over the new consort quickly, sizing her up. Angelique laughed and stretched out upon the bed. Dreamer did not look pleased. “Oh, stop pouting. She’s new to this I think, he didn’t win her from another! Dreamer I’d think you’d be pleased! At least now you have someone lower on the totem…”
Dreamer held her hand over Angelique’s mouth. “…finished?”
Angelique nodded.