Just Like Honey

Francesca "Chess" Thorpe. Slave. 

[beyoncus]

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

[f-lert0u]

[chessthorpe]

mstertrevor‌:

@chessthorpe​

She’d always been easy on the eyes, easy to get distracted by. A dozen slaves in one room, and he’d found himself staring at her night after night, a habit not helped at all by the fact that she just kept showing off. That, in the end, was what really got his attention. As much as he liked the shy, blushing, scared-of-sex types he found at the brothel, all so easy to manipulate and tarnish, her confidence was alluring. But mostly, it was her work ethic. How much she seemed to want to serve, and how well she’d lived up to that promise the couple of times he’d “sampled” her in the common room. 

So he’d finally coughed up the dough to see what she’d be like on her own. He’d been planning it for a while anyway–finally getting some time with a slave outside of that brothel–but as it didn’t come cheap, he had to be sure he had the right girl. When she arrived, dressed up in her heels and dress, he certainly wasn’t disappointed. 

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Princess,” he said as the handler, well, handed her over.

In Francesca’s mind, nobody really controlled her. Sure, she was a slave, but she wasn’t claimed nor owned (aside from the small print fact that she was brothel property). In her mind, she played the masters as much as they played with her, offering up herself in ways that they almost couldn’t say no to. This was how it had been with Trevor, clearly the girl put in work in the playrooms gagging on his cock or she wouldn’t have been requested by him overnight. 

“Thanks, Daddy. Mind if I call you that?” she said, in her most charming, bouncing over to him happily. The English media darling was used to being a consummate flirt when she had been alive, and her death was no different. “I’m glad you like it.” She was dressed not too demure, in a tight pink velvet dress that left little to the imagination, paired with strappy white heels. If she knew something about Masters, it was that her clothes never stayed on for too long. She wore no bra, and as the outdoor cold hit her, her firm D cups perked up, nipples fully prominent under the girl’s tight dress. Just more ammunition in her teasing game. “So, where are we headed, mister? A surprise?” 

[favoritelatina]

*acts innocent but is thinking about deep throating your cock*

[chessthorpe]

gusxviolets‌:

“Dogs?” Gus questioned and then barked out a genuine laugh. “That’s a new one. You really are a good little bitch, aren’t you, sweet slut?” He taunted as he pressed his fingers into her again. His thumb rolled over her clit, teasing her with genuine pleasure. 

“All right, beautiful slut … did you cum? When the dogs fucked you?” He asked, genuinely curious. “Did you want to be kept with them? A little kennel bitch perhaps. We could get you some of those cute ears to wear. I bet you’d like that as you wouldn’t have to use your empty little brain again, now would you? We could give you a cute little bitch name. Something adorable. What would you like your little doggie self to be named?”

God, she was so close, so close to the edge. Chess wasn’t sure what would happen if she came without asking for prior permission, but she didn’t even want to ask. Probably nothing good, not as bad as spilling her glass, but still. She willed her mind to concentrate on the rest of the table and its diners, instead of the man’s fingers deliciously probing her tight hole. 

“Yes, I did cum,” she admitted shamefully. Another tight squeeze of her walls around his fingers. “No, I didn’t want to be kept with them.” She listened to his plans, ideas for her. “I wouldn’t mind some cute ears. I like puppy play. Just...not with actual puppies,” she said, quieter so others wouldn’t overhear. A few of the Masters occasionally glanced at her, now taking an interest in her play with this Master. And was he truly giving her a choice of name? That surprised her. “Um...Daisy, or something sweet like that. Or Lady, like in Lady and the Tramp. Am— am I allowed to cum, Sir?” she really wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out against his persistent fingers, every fibre in her body edging towards sweet release.

[chessthorpe]

xxxcxo‌:

leo gazed at the girl whenever she spoke , he had such a sense of urgency and hunger , he had not removed his hands from her and instead , pressed his fingertips deeper into her flesh . it was sickening for him to feel so desperate for another soul , let alone a slave , she was so tiny and lickable and all around fucking desirable ! and the way she responded for him , not in the slightest drawn away from him , made him want to pursue her even further . leo was confused and thrilled all the same , but it didn’t matter , she was in his lasso and he would not release her so easily . usually whenever a slave threatened him with a good time , he typically questioned what made them so ideal for him , but words weren’t enough to express how they connected so feverishly . “ i like the way you think , slave . but beforehand , i think i’ll sample the item before i make my decision . ” leo ran his fingertips along her slender frame , before drawing his right hand past her bellybutton and capering his fingers between the cut of her sweet thighs . there was no hesitation as he circled his fingertips against the damp material that is considered slave’s attire . was he considering eating her out ? maybe , as long as she moaned for it .

"Sure thing, mister. Hey, what’s your name anyway? You know, so I know what to moan,” she teased again, unable to help herself. Sampling the product was why they were here in the first place, she was all too aware. Still pressed quite close to him, as intimate as two people could be, Chess felt his hand snake down in between her thighs and cup her sex, her thin dress not doing much to stop her from feeling every indent and press of his fingers. “Mmmh,” she moaned a little from pleasure, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. 

[chessthorpe]

♔ ♕ ♚ ☯

♔  What gets them in the mood

 She loves being groped and fondled inappropriately, so an ass or tit grab, anything that asserts the other person’s dominance over her, is an instant turn on. Words also work wonders, Chess has found herself unwittingly touching herself during a steamy text session, there don’t even have to be photos or videos. Excite her mind or imagination, and the rest follows. 

♕  What is their mood-killer

Overly macho men, or women. She likes playing  hard to take, a bit of give and tease, but the person must be able to distinguish her hard no from a no that really means tease me some more. People who are just too rough, guys who can only jackhammer, zero foreplay, that is also a big no for her. 

♚  Most sensitive spotHer nipples, soles of her feet, backs of her knees and also a point at the small of her back that can make her go into pleasure inducing all-over body shivers.

☯   KinksOral, anal, strapons, spanking, ddlg, all things daddy/mommy kink, pet play (especially puppy play), humiliation/forced exhibition, orgasm denial, noncon/dubcon, choking/gagging/rough facefucking, etc.

[chessthorpe]

mcnstrosite‌:

he twists and pulls the mounds on her breasts, which have been obviously enhanced to make her resemble one of those blow up dolls. girl has porn written all over her. now he wonders if that’s what she did when she was alive and kicking. the light pain that he is giving her gets her excited, lips parting with a half moan. this is the pain she likes? so pretty mild. ❛ you look like the type who likes to get spanked when you’re being bad. ❜ his hands retreat and he brings them to his lap to pat on his thighs. ❛ come here. let’s see how much you can take. i have a feeling you might surpass my expectations and wouldn’t be something? ❜

“Yeah," she agrees, not even trying to hide that part of herself anymore. There’s really no use, since he can see through it anyway. “I did enjoy spankings when I was still alive. Not too hard though, I have sensitive skin.” She’s not sure if she’s supposed to sit on his lap or lay across him for the aforementioned spanking, but Francesca perches demurely on his thigh just to be safe, legs pressed together, not even bearing her full weight on him just yet. A hesitant little bird. The man spells danger with a capital D, but bring up the possibility of a nice little session of spanking and fondling? And she’s ready to play with him, roll over and fetch. She smiles briefly, though it fades to the undercurrent of nervousness that’s running through her. Yes, she’s wet, but anxious a the same time, precipitous of a kind of fear she knows not. “Go easy on me please,” she says in a last, soft whimper.

[chessthorpe]

chasingvic‌:

He didn’t know. He didn’t know who she was or who Hunter was, Victor was just glad that he was right about Instagram being a social media thing. “I remember thinking about my death a lot. Nice summer day, little clouds, great day to be outside.” Though outside is where he died. Inside prison walls. It definitely sucked. “How’d you die?” Not everyone wanted to talk about that. For some people it was a very personal thing. Not for him, but everyone was different. And knowing how someone died was always helpful for future conversations.

"My boyfriend murdered me. Pushed me off a twenty-two story buildin’ in Dubai. Fucking ruthless,” she said, shaking her head, still full of rage about the incident, along with so many other unresolved feelings. Hurt. Betrayal. “And you know what they said? That it was suicide and I jumped! Me! I was the least suicidal person in all the world. It’s like nobody even knew me, that hurts the most.”

[chessthorpe]

borgiashq‌:

delilah thought it was pretty dumb, but she wasn’t about to affirm the other’s statements. it seemed like they’ve been through a lot as well and maybe, she can give them even just a little reprieve if their ex boyfriend ended up here as a slave. shrugging her shoulders a little, the brunette answered nonchalantly, “ yeah, something like that– ” it wasn’t an exciting life for her, not when she has been kept in the dark and they didn’t want her to get involved when she finally learned the truth. the life of violence wasn’t really for the brunette either. “ it was a clean shot, so it only lasted a few seconds before i went under, ” answered the woman almost automatically as she tried not to reveal any emotions from it. she doesn’t allow herself to go back into that place, to remember everything that happened.

"Well, I guess ya got lucky. Well maybe not so lucky since you ended up in Hell,” Chess underlined the word. The girl must’ve done something to have deserved ending up here, Satan didn’t make mistakes. Unless he did, in which case, she was here by mistake too. “So how come you ended up bein’ a Mistress? You like taking charge of others?” She said, with a flutter of her lashes. Here by accident or not, one thing was certain, the brunette was strikingly pretty.

[madrpideas]

Headcanons: Sex Life Edition masterpost

[chessthorpe]

madrpideas:

Send a symbol for following headcanons of my character.

☠   Sexuality ☮   Position Preferences ☯   Kinks ♠    Dirty little secrets Ω   Best time ever ♤   Worst time ever ♣   One thing they’ve never told ♧   Most exotic place they’ve done it at ♥    Number of sexual partners ♡   What they do after sex ♦    Stamina ♔  What gets them in the mood ♕  What is their mood-killer ♚  Most sensitive spot ♛  One thing partner should never do ★   Threesome or an orgy? ☆   How adventurous are they? ☄   If there was a safe-word, what would it be? ☽   Going down or staying up? ☼  Old-school or into experiments? ☀   Masturbate or seek for a helping hand? ☁  One night stands; yay or nay? ☂    Foreplay or straight to business? ❀   One thing they’re dying to try. ✿   In the morning or when night falls? ψ    Roleplay? If so, what exactly? ♆   Props they’d like to use

&. Cyrus

[chessthorpe]

wicked-malia‌:

He considered her demand, considered telling her no. He didn’t have to prove a thing to her after all. But he was in a relatively pleasant mood. Pausing and turning to glance at her, the pretty green eyes slipping away leaving nothing but whites that stared right through her. And then in a blink they were back to normal, fast enough to make her question if she had really seen what she thought before he was heading off.

For a moment, everything was normal. Well, about as normal as things could get in a brothel for sex slaves in Hell. She was staring at a pretty face who for all intents and purposes she assumed was human. And then, out of nowhere, his irises glazed over white and the effect that gave him was of a creature not from this dimension, and Chess stood frozen, no longer feeling her bare feet on cold tile. It was such a brief but prolonged into a weird kind of eternity moment, that she didn’t even realize when he’d completely gone and left the room. 

end.

[lunabloomingstarlight]

https://www.instagram.com/yumedoni  I love her art ✨

[chessthorpe]

chess replies done. Cyrus’s are coming tomorrow, i promise!  i know he owes abigail a thread & one with leo too, just putting that down here as a reminder for myself haha. night my loves x

[chessthorpe]

abigavl‌:

“Sounds like a real asshole”, Abigail responded, allowing a short sigh to slip through her rosy lips, “but then again most men are.” The last part of her response was said much more quietly, the words barely more than a whisper. Down here those were the kind of words that could get you in a lot of trouble when overheard by the wrong people. “I get that this sucks. A lot. But still, I doubt you’re here by accident so maybe you should keep that in mind when complaining about things you deem necessary that others have never experienced in the first place. t

"Isn’t that right,” she agrees. Having blown out all her steam, Chess now speaks with a deflated tone. Confusion colours her face when Abigail mentions the last part of her sentence. “I’m sorry, come again?" Complaining about things she deemed necessary? It flew over the vain girl’s head.

[chessthorpe]

xxxcxo‌:

it’s not often that leo finds himself heavily sucking face with a slave , or maybe it was ….. but either way , he plummeted to her , using his tricks and flicks while he used his hands to further explore her . starting with her hips , and eventually making way to her breasts and of course , the oldest trick in the book , piercing her nipple with his pointer and thumb . he continued to stimulate her parts as his tongue reveled with hers , his aura of appetite seemingly obvious as he huffed and groaned and moaned against her mouth . she tasted so … delicious . it was unruly . leo cupped her chin as he brought the session to a halt and stared daringly into her eyes . “ slave , you taste like paradise …. how is that possible ? what sort of lapping up do you do that makes you so fucking enticing ? ” he questioned , shedding bluntness towards her perfectly polished lips and well , perfectly everything else . 

He sure was handsy, and Francesca had zero problems with that. He had just the right amount of intensity and firmness to his touch, just the way she likes it, manhandling her, squeezing her breasts. The girl is already gushing for him even though they’ve just begun, and she moans into yet another lip lock, gasping, sighing, turned on like no other. She smiles when he brings her face up, her lips luscious and full as they stretch into a wickedly devious smile. “Aw babes, I taste like paradise ‘cos I was meant for Heaven. I’m fell down here by mistake.” It’s cheesy and she knows it, but she can’t help to tease and say these silly things, encouraged by the fire behind his eyes, the lust, the desire he has for her egging the girl on to be more bold. Her arms wrap around his neck, gently caressing her fingers up and down the nape of his neck, brushing her fingers into his hair. “If ‘ya really want to taste all of me, you should rent me for the night and see what I can do for you.” 

[chessthorpe]

wicked-malia‌:

“No way to really know, unless another demon calls them out.” Malia himself would probably let the charade go, see how far the human took it. But he knew more than few of his kind would be downright offended to see a human attempt it. “It is hell, we all had to be at least a little awful to get here.” He shrugged, stepping back from the cell, growing bored with the conversation and readying to wander off and find something else to do.

“Hey, wait a moment!” she says, noticing he’s about to leave her. The curiosity was too great for her to just let him go like that. “How can I be sure you’re not playing me too?” she asks, a skeptical brow raised. “Saying you’re a demon to get me to play nice and worship at your feet, when really you’re just a human? Prove it to me.”