What are Your Hidden Intent

Welcome to Hell, Robbie

A/N: Anyway, this is my first torture writing. I don't care if you get offended, its an M-rated fic. Also at the end Lyssa and Dipper do their usual 'activities' with each other, question. I have two stories , one called 'Miracle' and the other one known as 'Better or Worse Life' . 

But think about what a baby Lyssa with bat wings and a tail with fangs, that's just so adorably insane not to put that in here.

Lyssa walked back to Robbie. She grabbed one of her black whips from under her bed and cracked it against the floor. She then wrapped the whip around Robbie's neck, she was tightening it around his throat like a noose while firmly gripping his straining cock with her other hand.

"You've been the dominator when it comes to sex, that's why you became in cahoots with Mr. Gleeful in the slave trade, isn't it? So you can act out your unholy pleasures on helpless women, yes? Isn't it strange how ironic the roles are switch? You will do everything I say, when and how I say it, or your death will be as painful as ever."

Lyssa stood back a few feet. Robbie's eyes widened as she unlassened her whip. With a quick jerk of her arm and a flick of the wrist the whip snapped across Robbie's naked chest and also hitting him in the thigh.

"Oww, fucking Christ." He screamed. His bare skin was red with a savage sting.

Lyssa smiled wickedly. Oh, she relished the sound of his torment! The whip came across his body but with an even louder crack, followed by an even louder anguished scream, with each lash Lyssa became more and more aroused, filling the room with her sweet smell. Each moment of his anguish was like erotic phone sex to her. She whipped him until his chest was covered in red noticeable line welts.

The pain overwhelmed Robbie to the fullest extent, he could barely move himself. Lyssa held out her hand and released him from his bond. He tumbled on the floor.

"Come over here," Lyssa ordered.

Robbie whimpered and did what he was told. He hunched up to his hands and knees.

"Now!" Lyssa screamed as she lashed his back with the whip.

Robbie screeched as he crawled toward Lyssa. She gently flicked the whip at him; it wrapped around his neck like a dog leash, he choked to the sound of the bondage, he was at her feet.

"Lick!" she commanded.

Unsure of what she meant, Robbie stuck his tongue out and grazed the toe of her boot.

"You love it!" Lyssa said, pulling on the whip.

Robbie licked the toe and sides of both the boots with long licks. Lyssa lifted her right leg, sticking the steel heel into Robbie's mouth. He sucked on her black heel with enthusiasm. He did not want to jam it down his throat.

She lifted the heel from his mouth and slammed it down to the ground. "Very good, now higher. Or else..."

His tongue ran up the sides of the boots, kissing and suckling at the smooth leather. He continued past her knee, licking her thighs.

"H-higher!" She whispered.

Robbie gasped for air, dizziness set in. At that moment his world went blank, his face was now covered in her demonic juices.

"You're not done!" Lyssa yelled.

Taking the whip between her legs, Lyssa pulled on it from over her shoulder, digging Robbie's face back to her pussy.

"Suck my folds! No air until you make me cum!"

The whip choked the life out of him as he did what he was told. He sucked on Lyssa's clit with new found life. Her flavorful nectar melded with his strangled throat, it was an irresistible appetizer. He inserted fingers into her. Hoping that will send her over the edge until her lungs gave out. He sucked and jabbed in and out of her rapidly, clinging to his last ounce of oxygen.