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"How do you like the taste of yourself? Is it any good? I hope so, because I will be enjoying it myself in a minute," Ramon's question was a mix of wry humor and legitimate inquiry. While he talked his left hand stroked the bottom of her right breast, almost like he was petting a cat or a dog. "Now, let's see how loud you can scream; that will be important to know in case anyone comes calling." With that, his right hand sprang to her unattended left breast, and now he began his attempts at torment in earnest.

Ramon began by lightly teasing underneath, his fingers wiggling too and fro similar to what they did with her feet. While his hands tickled the underside of her breasts, Ramon leaned forward and gave her a long, drawn out lick from her nose to her forehead; in the time it took him to finish, his hands traveled from underneath her breasts to the sides, circling twice over with tickly motions. Then a handful each was grabbed, and Ramon began to squeeze; hard. When his hands could squeeze no more, he began to twist them in opposite directions and away from him. And through it all, he glared into her eyes, grinding himself against her legs.

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Cecilia spit and cough against the garment. Even just the scent was too much for her to deal with at such closeness. She gave him a good glare after he spoke. Trying to tell him her own thoughts, as she wasn't even going to try to speak through what he'd placed in her mouth and humiliate herself even more. She tried wriggling away like a worm when she felt him against her chest. Though it only put more of her breast into his hand when she did. She strained to breath through her nose as she really didn't want to breath at all with what was there to breath.

She wasn't about to let him hear her properly scream, she told herself. She winced as he grab her other breast. Throwing him another dirty look, she decided to try another method. Holding her breath in to get her breast to shrink back. It didn't do much before he started tickling her instead of petting. Her laughter was threatening to come out like a sneeze then. Her body reacting visibly by tossing and turning. She hadn't been able to manage such a thing before, but there was nothing more really, that she hated than ticking now.

Her head rolled back onto the floor as she tried to back away from his tongue, but he followed her. She shook her head, trying to get the saliva trail to dry as quick as possible. Though she had to stop when her head dizzied.

A loud moan that near turned into a scream came out as she coughed and gagged on the flavor in her mouth. As, at the same time, he was compressing her skin in his hands. Her eyes watered and her body threatened to scream again but she held it back as several coughs were forced out. Her eyes stayed wide open the entire time, unable to close. She gave a small whimper as she felt him grind into her legs. The combination of things was making her wet again. She shook her head and scrunched her eyes closed as tight as possible, as she felt what was happening twixt her legs.

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Ramon continued to grind against her leg, continued his painful squeezes of her breasts. "Do you know what's going to happen?" He asked her, leaning down and nipping her chin any time she looked anyway from him, away from his eyes. "You are going to get off on this. And you're going to wonder why. You'll think, 'Well, maybe it's the mix of being naked and afraid, my body doesn't know what it is thinking.'" Ramon smirked at that, giving her nose another lick before cocking his head and biting down, hard enough to leave teeth marks. As he bit, he gave her breasts another twist, and shook his head with her nose like a dog before letting go, and grinding into her legs more vigorously.

"Then you'll think, 'huh, I guess I'm a bit of a masochist; I can't believe that I like pain!' Neither one of those things are true, Madame Judge." His heads let go of her breasts, only to grab her nipples and pull them as taunt as he good before they slipped out of his grasp, twisting and prodding them as he did so. "No, you're going to get off on this for the same reason you'll get off for the rest of your life; because I want you too. Now, tell me you want me to tickle your toes again; go ahead, just nod your head."

It was awkward, but he managed; Keeping her face in sight, Ramon leaned forward and took her left breast into his mouth. He began to alternate between sucking her tit, biting down and shaking his head like a dog, and rolling it around with his tongue. His hand dove between her legs, as his grinding was no longer a real option. His eyebrows raised at the tell-tale sign of wetness.

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His nipping at her chin didn't stop Cecilia from looking away. She had no desire to look at him with what he was doing to her. She couldn't get herself to even if she wanted to. Her eyes narrowed when he started out by saying what he believed she would think. Grunting, she shook her head. It wasn't what she was really thinking at all. She was thinking about how it was her body's fault and no fault of her own. That her own feelings had nothing to do with the way she was reacting.

Cecilia tried nudging him away further with her shoulder, turning on her side far enough so that her breasts would go against the ground, but still he held them. She finally closed her mouth around the panties when she felt him biting at her nose. She grit her teeth then coughed and opened her mouth again as soon as she was made re-aware of what lay within it. She thought she might vomit, which was no good with how her mouth was closed off. Her eyes watered as she felt her nose being tugged about. She closed her eyes then so not to go cross eyed by keeping track of his mouth.

Glad that he knew well enough to say that she didn't like the pain and she wasn't a masochist had her scoffing. _Damn right._ She thought in her head. She sobbed a little when she felt her nipples pulled out tight. Her body trying to pull away only making things worse. He went on with his rant. She gave a very loud groan as she wanted him to know clearly she disagreed, as she tried throwing him off of her again.

She started mumbling things through her gag, forgetting it was there for a moment as she raged. By the time she remembered, he had his breast in her mouth once more. His hand between her legs as well, making her wetter. She could feel her pussy tightening up. Whether it was a sexual reaction or a reaction of self defense, she knew not. She moaned before she closed her teeth around the gag again. Trying to tear at it, and rip the nylon, as, more than anything else, she wanted to speak. She didn't care about what it took to be able to. Her eyes rolled back however, and she was forced to pause when she felt his tongue about her nipple.

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"Look at how wet you are down here, my dear," Ramon called out as two fingers entered as best they were able with her legs still forced together. "Don't tell me that you don't enjoy being mine; on some dark, primal level, the you, the REAL you, loves every minute of this, will love everything I am going to do to, because I'm doing it. Now, I'm still waiting for you to tell me what I want to here."

He began to rub her clit viciously, before returning to his oral treatment of her breasts, though he was far rougher with his bites then before, yet no less "sensual" about it. His free hand found her ribs, and began to lightly tease the fleshy bit just above the hip bone. This was no slow love-making; this was trying to get a woman off as fast and painful as possible, and Ramon was well practiced at it; he had been doing it for three years on many a woman, and now he had this lovely judge right where he had been wanting her for weeks.

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Cecilia's pussy pushed and squeezed at his fingers. Trying to force them out as she tossed her head back, making her breasts come forward at the same time as she arched her body upward and outward. They jiggled against each other before settling. She gave her head one full shake towards him as she grit her teeth back and forth against the material in her mouth. Hoping to use her incisors like a saw to cut herself back to freedom of speech.

She pant herself into a loud moan as she felt herself near cumming. His bites making her body go around in waves like a wriggling worm. Making her breasts clap together in the end. Her eyes were starting to roll back before she stopped herself. Curling into a ball as much as she could as she wanted to close off all entryways to her more private areas. She managed to flip over onto her stomach. Her chest against the ground, her face sideways against the floor while her ass swayed up high as she worked on breaking the nylons and squirming her way out of the binds around her feet.

"I want, for you to take your thick head and get out of here." She mumbled as loudly as possible as she looked at him, wanting for him to understand her every word. Though it was very much distorted through her panties.

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Her spinning did indeed have the desired effect; Ramon had to exit her and back off or risk being taken down. Subdued by a bound woman; that was not something he wanted to have happen to him, ever; his pride would never let him live it down. He glared at her as she began working at her binds, staring at him and mouthing something to him in incomprehensible gibberish. Although, he didn't need to be a rocket scientist to get the general gist of it, and either way his eyes shone with murderous intent.

He stepped on the ankle that she had twisted with her hopping; hard. "If you ever do anything again that I don't allow you to," he snarled, reaching down and grabbing her hair, "I'll find some of your scented candles, light them up, and drip the hot wax into your pussy. Do you understand!?" A hand quickly lashed out and struck her hard across the face, his foot pressing further down onto her ankle.

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Cecilia coughed and spat before giving a loud whining noise. Her foot, try as it might, could not escape what he did. She sobbed as he grabbed at her hair. She didn't think he wouldn't do what he used as a threat even if she did obey him, but there was nothing positive she could gain by disobeying right now. Her cheek burned after he had struck her. Along with the pain striking through her ankle, it was enough to have her begin draining every last tear she withheld before.

She laid very still for some time, unable to get up the strength to make a proper response. When she was able to, she looked halfway towards him. Looking a bit past him so she would not have to meet him eye to eye again as she nodded. Simultaneously mumbling. "Uhuh." She didn't dare do anything else. She tried not to even really breath as she laid there beneath him. Even though she was still very much in pain. She kept it concealed. She wasn't sure how much more she could take before she would pass out.

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Ramon looked at her, then began grinding his foot into her ankle a few times before finally letting up. It was a good thing that she got the point. "And now," he said, pulling her up roughly to her feet. "I am going to walk to the other side of the bed. You will hop to me, and then get on the bed. If you put on a good show for me, then I'll replace that gag with a blindfold. You put on a bad show for me, then the blindfold will be added on. Do you understand?"

He grabbed Cecilia's nipples and gave them a painful, warning twist before letting go and walking over to the far side of the bed. Crossing his arms, Ramon tapped his foot, waiting impatiently for his show to begin. Never once did the glare that he had fixed her with leave his eyes. His every demeanor proved that he meant what he said.

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Cecilia sucked on the rag in her mouth for comfort, to try and deter the pain. Coughing and gagging as most of what was left of the urine probably went down the back of her throat. When she was pulled to her feet, she had to balance mostly on her one good foot. She was glad he steadied her at first, otherwise she would have fallen yet again. She listened closely to his instructions. Noting his every word, as she didn't want to get a thing wrong now. The reward would be losing what lay in her mouth.

That was enough to encourage her forward. She hissed when he twisted her nipples. It wasn't nearly as bad as what else he had done now. When she felt him leave, she had to steady herself. Barely using her bad foot to save herself from failing entirely, she made one large initial hop. That lined her up with the end of the bed. Her breasts slapped against each other as well as her abdomen as she felt herself nearly slip. She caught herself with a loud groan as her bad foot was forced to have more pressure than she intended.

She did two hops in a row before stopping herself again. She swung her hair around several times, making her boobs sway at the same time. Then she made a final hop to where she need be to get onto the side of her bed parallel to him. She proceeded to hop in place a few times before launching herself back onto the bed. Breasts first, squeezed beneath her as she crawled her way onto the bed, then she lay still. Giving small shakes of her head as she replayed what she had done in her mind. She whimpered when she rested her head against the bedding, having to hold her head up as her cheek still stung. Her eyes fell to her breasts as she despised them now.

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Ramon enjoyed the show immensely, if he was completely honest with himself. "Did your bouncing boobies feel good, flopping this way and that? Well get used to it, because that's going to be just one of many things that will happen to you." He proceeded to pinch her bottom, bending down and biting hard enough to leave bite marks, before turning her over onto her back. "But I must congratulate you; you did indeed put on a show for me. So I will replace the gag with a blindfold... eventually."

His left hand sought between her legs again, vibrantly moving to get her to climax right there on her bed. His right hand went to her breasts, switching between the two and playing with them gently. "But now we are back to this; me making you cum your brains out, and you telling me how much you want me to tickle your toes with a nod of the head. Sooner you do this, sooner you get that piss-stained rag out of your mouth; I want to hear you laugh this time."

His head bent down towards her navel, his tongue disappearing and playing with that little hole while his fingers rapidly played with another. He was trying to get her to lose her mind, and he thought this time he might succeed.

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Cecilia neither nodded or shook her head in response to his first question. As she was trying to relax during this small time he left her be. Recover to some extent. She growled when he pinched her, then moaned when he bit her. Her ass cheeks tightening in his grip. She glared up at him when he turned her over. Wanting to roll back over immediately. She breathed deeply. Closing her eyes again to rest before she heard him announce what he intended to do.

Her eyes shot open and she began to lunge at him before her back lashed backwards when he started playing between her legs again rapidly. Her entire body bounced up and down then against the mattress. The way he spoke made her lips moisten against his fingers. Her eyes rolled back for a moment as she thought of her previous pissing. The hot squirting feeling reminding her much of when she would cum.

She didn't want him to tickle her toes again for fear of that. As her body fought against her in want to come to an orgasmic finish. Still, escaping what lay in her mouth meant more to her. She gave several quick nods. Mumbling out, "I want you to tickle my feet." Letting out the last word just before she came hard. Her body shaking as her eyelashes fluttered. Her body arching upward several times before collapsing in a panting mess.

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Her grinding into him was one of the best things Ramon had felt in a while. _God! You would think she never had sex before in her life!_ He didn't see her nod, but he did hear her mumbling, and Ramon was arrogant enough to believe that she wouldn't dare refuse him, would not dare go against a thing he would say. Yes, he believed this despite ample evidence to the contrary. Withdrawing his hand, he held his fingers for her to see, dripping with her own cum.

"Look at this," Ramon demanded, "Don't tell me that you don't enjoy this, that you don't love this. Don't feed me bullshit lines about, 'my body couldn't help it!' You couldn't bounce up and down like that unless you loved every second of every minute of that! Now, I didn't hear you, what did you say?"

He unwrapped the nylon covering her mouth, taking out the panties that were now more wet with saliva than urine. Still, he held both nylons and panties close, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he gagged her once, and could do so easily again, with the same materials. "I believe something about me and tickling those pretty little toes of yours?" His prompts were as threatening as they were obvious.

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Cecilia's cheeks went dark red as he presented her with what she had done. His words only making it worse. She quivered and retracted herself at every word he spat. Forcing herself to look only so not to obey and receive any other form of punishment. The pain in her ankle vanished momentarily after she came. As her orgasm ran through her body like a form of pain medication. Relieving her temporarily of what other feelings she had been going through since becoming his captive.

She thought that she might have to talk again through her gag, and readied her voice to do so. "I said I want you to tickle my feet!" She shouted, this time however every word was pronounced clearly. Her eyes flashed from his one hand dripping with her fluids to the other that now held the gag. _Had she really allowed for him to make her say such a thing?_ It wasn't that bad, she told herself. It wasn't the worst thing she could have been forced to say. Nor the worst thing that had happened thus far.

Cecilia swallowed hard, wanting to lick her now chapped lips, but deciding on not to. As she didn't know whether there would still be remnants of the taste she had stuck in her mouth from before. She didn't want to chance it. She stayed quiet then.

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Ramon's mouth curled up into a cross between a smile and a sneer. It never once touched the glare in his eyes. "Well, sense you asked so nicely, I'll give you want you want. But you have to do two things for me." He dropped the gag materials onto the floor, holding up two fingers with his dry hand. "The first thing you have to do for me is tell me what you have as far as feathers go; feather boas? Feather quills? Decorative peacock feather? I'll settle for an electric tooth brush if I have to, but my dear, there is 'tickling', and then there is 'tickling'!"

He had to chuckle at a lame attempt at humor, but there was a purpose to his perversion; he was letting her pick the instruments, her pick the torture. There was no better way than to break her down then make her think that, on some level, what was happening to her was her idea. Though that was a long way off.

"The second thing you have to do," Ramon said after he gave her time to answer his question, "Is lick yourself off of me. Can't tickle with a wet hand." A warning hand grabbed a handful of hair and held her straight. "And if you bite me, if you refuse, if you do anything other than what I just told you to do, I'll gouge out your eyeballs and make you eat them. And then the gag goes back in." He let go of her hair, and held his hand under her nose, expectantly.

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"I have some feather quills... but they are antiques. I will not have you using them. I have an electric toothbrush but you will not be using that either." Cecilia said quickly in response. Speaking honestly. Though, she did not mention how there were feathers in her pillows as well, but she didn't think it important. Since the feathers were rather small in size. Not anywhere near what she imagined him using. She didn't want him to use anything really. Though if he used something... then he wouldn't be directly touching her as he was now. "If you must use one, use the quills. I will not have you using something that is meant for my mouth anywhere else. They are in a safe beneath my bed." She explained.

They were there to keep them in good condition. As she didn't trust the bank to do the same. The quicker they got through this, the quicker they would be done. She told herself. She applied the same idea as she was told to lick what had just come from herself off his hand. Her cum alone, she wouldn't have minded so much. The fact it was on his fingers though... had her holding back for just a second longer. His descriptions never failed to leave her queasy.

Cecilia darted out her head hungrily at his fingers. Sucking and slurping loudly everything she could. Pulling back, she shot her tongue out several times to get what remained. Licking a bit heavier in the end before licking her own lips without even thinking. Coughing when she realized how not only her lips, but his fingers, had come in contact with her pee.

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"You slurp like a pro; you have much experience with this?" Ramon asked casually as she cleaned off his hand. "I mean, this is almost better than soap and water; almost." Taking his now wet hand, he began to rub it dry on her breasts and stomach, giving all three sensual rubs and rough squeezes while he did. And when he was done, he raised his hand high over his hand... and brought it down across her stomach, a loud slap echoed throughout the room, more than enough force to leave a large red mark over her stomach in the the shape of a hand; she would have that for at least a day, possibly two. A reminder of what happened to mouthy sluts who thought they could give orders.

"What... did I tell you... about saying what will and won't happen? Do I need to piss on a rag myself and gag you with that? You are mouthy for a whore that just came all over your bed." Despite his anger, he did slide off the bed, and was about to reach underneath when he thought for a moment. "A safe? Safes usually mean keys and combinations. Are you trying to be smart with me, little judge? Because if you are being smart with me..."

He stood back up and went to her feet, grabbing her good ankle with his right hand and making spider motions with his left, starting from above the heel and ending just below the pads of her toes. "...I'll demonstrate to you first hand exactly what I will do to your daughter, only over a far longer period."

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Cecilia pursed her lips as she did everything to keep herself from spitting at him again. It wasn't easy, but she made it through. Her body bounced and she rolled from side to side as the pain remained after he'd taken his hand away. She coughed and spat onto herself then as her insides shook the same as her body. She coughed up spit onto her chin as well as onto her chest. She whimpered as she felt the mark he seared onto her pulse. Shaking her head slowly to him with glittering eyes as she heard him offer another solution to her misbehavior. She stayed quiet to prove that she would be able to correct herself without his assistance.

"I'm sorry all right? You asked for feathers, that's what I have. They were meant to be saved to pass down to my children's children. The safe needs a scan of my finger as well as the code 4257196. I'm not trying to be smart I just want you to leave me alone!" Cecilia cried out admittedly as she felt him start tickling at her feet. "Leave my daughter out of this, please! I'll do what you say so long as you swear to leave her be!" She said as tears flowed. She didn't want anything like this to happen to her daughter. Not when she had young children of her own. She wouldn't allow for it. Even if it meant her own demise.


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Rad was already there tending the horses... in fact, he already chose the right horse for her to ride one that was rather easy to handle. He smiled when the lady, dressed in her rather sporty yet still attractive attire approached him, her pants wrapped nicely around her shapely ass. the same ones that he had fucked thoroughly the previous day.

"Are you ready to begin the training?" He asked her. "First of course you'd have to mount the horse, which isn't hard.. though you would want to keep your balance."

[Assistant] Ellen licked her lips and smiled at him, nodding that she was ready. She put a hand on the horse, grasping the reigns lightly before blushing and glancing back at Rad. The horse was quite a bit bigger than her, despite being one of the smaller stallions they had. "Um... could you help me up?" She asked, sounding embarrassed.

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"Of course... just make sure you stand on the paddle the right way." He said, showing her how to do it first before he got down and then tried to help her up. "The horse is a gentle one, he's perfect for the job of training you how to ride." He reassured her.

"How is it?" He said after he helped her up, the horse moving a little bit. "Make sure you hold onto the horse tightly when he moves. Use the reigns to control him."

[Assistant] Ellen nodded nervously, trying and failing to look like she knew what she was doing. She looked absolutely terrified; a stark contrast to the confident look she normally wore. She tugged on the reigns slightly, not really knowing what to do, and giggled as the horse began to walk in a circle. "I um... did I break him?" She asked, feeling quite silly.

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"No... everything is fine." Rad said to her before he smiled as the horse slowly moving around. "So how are you liking it?" The horse gently moved about. "Try have him go straight."

He stood there and watched the lady ride the horse for the first time, he had to say... she wasn't doing that bad of a job.

[Assistant] Ellen giggled cutely and innocently, the horse still moving in a circle. Eventually she managed to get it to straighten out, only to start wandering off arbitrarily. "I am trying to get him to go straight!" She laughed, looking back at him. She was having fun, something she didn't get to do very often.

[User] "Tell... you're doing an okey job... better than most people actually." He said as he watched the horse eventually going where she wanted to. He never went too fast as to make it uncomfortable for her. After reaching one end of the yard it began to turn around and come back to him. "Mhmm... I think you might be a very quick learner milady."

[Assistant] Ellen smiled happily, pleased with herself and that Rad seemed pleased with her. Learning to ride the horses was something she had been intending to do for a long time, and to be told that she was doing well made her very happy. "Thank you Rad, you're a good teacher." She said with a smile.

[User] "Oh... I haven't done much of teaching you at all... it's mostly you you know. I think you're just a naturally good learner." Rad said, given how well she sucked on his cock... how good her ass was to fuck, she was only going to get better. "If you are getting tired or in need of a break you could always just hope down." He said.

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Ellen blushed again at his words, not knowing what was going through his head. She was just flattered that he thought so highly of her, even if she was a lady. It was a nice day, but it would get hot later on. For now though, it was a pleasant temperature, so she decided to keep riding.

She rode the horse around in small loops around the gardens for near an hour, Rad following along next to her, before stopping by the stables. It had gotten quite warm outside, and her blouse was clinging to her with perspiration. "I think I will take that break now, actually." She said with a small giggle. "Thank you again for teaching me."

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He offered to help her get down if she would have trouble to when she wanted to take a break. "Well... you have made a lot of progress, given that you're still not quite yet ready to go around there and ride fast but for a first day... I think it's brilliant."

Rad pulled her close for a quick hug. "I have some other training for you afterwards... if you don't mind, do you want to go perhaps eat something? Drink something?" He asked, wanting her to feel completely comfortable before he introduces to her a new side of sex.

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She hugged him tightly in the privacy of the stables, her head resting on his chest. She looked up at him, smiling but tilting her head curiously as he mentioned more training.

"More training? Am I going to learn how to ride faster?" Ellen asked with a giggle, still hugging him. "And um, lunch would be nice. It is a bit hot out here..."

[User] "Actually... a different type of training." Rad said to her as he smiled. "But right now you should take a break." He said as he followed her into the room. "I will meet you after lunch." He said to her before letting her go. He didn't want to but at this stage, he was a stableboy and unless he was invited he really didn't see himself fit to simply go with her into the dining area to eat with her.

[Assistant] Ellen giggled again and bit her lip, looking down at the ground uncertainly. After a moment, she leaned up on her toes and kissed him softly on the lips before blushing brightly. "As the lady of his house, I order that you escort me to lunch." She said in a mock serious tone, before giggling softly.

[User] "As you wish." Rad said to her, his clothes had been clean today for the most part. Though they still looked bland. He followed her into the the dining area before they sat down. The cook bringing the food to them onto the table, it made sense for them to eat together though, after he had given her a tutoring lesson of riding.

[Assistant] Lady Ellen nodded to the cook as he brought them their food, smiling slightly as she ate. Of course nobody suspected anything. She wouldn't have suggested it if she didn't feel like it made sense. Despite some of her... tendencies, she was a careful woman; she had to be to have gone unnoticed with the visiting lord for so long. "How is your lunch, stable boy?" She asked pleasantly as they ate.

[User] Rad watched as the delicious food was brought onto the table. "It is perfect." He said as he began to eat the food, he hadn't have food that good in some time now, obviously the cook didn't cook the same food for the lords and ladies as much as the other servants. He looked over at her. "Thank you so much for this opportunity, it has been a pleasure teaching you how to ride."

[Assistant] Ellen blushed lightly as she ate, having to force herself not to hug him for his praise. She nodded to him in thanks, eating the rest of her lunch. When they were done, she stood and gestured for him to come with her, walking back out to the stables. As they crossed the lawn she bit her lip, having an idea, and began to sway her hips slightly to tease him.

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He took his time with the food, going straight to exercise after eating was a bad idea, instead he tried to chat her up with things before he felt that they were ready to go again. He was led by her back to the stables, the horse was inside rather than outside this time. He noticed the way she was trying to tease, him... little would she know what would happen next to her.

Rad gestured her to follow him into stables with him before he took her to his little shed. He leaned next to her and whispered. "So Lady Ellen... have you ever thought to... suck off a horse?" He asked, trying to see her attention.

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She swayed her pert bottom as she walked, trying to tease the handsome stable boy as they walked back to the stable. She was anxious to get back on the horse, anxious to impress Rad. Not that she would admit that, she had too much pride as a noble to admit that she craved the servant's approval.

When they stepped into the stable, Ellen approached the horse and began to pet his nose. She turned to smile at Rad as he entered, tilting her head in curiosity as she heard the doors close. She shivered slightly as she felt him step close to her, but his words almost made her heart stop. "H... have I ever... what?" She asked, dumbfounded.

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He smiled, obviously such things were going to get responses like that. It was beyond anything kinky that he had done with more, more kinky than cumming on her face, than fucking her ass... probably more kinky than having her take two cocks. "You heard me right Ellen... have you ever thought of sucking the cock off a horse... like the one you rode today. I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you thank him for being such a good boy today."

Rad moved close to her and began to grope her body slowly, on hand rubbing her breasts while the other went down and started to stroke her inner thighs. "So... what do you say we give it a try?"

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She blushed brightly, still petting the horses nose as he spoke. She groaned as he groped her modest breasts, parting her legs involuntarily as he stroked her inner thighs, biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud.

"Rad, no..." Ellen panted. "That's disgusting... it's an animal! How can you even suggest something like that, it's completely repulsive..."

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"Repulsive?" He asked her, watching her pet the horse as he continued to grope her. "You didn't see him as repulsive when she was taking you about did you? When you were riding him. I don't think it's much to ask to help relieve the poor animal that had to put up with you while you rode him." Rad said as he lowered her a little to let her see the giant hanging cock that was in front of her. "If you weren't a lady, if you weren't burdened by all the status and powers you hold. Would you give it a try?" He asked her.

Pulling her up again he turned his face a little to kiss her on the lips. "Mhmmm, I know you want to try it, isn't this the same for when you first rejected to have anal sex with me? I'm sure that's not the cast now." He pushed her onto the floor now, stripping off her pants. "I think I want to fuck you in the ass right now."

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Ellen blushed darkly as he pushed her down, the giant horse cock roughly the length of her arm. She shook her head as he asked if she would try it were she not a lady; of course she wouldn't! It was an animal!

Squealing as Rad pulled her back up, she quickly found herself kissing him back, his tongue invading her mouth. Moaning softly into the kiss, she pressed herself tightly against him. She whimpered in fear though as he pushed her to the ground, tugging her tight riding pants off, her panties going with them.

"Rad, no! Not right now, not out here!" She pleaded. She had been teasing him, but this level of aggression was frightening her a little.

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He gave her little room to argue, at least they were positioned away from the horse. Even though the horse could totally see what was happening even if he didn't understand it. "what is wrong? You liked it the last time we did it." He said as he pushed his cock against her pussy before pushing into her. He wanted to get his cock nicely lubricated before taking that sweet ass of her.

Moaning, Rad began to pump his cock into her wet folds as his hands ran down her back, still clothed in her blouse. "Mhmmm... you're always so sweet Ellen." He said as he pumped her a few more times before finally deciding to pull out of her and lay his cock against the entrance of her ass, teasing her for a moment before he started to push the head in.

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Ellen moaned wantonly; despite her protests her body was ready and willing to receive his thick cock. She gripped the waist-high wall of the stable as he slid into her pussy, blushing as the horse leaned forward to lick her face. Groaning softly in shame, she bit her lip as she felt the thick head of Rad's cock pushing into her tight ass.

Two days ago she never would have even tried anal sex. But here she was, bent over in a stable, taking the stable boy's cock up her ass... and loving it like a cheap whore.

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Rad pushed his cock deeper into her asshole as he moaned loudly, watching his member slowly bury itself into her tight flesh as he smiled at the lady. "Ahhh... such a tight ass..." He moaned to her, it was just as tight as the time he took her anal virginity. He doubted he could ever make it loose, which was good, he loved women that was always tight.

"Ahhh, how do you feel now Ellen? You feel like a slut don't you? But it's okay... you need to be freed from the things that burden you, let yourself go and submit to me and my cock."

[Assistant] Ellen groaned as he filled her, his massive cock stretching her wide around his member. He felt huge; she doubted it was something she'd ever get used to. Her tight as squeezed him as he fucked her, her muscles rippling around his thick shaft as it slid in and out. "I'm not a slut..." She panted as he fucked her. "I don't need to be freed from anything...."

[User] "You don't like your life as it is.. I can see how much better you feel with my cock buried in you... you like it don't you? To be fucked like that?" He moaned as he slammed his member into her ass again and again, pounding into her ass hole with his rod as his hips slammed into her asscheeks. "What are you going to do after I fuck your ass? You're going to suck off that horse aren't you?" He said to her, slowing down his thrusts as if to tease her.

[Assistant] "But I'm a noble... a lady..." She groaned, pushing back against him eagerly, panting heavily as they fucked. "I... I...noooo. I'm not going to suck the horse..." Ellen pushed back, rolling her hips as they fucked, her nipples hardening under her blouse and her face flushing with arousal and shame. But there was no way she would do something like sucking a horse. She had too much self respect for that.

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"Well... you liked sucking my cock didn't you?" He said to her as he pumped his member into once again speeding up. "It'll just be like a human cock... only bigger.... and with a lot more cum. Won't you love that?"

He didn't hold himself back as he soon screamed, shooting his load deep into her bowels as he came in her, filling her ass overflowing with his seed. "Ahhh... you're so hot!!"

[Assistant] "I... I... I..." She gasped as she felt Rad cum inside her ass, filling her bowels with his thick gooey cum. In truth she had loved sucking his cock; it was something that just came naturally to her. And she did really enjoy cum... but the idea of doing it to a horse just sickened her. Made her feel dirty just from thinking about it. But looking over her shoulder at Rad, she knew she was going to end up doing it. "O... okay. I'll do it..." Ellen said, sounding defeated.

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"I promise that if you didn't enjoy it.. you won't have to do it again." He said as he gave a light spank on her ass before he pulled out of her hole, his seed leaked out of her ass and he smiled, a lady being reduced to a whore who took it up the butt... it was quite an achievement indeed.

The horse stood there and waited. "Go on now... Rad won't hurt you.. he is very properly trained."

[Assistant] Slowly, very slowly, Ellen got down on her knees and crawled over to the horse. Blushing furiously, hating herself for doing this, Lady Ellen opened her mouth and licked the tip of the horse's cock. Stroking it with both hands she sucked on the head, feeling it twitch and harden in her hands until it was almost two feet long. "Oh... my..." She whispered in shock.

[User] The horse's cock was huge, there was no way Ellen could fit it into her mouth, she could barely slid it into her mouth, and even then she would still wrap her both her hands around the remaining length, she could suck and jerk on the cock at the same time. "I guess you quite like it don't you?" Rad said to her as he watched her begin to examine the cock. "Suck on it... jerk it... play with it like you would a normal cock."

[Assistant] She sucked on the head, her mouth stretched around it obscenely as she stroked the shaft with both hands, neither one fitting completely around the thick cock. She pulled back with a pop as it slid out of her mouth, blushing darkly and panting to catch her breath, still stroking the enormous dick. "I do not like it." Ellen said, sounding slightly embarrassed. "I don't want to be doing this."

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Rad watched her as she began to stroke the long shaft with both her hands, jerking on the thick cock as she started to suck on the head of the horse's cock. "Give it some time... you'll learn to like it. It's just any other cock after all." He said, so simply writing off her concern and urging her onwards to continue.

The horse was certainly enjoying the attention the lady was paying to him, though he made no movements, he let out some sounds which could have only been sounds of pleasure.

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Ellen blushed hotly in shame, a sick feeling settling in the pit of her stomach as she serviced the animal. She felt dirty, used, disgusted with herself for doing this. And the stable boy merely wrote off her concerns as if she were being foolish, prudish for not enjoying this.

She sucked hard, her tongue instinctively swirling over the tip as she stroked the horses massive cock. It made soft whinnies and grunting sounds which, to her shame and horror, she found began to turn her on.

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Rad might have been wrong, thinking that forcing her to continue to suck that cock was going to make her turned on by it in the end, but he had to try it. The sight was erotic, watching her suck hard on the horse cock and stroking it.

A small smile settled in his face as he realized that she was instinctively doing it more and less forcing herself. She was a lady that liked big cock and cum and the horse was going to give her both.

[Assistant] Ellen tried bobbing her head, attempting to take more of the thick equine cock into her mouth, but stopped when she immediately gagged, her mouth stretched to its limit. She was still naked from the waist down, her thighs covered in the stable boy's cum as she blew the horse. Her hair was beginning to fall out of its braid, strands clinging to her face as she sucked. Secretly she hoped that Rad wouldn't notice her pussy getting damp.

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The horse moved a little as he felt the rush if pleasure now entering him as the lady gave him an amazing blowjob, the cock twitched in her hand as it began to reach closer to climax.

Unfortunately for her, the observant stable boy was able to see that get pussy was getting very wet from the sucking. "You do like it." Rad said as if that wasn't enough he moved behind her and began to finger get pussy.

[Assistant] Ellen gasped, not noticing the twitching as Rad grazed a finger across her clit. Still stroking the big cock, she turned to look at him, blushing darkly. "Stop it..." She groaned pleadingly. "I don't like it...."

[User] "Oh? Not liking it? You don't want to cum with the horse?" Rad said as he began to pump his fingers even faster into Ellen's wet folds. The horse's cock twitched a few more times before exploring in front of her face a huge jet of seed coating her face going onto her blouse and covering get hair.

[Assistant] Lady Ellen gasped as the horse came, thick gooey slimy cum painting her elegant face, ruining her blouse and splattering all in her hair. As she gasped, she got a mouth full of the warm seed. Swallowing out of habit, she groaned as Rad pumped his fingers into her tight pussy, making her writhe as she was showered in thick equine semen.

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There was plenty for Ellen, both to swallow and to wear in her face, her hair was covered in the seed and so were her blouse and of course face.

"You are amazing milady... just amazing." Rad said to her as he went to slowly stroke her ass. "Tell me what you would like to do next." He wouldn't press her to fuck today, that was for another.

[Assistant] Ellen sputtered, cum dripping off her face and hair, ruining her blouse and running down over her smooth legs. How was she supposed to go inside? Surely someone would see, and then what? Her life would be ruined. "...Rad... what do I do?" She asked quietly, her nipples poking through the now damp material of her blouse.

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Rad looked at her.. it was a little hard to justify her leaving here like that. People would really wonder just what she did in the stables if she came out covered in cum from head to shoulders. "Uhm... wait for me a little." He said as he ducked out and disappeared. And it was a long wait, the stableboy went and boiled some water before carrying a bucket of the warm water to the stables as well as a new blouse for her.

"Just sit there.. I'll clean you up." He said as he started to wipe her with a cloth while washing the lady's cum covered body. "After you're wash you could wear the new blouse and we could go back."

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Ellen whimpered softly as Rad left, worrying that he would abandon her out here. She was so nervous, she was covered in cum, and against her sensibilities she was sopping wet. Her pussy tingled and she began to rub herself, moaning softly as she waited for the stable boy to return.

When Rad did eventually return, he would see her on here knees again, sucking the horse's cock as she rubbed herself.

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It was true, had Ellen been seen in there she would lose all her reputation, her husband would have to at least put her into a mental asylum for thinking that she should mate with a horse. But the only person that came back Rad and he smiled.

"Oh... look like you haven't had enough have you?" He said as he put the bucket down. "Well... you should finish him quickly before the water cools again." The horse was loving it, this lady whore was sucking on his cock again, and this time of her own freewill.

[Assistant] Ellen moaned loudly as she heard Rad speak, pinching her clit roughly. She came hard, jamming three fingers inside herself and bucking her hips wildly as she did. Her moans vibrated the horse's cock, pushing him over the edge as well. The horse came in her mouth, her cheeks ballooning as her mouth filled with cum, forcing her to swallow as much as she could. There was too much though, and she pulled back coughing as it painted her in another load of hot gooey cum.

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[Assistant] Ellen looked down at the ground like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, still idly stroking the horse cock. "I um... it... it's embarrassing?" She offered shyly, blushing bright red beneath the layers of cum.

[User] "You liked it didn't you? You like the horse cock despite calling it dirty and filthy. You love the cum the fact that it's so huge." Rad smiled as he got a little closer to her before pulling her back. "We could do more tomorrow, but right now I need to get you washed, people will suspect what you're doing here if you stayed too long." He began to wash her with his cloth. " There is always tomorrow."


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Isaac analyzed the samples taken the next day, determining that Evan was indeed a proper fit for his study. He'd like to have thought he knew that from the start, but there was always that possibility of something popping up in the test results that could ruin his hope. That was not the case with this young man. Isaac would actually have a chance to begin properly testing his prototypes and experimental compounds. It took him another day to pass the appropriate paperwork through the ethics committee, schedule lab time for experiments around his other obligations, and prepare the lab for testing.

On the morning three days from their initial meeting, Evan's phone would ring. When he would answer, the doctor's secretary gave him the good news that she wanted to schedule him for testing. That same day would be perfect as Isaac was eager to start. After confirming a time and date, she ended the call and give Dr. Elliot appointment time that Evan had made.

Isaac made the preparations for the experiments. He had a few more forms for Evan to fill out, but after that, the experiments could commence. The doctor would also explain the compensation given for completing the experiment and when the transaction of compensation would take place. He waited patiently inside the lab, tapping his foot a little too anxiously as he waited for Evan to arrive. He almost couldn't wait to start the experiments, and the fact that Evan would be nude before him again was a nice perk as well.

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The wait seemed to last much longer than the couple of days it took for the secretary to contact him again. Evan fretted almost constantly about the lack of a phone call, anxiously checking his cell every few minutes to (of course) find that nothing had been missed. His landlord had continuously pressured him for a definite date as to when the rent would be due by, and the young man worried that his patience would run out before Isaac got back in touch with him. Perhaps he worried too much, but he couldn't help but think of everything riding on the experiments; he couldn't afford to not worry.

He was slumped rather grumpily in his couch, flicking idly through the channels on his television when his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. Instantly he had jumped up and fiddled frantically with the device before placing it to his ear with a breathless 'hello'. He almost laughed with overwhelming relief as he was informed that he had been selected, a smile spreading upon his features as he confirmed that any time would be perfect; the sooner the better. It was an added bonus when he could return that very day to begin... things suddenly seemed to be going extremely well and Evan almost ran to the address, leaving the very instant the call had ended.

It didn't take him long to reach Isaac's office, but he took a moment outside to catch his breath and straighten the white shirt he had quickly slipped on in an effort to look a little more presentable. Once satisfied he was no longer panting after the long run, he stepped inside with a wide smile at the secretary. "I'm Evan. You called me a little while ago?" The woman smiled and directed him to the doctor's office, to which Evan nodded, offering her a small wink before he turned and headed towards the familiar door, knocking smartly on the surface.

"Doctor? Its Evan Chambers; your secretary called about the examinations today." He announced, pushing the door open to slip inside once again.

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Isaac had kept himself busy all morning by documenting the findings of Evan's initial examination. He'd done the physical assessment and general information, and now he was working on the analysis of the samples he had collected from the young man. Evan seemed to be in peak physical condition as far as the doctor's experiment was concerned. He was in all ways perfect for further testing.

Dr. Elliot did not look up from his computer until he heard Evan's voice. He gave a glance up and gestured for him to come in before closing the laptop computer he had been working on. He asked the young man to sit again before pulling another folder from the side of his desk in front of him. "Thank you for returning, Evan. I hope my initial examination was not too awfully embarrassing for you," he said and opened the envelope to pull out a small stapled packet. He slid it to Evan in a manner similar to the first day they had met there in his office. Isaac offered him a pen to go with the papers as he would need to be signing again.

"Now we move on to the actual scientific trials. I can now disclose more about my experiment to you. I am working on experimental compounds and devices to enhance the male reproductive system. As you might surmise now, that is why I needed to take samples the last time. I will need you to sign the packet in order for us to continue with the experiments though. The main thing you should know is that the experiments include exposing you to an experimental compound that I have been working on for the past several years. There are side effects though so far, none have been fatal or life threatening. Apart from that, you should not be adversely affected by any of the other experiments that I have set up for you," he explained.

"The final sheet explains your compensation. Upon signing the packet to accept being a part of the experiments, you will receive a sum of $500 from my sponsor. Upon completing the experiments, you will receive a sum of $2500 to make your total benefit $3000," he said and set the pen down on the paper for Evan to sign. "If you have any reservations about continuing, now would be the time to back out. If you sign the packet and back out later, you will be subject to the early dismissal clause where the total sum of money you will receive is $100. Is this all clear?" Isaac asked in a rather authoritarian tone.

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Evan slipped inside the office that was just as neat as he remembered it, stepping to the indicated chair and sitting as he was instructed to do so. He smiled quite happily, clearly glad to have beat the other applicants to get to this stage; the money would hopefully hold him over for a good few months, after all. Why wouldn't he be happy? "Just want to say thank you for accepting me, Doctor. I appreciate it." He commented before the other man could speak, lightly nodding his head in a modest show of respect. If they'd be working together for a time, he thought he should try and be friendly to the man at least.

He peered down with an inward sigh as more paperwork was slipped towards him, clicking his tongue lightly and beginning to scan briefly through it. He paused with an audible clearing of the throat as Isaac mentioned the previous tests, shaking his head. "No... well, it was a little. But this experiment's about male reproduction, like you said. So... I figured there'd be tests like that. Its fine." It was something of a lie; he expected to be given the classic cup and told to do his business in private, but he wasn't about to back out now, after making it so far.

He had guessed that he would be testing some experimental drug of some kind, and simply nodded in response. Not life-threatening or lethal; both good points to be told. "Sounds fine then." He stated, signing the bottom of the first sheet before flicking it over the view the second, met by a positive wall of small black text. He looked up at Isaac and listened to him speak of the money aspect of the tests, inwardly crying out with glee; $3000! That was more than he expected! "I'm not going to back out, Doctor. Don't worry." He said with a small smirk, again smoothly signing the second page before sliding it back to Isaac. "So do we get started right away?" He was anxious to get that money...

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Isaac gave a kind smile and took the papers in his hands. He straightened them on his desk before slipping them back into the folder from which they came and stood from his desk. "Yes. I wanted to have you come in to start testing as soon as possible. That was why my secretary was instructed to ask you the soonest you might be available," Isaac stepped around the desk and gestured to the door. "Please, if you'll follow me, we can go to the lab and begin right away," he said and walked to his office door to open it.

They were soon in the lab again, the same sterile environment and overbearing whites and stainless steels surrounding them both. Isaac gestured to the exam table once more where a fresh tray of tools had been set nearby. "Evan, if you'll please remove your clothes again like last time," he said and walked to the tray of tools. Isaac began to pull out a syringe from a sterile packet. "Have you masturbated or had an orgasm since we last talked?" He asked as he pulled a vial of liquid from the tray and began to fill the syringe to the appropriate amount, depressing the plunger to express any air bubbles in it.

When Evan had removed his clothes and sat on the exam table, Isaac set the filled syringe down and turned to the nude young man. "What I'm about to inject you with is an experimental compound. Its main effects are only gradually noticeable, but there are certain side effects you should know about. Erections occurring more frequently and lasting a longer duration, increased production of fluid from the glands in your body that are related to sex and ejaculation, heightened sensitivity to certain parts of your anatomy. You'll find your orgasms are much more powerful and you produce more semen under its effects. However, the main effect of the drug which I have studied and designed it for was to increase the fertility of human males. I should mention though, in rare cases, there are irreversible physical effects. You should not have to worry about them though," he said, reassuring the young man before swabbing an alcohol pad over one of his biceps.

Dr. Elliot took the syringe and brought it to Evan's arm. "The first of the symptoms, if any, that you feel will be heightened sensitivity because it passes from the blood to your nerves quickly," Isaac mentioned before plunging the needling into Evan's arm and emptying the contents of the syringe into him.

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Evan was much more at ease returning the second time, partially because he knew that his payment was secured upon completion of the tests, but also because he felt as though he'd been through the worst of what the doctor would do. Isaac had seen him naked, had seen him climax and even encouraged him to that point; there was little else to be embarrassed about. Evan was eager to get the experiments underway; to get the money at the end and as such he nodded with a small chuckle as Isaac expressed much the same desire. "Well I want to get it done quickly so I suppose we feel the same." He stretched slightly as he rose to his feet then, rolling his neck before he headed out of the office.

The lab was just as clean and sterile as he remembered it, and again he had to blink quickly to relieve his eyes of the shock of such bright white and silver. He glanced towards the doctor upon closing the door and nodded at the instruction to remove his clothing. It was still a little awkward, but he'd done it before and so made no fuss; simply tugging off his shirt, pants and underwear before folding them and placing them neatly on the side. He then sat on the examination table, his posture a great deal more relaxed than the first time he'd been in such a position. "Huh?" Evan blinked at the question, shaking his head. "No, you said not to; I've been good..." He joked lightly, tilting his head at the syringe filled with the experimental substance.

Of course he knew nothing of chemicals and listened closely as Isaac explained to him the effects. To Evan, it sounded rather like a wonder drug, enabling him to have better sex and finish with higher satisfaction. There were always side-effects, but it seemed worth it in his opinion. "Okay, that's fine." He stated with a nod, turning his arm openly and relaxing as Isaac moved closer with the needle; thankfully Evan wasn't squeamish about such things. "Long as I don't shrivel up I'm sure I'll be fine." He said lightly, his upper lips twitching slightly as the needle was pushed into his arm, forcing his body to remain still while the fluid was injected into his bloodstream.

"So I'm expecting to be more sensitive everywhere, or... just my co-penis?" He thought it best to use a better term with a doctor. For several moments he felt nothing at all, but then as Isaac had said, the beginnings of a gradual tingle began in his body, making him squirm slightly. "Mmm. Feeling something, doc... kind of strange. Not bad, though."

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After Isaac had injected Evan with the compound, he walked back to the tray and set the used syringe down to be sterilized later. He grabbed two of the blue latex gloves like he had used last time and slipped them onto his hands as they both waited for the first signs of the compound to take effect. As they waited, he answered Evan's question, watching his body for signs of the drug taking effect.

What he had not told Evan, and what he had kept as a rather obscure mention in his research was that the experimental compound also had a mental effect. The subject would slowly begin to build a craving for sex, more so than they usually did. The intent behind this was to improve fertility by sending the sex drive into overdrive. Coupled with the physical components, if the subject did not achieve orgasm routinely, various outcomes would be expected. In some instances, the subject may experience spontaneous orgasm as the body's response to flush it system. In other cases, the subject may simply show a non-committed orgasm with the body simply leaking semen slowly until a proper orgasm was achieved. If orgasm was not achieved, the mental craving would become so bad that the subject would seek nothing but relief until they achieved it. These were the observations that Isaac hoped to document.

"You should feel a heightened sensitivity throughout your body though your erogenous zones will show the most notable increase," he said as he walked over to Evan. His hand slowly reached down and wrapped around the young man's penis, pulling it upright and giving it a squeeze. "Does my touch feel different than before?" He asked, wanting to see just how sensitive the area had become. Isaac took his other hand and cupped Evan's balls. "Your testes will be the area where you feel the most sensitive, and perhaps may even ache at times," he said, rolling the two orbs in his hands.

"Within an hour, you should feel the full effects of the drug. Your penis is already hard though, so you may show the full effects sooner," he continued to explain. The mental component would come into play soon as well. Evan would soon be thinking about release if not already, and Isaac would not allow it. No. He would make the young man wait. He might even send him home without release until the next day... or even two days from then.

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He definitely felt hotter, if nothing else. Evan's cheeks flushed slightly as he continued to shuffle upon the examination table, unconsciously running his tongue across his lips before he swallowed thickly. Some degree of nerves had crept into his mind as he waited for the drug to be further absorbed into his system, trying to focus instead on what Isaac was saying; to avoid thinking to deeply on what was happening with his body. "R-Right... I... expected that..." He muttered with a small nod, toned muscle in his thigh tensing slightly as he fought the urge to rock his hips upward slightly, his cock remaining hard, hot as it rested against his stomach. That in itself was a sign that the drug worked; Evan wasn't into the company of other men and the fact that he maintained such a strong erection in the Doctor's presence was somewhat surprising in itself. Not that Evan said anything...

"Nngh..." A small grunt slipped between his lips as he closed his eyes with a slight shake of the head, a strange trickle of thought slipping into his head the longer he waited for Isaac's explanation to end. The urge to find relief was steadily growing within his mind, his hips twisting as if to seek out some pleasure to lessen the ache that had formed in his full sac. He expected his body to become more sensitive and eager owing to the nature of the drug, but he didn't think his mind would be affected... maybe he was simply needy after going for a few days without relieving himself? There was no reason why Isaac would lie or omit certain effects, after all. "Does feel... pretty sensitive, yeah..." He panted quietly, eyes opening to blink at the other man's gloved hands.

"Huh? Wait, why are---ah...!" He had been about to ask why it was necessary for the man to touch his body, only for his words to be interrupted with a sharp groan of pleasure, his body jerking upward slightly in response to the touch. The gloves didn't feel particularly nice over his heated skin, but the contact was enough to stir the mental lust that formed and he gritted his teeth, eyelids drooping slightly. "Fuck... y-yes... I can... feel that..." It was difficult to speak already, especially when the grip was added to his sac, fingers rolling heavy balls between them to a loud moan from Evan's lips, his head tipping back slightly.

He should have scolded himself for slipping so obviously; embarrassing himself in front of the Doctor and yet only the pleasure consumed his mind as his hips arched upwards slightly, a deep shudder running over his tones frame. "This... this feels... really good..." He admitted with a small groan, lifting his head to blinked across at the Doctor's face, biting his lower lip. "H-How long... will it l-last?"

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Isaac showed the signs of a small smile when the young man began to give in to the effects of the drug coursing its way through his veins. His body was already showing the signs of sexual arousal. His cock was impossibly hard in the doctor's hand, Isaac gave it a testing stroke as he answered the young man. "Given the dosage I have given you, I don't think you'll return to a normal state for another eight hours," Isaac said though he did not mention that the dosage he had given Evan was actually a less intense dosage than what he would recommend to his sponsors. The drug was being developed for the government for reasons Isaac had not been told, but he could predict that if the drug were turned into a weapon, and it seemed so many government research projects ended that way, it would severely cripple populations. On the other hand, if it were used as an intensive tool for reproduction, it could increase the population growth rate by several times that of which it is now.

His hands never left Evan's body, choosing to take advantage of his drug addled mind and aroused body. He'd soon be in so much need he wouldn't want to stop anything Isaac did at all. "I will give it several more minutes to build to full potency, then I will begin the first test," he said while stroking Evan slowly and rubbing his tender balls in his other hand. "You see, I not only checked your initial sample for genetic flaws and potential contaminants, but I also checked it's volume and sperm count. With the drug now enhancing your system, it is expected that you will produce a... bigger sample in both volume and count. I'm afraid it makes orgasms a bit more... pronounced in feeling though. The nervous system can become overloaded which unfortunately can have the effect of turning pleasure into pain," he explained.

Isaac waited several minutes while he continued to massage and manipulate Evan with his hands. The serum was proving all too effective as Evan's body began to produce copious amounts of clear fluid which the doctor rubbed over the boy's shaft. "I can already see that you have increased volume in your preseminal fluids. If your semen proves anything like this, you should be at least doubling in volume," he said. His voice had not changed the entire time he talked, remaining the rather cold, emotionless tone he always spoke in no matter the rather embarrassing situation.

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Evan was already panting hard through the intense pleasure that had coiled around the pit of his stomach, his hips writhing slightly upon the table with the effort it took not to simply buck upwards in desperate search for stimulation. He bit hard into his lower lip and groaned loudly, his head tilting back fully against the bed before Isaac told him just how long the effects were to last. "E-Eight... eight hours!?" He exclaimed, shaking his head quickly; he was sure he'd go insane if the pleasure didn't lessen in so long and his legs unconsciously spread wider as he felt the hand grip his cock firmly, stroking the sensitive shaft.

"A-Ahh! Oh, fuck..." He cursed, panting audibly into the echoing room as his hands clenched tightly. A thin sheen of sweat had begun to form across his well-toned figure to only highlight his physique and dark eyes were narrowed up at the ceiling in a wanton expression of lust he didn't wish to show the doctor. "Nngh... shit... f-feels so good..." He found the words slipping from his lips as Isaac continued to stroke his aching cock, copious amounts of precum already drippling from the slit as if to prove the doctor's promise of a much more potent climax. Evan could barely hear what was said over the pounding of his heart and he cried out sharply as his heavy sac was fondled, his hips finally rocking upward into the man's hand.

"D-Double? I-It's... it's so... powerful... I can't... I can't think..." He shook his head, cheeks flushed deeply with unnatural arousal as he looked down the table at the man who played him so well. "M-More... faster... fuck, I need to..." He didn't even realize how he begged for another man to touch him further, the drug overloading his mind's feelings and focusing entirely on the need to cum, his cock twitching within Isaac's fingers. "Ahhh... oh God... it's n-not enough... I w-want more... please..."

The final word had almost never been uttered before and yet the strength of the drug was clearly what Isaac had hoped for as Evan looked desperately down at him, moaning heatedly. "Please---fuck---m-make me cum..."

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Isaac smiled rather devilishly as Evan began to lose control of his rationality. His desire was taking over, and his body was responding to each and every touch the doctor played across his flesh. The young man even began to beg for more. It was precisely what Isaac was waiting for. He was susceptible to suggestion, and any attempt to rationalize what was happening would fail miserably. The doctor pulled his hands away from the boy's sweat coated and shaking body. He stood up straight between Evan's spread legs, one hand returning with a single finger to tease at the vulnerable entrance between the young man's fleshy rear cheeks.

"'Please fuck?' What is it you mean by that, Evan?" Isaac said, tracing his finger around the puckered flesh. "Did you want more? What more do you want? You'll have to be a bit more specific," Isaac said, wanting the young man to beg. He knew he'd be fucking him right there on the exam table, at least once. The serum was powerful, so he may have need to strap him down afterward to keep him still on the table and allow the drug to run its course.

Dr. Elliot pressed his finger against the flesh of Evan's entrance, pushing the digit in. If there was discomfort for the young man, it was masked by primal desire. "Tell me, Evan. What do you need? I'm here to help you in any way that you need," he said before wiggling his finger around until he found the tender spot inside where Evan's prostate was. He rubbed against it hard, making the young man's cock jump and drool even more.

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It was a physical effort on Evan's part to stop his hand moving downwards to frantically stroke his hardened cock; every impulse being to satisfy the burning need that the drug had instilled within his body. The rational thought that he was humiliating himself, that Isaac was another man never occurred to him; his mind had already all but shut down against the potent chemicals raging through his system and he groaned helplessly, his hands clenched into tight fists against the table. "Nngh! I-I can't... I feel l-like I'll explode i-if you don't let me cum..." He panted heavily, each syllable heavy with need as his hips rocked upward into the touch; more teasing than satisfying.

He felt the finger nudge at the tight opening between his cheeks and his breath hitched, lifting his head from the table to stare down his trembling frame at the doctor, the faintest sense of disapproval in his stare. There was no opportunity to protest however, as the instant the digit pressed through the wall of resistance and slid inside him, the floor of sensation against his nerves drew a loud moan from between his lips. It was before Isaac focused more intently on his prostate, and when the bundle of nerves was forcibly stimulated, Evan cried out sharply, his hips arching up and off the table. It felt so good; nothing before had even come close and he shook his head frantically, only then his mind realizing that the other man had spoken.

Fuck, he could barely speak at that point, let alone say anything of any sense. His body trembled with pleasure, beads of sweat running over flushed skin in a most pleasing manner as he tried to speak his thoughts. "N-Need.... need more... I... ahhh..." It was impossible and his inner resolve finally snapped as a hand slipped quickly down his body to wrap slender fingers around his shaft, moaning lustfully at the touch. Evan knew somewhere in his mind that he wasn't supposed to pleasure himself, but he simply couldn't help it and his hand moved quickly up and down; wanting to get the most out of the action before Isaac inevitably stopped it.

"Ahh! F-Fuck... so... good..." He groaned, barely realizing that his hips now rocked back and forth; arching into both his own hand and the finger that thrust deep inside his body.


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Lovel was an amazingly good doctor, even if he was a little strange; well, a lot strange. The number of deaths of people in his care was surprisingly low. Low enough to make him a very busy man, as he had patients coming in from practically everywhere; occasionally he was even asked to visit royalty or other such important people to aid them. His willingness to stay so near the front lines of the war was also seen as a peculiarity, but one people found far too valuable to complain about. After all, he kept them alive in their battle, so what was there to complain about?

He wasn't entirely surprised to see Lym on his table, the Elf was a good fighter, but even the best needed a little healing every once in a while. He smiled and waved away any that attempted offering assistance. Another of his quirks, he never seemed to have any help in his work, even with complicated surgeries, he simply closed the door and worked alone. People were not even allowed to watch, to be there for their loved ones as they were treated, but it was often a small price to pay to see them returned alive, even if not always in the state they had been before whatever had befallen them.

Lym's injuries were not difficult to treat, much of the Elf's natural healing aiding him as he worked, and it wasn't long before all there was left to do was to wait for him to wake. Patience and stillness, however, were not in Lovel's repertoire. After just a few minutes he had already had enough of that, and he decided to settle for simply checking in on his patient every few minutes. He slipped out of the room, not in the habit of locking doors aside from when people were attempting to force entrance into the room, and even then it was a simple lock that only worked on the inside.

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Battles between the surface and the abyssal fiends that lurked beneath the ground had raged for many years with neither side showing any major progress. It was a danger that affected all races and even the rather elusive elves had decided to venture into civilization and offer their services to the armies that braved the fierce foe. Lym was among the first to be slotted into the front lines, having built up trust with the more suspicious humans and dwarves in order to secure the respectable position at the head of a small troupe of soldiers. A small Captain in the grand scheme of things, but the young elf was determined to do his people proud and make a difference.

Minor injuries were common; small burns and cuts that were handled easily by the natural self-healing of his kind, but whenever more serious wounds were made he always gave instructions that he be taken to Dr. Lovel. The man was perhaps strange, but doubtlessly a genius in the medicinal practices and as such the elf was quick to speak his desire to be transferred to him in the moments before the blow to the head lured him to unconsciousness.

Brilliant green hair clung to his elegant features as he was placed upon the table, lids closed over what we're vibrant purple eyes and lips parted in heavy breaths. Pointed ears were typical of his race, though upon one resist an elegant piece of metalwork; a small measure of personal decoration he'd crafted himself. The wound was large but not life-threatening and the trickle of blood from the side of his head would soon be stopped and his body made stable. It wouldn't take long for him to awaken again, but apparently Lovel didn't wish to take the time to wait as Lym woke up alone.

"Mmn... mmm?" He groaned softly and slowly sat up, a hand lifting to brush against his head where the injury had been before he glanced around the room. He remembered the place and reached sideways for the white shirt hemorrhage been removed, slipping his arms into the long sleeves that reached the tips of his fingers and swiftly buttoning it up. Silver patterns and runes decorated the fabric and was the same upon gray leggings; the elegant elven designs signaling his status.

"H-Hello? Dr. Lovel?" He questioned frowning as an unpleasant headache settled over him, fingertips running over his forehead as he remained seated upon the table.

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There would be no response, as the doctor had found himself outside, tending the garden that contained a number of medicinal plants. It was always wise to have a fresh supply at hand in case anything ran out, after all. The door would be hanging slightly open, almost an invitation to step outside of it, though it would be difficult to find one's way through Lovel's house, even if Lym had been in a better state whenever he was taken to that back room. All but one of the doors lay closed, and nothing hinted towards what any of them contained.

Should Lym enter any of the closed rooms, he would likely become more and more unnerved by his findings. Most of the rooms looked normal enough, but if you happened to look a little deeper, you would see things out of place, books that looked of suspicious origin, deep red symbols placed in corners and mostly out of sight recesses that were almost undoubtedly written in blood.

Finally, the one open door, the only other in the house that had a lock; though for some reason it hung ajar, as if perhaps someone had entered and not locked it behind them. All that could be seen from the doorway, however, as a set of stairs, and if Lym called out, there would be no answer from beneath. The room lay empty of life, however it was more than full of things that would set the Elf on edge. There would be no doubt of it, after looking inside, that Lovel had some connection with the very creatures that Lym fought to defeat. A large symbol, similar to the ones that could barely be seen in other rooms, was engraved on the center of the floor, and at one wall there stood an elaborate altar.

At the top of the staircase, Lovel stood waiting, he had returned to find that his patient had gone wandering. It was a shame, Lym was such a good captain, and explaining his disappearance would be difficult. But the deaths of his patients weren't completely unheard of.

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Lym sighed heavily and slipped from the table, his feet unsteady for a moment as he closed his eyes to regain his balance and composure. A glance down to his side told him his blade had been removed from his hip; likely placed in his quarters back at the barracks, and while there was nothing strange about that, he did miss the weight of it as he walked quietly towards the door, pushing it open and glancing around. There was always the innate magic to call upon if anything happened. Not Lym's strongest suit but it would have to do... not that he was expecting anything; this was Lovel after all.

He looked briefly in several doors that were ajar, trying to find the elusive doctor before he come to what seemed to be the dining room and he sighed, walking to a chair and sitting down to ease the ache in his head from the brief walk. It was then his keen gaze caught sight of a small circular symbol under the table and he frowned, leaning down to look. It was small, but there was no doubt as to its demonic nature and Lym felt his stomach clench as he rose again to his feet.

He didn't wish to jump to conclusions; treachery was among the worst crimes one could commit and so he went in search of other marks, finding the small symbol in almost every room in some tucked away place. "Unbelievable..." He murmured softly, wishing more than ever he had his blade as he peered down the stairs after the unlocked door, frowning deeply and slowly descending; cautious in his advance. The room seemed to be an alter room, perhaps even for sacrifices and Lym's eyes widened at the large symbol that decorated the middle of the floor. There was no doubt now...

The elf turned and began to hurry back up the stairs, intending to leave and inform his superiors about the discovery only to find Lovel himself blocking the way. Violet eyes narrowed and a hand reached automatically for a blade that wasn't there, the other clenching and clenching slowly, droplets of water hovering about his fingertips. "Doctor... if you let me by; if you come quietly... I am sure you would be given leniency, given your position..."

His heart shudder in his chest; a sinking feeling he wouldn't be released. "Step aside, please." He said firmly, taking another step forward.

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There was a gentle and somehow sad looking smile on his face, a rather strange sight compared to his usual, almost manic expressions. He remained silent as Lym spoke, not moving as the elf stepped forward. His eyes remained locked on the elf's face, staring deeply, as if looking into him. "I like you, Lym, I would let you go if I could." It seemed to be genuine, though it would be understandably difficult to believe given what the elf had already seen. "If it's any consolation, my dear, you don't have to die, not today."

Blood dripped slowly from one of Lovel's hands, and in the other he held the knife he had used to cut himself. It would be easily recognizable as of demonic origin, though many of the foes that Lym fought had little use for blades when their own bodies were far more efficient. He took a slow step forward, wondering when Lym would break his hesitance and attack. Some of the manic energy was returning to his expression, and his smile was becoming a sickeningly excited grin. "My Master promised you to me." He let loose a tittering giggle, the fingers of his wounded hand twitching idly. "Won't that be fun?"

It seemed he wouldn't be the first to act, but it was obvious already that Lym was not going to walk away from this without a fight. Lovel's body was tense, ready to move at a moment's notice, and the wound he had created in his hand was obviously to serve some purpose. It was, in fact, a small sacrifice for his 'Master'. All manner of benefits came to those willing to pay such a price, such as a little magic of his own, though it was far darker than that which Lym wielded. Behind Lym, the symbol carved into the floor was beginning to glow, casting a sickly red light throughout the room. The presence of something powerful and malevolent was quickly becoming clear, Lovel's Master was watching, and it was something with far more power than the peons Lym spent his life battling.

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Lym didn't want to believe the truth that stared him in the face as his gaze flicked from the doctor's features down to the hand that dripped a slow but steady trickle of blood to the steps upon which they stood. Lovel had always been strange, eccentric, but the man had been a constant help over the many years the elf had been in the army. It hurt to realize that he knew nothing of the demonic alliances the man possessed and he swallowed audibly at the comment of letting him go. "If you wanted to release me you could... we with know you won't..."

His voice was quiet, regretful and the drops of water grew in number about his fingertips, magical energies slowly gathering themselves about the elf as Lovel stepped forward, his slender frame tensing in anticipation of an attack. None came however, though the twisted smile upon the man's face and words of his supposed Master were unsettling enough that Lym took a sight step back down the stairs, glancing back towards the symbol upon the floor that had begun to glow an eerie crimson light, the color reflecting from beautiful violent eyes.

"Lovel... you have been a good doctor for years. I can only hope that some... diabolical influence has brought you to this, but I can't let you keep me here..." Lym frowned and clenched his fist, the water hardening to a coat of ice about the knuckle that was brought quickly forward in a firm strike towards the man's chest; meant to stagger, not kill if it struck true. "Forgive me...!"

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"I really can't, Lym." If he betrayed his Master, an almost incomprehensible thought in any case, he would be killed. Or even worse, he would be left to live alone, undoubtedly rotting in some jail until they decided to execute him for his crimes. No, Lym would not leave without killing him first. It seemed, however, that the elf wasn't intending to kill him, not just yet; it was a grave mistake.

Lovel made no attempt to dodge the strike; all he did was to brace himself for the oncoming hit. It landed squarely on his chest, and he barely shifted in response. The only real movement was so fast it was difficult to see coming. The wounded hand clasped firmly around Lym's wrist, gripping with a strength that was obviously not his own. His eyes didn't leave the elf's, continuing to stare into him.

A moment later, not allowing the elf time to recover, he pushed forward, intending to send Lym flying down the stairs. Again there was a super human strength about him, and if Lym lost his balance it would not be a light trip, he would likely be sent crashing down to the floor in a heap.

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The elf's eyes widened in disbelief as his frosted strike was simply caught by the bleeding palm. The sheet of ice rippled, as if put under immense pressure beneath the doctor's thin fingers before it cracked and fell from Lym's hand in a small glittering shower. "How...? Lovel, what have you done!?" His eyes raised from the immovable grip upon his fist to the man's somewhat deranged gaze that seemed transfixed upon his slender features in an almost obsessive stare. Certainly the elf had no desire to be so close and his other hand clenched tightly, the same glimmer of frost coating his fingers as he flung a second strike.

"Let me go!" He was granted his wish, but not in the manner he wished as abruptly Lovel pushed him forward with strength far beyond that of any mortal; of any common demon Lym had encountered in battle , to send his slender frame back from the steps below, his feet slipping under the force of the throw as he fell down the stairs. It wasn't a simple drop to those below either; he flew backwards down the full length with a sharp Ceylon of surprise only to land with a pained gasp on the unyielding floor below, a jarring pain effectively immobilizing as he landed on his back.

The air rushed from his lungs and he coughed heavily, groaning in pain and barely managing to roll onto his side and wrap an arm around his stomach as he struggled to even drag himself to his knees. He felt a dampness on his shoulder and knew he was bleeding from the impact and his eyes narrowed with blurred sight up the stairs at the other man. "Lovel... stop this now...! What are you doing...?!"

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Lovel giggled as he watched Lym fall, finding himself almost enraptured by the sight. Slow steps descended down to the basement as Lovel followed the elf down, though in a much more upright manner. There was no rush, Lym was barely even able to get onto his knees. The sight of the elf's blood sent a warm thrill through his body, and a hint of lust entered his expression, hinting to what was to come. By the time he reached the bottom, Lym was speaking again, and nearly onto his knees.

He merely laughed in response to the words, the sound manic; and a moment later he delivered a swift kick to Lym's side, sending him sprawling once more. He crouched and gripped the elf's wrists, dragging him steadily into the center of the symbol. "This isn't going to be pleasant." He laughed again, kneeling at the elf's side and quickly bringing his knife down to dig straight through the flesh of Lym's hand. A moment later, he ripped it out and placed his own wounded hand over the opened flesh. A sort of numbness would begin to spread through Lym's body from this point, and he would feel the power draining out of him.

Lovel proceeded to do the same thing to the other hand, then moved both of the elf's arms above his head. Thin, but incredibly strong chains seemed to rise out of the floor, wrapping around Lym's wrists and keeping them there. After this, he settled himself beside elf, looking down at him silently for a moment before leaning down, pulling fabric out of the way so he could tenderly lick along the shoulder that had been wounded in the fall. Lym's blood was delicious. Lovel gave a soft, low moan, almost crooning as he lapped it all up. Once it was gone, he pulled back to look at his 'patient' once more. "You wouldn't believe how long I've wanted to do that."

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Elves were made to be quick and nimble; to avoid such hard blows rather than recover from them. Lym's body heaved as he struggled to try and bring himself to trembling feet, feeling the healing prowess steadily filter through his body and giving him much-needed strength again; he just needed a little more time to gather himself as he glared upward at the doctor through emerald hair, gritting his teeth through the dull ache in his back and shoulder. "Stop... get away from me, Lovel!"

His eyes widened as the swift kick was aimed to his side, managing to place his forearm in the way to soak most of the force. Even so it sent him firmly back to the floor with a sharp gasp as the unnatural strength cursed through the man's veins and he struggled weakly at the grip to his wrists that tugged him towards the center of the glowing symbol, the abyssal energies lapping at his body. "Nngh... don't...!" His breath hitched as the blade was dragged over his palm, blood mixing and polluting his body to almost instantly drain his energy.

Lym couldn't feel his hands, his arms; the numbness spread slowly but surely and he felt his healing suppressed as the chains snaked upward from the floor to ensnare his wrists high above his head, his lithe frame stretched over the symbol that cast eerie light over pale skin. "Why...? You are... a good doctor; I don't understand..." There was hurt in his eyes and he flinched as his shirt was peeled back to expose the bloodied cut, shuddering in some revulsion at the touch of tongue running over the fluid there. "Y-You are a monster... kill me and be done with it! I... I won't be your pawn in whatever game you're planning..."

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Now that all the action was over, the tension began to bleed out of the doctor, and he took a few moments to simply observe his captive. He looked into Lym's eyes, noting the betrayal and hurt there, not only in his eyes but also in his voice. Some of the mania left his expression as he thought, some of that sadness entering once again, making him look almost human. "It's not as bad as you think it is, you know." He gently reached out, stroking Lym's hair with a light, tender touch. This only went on for a moment before he gave a light sigh, standing and heading back up the stairs.

When he returned, he had some of his medical equipment with him, and he went back to Lym's side. He began treating the elf's wounds, as the dark magic that kept Lym weak had also slowed his healing. It was still faster than that of a human, but Lovel was restless, for the moment finding himself needing something to do. He began to hum as he worked, something he often did while he treated his patients, and aside from the surroundings, one could think nothing had changed.

Once he was done with this, he worked on his own hand, the stitches a common and before unexplained occurrence on his skin. His body was covered with scars in various stages of healing, though the only ones seen were those on his arms and face. He'd never spoken of them before, another of his peculiarities. Most just thought he was clumsy in some manner, prone to perhaps falling over. The truth, of course, was something else entirely.

His hands finally fell still, and he looked once more to his captive. Mixed emotions ran across his face, leaving him looking confused. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted. Parts of him craved to have Lym like him, to want all the things that ran through his head, but he was quickly coming to realize the elf wasn't going to give him that. And so the certainty that he should just do the things was steadily taking over his mind.

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Lym closed his eyes against the almost saddened expression upon the doctor's features, a deep frown upon his delicate features. How the man had the audacity to feel sorry for himself whilst worshipping the demonic beings the surface world was fighting was beyond him, and he certainly was interested in nothing Lovel had to say. "You have betrayed everyone... every soul upon this plane... you would help demons infest the world, and you claim it isn't bad?" He opened his eyes again, their depths ablaze with violet fire as they narrowed into fine slits, watching through strands of emerald hair as the man sighed and made his way up the stairs to leave him briefly alone. The abyssal energy was unpleasant; a clawing at the back of his mind that refused to go away and bound as he was, with the numbing sensation over his body, he knew he couldn't move from the symbol upon the floor...

The elf remained stoically silent even as Lovel returned with the medical equipment he recognized from the many times he'd needed the doctor's services. It was so strange to be tended to in the same manner as had been usual, in a situation that was so very unusual. Of all the people he knew, he never expected Lovel to be in league with demons and as the silence stretched between them, Lym couldn't suppress the burning question that lingered within his mind. "Why...?" He voiced quietly, glancing sideways to the man as he began to work on his palm.

"You... you are a doctor; you help people, you see the injuries demons cause... why do you help them?" He didn't understand, wasn't sure he wanted to and he swallowed thickly as Lovel finished up his work to turn and look down at him. There was something intense in that somewhat insane gaze, and he tugged weakly upon the chains above his head despite hardly being able to move at all, the metal clinking softly upon the floor.

"What will you do now? Am I to be a captive? I'm nothing more than a Captain; you'll get nothing for holding me... but you claim you have no intention to kill me... what do you want then? What are you planning?" It was difficult to speak with the numbing effects steadily settling upon his body and he shook his head ever so slightly, struggling in vain to summon up magical energies; flickers of water emerging around his fingers before falling uselessly to the glowing ground.

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Lovel's forehead creased into a frown as he listened to Lym's words, and he shook his head lightly. "You don't understand." He wondered vaguely if the elf would even believe him if he told. It was unlikely, and even if he did, Lovel was sure it wouldn't excuse him in the man's eyes. He was in league with a demon, after all, and all motives and actions were null after that fact. He sighed, casting his eyes downwards and noticing the flickers of water. He looked back up to Lym's face, his eyes disapproving. "You'll just exhaust yourself doing that, Lym."

It seemed he was about to speak more, but he froze just as he opened his mouth, sitting there tense, focused, obviously listening to something that Lym could not hear. "I need a body..." The symbol beneath Lym pulsed lightly, and a whisper of demonic words rang throughout the room. They would be unintelligible to the elf, but Lovel obviously understood. A deep shudder ran through his body and a wide, content smile appeared on his face. He responded in the same tongue, the words alien coming from his mouth. A moment later his attention was on the captive elf once more.

"You'll have to come with me, Lym," he gave a soft hum, "it probably won't be pleasant." He shifted, taking up the knife once more. It sliced easily through his palm, and he pressed the bleeding wound against the symbol. The world would begin to fade away, going black, before dim, red light would begin to filter in. They were in the middle of a large hall, lit only by numerous fires around the walls. They appeared to be alone, though there was a sense of a presence, the same that the symbol had given off earlier. Lym obviously felt at home in this place, the tension had bled out of him and there was a peaceful smile upon his face.

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Lym frowned deeply and shook his head, biting down hard on his lower lip as his efforts to free himself were merely scoffed at in such a disapproving tone. "Would you have me simply... lay here and await whatever diabolical purpose you have in mind for me? I'll not be another... another meal for the beasts you consort with!" He was strong and firm in his convictions not to give in, however hopeless it might have been and he glanced around sharply as the atmosphere grew heavy and Lovel tensed in concentration.

As the demonic language echoed through the room, the young elf shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut against the words that seemed to echo through his very soul. It was a powerful tongue to speak, and he opened his yes slightly to glare at the once good doctor as he replied to whatever creature spoke to him through the symbol. "What?" Lym gritted his teeth and tugged more firmly at the bonds holding him to the floor as the man cut his palm once again and spoke of their going to whatever hellish place the man had planned.

"N-No! Stop! Let me go!" He gasped sharply as the symbol turned black, his stomach lurching unpleasantly as he felt his body shift into another place and he trembled upon the floor once he found himself in the flame-lit hall. The air seemed heavy, and he couldn't seem to focus through the haze as he looked weakly upward st Lovel, his heart huddling wildly against his chest. "Why... have you brought me here?" He asked through trembling breath. "If you want me dead do the deed yourself, coward!"