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Chase's demeanor turned from one of terror and nervous, to the quite opposite. One should be by all means running for the hills for the situation he found himself in. But nevertheless there he stood, aroused more so than he could ever recall in his life. His unfaithful wife squirming away for her life in vein as prey inside a much more powerful species big belly. His eyes widened with her threats of his demise, knowing full well if that had been her intention, it would have already happened. He stroked his throbbing impressive member proudly to his full guest. "Well if you ate me who is going to find you the best most fill meals for your greedy belly?" He grinned anxiously guiding his huge cock to the contorting dome.

He guided it gracefully across the stretches some, lightly slapping it against the digesting surface playfully like a drum. He smile warmly hearing of the pleasure his poor Megan was providing form the inside. He shook his head as she joked about devouring his cock. "No my queen, just ease your throat and move your mouth back and forth, and a nice sweet and salty treat will erupt down into your full belly..." he grinned guiding his shaft and swollen head up to the predators lips teasingly, very anxious for release.

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Amethyst looked at him as he spoke about eating him. "I never said eat your body I meant that... thing you are pointing at me." She knew darn well what was happening, he was infatuated with the power she held. She looked at him and smiled as he slapped it against her belly.

"You hear that Megan, turns out I lied." She snickered slightly as she grasped his cock in her mouth quickly and took it in. Sucking softly and twirling her tongue where she couldn't reach it in her mouth. Her alien side came through when engulfing him, deepthroating him with ease as she licked him softly before letting go and bobbing her head again. Her eyes glanced over at him and they were eager for more.

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Chase gasped aloud as the wet maw of Amethyst wrapped her plump lips around the swollen head of his cock. Have just devoured his wife entirely, his cock was easy work despite how big he was. Rapidly her hungry mouth took every inch of him, causing her throat to swell slightly as she looked up to him. His hips and legs quivered as he slowly maneuvered himself to straddle overtop of her immensely meat filled belly. His legs Barry touched the floor sitting atop the huge globe as he hoped this wasn't causing discomfort for Amethyst as she had a complete mouthful of his cock.

"Holy... holy shit Amethyst..." he moaned gently grasping the back of her head for support softly as she bobbed up and down his thick veiny shaft. He body rising and falling slightly sitting atop her big belly as it was hard at work digesting poor Megan, all the while the last thing she'd feel soon would be the shower of his warm huge cum load finishing her off as Amethyst's belly took her, turning her to nutrients for the aliens beautiful sexy curves.

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Amethyst continued to hold him in her mouth. The way he bucked his hips and straddled only caused her to moan slightly. She continued to suck and bob her head when she thought he needed more stimulation. Opening her mouth she took his cock in and his balls. Sucking on them slightly and wrapping her tongue in a snake's rotation around his cock.

Her alien abilities were enough to make her own species gain pleasure from all of their accounts of pleasure. Glancing over at him she watched as he seemed to be enjoying. She hoped he would cum soon, instead of speaking she thought she would use her ability to tell him exactly what she was thinking.

"Cum, let your wife get her final gift, she is physically slipping. Let her taste you one last time."

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It was as if Amethyst knew exactly what Chase was wanting, and what exactly was the quickest way to the prize lurking within his insanely heavy cum filled balls. Perhaps she did indeed. Chase was completely lost in euphoric pleasure as her snake like maw slide up and down the vast expanse of his shaft in the most graceful motion. He traced his hands downward and into her plump cleavage as her digesting belly sloshed and contorting like a huge stretched water bed below his waist. He hoped her stomach would stay huge at least for a few hours so he could enjoy a post orgasm belly rub.

He hands clutched her big breasts, feeling her very human like comparison bare against his strong grip. His eyes widened and he braced up against her shoulders, not expecting his huge balls to be slurped up into her mouth to join his already alive soaked. "Oh fuuuuuck Amethyst..." he trailed off his eyes almost glazing over. Suddenly he could hear something in his mind. Cum let your wife get her final gift he heard, knowing it was her speaking directly into his mind somehow without using actual words. This caused his balls to tense, her tongue ravishing the full orbs. It was all over, and Chase couldn't contain himself any longer.

Like a knee jerk reaction his entire muscular body flexed. His hands grasped the back of Amethyst's head out of natural reaction as his cock exploded. "Fuuuuuuuuck!!!" He exclaimed as his cum load erupting forth from the swollen head of him, flooding wave after wave of thick warm cum into the aliens stretched throat. Instinctively he reached one hand down to press on the side of her belly. Almost praying and hoping his huge deposit would make a noticeable growth in the already impossibly swelled dome.

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Amethyst moaned as she felt him clutching her breasts. She eagerly sucked him and continued to while he looked at her. She assumed he got his message, knowing humans were feeble and less then her species on Orgen. They seemed to have trouble communicating beyond words, limited in speech and motor capabilities.

She watched as he began to tremble the feeling of his grasp as he came into her mouth and down her stomach. She hoped that Megan got her final gift as part of the living and moaned once she finished, slowly releasing his balls and slowly pulling back from his cock, lapping him up.

She then went and kissed his cock a few times before leaving a small nip on his belly button. "Fuck, you do good work. More of a salty thing than a dessert in my opinion. But you are doing a good job." She said as she patted his side. "Well then darling. Mama needs to relax." She said looking down at her belly noticing the extension of hands fighting yet, hanging on for dear life as her lower body was starting to be engulfed.

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Chase breathed heavily as he felt the last of his cum enter deep down into her insatiable belly. Looking down as she slowly released him chuckling softly at the salty taste. "Mmm I'm sorry my queen, guess I need more fruit in my diet." He grinned slowly sliding down off her titanic gut and sitting up on the kitchen floor, still admiring the spectacle that was before him. He had never cum so much, nor been so turned on in all his life as he was seeing the post meal show that Amethyst was displaying for him.

The groans and glorps were getting louder, signaling Megan's digestion was in full gear as Chase looked on. Mama needs to relax he nodded as the sultry words slowly left the predators mouth. "Mmmm yes of course my queen... can I help you to the bedroom... surely you'd be more comfortable there to finish your... meal." Chase chuckled, still getting used to referring to his all but gone wife as food.

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Amethyst looked up at Chase. "I could move but I'm fine right here, I have to be. It's a bit of a big meal, I appreciate it. Your wife indeed is very tasty. As was your 'dessert.'" She complimented as she spread her legs. Her eyes wide as she leaned her head back. "Do you enjoy the way I look, you seem infatuated with it. Does it interest you that you couldn't wrap your arms around me? Does it interest you more that your wife is paying for her crimes, by being my meal?"

She looked at him again as he mentioned her being a queen. "No worries also, I was just telling you what you tasted like. I could go in detail about how your wife sits inside me. Her legs gone now slowly devoured as just her upper torso is still available, how your seed splashed her in the face, probably having to taste it too."


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Katharine looked at the girl and laughed slightly. "Hmm... does that mean even if I went a little lower and under these pants? Don't want me to eat you there, either?" She asked before seeing the girl flinch at the clamp. "I am preparing you. Things are permanent around here, I do my best to make sure everyone knows their place. Ask my brother where he is today? Even Superiors, that give birth to men, they know their place."

She then watched as the girl quickly stepped away and ran to the window. Her bird moved closer and began flapping its painted-colored wings and looked at the girl. Squawking away a tune. "Anais. Come now. I want us to get along." She got up and walked over to the girl. Gently grabbing her shoulders and pulling her in a different direction and back to the bed. She grabbed the rope tying it around her arms, twice around before going once in the middle and wrapping it to the headboard.

"Anais, this can be very simple. Every Superior needs someone like you. A female with beautiful dark skin. They become mates in a way. Much more important than all the rest. If you don't properly mate with me and do as we do... well then you are killed and become part of skull territory. Out there I can't help you. Here, I run these animals." She reached over to grab her needle and with the clamp, pulled on the skin and stabbed it through.

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Anais jerked away from the large bird as it flapped and squawked at her. The gentle hands on her shoulder were still strong as she was pulled up and brought back to the bed. "I don't want to get along like this!" She cried out, fighting to no avail as she was ceremoniously dumped on the bed. The appearance of the rope made her fight even more, attempting to lash out her arms and get away but she was pinned and bound.

"I don't care what your tradition or whatever is! I want no part of it!" Anais screamed over the woman until she made out what was said. So, she'd be killed if she didn't comply? "But... I don't want this..." She whispered, Her arms finally being tied up as she calmed down.

Lost in her own thoughts for a moment as she stayed still, she didn't register the piercing process until the needle went through her skin. "Ouch! Damn it I said I didn't want this!" Tears started pricking her eyes as she began to cry from the pain.

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Katharine looked at the struggling girl and noticed how she screamed. "Hush now, darling. I don't want to gag you. That's more for fun ways and you make this all so mean and cruel, so I have to be tense with you." She replied grabbing the purple and white jewel-like broach for her belly button. She forced its needle through the new hole and tightened it together. Watching how it looked like an upside down V. Sparkling in the sun, which the girl would be wearing very little clothing from thus forward.

"I know you don't, no one ever does. Until they see how good it can feel. In a lighter dose, the drug we gave you gives a sense of euphoria, and I am not against using it again before the next full moon. If it means you will comply. But I hope by then you will not resist me as much." She then attached a silver chain as it wrapped around her midsection. She ran her fingers along her belly. "Your dark skin is so perfect, not as black as the night sky, but not as white as mine." Sadly hers was a tale that many white people in her tribe faced. "The blonde, blue eyes and yours is all so perfect." She reached out touching her face. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

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Anais narrowed her eyes into a glare at Katharine at being told to quiet down. "How do you expect me to be quiet when this hurts so much!" She growled out, flinching when it was removed and the permanent jewelry was fixed to the now tender skin of her belly button. Glancing down to look at it though, she couldn't deny that it was a pretty piece of jewelry, still, this was all too much. And now that her hands were up, she couldn't cover her bare chest now, at least her shorts were still on.

The threat of being drugged made her frown, she didn't want to be in an altered state of mind. "I'd rather not... but I don't want to be forced to do anything I want either." Anais knew though that wouldn't really be an option for her. Given the way she's been man-handled made it clear enough.

She gasped as a finger was trailed along her stomach and her skin was essentially complimented. Her body grew warm at that but she stayed stubbornly silent.

The silence would have continued if that question wasn't asked. Look to the side, her arms tugging against the rope, she gave a small nod. "Yes." Anais had been looking for water before she was taken, and now the mentioning of it made it clear how thirsty she truly was.

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Katharine looked at the sweet thing, running her hands along her face. "I hope not to force you either, I want you to willingly drop to your knees, to know your place. Now of course, a woman from the outside world the more time goes on the harder it is to break your spirits. But I am used to giving pain to people. The same will just work with you. Before long you will want to be here willingly. Here you are higher then a cum bucket. You are more worthy especially since you are the mate of a Superior."

She looked at her with a smile. "I will get you some then." She leaned over and kissed her forehead. She then walked away going to the kitchen and grabbing some water from the bucket. She walked it over to her in a cup that was still part of the ancient ways, cut from a tree native to their land.

It was brought over to the little table as she began to untie her hands. "I locked all the doors and windows prior to your arrival. I wouldn't try to escape. Here is some water." She then handed her the cup.

"The jewelry is the sign of your status. I would hate if they took you and put you with the other subs. Gosh, it's just nuts out there, any lander comes they all suffer. Some of the other women can make such awful mates, it's just quite sad. Well Anais, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. I am Katharine, the Superior of sikashwele clan."

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Anais's face flushed as her face was caressed, the idea of dropping to her knees and being subservient to this woman wasn't really appealing, especially if forced. The threat of pain though was a decently frightening proposition. Katharine followed through with tying her up, not to mention piercing her skin so easily. The thought of what punishments were to come wasn't ideal.

Then again, it seemed like she almost desperately wanted to keep her here for her own use. She may end up submitting eventually as Anais would rather not die, but she won't make it easy. The kiss to her forehead made her stiffen as the woman went to retrieve some water.

"I'm higher... than a cum bucket? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asked, not liking the idea at all once the woman came back with water. Thankfully her hands were untied and she eagerly began to drink the water as she listened to her lack of escape options. And given how many people this woman controlled, made it unlikely she'd be able to convince anyone.

"They suffer?" Anais imagined they fought whatever happened to them, and they got the short end of the stick of being... disposable. She apparently was not, or this woman had some incredible patience. After being introduced, she looked at the woman warily. "Are you the only one that's a... Superior? Are there other clans?" And, to add a bit more, she asked, "What is expected of me with you? Specifically." Katharine has mentioned being a 'mate' and 'intimate', but she wasn't certain what that all truly entails.


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23 year old Victoria seemed to be the first of her coworkers to arrive. She had changed into a revealing bikini on the flight, seriously looking forward to this trip. Her boss wasn't usually so kind, especially to pay for all of his staff to join him on a private island for a week long vacation. She couldn't help but explore the island. Every part of it left her in awe. It was so beautiful, she loved the white sand beaches. The whole place looked like an upscale resort, and admittedly, it wasn't exactly somewhere she could have afforded to stay in. Victoria was turned into a vampire only a year prior, and thankfully, for now, she hadn't had to run from her job or friends, or even her fiance. She would never age past 23, but for now, she could stay around doing her favorite things. Eventually, when someone noticed she wasn't aging while they were, Victoria would have to start moving to new places, sticking around until people noticed again.

When she arrived in the front door of the resort, someone asked what she wanted to drink. Victoria ordered a sex on the beach, if only because it felt like the right way to start out this vacation, and was soon handed it. She got to the front desk, drink in hand and went to check in. She sipped on it happily as the person behind the counter gave her a key and told her where her room would be. On the walk over, Victoria kept her eyes out, looking for any of her coworkers. She had a few friends at work she couldn't wait to spend time with, but so far, it felt like she was completely and totally alone aside from the staff.

Her boss had left a note for her, claiming the others were on their way shortly. Victoria went to her room and set down her luggage before staring at the gorgeous room. It almost looked like it was made especially for her. She didn't even unpack before Victoria headed back out, holding on to her drink as she went to the beach side of the resort and ordered a mimosa before laying down on a chair near the beach. For now, Victoria was going to just... relax. Her friends would be here soon enough, and Victoria had needed this vacation. Being her bosses personal assistant, Victoria often found herself overworked.

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The day had finally come. After months of planning, specifically finding the sort of staff he required to care for things on the island while simultaneously keeping their thoughts to themselves, the day of his perfectly concocted "staff vacation" was finally upon him. Milord arrived on the island early, taking care to re-vet his staff, before leaving a note for his assistant at the front desk, claiming her co-workers would be joining them shortly. This was, of course, a terrible lie.

The vacation was a ruse, one that would finally allow Milord the time he needed alone with the only woman he could think about, the young woman that joined his company a few short years ago as an intern. He took an immediate interest in her the moment he laid eyes on her, from her long dark hair to the curve of her body, but she constantly, consistently, refused his casual advances. He offered her drinks, dinner, movies, concert tickets---everything!---and yet she always turned away, finding excuses to leave his presence or keep the moment professional. Not anymore.

Milord watched from the security cameras as she entered the building, a drink already in hand, accepting her key and the note without a clue. She was wearing a bikini, the most revealing thing he had ever seen, and it hugged her body perfectly. He watched her walk, admiring the way the fabric moved with her curves, as she made her way through the building; once to put her things in her room, and again to the beach.

After she exited the building, Milord left the security office and followed her to the beach, wearing a pair of black board shorts. He approached her with a bold smile, pushing the sunglasses from his face onto the top of his head.

"Good afternoon, Victoria," he purred, looking down at her. "What do you think of this place?"

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The only thing that Victoria noticed while she was relaxing, was that for some reason, she didn't have any cell reception. She had promised her fiance she would call daily, but at this rate, she was going to have to just explain the situation once she got back home. Her fiance was her dream guy in every way, to the point where they had been talking about changing him once they were married, so they could have eternity together. It was bliss, and she would have brought him on this trip with her, but Milord had insisted it was only for his employees, not their families. It was fine, her wedding was coming up in just a few months, and Milord had already approved her two weeks off for her wedding and honeymoon.

So far, no one was showing up, but in the meantime, the staff at this resort were very attentive to her. Before she even finished her first mimosa, they had returned with a second one. Victoria was glad her tolerance was high, it would be very awkward to get drunk and make a fool of herself in front of all of her coworkers. Most of them were already jealous of her because she went from being an intern to Milord's personal assistant. It was weird that she jumped so high to the top so quickly, but obviously, Milord saw something in her, that she could be one of the best.

Victoria opened her eyes when a shadow blocked her sun, only to see her boss standing near her wearing only board shorts. She raised an eyebrow, partially out of shock that this was happening, but also because... she hadn't ever seen him like this. Milord's body was... not what she would have expected. He had quite the chiseled chest, and actually, he was kind of hot. Not that she was going to say that, especially knowing how hard Milord tried to get her to at least go on one date with him over the years. "Oh, hi boss." Victoria finally said with a smile up at him. "It's really relaxing, and this place is beautiful."

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"I'm glad you like it." Milord looked out into the ocean for a moment, contemplating the best way to go about what he had planned. It seemed rather simple on paper but now, with her so close and her body on such extreme display, Milord almost couldn't control himself. He took a long breath, just looking at the ocean, before resettling his gaze on her.

"I had them make a special drink for the vacation," he said, his eyes bright with what could only be construed as excitement. "I'd like you to try it, if you don't mind. I'm thinking of selling the recipe, if it's as good as I think it is." Milord waved over one of the attendants and requested his new drink by name, the woman smiling with as much sincerity as he did. Less than a minute later, the woman returned with a pink drink in a mucho glass, a soft orange umbrella peeking out over the rim on one side and a sliced orange hanging on the other side. Milord took the glass, thanked the woman, and presented the drink to his assistant.

"Make sure to tell me what you think," he said after handing the glass over. "In the meantime, I have to set up a few things for tonight. I think the staff could use some team-building." He brought the sunglasses back down over his eyes and walked away, leaving her with the drink and the absence of his shadow on what was shaping up to be a gloriously sunny afternoon.

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Victoria smiled as she heard Milord. He seemed very sweet, and it definitely felt like this was something he wanted to do for his employees, even though Victoria had yet to see anyone else. It was early though, maybe she had just taken the first flight and the others would be arriving throughout the afternoon. Victoria raised an eyebrow as she listened to Milord explain he had a special drink made that he wanted her to try. "Okay!" Victoria said, taking the drink from his hand with her left hand, her engagement ring clinking against the glass. "I will." Victoria agreed. Victoria liked to drink, as if that weren't obvious from the fact that she'd probably only been at this resort for maybe 45 minutes and she'd had a sex on the beach, and 2 full mimosas already. Besides, aside from Milord's attempts to get her to go on a date with him, Victoria had never been given a reason not to trust him.

"That's a wonderful idea!" Victoria said happily. This trip was going to be very good, she couldn't help thinking. Things had been tense for everyone, especially since she had gotten to be Milord's assistant over some of the other, experienced employees. It wasn't like Victoria had slept her way to the top, but it was the rumor that had been going around for the entire year that she had been his assistant. Milord was handsome, sure, but she had been in a committed relationship since before she started at the company as an intern at 18, and Milord knew that. Or, he had to know that, since she'd been wearing the simple, ornate engagement ring for over two years now. Neither her nor Tyler made all that much, so planning a wedding meant they'd been saving all of their money for the past two years, and soon, their ceremony was going to happen. Oh, it made her so excited. Victoria was the type of woman who loved being in love, and wanted to marry whoever she loved.

Milord left her alone in the sun, and Victoria laid, sipping on her new drink. It almost seemed like it was made for her, the way it consisted of her favorite fruits but was still sweet and very alcoholic. Before long, Victoria had drank the whole thing. She loved it! This was her new favorite drink. Every sip had her craving more of it, which had resulted in her getting rid of it quickly. Not to mention, it was pink, which was one of her favorite colors. She would have ordered another one, but before she had the chance, whatever was in it began to work. Victoria felt weak, and so drugged up that she couldn't move. If one had to guess, it was probably like a date rape drug. But Victoria wouldn't know much about it, as she had never fallen victim to something like this before. For all she knew, this was happening because she had drank so much in such a short period of time.

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"Victoria, poor Victoria." Milord looked down at his assistant, shaking his head as he tutted softly at her. She was long gone, lost to the drug in her drink, and he itched to touch her in all the ways he had dreamed. It took everything in his self-control to stay his hand, instead choosing to lift her from the chair and carry her into the building. The staff at the bar watched the two of them disappear with little in terms of reaction or expression, turning back to cleaning the glasses and bar.

Once inside, Milord turned down a long corridor to a room he contracted, the second reason for such a long planning phase for this little vacation. The room was on the second floor, around a corner from the elevator, tucked in its own wing of the building. Inside, Milord laid his prize out on the plush table, tying her hands up above her head and her legs to each table leg, spread out for his enjoyment. At first, he considered removing the bathing suit, but he later decided against it---it would be more fun this way, he concluded. Once the job was done he sat in a nearby chair, waiting ever so patiently for his Victoria to wake up and accept him.

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Victoria awoke around 45 minutes later, her mind still sort of foggy. She tried to sit up, only to find she couldn't move. Her hands were tied above her head and she wasn't on a beach chair anymore. Had she fallen asleep like this? No, that would be insane. Victoria wouldn't have tied herself up and tied her legs up before she went to sleep. It was uncomfortable, she could not have fallen asleep like this. Which meant.... Something had happened to her.

She scanned the room until her eyes landed on.... Milord? Her boss? What was going on here? At least she wasn't naked. "What's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" Victoria asked. For some reason, it didn't click in her brain that this was Milord's doing. He was the only other person in the room, but maybe he had found her like this? No, probably not, he seemed to be waiting for her to wake up. But this was crazy, Victoria trusted Milord for years. She couldn't imagine he had been the one to do this to her.

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"Oh, good morning to you too, sleepy head." Milord stood up in his chair and clasped his hands together, watching Victoria come to as he stood over her. She was attempting to move, her body working against the restraints, but it only managed to make her body twist and turn to his absolute delight. He pressed a soft finger to the space between her collarbone, tapping lightly as he considered her question.

"Well, you're tied up for a number of reasons," he murmured, clearly thinking through all the possibilities. "First and absolute foremost, you would attempt to run. Not as if it would do you any good, considering the guards and the fact that this is an island, but I'm so sick of chasing you." When he said the last few words, his expression grew stern and he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Years. For years you denied me. I have everything, could give you everything, and yet you turned your nose up at me. Not anymore."

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Victoria was... confused. Milord wasn't helping her at all. Instead, he seemed to loom over her, before he touched the space between her collarbone. Normally, if Milord had even tried to touch her, she would have moved away. But right now, she didn't have that option and he knew it. He then began to explain that she was tied up for a few different reasons, and it suddenly dawned on her that Milord had definitely been the one to tie her up. Wait, had he drugged her? Really, she hadn't seen anyone else, and nothing had happened to her prior to drinking whatever he had given her. Then, it hit her. Milord had drugged her and then tied her up here.

Milord said that she would try to run from him if she weren't tied up, but then said he was sick of chasing her? Wait... what was all of this? He grabbed her by her chin and forced her to look at him, Victoria had tried to struggle, but Milord was a lot stronger than her. Victoria raised an eyebrow as Milord suddenly said that she had been denying him, as if he were bitter about it. It wasn't personal to Victoria... She had a boyfriend and then a fiance way before she had met Milord. What worried her was the fact that he had said she wouldn't deny him again. "Milord, come on, this is insane." Victoria tried to reason with him, but it really seemed like she wasn't going to be able to. "I'm engaged to someone else! My wedding is like a month away!" Victoria pointed out.

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Milord could only smile when she called the situation insane. Of course it was insane! Nothing shy of this exact situation would get her close to him, get her under his touch, allow him to keep her all to himself. He hummed softly as his finger moved from her collarbone to the edge of her bikini top, his finger dipping underneath the edge, teasing lightly over the nipple there. He sucked in a breath, terribly pleased to have her body open and only his to touch.

"It's not insane," he murmured, pulling his finger back to touch her lightly on the nose. "It's necessary to show you that your fiancé is nothing compared to me. I give it... a week, tops, and you'll be begging to marry me."

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Victoria had to admit that she didn't much like how Milord just smiled at her at her mention of this being insane. Why didn't Milord realize she was not attainable to him? Maybe this was her own fault, actually. Victoria couldn't help thinking that as she realized that she had known Milord wanted her all this time she'd been working for him. It was so obvious, which was where the rumors that she had slept her way to the top came from. It wasn't true, but she should have quit. If she hadn't kept working for Milord, maybe he wouldn't be doing this to her.

Victoria's body was... extremely sensitive by nature, and even though Milord had only teased her lightly at her nipple, Victoria let out a soft moan. "What happens when I decide you're not better than my fiance? Will you let me go?" Emily asked. She knew the answer was going to be no, but it had been worth a shot. Milord seemed determined to ensure that she was his wife, one way or another. "You can't just keep me tied up!" Victoria said, before she stopped herself and made an insane decision. Milord was going to find out what she was when her bloodlust inevitably took over, and he was the only human in her sights. Yes, that would work. She couldn't kill him, but she could still drink from him.


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Irissa took a moment to mull over her options, though the longer she sat there thinking, the worse her thoughts started to jumble and mix and confuse her. It was happening again, the very hell he spoke of roaring in her mind and driving her that much closer to the edge of insanity.

She had no ties to the world, no family and no friends to turn to. She was all alone, her only salvation seeming to be the darkness presented to her so openly. Looking back up at the faceless, tall man and nodded, "Okay, I will accept your offer."

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There were no words, no words of acceptance or even acknowledgment. Instead, the trees sounded like they were groaning, forcing themselves back into place around the slender man that stood before her. Through it all, Irissa and Jack could hear the shrill paining sound of television static, vibrating through their bodies. Louder and louder it screeched, mixing into the unnatural groans of the forest until they both had to close their eyes and shield themselves from the painful auditory assaults.

As quickly as they came on, they vanished, leaving silence in their ears, as well as leaving light on the edge of their shit eyelids. Once they opened their eyes, both could see they were sat square on the floor or Irissa apartment. Her door was still shattered and the dresser was on its face, showing that their previous chase still took place, yet now they were both tasked onto the same side it seemed.

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Irissa felt dizzy, the world around them once again shifting, a steadily rising static getting louder and hurting her ears. Grimacing, the brunette squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears with her hands, groaning while she curled in on herself in an attempt to escape the high pitched noise.

All at once, it stopped, Irissa slowly lifting her head an opening her eyes to find Jack sitting in front of her. They both were back in her apartment, which still lay in disarray. She looked around at the mess, feeling no different from moments ago yet there was a strange calm she felt about the events overall. As if they were now normal. "What now?" She asked the other, noticing the angry redness on the skin of his hand and neck, the rest hidden by the flannel from where the boiling water hit him.

She felt a sudden guilt and slowly came closer, gently taking his hand and carefully pushing up the sleeve to see better. Frowning, Irissa stood and encouraged him to do the same, "Let's get you fixed up." She told him, taking him to the bathroom and gathering some supplies from under the sink.

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"Now we wait. Until He sends us again." He told her, his voice now his own and no longer used by the creature that looked like a man. Irissa and her sympathy seemed to finally connect, more then likely seeing how Jack was just as much tied to his actions as she was now. His aggressions definitely seemed more like something owned by the creature, Jack's quiet, precise strikes being much more merciful then what He had been seen to do.

Yet as Irissa took to his aid, Jack now felt an equality between them, only unbalanced by his experience. He followed as she requested, heading back to the bathroom to where she went after the medical supply. "You see how we are trapped? Tied into this contract? Offered a purpose and a distraction from the madness... but it feels like the madness is overflowing out our ears? Do you feel that... inside you?"

[User]
She had him sit as she grabbed the first aid kit, kneeling on the floor in front of him and beginning to unbutton the flannel she loaned him. As she carefully pushed the material from his shoulders, she frowned and winced at the sight of his inflamed skin that went from his neck and shoulder, all the way down his arm, a bit spotty in places but definitely burned almost severely.

Irissa met his gaze when he spoke again, taking a moment to observe her thoughts and try to feel, but she was numb, "Perhaps I'm in shock," she explained, picking up some aloe gel and squeezing a large amount in her hand, "I feel nothing... but I'm sure that will change." Not a guess but a feeling, darkness just at her door and waiting patiently to burst within.

"This may sting." She warned before spreading the cooling gel over all the areas burned. Irissa moved quickly so as to cause him as little discomfort as possible, grabbing the gauze next and wrapping up his arm and shoulders. Taking another roll, she wrapped up his neck, slowing when she looked at his mask and getting lost in the darkness where his eyes should be. Her hands came to a stop, one resting on his good shoulder while the other dragged a finer along the edge or the mask, "How long have you been controlled by it?"

[Assistant]
"I'd probably choose numbness, if I could." He commented in true nihilistic fashion, though he seemed to be at least on board with her first aid mindset. He let the shirt fall from his chest, leaving his pale and agitated skin on full display for the girl, watching her ready the gel. Bracing for impact, the cooling gel put electricity through his nerves, making him tense something hard. "Ouh! That smarts something horrid... but it's supposed to help, right?"

His previous comment was much more rhetorical, He knew what Aloe was and knew how burns worked, yet her question made him wonder what he actually knew about anything. Dealing with True Darkness made a lot of things almost null and void, especially in regards to pain. "Years now... I was in darkness for long before He found me but every since then, the depths of madness seemed to go even further below then you would think possible. And that's saying something from a man whose seem ghosts and ghouls already." He explained, his shadowy sockets staring to her as she seemingly felt his shoulder and mask line to have some tangible stability to their conversation.

[User]
"I know the feeling." She responded, feeling oddly comfortable next to the man who'd struck her with such fear at first. How strange that things could change so quickly.

Suddenly she noticed that time had stretched on, the two sitting in silence, and she was still touching and holding him. Irissa quickly pulled her hands away, looking down with a slight flush of embarrassment before she stood. "Your clothes should be ready." She spoke absently, stepping out into the hall and retrieving his now freshly cleaned and dried clothing. Flicking them out to rid the material of wrinkles, Irissa gave a half fold and then handed him the pile, their hands brushing and causing her to pause.

[Assistant]
Jack held her gaze, leaning slightly into her hands as she held him gently. They both were experiencing a new form of bond, one built from trauma and fear. As they broke apart, Jack took notice of Irissa and how she reacted so embarrassed, realizing she could possibly be taking attraction from him. Normally that would be ludicrous. Jack was a ghoul himself, a murderer, a cannibal... yet His arrangement with The Slender Man had affected nearly every corner of his existence. Perhaps mutual attraction could last.

With his clothes returned, Jack felt his hand brush against hers, and before she could pull away, He threaded his hand in with hers. Pulling the clothes off their union, Jack let his gaze rest in their locked hands, tilting this head ever so gently.

"If I ever can be redeemed... let it be known it was not my intention to be so violent. That is part of His Influence. Violence, paranoia, guilt, all things we are very used to and fear, yet they are apart of him. Or darkest emotions are but arms and legs to this being. So if I can be redeemed for some part of my actions... I would like to apologize. I took great part in this... and have cost you your freedom."

[User]
With his fingers lacing into her own, Jack moved the clothing and stepped up to her, Irissa gulping nervously while he kept his gaze trained on their hands. His skin was cold and held onto her gently, the brunette relaxing a bit as she realized he meant her no harm, confirmed with what he had to say.

She mulled it over for a moment, trying to find the right words, and even up letting out a heavy sigh. Her other hand came up to cover the top of his, thumb rubbing lightly along his ice skin, "I haven't known freedom for years. And while getting there took effort, I can see now why you acted the way you did." The hand on top moved to touch a crack on his mask, "And, if anything, i suppose it'll be nice to have a companion." She said with a slight smile, saddened eyes watching him while a strange impulse made her slow. Carefully, and moving slowly so he had the chance to stop her, Irissa lifted his mask to look at his face.

[Assistant]
"A companion. Yes..." He confirmed, finding that he to was having his own troubles finding the right words to speak. Yet it seemed to be actions that were on the menu this evening, as Irissa raised a hand to Jack's mask, wanting to take it off and see below it. Now every time before, where someone has gotten curious about his mask, He always found out how terrifying His face was, yet he never learned to just stop people before they removed the mask.

Now, as Irissa removed the mask, He felt a quick stab of panic through his chest, but ultimately did nothing to stop the curiosity. Maskless before her, Irissa could see Jack truly had no eyes, just deep sockets of shadows and pure nothingness. "They call me Eyeless Jack... for a reason. I still can see... I see everything you do... but I have no organs in my head... it is quite strange."

[User]
Her suspicions were confirmed when she was able to lift it away, able to see now that he indeed lacked eyes. Not only that, but what appeared to be black tears has streamed and stained his pale cheeks, quite ominous to the normal onlooker. But, Irissa had seen quite a few things that were bizarre, her own mind usually the culprit behind such things. And while it was truly horrifying to encounter another able to see without their eyes, the tall man with no face and raging energy had far surpassed the oddness here.

Besides, as her own green orbs took in his features, Irissa came to the conclusion that Eyeless Jack was actually quite handsome. Despite his deformation, it didn't take away from his high cheekbones, strong jawline, and an angular nose. His auburn hair, having been washed, went from stark and dusty to soft and wavy, framing his face nicely.

He was both terrifying and beautiful all at once, the brunette unable to comprehend how that were possible. Then again, a lot of impossible things had already happened that night, this being the tamest of all.

"How strange..." she observed, wondering how it was he could see but choosing not to question, too busy getting lost in the sheer endlessness of this dark sockets. Her hand moved up again, unaware of how hands she kept getting while gently trying to wipe away the black tears, though they stayed.

[Assistant]
"My tears run black. Same as my blood." Jack's hand seemed to gently inspect the digits of her fingers, finding them both delicate and strong, both at the same time. As he rubbed along each finger, He felt w heat roll through him, like maybe something was beginning to correct itself, somewhere in his blackened interior.

"Irissa... even I can see your pretty face... that makes it even more shameful that You have been drug into this nightmare. I wish you could have stopped me, I wish you could have just outrun me one more time." He admitted, staring down to her as her fingers gently wiped at his cheek and eyes, even though it did nothing to alter his appearance.


[User]
"So that is your answer. You could escape at any time. What are you Houdini? Why would anyone in their right mind stay in this place if they knew they would be feasted on for their power tomorrow? I would be breaking out of the place and heading for the hills. Do you want to die then? Is that what is going on? Is there something you are running away from? I just do not understand. When I don't understand something I tend to get pissed off by it. If confusing me to get out of dying was your strategy, it isn't going to work."

Thedan backed up against the wall and then said. "But it isn't a reason to kill you either. Maybe I will keep you alive and get some information out of you. You can tell me where others of your kind are hiding. You can help me win the war. What do you think about that? My father was stupid for not thinking of this himself."

Thedan unlocked the cell, gesturing to the shackled demon. "Come, lets get out of here. Before I change my mind."

[Assistant]
Cyrus would look away as the other is visibly bothered by his words, they were nothing but a coward plea to simply not make any decisions. If they choose to remain unchanged, one can't exactly blame him right? Seeing as the other would comment on his motivation. It's simple really, he didn't want to cause trouble for anyone. Perhaps deep inside he believed that waging the war was pointless, he didn't exactly deny his eventual fate to die in their hands. That's just stalling the inevitable, Why not simply be at peace with how things are they now?

Then an offer would be made to him, a suggestion to betray his own kin? No he couldn't. He rather face death than sell out his people, even now he still has some pride. "I must refuse." he stated briefly as he shook his head slowly, keeping eye contact to a minimum. then the unexpected happened the sound of the lock opened and the cell door left agape, he would gaze up at them in pure confusion but followed his instructions, getting up to his feet and stepped out the iron barred bars, "Why? Why are you helping me?" he prompted the question, he simply couldn't see how the other would gain benefits from releasing him. then he thought that perhaps they wanted something else from him, something... that he could provide? he isn't sure how to react to this gesture of theirs. but kept his mouth shut.

He followed their steps and plan to keep his head down, though he knew one thing. it seems that they were being discreet themselves, what if they get caught? what then? surely something would happen to the vampire no? "Sir... if we get caught, won't you be in trouble?" he spoke with concern in his tone despite his blank expression, he looked weak but this is simply exhaustion from holding his powers back.

[User]
"Thedan." The vampire answered, glaring at the demon in a manner that was slightly less formal than one might have expected given the situation at hand. "My father is a sir, I am currently just a man, a man who is saving your life, I am not the prince of the city right now. Right now I am Thedan, the man who is saving your life."

He paused, deciding to address the other point he had mentioned. "And yes Cyrus, I suppose when we get caught, I say when not if because we are going to get caught eventually there is no way they are going to think anyone but me had anything to do with this. When we get caught, I am going to be in trouble, but before that happens I can get you somewhere safe, somewhere that you wont have to worry about being served to any vampire on a silver platter. Whether you want to be saved or not, I'm saving your ass. Come on, stop wasting time, we need to go, and we need to go right now."

Thedan led the demon into the night, rushing quickly along the dark alleyways taking a path to what he had promised would be the other mans freedom. He opened the door to the club, and then said. "Come... I have a friend here who will hide us out while I prepare for the fight of my life with my father. Get a drink, get something to eat, get comfortable. We are going to be here awhile."

[Assistant]
The Demon nodded and took in heart what they had to say, He didn't know how bad they would react and he could take whatever they give him. but vampires aren't as powerful as demons, hence why the war started in the first place. How could he let a child like him risk their life as so? he may be hundreds of years old. But Cyrus had knew better, he was an ancient, an elder. to let new life take his soul and bring more life to this world, is it really a bad thing?

"Thank you, Thedan." he spoke softly as they continue to pass through the dark alleys, the sight of a new place made him feel unsettled. he wished that he could get his own room soon, exhaustion is quick to settles in his flesh. He would only reach closer and tug on their sleeves, blue eyes softening in gaze as they look directly at the night walker. "May I have a place for myself instead? I am not picky of what room or how big, but i would like to rest." He spoke with his soothing melodic voice, even right now he is doing his best to hold down his power. not letting it affect his surrounding nor the vampire before him, but he is already slowly losing control in each passing seconds.

[User]
Thedan smiled at the demon as he inquired if it would be possible for them to get a room of their own. "I think that I can arrange that. There is a room next to my room in this place. You can rest there while I figure a few things out. I will need to sleep as well. I am tired as hell. I will be right next to you in this room over here and if you need anything you can totally wake me up if I have fallen asleep. No one here will bother you. But you can lock the door anyway. No one but myself will be able to get in."

The demon said as he led the other man to a few adjacent rooms in the club, and showed them to the room that would be theirs.

[Assistant]
The Demon nodded as they listened closely to what they say, though a worry would be raised knowing the other can still access his room. it's not that he doesn't trust them, it's the fact he can't trust himself especially knowing his power. he hurriedly gather himself to retire into his room, "Um..Please be warned if you ever enter my room, Remember I am the demon of lust." he warned the vampire, not wanting to burden them and cause more trouble than it's worth.

Entering his room, he locked the doors and sluggishly lay upon the mattress. taking deep breaths in hopes to keep himself awake, however without much of a fight he had fallen asleep. This activated the power that he held down for hours at end, reeking with a sweet scent that even drive small insects to go nuts. filling his room to the brim while some would slowly seep through the cracks of his door, leaving those who are anywhere close to be exposed with this power of his.

[User] Thedan tried to work on calling a few important allies to his side, gathering weapons, and giving orders, but the sweet smell coming from the other room where the demon slept kept calling to him. He finally could ignore it no longer and went into the room where the demon slept, and moved over to his side, and started to slowly undress the demon. He was not thinking straight. He was totally under the power of the demon and he wanted him, and wanted him now.

[Assistant]
The Blonde man was fast asleep, but began to stir awake when they felt their skin started to grow cold. Hazy eyes glisten over the figure in the room, right beside him. a soft hum echoed from his lips as he tries to recover from drowsiness, exhaustion clearly preventing him from even moving much. "Thedan...?" he called out to the vampire, while slowly realizing that they were undressing him.

This gave him the sign that they are under his influence, he gave an arm up to hold their hand. "I'm sorry... I'll take responsibility... you can use me." he gave them his consent, as he knew well how hard it must be for the vampire. he trace his hands up to stroke their cheek, while still laying upon the bed. he needed his rest, but it will have to wait.


[User]
Red Rose immediately heard the alarm through an amplifier she had built into a hearing aid like device. No longer was she searching her mind for her next target; instead she was searching for where the sound was coming from. She hopped up onto her feet and leapt to the next rooftop over, peering out into the night sky to look for buildings with a bunch of commotion around them. Unfortunately, there was commotion everywhere. The police were running around all over the city, but for what...? Did the alarm have something to do with it?

The vigilante turned up her amplifier and jumped from rooftop to rooftop, going wherever the noise was louder and finally making her way to the research center. She stopped one rooftop over and had to pause. There was something going on here. The police were flying by the building... But not stopping. Why weren't they stopping at the building with an alarm going off? What could possibly be more important? It was as if they had no idea where they were going, but were intent on getting there. It would be up to her to investigate, then.

She leapt onto the rooftop of the research building and picked the lock on the door to the inside. Silently she walked, searching for the intruder. It wasn't long before she came upon a room full of servers that looked brand new. Something felt off about that room, so she prepared herself and stepped inside.

[Assistant]
While Synapse waited for Red Rose to appear, he almost fell asleep, lost in his breathing with little more to make noise. And thus, when steps came from the hall, the villain quickly shaking himself awake in his chair, slapping himself a few times and grabbing one of the many wrappings around his neck, stretching it and holding it out in front of him, fully expecting some kind of projectile to come flying straight at him the moment the vigilante entered the room.

What was more, he also started breathing faster, almost as if he was trying to hype himself to sprint a race, both to be ready for the fight to come, as well as to stagnate the air around him, making his trap more effective.

But despite his apparent relaxation, Synapse wouldn't remain a sitting duck, as soon as he saw Red Rose, a projectile in hand or not, he would throw himself back on the chair, rolling to his knees and deeper into the room, diving for cover behind the servers, using their hallway structure to his advantage, moving in between them, weaving back and forth as if he knew the layout of the room by memory, all the while trying to sneak up on his little prey, ready to let her get a good taste of what his powers could do.

[User]
Wrong. So, so very wrong. That was how the very air felt the moment Red Rose stepped into the server room. The hair on the back of her neck stood as a chill crept up her spine. The air felt... electrified, as if her neurons were more easily excitable than usual.

She flicked a dagger out of a sheath on her leg as her amplifier picked up the sound of movement. Her eyes darted towards the sound and she caught a glimpse of what looked like a piece of fabric go behind one of the towers. Red Rose stalked closer to where the fabric disappeared, that electric feeling got stronger. Her heart rate began to pick up, a tingling feeling started to manifest seemingly from her bones.

"Come out, come out wherever you are..." she purred, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. Truth be told, she hadn't ever experienced anything like this before. She really was afraid of wasps, so there was a sense of fear when confronting Insectoid, but this room, this spark in the atmosphere... This was a deeper feeling. One that frightened her. So she gripped her knife harder, waiting for the moment she saw the villain to strike.

[Assistant]
When Red Rose entered the server room, Synapse started working on his plan, breaking the vigilante into little more than malleable clay for him to shape as he wanted, and the first step to do that was to make her afraid of him. And thus, he sneaked in between the large computers, walking back towards the entrance, using his breathe to harden the tip of one of the traps around his neck, unwinding it and throwing it forth, causing the door to slam shut without having to get close.

But Synapse didn't remain still afterward, going back to where he was sitting, once more throwing the strap out to cause some noise, banging it against one of the servers. "Ready or not, here I come." An almost singing voice spoke from behind the mask, the villain moving through the room while trying to evade Rose, although ready to throw his improvised projectile at her head if they did manage to cross paths, aiming to both daze her, as well as giving himself time to vanish again, clearly playing with the vigilante.

"Don't forget to breathe, little hero. Nice big breaths, you can't fight without air, can you?" He called out to her, perhaps trying to throw her off about the nature of his powers, or perhaps just to further play with her, letting her hear a good long exhale of his, right before he stopped moving, hearing for her steps.

[User]
When the door slammed, Red Rose whipped her head around to look and cringed because the sound was so loud through her turned up amplifier. After a few seconds of being dazed, Red Rose reached up and turned down the amplifier just slightly before continuing to step silently from row to row, hoping to catch another glimpse of the villain she was after.

As the sound of the strap hitting the server, she turned her head and began to walk towards it. She heard his voice and kept trying to follow it, still clutching her knife as that electric feeling got more intense. The vigilante silently cursed him for reminding her to breathe, suddenly taking away a little of her focus from the situation to remember to breathe. The comment wasn't intended to impact her breathing, but it certainly did.

One problem the vigilante had resided within that of her temper. If she felt like she was failing, her patience grew thin. Fast. This was one such example. She knew she was being toyed with, like a kitten following a red dot on the wall. The servers were encased in glass doors so she couldn't climb to the top of the towers, all she had to do was keep searching.

Finally she noticed that the sound of his footsteps had gone silent. What was he planning? What was going on here? She peeked out from behind a server and saw his leg from where he was standing perpendicular to her behind another row of servers. She readied her knife, and masterfully threw it at his leg.

[Assistant]
The moment Red Rose's steps fell silent, Synapse got more focused on his movements and thoughts. Because if she was so fast to react to him, then he needed a plan on how to take her down before she could notice what hit her. But it was amidst this thinking that something hit him, and it wasn't an idea.

Fortunately, his pants were made to endure rough use, and thus the thick material snagged the knife and dispersed most of the force, but it would still hurt, cutting into his leg and causing some bleeding."Mother..." He silently cursed before catching himself, not wanting to give away his position, yet he picked up the knife and started moving again, leaving a few drops of blood wherever he passed.

But his bleeding gave him an idea, starting to walk in between the servers, purposely leaving a trail that went in circles, trying to confuse the vigilante. Weaving and bobbing with the knife tightly held in his arm, grunting and taking sharp inhales due to the pain once or twice, yet ignoring the injury and pushing forward.

And thus he would lay his trap, using his bleeding to lead her to a hall near the end of the room, near where he had laid in wait, and where the air was charged the most. Once there, he bent down and pressed hard on the wound, stopping the bleeding for the few seconds it took him to hide behind a nearby server, ready to attack the moment she gave as much as a twitch due to his powers.


[User] "Well if you are grounded here till that belly reduces some, I want you to be as comfortable as possible." Chase smiled softly situating himself beside her and her impressive belly once more. He bit his lips as she questioned his interest. His strong hand anxiously reaching out to grasp the huge belly happily once more. "I absolutely am in love with the way you look Amethyst." He admitted, no longer wanting to be shy about it, as if there were any question. "Your species... your ability, everything about you is incredible... I want nothing more than to please you and assist you here on Earth if you'll have me." He requested softly as she questioned him more, and chuckling at the idea of her body more than halfway reduced to liquid and nutrients. "I think it was a fitting end for her to be your meal... knowing she's part of you forever, I can reminisce about her unfaithfulness, and know she's still her, as nice additions to your perfect curves when we make... if we make love." He corrected himself, not wanting to assume she'd mate with him.

[Assistant]
Amethyst smiled at the pillows enjoying the fact that he wanted to comfort her. Looking up she noticed how he spoke, slowly touching her as she reached out and held his hand. "Soon. We will make love. I do want you to work with me. I think you will know the exact people who need to be eaten. I think you know that if I didn't want you around right now, you'd be in here with your wife." She looked at him and smiled, her eyes wide with happiness as she leaned over and kissed him gently.

"So Chase, who will be my next meal. Do you know or have one in mind? The work we need to put into it? I would like if you come to the base I made next door. You only need clothes for when we leave the house, I'd much rather see you naked when we are alone."

[User]
Chase relished in the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm. Clutching his prized belly of his new lover he was so found of. He chuckled at the mention of him being inside Amethyst, wondering just how big two humans would make her. He bit his lips and pressed them to hers softly as she kissed him. His free hand clutching her cheek gently as the other continued to grasp her belly possessively. As their kiss broke and their gaze locked again, he listened as she questioned her next meal, almost looking to him completely as to where it would come from.

He thought for a minute as he processed her questions, as well as seemingly demanded he live with her. He nodded in complete happiness and agreement. "Oh I'd love that, and of course." He answered, their relationship could prove dangerous if he identify was discovered, so it was important they both were very cautious. "As for your next meal... well I suppose that depends on when or how soon you'll need or want to feed again?" He questioned, still with much to learn about his new companion. "I won't lie... I'd love for it to be sooner than later... and for it to make you much bigger than my wife did." He chuckled patting her belly proudly.

[Assistant]
Glancing over at him, Amethyst watched as he grabbed her and liked to play with her belly. She looked at him as he agreed to everything. She smiled as he seemed to be eager and possibly he was sexually attracted to her like this. "Well, I could eat again in a half-hour, though I did come here to research your planet, not eat all of you." She chuckled as he spoke about getting bigger than with his wife.

"What is the biggest human you know? Do they get bigger than her?" She asked looking at him with a curious smile. "I normally could eat and it's dire for me to eat once a month, i.e. the urgency to eat your wife. But other than that I have the availability to eat as much as possible whenever I want."

[User] Chase happily enjoyed the digestion process, enjoying every little sensation of her huge belly. Pondering all the possibilities that were before the two of them as to what she should consume next. He sat up grinning as she spoke, her belly clearly working hard at turning his wife to nutrients. "Mmmm a half hour? So you'd be able to at least walk at that point?" He inquired. "We have lots of possibilities my queen... I can think of a few bigger humans near, and we have animals that are similar and very large in size. I guess it just depends how hungry you are after Megan, and how long you want to be immobile." He stated chuckling. A few pregnant women living nearby in the area, as well as some wildlife were all possibilities.

[Assistant] "It depends as a human do you eat a meal to eat another right after? Plus I am unaware how the human digests in our system. We came here to see what food resource we would be using next. Our planets that we reign upon have good sources and we much rather breed and captivate you for food." Looking at him, Amethyst nodded swiftly before running her hand out to his cheek. "I think its interesting you're so fascinated with humans being devoured when we finish and come to this planet. I believe I will take you in as my pet. My personal one that won't come close to being harmed."

[User] Chase listened to his new queen speak intently, paying close attention so he better understood. "We eat a few times a day, of course we aren't eating meals alive and so big." He chuckled moaning again as he continued to massage her bug belly. His muscles flexing as his strong hands enjoyed the softening stretches dome. "Mmmm I would love that very much. I don't want to be without you now having met you Amethyst." He stated softly, being completely genuine. "Why don't we let you rest and work most of my dear Megan away before your next meal. That way you you can move more comfortably and we can pass you off as just pregnant once your belly reduces in size my queen?" He suggested to her, as it seemed to be the best course of action.

[Assistant]
Amethyst looked at him as he spoke before laughing slightly. "Chase, you won't be without me. You will continue to work with me and behave yourself. You live and are at my side. Or my feet whichever you prefer. Then you royally do wrong. You will get to be right where Megan is." She nodded smiling as she leaned her head back her satisfaction that the woman was getting further finished. Her torso and arms were starting to be broken down.

Megan would soon be no more. Her moving had stopped losing her body more and more. Now she was probably dead with being nothing left of her, her major systems gone. Smiling at Chase she rubbed her belly. "She sure is delicious."

[User]
Chase smiled as he wrapped his arms as best he could around Amethysts gargantuan belly. Laying his head to it happily almost using it as a large contorting pillow. "Of course my queen, I'm all yours." He assured her, tracing a hand playfully across the top of her belly, feeling the last ditch efforts of his wife attempting escape from inside cease finally. Her stomach glorped loudly claiming victory over his wife. Chase leaned in and planted a soft kiss to the rotund mass, "Mmmm goodbye Megan, you've never looked better. I'm glad she satisfied you so well my queen, hopefully the next course I'm able to obtain for you is even better." He said proudly, yawning softly.

The symphony of digestive noises, and the exhaustion of having expelled such a huge cum lord setting in finally. His eyes became heavy, and before he knew it, Chase was fast asleep. A much deserved nap was in order after the unique events that had transpired on this morning. His strong arms clutching her belly proudly as he rested.

[Assistant]
Amethyst looked at him as he said goodbye to his wife. She smiled at his commentary, she loved hearing and feeling the noises her belly made when she was full and satisfied with her food. She glanced over at him as he laid his head on her belly. Moving her fingers she began to soothingly run her hands through them. She liked knowing that he was so comfortable with her.

Leaving her planet and all her friends and family she was alone here. It was going to be nice to be comfortable with someone here. Sitting she continued to run her hands through his hair before kissing his head. Her belly slowly returning to its normal size as he slept.


[User]
The humming of fluorescent light tubes buzzed in the ears of Margot. She was now sitting on a sofa. It was soft and made of canvas with perfectly laid out pillows. Across from her on a folding chair was a man, maybe 5 years older than her. His hair was shaggy but kept clean and perfectly smoothed. His face is clean shaven. "I'm Dr Burke. I need to ask some questions to fill out this report." He said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Your name is Margot Rothesay right?" He asked as he took a clipboard from a coffee table in front of him. It separated the two. It was spotless, and it had nothing on it. "If you have a name you want me to refer to you as I'd like to know." He said as he took a pen from a small cup full of pencils and pens. He looked convinced of something. He was going to help her no matter the cost. Burke needed to know what she was like before everything went down. He already knew the case as he was handpicked by the state for her.

[Assistant]
Margot's sunken eyes fell upon the doctor with a pitiful look in them. She had bruises across her jawline from the abuse of her now dead fiancé, and she had a sprained ankle, two broken ribs that were still healing. It hurt to do anything. She had bruises all over her body from his brutality. He was dead now though and he would never be able to hurt her again. Her gaze lazily shifted to the clipboard her pulled off the table and she looked back up at him, hearing her name.

"Mhm." She nodded, looking down at her wrists and feet that were still shackled together. "Can y... you take these off... please?" She asked him, her eyes gleaming with a little bit of hope.

[User] Dr Burke's eyes wandered down from her shoulders to her legs. Burke saw the chains and shackles on her. He didn't want to admit how excited they made him feel. He knew he probably should take them off but he also knew he can't without a key. He also noticed the cuts and the marks. He would start writing. "Why do you think you are here?" He asked and looked up to her face. He didn't need to ask all the standard questions as he already knew the answers. He needed to dig deeper than the surface level info he already had. Burke was good at this sort of thing. He needed to knew who was the real person behind "Margot."

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Margot shifted again, looking at him directly when he asked why she thought she was there. The obvious answer was that she killed her fiancé under the assumption that would end her suffering, and she even thought of killing herself after she'd done the act. She's tried twice to do it since then, it was one of the reasons she wore the chains and shackles in the first place.

"He's dead... That's why... But he hurt me! I did it to defend myself... I... I'm not crazy." She sputtered out nervously.

She'd told this story over and over again to psychologists and therapists sent in by the justice system of America. They even had her talk to a priest who told them they could do nothing to help her recover. They sent her here after that, with the promise of rehabilitation, but it was really a home for crazy people to grow old and die. She didn't belong here at all. She wasn't crazy.

"P... please let me go home. I am n... not the person they say I am!" She begged the doctor suddenly, tears brimming in her eyes.

[User] Dr Burke didn't let her spiral for long. He quickly interrupted her. "I believe you." He said as he wrote on his notes. "Why do you not think others do?" He asks while getting up and going to a filing cabinet. He needed to get into her head to see her for who she is. "You are who you say you are but your acting erratic. If you want out of here you need to stay calm and prove to people you are normal." He said and sat back down. "And I'm the only one who can give you the check mark to release you from here. No one else can. You need to be normal." Burke said. Which was true, he was the only one who could let her leave this place.

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Margot blinked, staring at him with a little bit of shock in her face. "You do?" She shook her head and sunk deeper into the couch, her eyes found their way to her hands that she was rubbing together anxiously.

"Acting e... erratic! Of course... I was beaten to a pulp and left to die! When I decided to d... do something for myself for once people called me a monster when they all saw what he did to me! I... I am not crazy, those people are crazy and they are fucked up!" She found herself yelling by the end of her sentence, her chest heaving up and down, a new found anger breathing into her.

When he said he was the only one who could give her a checkmark her heart froze. She probably just fucked up any chances of her leaving any time soon. "Well... I can be normal... Yeah, I can b... be that." She told him, nodding her head.

[User] "Margot, it's clear that you did what you did to defend yourself. The court believed you as much as I do. You're not here because of your husband. You are here because you're acting like this." Dr Burke said as he looked sad for her, interested in what she had to say but thinking about what he could do to help her. "You are safe here. Nobody here wants to hurt you and nobody here believes you want to hurt them. You need to prove them RIGHT." He said and pointed at her with his pen. "You're looking to be safe right? Safe from people hurting you or abusing you?" He asked as he crossed his legs.

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Margot looked at the doctor, her eyes wide with disbelief. She had never heard anyone speak to her so frankly before. Everyone else had always treated her like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. But Dr Burke... he was different. He wasn't afraid of her or what she might do.

She nodded slowly as his words sunk in, "Yes... I want to be safe." She admitted quietly, "But I also want people to stop looking at me like I'm some sort of monster." Her voice was shaky but determined. The tears that were once brimming in her eyes were now replaced with a spark of hope.


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Irene looked at him and watched as he began to panic. She watched him struggle and she ran her hands along his thigh. She then looked at his cock in the pink of the charity. Grabbing the key that hung on her chain on her chest she had it so low it hung between her breasts, she then reached and opened his chastity.

She stroked it and wanted it to get hard. Then she stopped. "Taylor. stop this right now, or I will gag you." She looked at him. She leaned over on the side of the bed and kissed his lips. "I am not hurting you Taylor, now stop it please. Enjoy the feelings I could give you. But I am going to make you beg for it. You don't get to cum unless I get your butt, so I will keep stroking you right to the edge and then leave you be." She grabbed a porno magazine and sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's my way or the highway remember, Taylor. I can play dirty, and naughty."

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Taylor was completely helpless and in a situation he never wanted to be in. While he yelled he could feel her removing his length from the cage. Her hands stroked him and his cock came to life. Then she came in again as she usually had and tried to soothe him into cooperating. This was too far he wouldn't just let her have his ass. He warning he ignored as he continued to plea for help. His body constantly trying to break his bonds but it was of no use and all the meanwhile he could feel her hands on his cock.

He couldn't believe it was happening. His mind continued to race as he looked for a way out. "There is no way I'm letting you do this! Your crazy! Help! Help!" He continued as he remained helpless. The only thought he had was if he continued to scream eventually someone would come get him.

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Irene watched him, she hated that he was going to do it like this. Leaning over she kissed him. "Taylor, stop yelling. I am going to gag you in a minute. This behavior is ridiculous. I don't have to worry since no one is hearing you, remember how far away we are from the road, and how my neighbors are miles away."

She then walked over and grabbed the lube and a small butt plug. "I just want you to behave, why are you being difficult about this, tell me why?" She asked him with a smile as she ran her hands through his long hair. "Can I tell you why I want it?"

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She had pacified his distaste for a second with another kiss. "You want me to stop, then stop this. This is crazy! I let you dress me up and all but this I won't allow it!" Taylor added as she continued to speak. She was right they were pretty far away from anything. So really all he had was the possibility of annoying her until she stopped.

He watched as she grabbed a butt plug and lubricant. He quickly answered her next questions quite quickly. "Because I don't want anything up my ass. I didn't think any of this would lead to that. You wanted me to fuck you im fine with that but I didn't think you wanted to but something up my ass!" He yelled as he jostled around a bit. "No, I don't want anything up my ass! I don't care why you want to!" He yelled angrily. He felt like a trapped animal and all it did was make him more angry and frustrated.

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Watching him, Irene shook her head. "I am so sorry that your life is so horrible." She said mockingly as she went to the cupboard and grabbed the gag. "I am going to do this with you, I am sorry it's happening like this but please once you see it's happened you will love me for it."

Grabbing the small little dildo in the gag she pressed it into his mouth as he spoke so often his complaints. Lifting his head he tied it around and looked at him. "I am your mistress after all, you do as I say and I will make sure you feel pleasure from it, I promise." She said softly as she caressed his cheek.

Grabbing the plug she looked at the lube and began to rub it on her fingers. Slowly she grabbed her index finger and rubbed it near his tight hole, pressing it slowly against it. "You might just want to feel everything about now, cause I can be a pain in the ass if you don't." She said with a slight chuckle.

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Her mocking only aggravated him more. Taylor continued barking until suddenly she shoved something phallic into his mouth he could feel the gag now being positioned over his mouth. He tried to force the object out of his mouth but before he could she had strapped it around his head locking it into position. It felt almost like a muzzle. He couldn't speak and moving his mouth was near impossible now. All he could do was grunt or groan into the gag due to its ability to muffle everything he tried to say. He stared at her angrily. His eyes staring daggers into her. He continued to complain into the gag as she continued.

She really was taking on the roll of a mistress. His eyes widened as he watched her lube Up her finger. He jostled again against his restraints pulling away from her finger as it slowly pressed against his hole. He put everything into trying to pull his legs down but it was once again no use. He felt exerted each time he struggled. He felt her pushing her finger into he and he tried to scream into his gag. In his mind he was yelling "No! Stop putting your. Fingers in my ass!" but all that came out was "MMMMMPPPHHHHHHH! MMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHH!".

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Irene watched him struggle she hated doing this to him but he was stubborn and he had to learn a lot yet, she had housebreak him as he hadn't been trained at all. Moving her free hand to his cock she slowly began to stroke him. "Pleasure, hun. Everything I do is for pleasure. You may have me right now but you are here, and we are working together. And my anal virginity is gone so after this, you can fuck me." She said watching him with a smile.

She pressed her finger further before backing away and then in again slowly as she stoked his cock in between so he got pleasure as well. She continued her motions into his ads before stopping and living up another finger and his hole to start moving another finger in and out.

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The feeling of her fingers in his ass was uncomfortable. His eyebrows remained furrowed as he continued to stare at her. Taylor continued trying to lift his ass away from her fingers but he was still restrained too tightly. Even though he hated the feeling of her fingers being inside him he couldn't help that his cock was as hard as it'd ever been. It must've been due to the anal stimulation. He could tell she enjoyed this.

When the next finger slipped in he groaned feeling himself stretch a bit more to accommodate her. He was mad. He didn't like being the fucktoy. He gagged as the dildo kept his mouth open. He tried once again with everything he had to get himself out of his restraints his muscles flexed and his body tensed as hard as possible while he tried to escape but once again, nothing. The only pleasure he felt was from her hands, the uncomfortable feeling of something being inside him drove him mad.

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"You are such a noisy boy." Irene stated as she bopped his nose. "Its funny yes it's been a short time I don't wish death upon you, though I could with that gag you aren't breathing through your mouth and a little squish of your nose and boop all gone. But I don't want you dead, I thought we could try something here, don't you understand, I am not your enemy." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"I'm your friend, lover and mistress." As she continued to go in with her fingers she watched his cock, it was hard alright and as she stroked it once and a while as well she smiled. "You can't just resist, its happening. Enjoy it." She said as he shook against his restraints. Grabbing the small dildo she sucked on it slowly before inserting some lube in and around his asshole. "Slow and steady baby. Breathe and relax."

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Taylor felt like she was making light of his situation. He grew more frustrated as she poked his nose. He could not lie that each press of her fingers against his prostate made his cock twitch. It was just the simple fact that it was a male pleasure spot. He hated that fact. He never like being a submissive and now that he'd given the reigns to someone else this happened. His compliance now seemed to have left him and his fight or flight kicked in and he wanted flight as he felt himself being invaded.

It all happened so fast and now he watched helplessly as she sucked on a toy as she relubricated his ass. All he could do was sit and watch in disbelief as she readied the toy to insert inside him. He heard her words but felt his heart race one more as the toy pressed into him. It was bigger than her two fingers and caused his eyes to water as he stretched in response to the dildo. "Mmmmmpphhhh!Mmmmmmmppphhhh!" He groaned into his gag once more as he gave one last ditch attempt to break free. Exhausted from fighting his body loosened from its tense state. All he could do was accept the fate his mistress had chosen for him.

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Irene watched him. "I really have nothing else to tell you. Just enjoy this, I want you to feel the pleasure." She smiled as slowly she began to insert the dildo into his ass, she lubed it well enough and noticed how his eyes teared. "Take a deep breath darling, be free, relax." Slowly she went and pushed it into him continuing before it plopped inside.

Then she slowly withdrew it and began to go inside him again, moving it slowly, she wanted him to cum, she wanted him to feel how beautiful it felt. She would later show him the side of what it would feel like to be inside someone's asshole as we'll. "Good boy, you are doing very well, how does that feel, do you like it?"

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Taylor closed his eyes and gave in. Feeling the object slowly enter and exit his hole. He could feel her hand pumping him while she would occasionally touch his prostate. As small moan escaped his frustrated lips into the gag as he felt her touching him in a way he'd never felt. While he still felt uncomfortable he couldn't help but the aroused. It was like she was forcing him to be, forcing him to cum.

He hated how it felt having something inside him but loved it all at the same time it was and uncomfortable situation that he was sure she was getting a kick out of. Gagged bound and having something pushed into his ass. An experience he would never forget.


[User] "And what if you don't orgasm? You'll still be doing what I want anyways" Jason told her although he did agree to one thing. "If you want to wash that French cunt out. That's your job I'm not cleaning anything. Plus what's the problem the bitch is going to die anyways" he told her. He wasn't honestly even tired, "change of plan Why don't you just make me some food instead and we'll leave early to do the job" he told her.

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Juanita licked her lips and then shoved the vibrator home. "Fine, you teasing asshole. I will go make you your food." She didn't like the idea of any of his plans, sometimes he could be cruel, but she fucking loved him. Standing up she whipped her hair in a pony tail. Thankfully the motel they were staying at had a small kitchenette. Though for his sake, he is lucky if the mac and cheese she makes doesn't have a spit full of crap in there for him.

She walked past him, naked, not even listening any further before stepping in the kitchen. Grabbing cheese she placed it on the table and began to grate it while she had the water boiling. She was trying to think of a way to get him back.

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Jason laughed as he watched her stand up and take care of her hair. He loved her to death no matter what she said or did. They both had their own version of crazy and they worked well. They may not be seeing eye to eye always which makes them have a lot of hate sex but it always gets the job done.

Jason was curious to know what her plans were. "Juanita what are you planning to do to the bitch this time? I know you must have a small idea of what type of torture you are thinking" he questioned her. They both were cruel but he let Juanita always torture the victim and he always killed them. That's how their deal was, he didn't want Juanita to have the conscious of killing a person, he'll bare with that suffering. "What's one Juanita's famous plan for food?" He questioned her. He never realized the ways with how Juanita tampers with his food he always ate it without knowing a difference. Sometimes she does tell him other times he doesn't have a clue. It was her own sadistic way to get back at him.

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Juanita was currently ignoring him for a minute while she began to mix the noodles into the boiling water. "You're having Mac and Cheese, with garlic bread." She mentioned, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling she had at the moment about telling him her thoughts. The bitch raped someone. An innocent woman. So it was only fair the same was repeated to her. Maybe she was dark to think of the ending, cutting at her labia and sewing her shut, removing her clit like some third-world countries did to their women. Or maybe make sure that she is in so much pain before she goes, then light her on fire, no evidence left for the police, except the ash.

"I don't know. She hurt a woman, so maybe its only fair she gets twice over what she did to others. Maybe some body part surgery. Get the lab coats for sure."

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Jason hated when Juanita stopped speaking to him it always meant she was planning something evil! "I guess that's all we can afford so that's fine. How much longer are we staying in France do you think" he questioned her. He wasn't keen on staying in France this was a country he disliked. Plus it wasn't easy speaking their language, it was a talent Jason had growing up he learn a lot of different languages. He figured Juanita didn't understand much of the culture here so he'd assume she wanted to leave.

"Well Of course we plan on doing that, and oh... should we keep this one alive then? Make them live to regret their mistakes? Just that would mean we'd have to cut their tongue out" he said to her. He did get off the bed and reached for their coats in the closet. He did set it down on the couch near the exit. Juanita was certainly a scary person to mess with and he knew that some of her threats were genuinely terrifying.

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Juanita noticed how he was doing this, another rambling of thoughts was coming from Jason. Sticking her head out of the tiny kitchenette area she stared at him. "We are doing fine, don't you like mac n cheese?" She said staring at him as he mentioned the the France thing. "Well... How many more assholes do you think there are yet to clean up?" She asked staring at him carefully.

She laughed. "Alive, are you for real, when was the last time we kept one alive. They suffer and they pay that's the game we play. But... we could switch it up a bit." She said liking the idea of cutting her tongue out. "Well... if we really are going to make it, we got to make sure she is good deaf and blind too then. Mute, deaf, blind. All she will be able to do is live in her sin. Unable to do anything. Should we make sure she loses her hands so no more touching? Gosh... no doctor could fix her up if they wanted too." She laughed slightly enjoying the idea before spitting in his bowl of pasta and bringing it to him. She had mixed it good in with just a little of her runny nose. Just for his liking.

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Jason sighed at the words she spoke, "Mac and Cheese is just a basic food. When we first started to date you made all these amazing foods and now we get the bare minimum" he said to her. As she questioned about being her in France he sighed, this was a trick question. "There is a bunch... I just rather get out of France. I may speak the language but I know about 50 other languages" he told her.

Upon listening to her not believing if he was serious he sighed. Although she did bring up a few more ideas. "Well that's not hard hun. You've bursted others' ear drums before. I don't think she needs to be blinded, let her see what has changed of her. Maybe we have them lose their fingers so they cant write our description and no more touching" he said.

Upon seeing the food upon him he smiled at her. "Thank you very much for the food you made for me" he said as he went to the table and sat down. "Well I'm feeling nice right now so sit on my lap and grind against it" he told her.

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Juanita looked at him and heard his complaint. "Dude, you say another piece, I will hit you over the head, and when you are knocked out, I'm gonna tie you to a flag pole naked. I am sorry I am not making you amazing foods, maybe if you gave me a damn orgasm once in a while, maybe I would be in a better mood more." She groaned before sitting down beside him.

When he spoke about the seeing she laughed. "Sometimes I am thinking you are more twisted than I am." The idea of making her wide awake to see everything made her smile. She liked the idea of all of it. When he spoke about sitting on his lap she looked at him, glaring with anger. She then decided to shake her head and do as he said. Next time he would be lucky if she didn't make brownies and take a crap in the chocolate.

"Like this, your fucking royal highness?" She said, moody while grinding against him.

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Jason slowly ate the food she gave him and he sighed at hearing her words. "You know this is why you don't get orgasms. You get mean when I don't give you any and when I do you act like the queen of the world. Either way I don't get what I want. I always get what you are in the mood the make" he told her trying to ease her attitude with a kiss.

"Well I grew used to it if anything. You were the one who brought this all up you remember?" He replied to her. He was glad she was willing to do all this. They both threw away their futures to pursue the idea of cleaning the world from corruption. He knew that all this should've instilled fear into those people and yet they still do it without thinking of the consequences.

As she was grinding on his knee he laughed. "You know if you continue to act like this. I may not bend you over this damn table and fuck you senseless, remove the vibrator from you" he said to her. He wanted to make her feel good, so he won't end up as one of her victims.

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"You're an ass you know. You are lucky I don't cut your fingers off." Juanita said before feeling his lips press against hers while she returned the kiss. When he spoke about her bringing it up she crossed her arms, angry with him. She couldn't believe he acted like this at times, and then other times she got this person she could actually put up with.

When he told her to remove the vibrator she looked at him, taking it out before placing her head over the table, spreading her legs. "Well, go on." She said, shaking her ass in front of him, leaving it wide open for him to look at, enough for him to fuck her and she knew that her anger, scared him. It scared any sane human, yet he stayed.