Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Francis smiled a little, almost a knee jerk reaction to her smiling at him, although he immediately felt guilty for doing it. He had just drugged the little women, and even though it wouldn't completely knock her out, it would certainly leave her feeling weak, groggy, and unable to run even if her life depended on it. Which in a way, it did. If she tried to run, he would have had to shoot her, and he already had plenty of check marks on his naughty, 'going to Hell for all eternity' list. He didn't need another. Nor did he need to hurt Quint any more than he already had.

"Naw, let's stay here a minute. It seems the only time I get to sit down is during these little visits."

He cracked his knuckles and leaned back in the chair, relaxing so much that the older man could have simply fell asleep if he wasn't still on duty.

"So I can't be passing secret notes back and forth of course, but Quinton told me to tell you hello, and that once he's out of the bad boys corner, he would like to share a drink with you. He also said something about, 'no hard apple cider'?"

He looked up at her again, curious of what Quint had meant by that.
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Delvin watched Sabastian as he came out of the stall, noticing how flushed his face was. He also took note of how much soap he was using, and how he had gone straight to the sink before even thinking to look at him and give him some kind of greeting, even brief. The little man was hiding something.

"Fancy indeed" he said, his grin light and playful as he walked up to the blond. Reaching up, he turned him around gently and runs his thumb along the top of his cheek for a moment as his grin turns a little more mischievous.

"You're blushing."

Stepping a bit closer, he uses his body to back the little blond up against the sink, pressing his groin against his own as he bends down to whisper in his ear.

"And you're hard. What we're you doing in that stall, little man?"
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Lizz had been pretty big talk until Tiffany actually came over to them, and once she was closer and the little women could see her nipples poking through her bra, she suddenly seems to get a bit flustered and tongue tied.

"Well I mean...it's going to be just as hot with our clothes on as without, so why... N-no! I think you should leave it on!"

Oh man, suddenly she felt hot but in a whole new way. Her mouth was watering, and she has to swallow hard as she brings her hands up to cover her own chest, feeling a bit self conscious now about her own body. She was trying to find a way out of this sudden, embarrassing, conversation when Damien came over.

Lizzy looked up at him like he was Superman, come flying in to save her day, and she starts to try and scoot around the thirsty couple while she thought she could make her escape. Her feet become glued to the ground when Tiffany reaches up to slide her bra strap down, however, and even after Damien reaches over to place it back on her shoulder, Lizz can't quite seem to muster the strength up to move again. It isn't until he directly addresses her that she finally manages to peel her eyes away, and then, just like that, she takes off towards the door at a brisk walk, quickly following after the tall man. Once they are both outside, she leans back against the door for a moment and let's out a shaky breath.

"Okay...right. Ahem, car. Car car, cars. Work. Mhm, let's work on the car and totally not think of the thirsty lady."
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Cora had chose to sit back down after Damien had walked over to Lizzy, her back and neck just hurting too much for her to keep trying to stand. It was a good thing she had too, or she might not have had anything for her fingers to grip onto as she all but glared daggers into Tiffany's back.

 

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Sayori’s smile widened a bit, happy at least to hear that Quint was okay enough to joke. Come to think of it though, that man would probably joke even if he was bleeding out on the floor.

“Oh, it is just an inside joke. I think he said something about how he had tried to make his own apple cider at one point, but that it made him so very sick.” She chuckled a little, looking around her room again.

Her paints hadn’t been packed up, so she started moving around, cleaning the brushes off and gathering some of the scattered paint tubes. She was starting to feel a bit odd and slow in a way, but she figured that maybe it was simply due to lack of sunlight and that it would pass soon.

Leaning against the sink for a moment, she said, “I know you said you couldn’t pass notes, but could you at least tell him that I would certainly take him up on that offer of a drink, as long as he doesn’t take his shirt off and swing it around.” She took a stabilizing breath and walked over to the bed again. Walking was starting to become difficult, and she felt like she was getting more groggy by the second. Putting her paints in their pack became a task that was much more difficult than usual, the woman gathering up the brushes to put them in too.

One of them slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor, the woman getting down to her knees to grab it after it having rolled under the bed. Once grabbed, she deposited the brush on the bed and simply sat there on the ground on her knees. What was she doing on the ground again? Sayori looked a bit confused before she remembered what she was doing.

She wanted to get up and back into the bed, but her legs seemed to be losing strength. Her eyes turned to Francisco, the little woman having a confused and slightly bewildered look on her face. “I... don’t know if I can stand up. I feel woozy. I... hm.” Sayori leaned against Francisco’s legs, putting a hand to her head and furrowing her brow as though she was trying hard to concentrate.

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He finished up with his hands and was about to dry them off before Vin turned him around. His hands went to the counter on either side of him as Vin backed him up, essentially trapping the little man. The proximity of His body made Sabastian’s heart beat more quickly, his throat moving slightly as he swallowed.

When Vin pressed his groin against Sabastian’s bulge, he let out the smallest of gasps, the friction having felt good since he hadn’t gotten to finish yet.

“What were you doing in that stall, little man?”

His cock only became harder as he felt the big man whisper into his ear, that large body hovering over him.

“I-I didn’t come in here to do anything perverted. But... if I’m hard, it’s because this entire bathroom smells like sex.” He replied in a grumpy tone, as though it was all the bathroom’s fault for him touching himself.

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Tiffany simply smirked as she watched Lizz and Damien leave the shop. While her focus was on Damien, it was flattering that Lizz seemed frazzled by her. It was a bit of an ego boost, but it also kept her options open. Maybe if Damien didn’t work out she could at least have a little fun with the mechanic.

Outside, Damien glanced at Lizz and nodded, a look of relief on his face. “Yeah, she’s... well, she’s something.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “So, do you need any help with anything? I don’t know anything about mechanics, but I could help maybe get the car up or something?”

The man looked around, his steely eyes scanning for any zombies headed their way. It didn’t seem so just yet, but he had put his silenced pistol on his hip just in case. They hadn’t really showered, so he was sure they’d be around eventually, but they generally seemed to move slowly so they probably had some time before they would have a sighting.

His mind drifted to Cora, wondering how she was doing with her back. She looked to be in pain when he left, but it still seemed manageable, though she could have been putting up a front.

 

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Francis chuckled, giving her a small nod to let her know he would pass the message along. In his heart, he hoped that it would someday, maybe even someday soon, become a reality for them.

He watched her as she began to put her paints away, getting more and more unsteady by the second. He sat up in his chair a bit, but let her continue to do her thing. We're she to fall, however, he would be ready to catch her. The last thing he wanted was to give Ray and excuse to clean her up.

"I... don’t know if I can stand up. I feel woozy. I... hm."

He reaches down and lifts her up onto her feet, helping her over to the bed and sitting her down. Once she's seated, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black cloth, unfolding it to reveal a bag.

"It's alright Sayori, it's just a mild tranquilizer. The effects will wear off soon enough, but not until I have moved you."

With that said, he starts to reach up, intent on putting the bag over her head as a blindfold.
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He laughed lightly and then bent down to kiss his neck, his hands coming out of his pockets to grip both sides of Sabastian's waist as his thumbs rubbed against his smooth skin.

"Does it now? Hm, doesn't sound like a bad idea to me" he rumbled, nipping the skin just below his ear gently and pulling Sabastian towards his groin so that he could grind against him.

Even though the blond had given him his shirt back earlier, he still had yet to put it back on. Despite the cooler, he had still been too hot for comfort, and right now he was glad he left it off. Sabastian's smooth skin felt cool against his own and he enjoyed the way his nipples poked against his tattooed chest, as if begging to be toyed with.
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Lizzy wiped the sweat from her brow, but she wondered if it was all just from the heat alone. Either way, she had project now, and one which she had been looking forward to all evening.

"Mm, shouldn't need any help just yet. I just need...ah!"

She walked over to the side of the building a bit and grabbed one of the jacks that was lying about, bringing it over to the car. Before she situated it under the big piece of metal, however, she couldn't help but let her hands run along the sides of it. Slowly, she starts to walk around the car, her gaze admiring it like a fine piece in an arts museum.

"God it's gorgeous. How much did you pay for this bad boy?"

She knew she shouldn't waste too much time, so she forces herself to come back over to the jack and start lifting it up. Once she had it where she wants it, she grabs a wood block and places it behind the back tire, giving her an little extra protection encase it rolls.
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Cora tried to just sit still in the chair as she simply waited. There wasn't much to do with everyone else off doing their own thing. She wished she had grabbed her phone out of the car or something, but she didn't want to risk standing up now that she had found a good position that didn't hurt too much.

It wasn't the worst pain she had ever been in-far from it. However, memories fade with time, and the pain that she had endured while she was younger seemed but phantom, fleeting feelings that she couldn't quite remember just how bad it had been. For this reason, she was finding it a bit more difficult to deal with the pain, and not remembering how she once had. Despite sitting completely still, it fucking hurt like hell if she even tried to move her head slightly. Maybe when Sabastian was out of the bathrooms, she could ask him to try and rub it out for her.

 

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"Tranquillizer? What do you..." it took a few moments for her muddled mind to make sense of his words and connect the dots. She looked over at the plate and then back to Francisco, her eyes showing confusion until she saw that black bag. Her expression quickly changed to one of fear and she shook her head slightly. It was odd; usually she would be panicked and crying at this point, but it felt like her body and mind were trying to slog through a muddy swamp. Everything just took so much effort to do.

Her graceful hands came up to gently grab his arms, though she had no strength to prevent him from pulling the bag down over her head. As it came down, her wavering voice could be heard saying, "please don't... I... it's too dark..." Were she more lucid, she would have completely understood the reasoning behind the tranquilizer. Had they not used it, she would probably have hyperventilated into the bag and passed out. While she was still weak, she was more docile and would walk along with him without any problems or nervous breakdowns.

Once the bag was on though, she weakly clung to one of his arms with both hands as though he was her lifeline. "Why is this... Why am I blind? I was good before..." She didn't understand, confused about why they were blinding her now when Niles had basically dragged her all the way down there at the beginning.

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"Does it now? Hm, doesn't sound like a bad idea to me"

Sabastian thought to himself how sexy Vin's voice could be sometimes, especially when he was flirting like this. The way that low voice washed over him made it easy for him to be swept away,

"It does smell very strong. You know how sensitive-" the blonde gasped slightly as Vin grinded against him more, his own hips pushing back against Vin despite his best efforts. "Mm. My nose! my nose is very sensitive." He finally managed to get the rest of the sentence out, his cheeks continuing to burn bright.

Doing it right there in the middle of the bathroom was very risky, especially since anyone could just walk in and see them pressing and grinding against one another. That sapphire eye couldn't help but glance nervously at the bathroom door, wondering if Vin was just teasing him, or whether he was going to take him into a stall. Technically, there was a lock on the main bathroom door, but that would probably be even more suspicious.

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Damien watched with interest as she jacked up the car, having never seen it done in person. Lizz seemed like a strong woman, and he wondered whether she ever got sore doing such hand-on work all day.

It was very hot, even with the sun slowly descending. The man was tempted to take off his own shirt, but he didn't want to make Lizz feel uncomfortable. He hadn't been present when Lizz had flirted with Cora, nor when she talked about her sexuality with Sabastian. It hadn't quite clicked for him that her reaction to Tiffany's lack of shirt might be caused by an interest in women. He simply attributed it to her being uncomfortable around general nudity, as a lot of people were.

Her question distracted him from his thoughts on the matter and he thought about it for a moment. "How much? Hmm... I think I paid about $300,000 for it, but it was a good investment. They're well-made and are said to last a long time." The man was completely nonchalant about the dollar amount, assuming that Lizz had probably seen a few expensive cars in her day.

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Inside, Tiffany sighed and walked into the hall, going to one of the back rooms to change into something other than her jeans. Maverick simply sat there chewing his gum, slumped back in a relaxed position as he sprawled his legs and waited for it to cool down.

 

[Drobabes]

He truly felt sorry for the little lamb, her fear obvious in the way she was panicking, even with the tranquilizer running strong through her system. If he could have, he would have simply walked her to their new location. However, not only did Kuznet not want anyone to find out about it, but they would be walking past some sights that no one needed to see. It was the reason he had knocked Quint out as well. Even a man such as him, who thought he had seen the most disgusting of things in battle, did not go unharmed by walking through those underground cells.

If someone were to see this, the first level of where they were now, they might be panicked sure, but it could be explained away. A prison of sorts still needed to exist, even in the apocalypse, and the torture room could easily be relabeled as interrogation. But how would they explain failed experiments on the eggs that they had collected, that were halfway grown? Into something almost human, but not quite making it there? How would they explain the dozens of cadavers lying in rows across the floors, barely covered by more than purple bloodied sheets, cut into and hacked apart to see how they ticked? Or the animals locked in cages, who had become infected with the same strange plague, and who seemed to be displaying intelligence on levels almost equal to that of their own?

"Why am I blind? I was good before..."

"You haven't done anything wrong Ms. Sayori, this is simply so I can move you to your new home. You are not being punished."

He didn't pull her hand away from his arm, but instead he bends down and scoops her little body up slowly, cradling her from under her knees and around her back, and then pulling her close to his chest. He then begins to walk them out, ignoring the protests of the other prisoners as they demanded to know where he was taking her, and why.

Once they were finally out of the cells and simply walking down the hall, his grip seems to loosen just the smallest amount, and his feet pick up the pace a bit until they stop. Moving her, he holds her small frame against his body with one arm so that he can reach out and call the elevator, the distinctive ding and sound of the doors opening being heard a moment later. Once they were inside, he pushed another button, and then they began to move.
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"I do. I also know your nose isn't the only thing that's sensitive."

His hands, practically burning up against his skin, roamed up his sides and along his ribs, gripping him enough so that it didn't tickle. Once he got to right under the pit of his arms, he let his rough calloused palms move to the front of his chest so that he could massage those perky little nipples.

Vin pulled back just enough to kiss his tender lips, letting out a little groan against his mouth as his own hips rocked forward again. He was keeping one ear on the door, but his lust for the little blond was growing. When he pulled back, he stared down into that jewel eye and smiled.

"You know, we haven't got to do anything since the lake... I'm tempted to drag you into that stall and bend you over..."
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Lizz was just about to bend down and get under the car, but she stopped and stared at him for a moment, her expression shocked.

"3k? Jesus, that's as much a damn Ferrari! What we're you doing before the world burned down?" she laughed. She then bent down and got on her knees before fully laying down on the ground and getting under there to take a better look. After a few moments of quiet, she let out a little "hmm..."
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Cora watched her go, a bit relieved that she was out of the women's presence. She really didn't like her, and only felt an overwhelming annoyance while she was in the room. Maverick was annoying too, but not nearly as much as Tiffany.

While she sat there and fiddled with her nails, she suddenly remembered that she had a good supply of Tylenol in the car. Maybe she would take one and then, once the pain had abated, she could actually move around enough to get her muscles loose.

She starts to stand up, intent on heading outside to get them, but as soon as she is almost on her feet, her back twists fiercely and the pain it causes is so intense that she can't help but let out a yelp, her hand flying behind her to grip her muscle. With tears in her eyes, she quickly sits back down.

"Goddamnit" she growls. That was the last time she was going to let herself fall asleep in any chairs.

 

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She had expected to be led alongside him, much like Niles had done but in a kinder fashion. Francisco could be stern, but he was truly the most human among the officers and she was grateful that it was him taking her. What she didn't expect was to be scooped up into his arms. It gave her a feeling of vulnerability and caused her to squeeze her body close to his. He had all the power in this situation, holding her when she was completely blind and weak; he could even drop her if he felt so inclined. However, something told her that she didn't have to worry about him being needlessly cruel.

Sayori offered not a peep when the other prisoners from across the way called out to them, still abiding by Kuznet's rule. In fact, she didn't say anything until she reached the elevator, that familiar ding sounding in the background. She couldn't see what button he pushed, but she could tell that they were moving downward. That in of itself was troubling, the fact that they were hiding her under more layers of rock and secrecy.

"I think we forgot the paints..." was all she said in a quiet voice, the woman needing something to focus on as they moved further downward.

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Sabastian shivered as those hot hands moved up his sides, knowing what the man was angling to do. If there was a sensitive place on his body, it was definitely his nipples (though to be fair, anywhere Vin touched felt extremely sensitive). When those big hands finally rubbed up against his pert rosebuds, he moaned, closing his eyes and arching his back slightly.

The next thing he knew, a pair of warm lips were crushing against his with need, reminding him that Vin was the only one who could make his heart race and his body melt under his touch. He kissed him back eagerly, the groan he heard only making him more hungry for Vin. Sabastian would have continued making out for hours, but Vin eventually pulled back to give him a smile. A smile that was just as sweet as their taste.

Honestly, the thought of having sex in a bathroom stall sounded very erotic to him. It was like one of those scenarios he read about where the two men were so overtaken by passion that they couldn't wait another moment and ended up moaning in the bathroom. The whole scene was something that was on his unofficial bucket list, just like having sex standing up, or giving a blowjob at a movie theater.

After thinking about it for a second, he gave Vin a coy smile and put his arms around Vin's neck, his body pressing up against him. "Maybe you should give in to temptation..."

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Damien shrugged, "I ran a major medical supply company that I inherited from my parents, so I was pretty well off." He gave her a small smile, wondering if that changed her opinion of him. It was a bit of a coin toss as to how people reacted to that sort of thing. Either they thought he was an entitled rich snob, or that he was someone to be amazed at as if having money made him some kind of superhuman. The only other reaction which was rare, was the one where someone was curious, but didn't really care. At least it was rare to him.

To be fair, he hadn't really let anyone get close enough to judge him based on anything other than appearances and rumors. Whoever he met with usually knew who he was, or if they didn't, they would look him up and then fawn over him in the hopes of currying favor. He had usually avoided all but those he needed to be in contact with, which were a select few people.

"What is it?" he asked curiously, walking over to where the lower half of her body was poking out from under the car. It occurred to him that maybe she needed some quiet to concentrate, so he added, "if you need some quiet, just let me know though."

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Since it was pretty quiet in there, Cora's little outburst was definitely heard by Maverick. He crossed his arms in his chair, both eyebrows raised as if almost impressed by her stubbornness. However, the man decided to extend his offer once more on the off-chance that she was in enough pain to accept at this point.

"You know, if it's that painful, one of your friends could seriously hurt you if you ask them to work it out. If they don't know what they're doing, they could permanently mess you up. Like the "granny Cora can always tell when it's about to rain because her back hurts" sort of way. I bet any of them would feel pretty shitty if they tried to help you and ended up making it worse." He tilted his head slightly to the side, wondering if she saw any logic in that argument.

 

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Francisco laughed out loud at her little comment, finding it pretty cute that that was her concern.

"Don't worry, you'll have a little more to do now than just paint. Not much more, but a little."

They descended down for quite some time, and when at last the elevator came to a stop, Francis's grip on her became just a bit tighter again as he waited for the doors to open. Once they did, he stood there for a moment. Then, seemingly making up his mind, he strode forward.

It was eerily quiet here, not even the moaning or slight shuffling sounds of other prisoners being heard. And it was cold. Freezing, almost, as if they had just stepped out in the middle of winter.

His bootsteps, ringing out loud against the hard floor, were the only thing that was hear for a few moments. Though Francisco tried not to, his body began to grow a bit more stiff, and not more than a few seconds after that happened, a sudden raucous of loud noises broke through the dead silence. Barking, hoots and howls, growling, and all other man of animal noises echoed throughout the room, it's cavernous shape making everything much more loud and haunting as the tones carried through the empty space. When at last it began to fade, they came to another stop, another door it would seem as the same sliding could be heard, and then shut behind them as he stepped inside, the animals cries being cut off abruptly.

Francis let out a little exhalation through his nose, his body relaxing once more, and then they continued on into the pits of hell.

"It's not much farther" he said quietly.
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He grinned, happy that his little blond was up for it. He could have tried to just lay down a bit of authority in his tone and drug him into the stall anyway, but with there being some extra people around, he didn't want to leave him feeling uncomfortable if he was really worried about it.

Reaching his hands down, he grips his plush ass and then lifts him up quickly so that Sabastian's legs can hug his waist as he takes them both into a stall. Once inside, he locks the door and then pushes Sabastian up against it, grinding into his groin as he claims his mouth with need.

It had only been a few days, but to Vin, it felt like an eternity. His cock was straining against his boxers painfully, seeking out the one who had drove it to become so erect.
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When Damien answered, she had simply looked at him and said "ooh, fancy. That would make some good money."

As he came up to her while she was laying under the car, she just scooted further in, presumably trying to get a better look.

"No, I don't need quiet. I actually work better when I'm talking to someone."

Her voice sounded a little distracted for a moment, which probably didn't give much away as she was looking for a problem.

"So medical company huh? Did you guys make medicine or just like, hospital supplies?"
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Cora looked up at him. Or, well, she tried to look up at him. Angling her neck hurt almost as bad as that sharp pain in her back.

Was what he said true? She had to admit, she didn't know a whole lot about massaging muscles or chiropractors, as Kuznet had only ever worked on her with more modern medicine, and even then, it was usually only for more...serious injuries. Dammit, if only she could just get up and get that Tylenol...nope. Nope, hurt way to much, and it was only getting worse by the minute.

"Can you do it if I leave my shirt on?"

She didn't sound angry or pissy, but there was definitely an edge to her voice.

 

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The further the elevator went down, the more unsettled she became. How deep did it go?! When they reached the bottom, she huddled close to him again. It was so cold down there, the woman was glad she at least had the warmth of his chest to focus on.

When the animal started getting vocal, the little lady turned her face toward him and rested it against his shoulder. All the unexplained, desperate animal noises were stressful, the drugged woman not being able to make heads or tails of what could be going on around her. When at last they reached the other side, she tilted her head slightly up.

"You're... you're not going to throw me in... the pit, are you? Officer..." she paused as though trying to remember the other officer's name, "Niles? said that you have a pit that you put dead people in." Of course when she said "you" she meant them, mainly Kuznet. Why else would he be taking her so far down and to a place so cold and scary? He had told her that she would have her own real bed, but maybe he was simply shielding her from the horrible truth, granting her one last mercy before throwing her in with however many bodies they already had in there.

Her tone wasn't angry or accusatory, merely worried. The sedative was doing wonders in keeping her fairly calm, the thought of being killed and dumped merely making her speak in a softer, meeker voice.

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The little man didn't need any prompting when Vin lifted him, his legs immediately wrapping around that firm waist of his as he was carried into the stall. God it felt good to be touching and kissing him again. Though Vin was still probably feeling the death of his friend, it was nice that he still had a fire in his chest and loins for Sabastian. Perhaps this would be a good outlet for him, a way to let off a little bit of steam and to seek comfort and pleasure during this tough time.

Though most of what was on Sabastian's mind was how horny he felt and how pleasurable it was to feel Vin's hard cock rubbing up against him so insistently. He loved that he made Vin so hard, that he was attractive enough to the man to be boner-worthy. The blonde held one of his hands around Vin's shoulder while the other caressed his face as they locked lips in a passionate exchange. To feel Vin in his ass again... that would be such a wonderful feeling.

Breaking off the kiss, he whispered in Vin's ear, "I can't believe we're actually fucking in a bathroom. What a naughty pair, you and I..." He ran his tongue up his ear before pulling back to look him in the eyes again with a suggestive smile. "Or maybe you're the naughty one. After all, I was just trying to jerk off in my stall like a good boy before you came in here." He giggled softly before kissing Vin once more, flicking his tongue teasingly against Vin's.

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He had no idea what parts were which, so he just assumed she was doing her own thing under there and that it was best to simply trust in the process. The man looked out toward the town to make sure no shuffling undead were headed their way.

"More like the second one. We manufactured medical supplies like gloves, masks, tools, and things of that nature. We were starting to branch into the medical machine business as well, but that was going to be a risky investment since the machines can be temperamental, but are always expensive." The man wondered how that would have gone had the world not turned upside down. Perhaps he would have only grown more rich and rotted away in a lonely mansion.

"What about you, Lizz. Obviously you're a mechanic, but do you have other interests when you're not solving the great mechanical puzzles?" He shifted, the urge to remove his shirt growing. "Hey, do you mind if I remove my shirt too? I don't want to make things weird if you're uncomfortable with that."

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Maverick shook his head at her question, "nope. Shirt comes off. Clothed massages are for people who just want a quick rub so they can sigh and say they feel relaxed. If I massage you, you would need to have a bare back for me. Why you ask? Well, it's because my hands need the grip of your skin while still being able to slide around a bit. I'm not going to lie- it's going to fucking hurt for you before it feels better, but it's better to work it out now and nip it in the bud before things get worse. So..."

The man got up and walked toward her, stopping about six feet away to still give her a bit of room. "Do you want a quickie massage that will make you feel better now, but make you continue to feel like shit later, or do you want a thorough massage that will hurt at first, but will have you leave "the office" after a one-time visit?" His expression was confident, the man completely convinced of his own skill. "I suppose you could also just decline entirely, but if that's what you do then I'd say good luck sleeping tonight."

 

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Francis looked down at her, deciding that they were far enough now that he could take the blindfold off. He stopped walking for a moment, holding her with one arm as he used the other to gently tug the bag off, then stuffing it in his pocket before using both his arms to hold her again before he continued walking.

"No Ms. Sayori, I am not taking you to the pit."

They were inside some kind of service tunnel, the lights somewhat dimmer than regular house lights, but still plenty bright enough to look around. It was just a few more steps before they reached a large metal door, which he used used a keycard to unlock before turning the physical locks with a key. Once he opened it, Sayori would be greeted with fresh, warm air.

Francis walked them inside and then sat her down on her feet. He kept one hand around her waist, knowing she would likely still be very unsteady on her feet. If he had to, he would pick her up again, but he wanted to see how she was doing.

The room, or rather, rooms, was quite large. There were no walls, but rather modern furniture and rugs separated the living spaces. There was a small dining area, with a table and seats enough for four people, to the left side. In the middle further back, there was a toilet and clear glass shower, along with a small sink and single shelf which had some towels folded on top. To the right, there was a little area which had, surprisingly, a small garden with an assorted variety of plants and ivies. In the middle of the garden was a chair, and directly over that, there was sunlight pouring in. In the middle of the room, there was a huge, king size bed with very dark curtains hung up around it, perhaps to block out the light if someone wanted to sleep in a little. There were other lights in the room as well, where the sunlight could not reach.

While the furniture was modern and the living space was set-up in an odd way, what perhaps was most curious was all the picture frames. Everywhere one could look, there were pictures. Almost all of them contained either Cora, Quint, or both of them, at various stages in their lives starting from what looked to be about six years old and going until present day. Many of the younger years looked happy, but, as they aged throughout them, their expressions became more and more sad. They never frowned in the pictures, but there was an obvious tenseness in their faces, a haunted expression in their eyes. Only when the pictures began to get closer to their adult stages did they seem to be happy again, although, in these pictures, they were never quite looking directly at the camera.

Very few of them did not have the twins in them, but the ones that didn't contained a gorgeous blond women with kind green hazel eyes, and a native american man with very light brown eyes, and who always seemed to be staring lovingly at the women rather than at the camera.

"Do you need some help to a seat? Or would you like to lay down?"
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That little lick to his ear had him wanting to rip his clothes off and take him hard, pounding into that tight little hole until they were both moaning out their bliss. He settled for just grinding against him a little harder and ravishing his mouth when the little man graced his lips once more.

Normally he would be in the mood to banter a bit more, tease him back for saying such naughty things, but right now he was so very hungry for him, for that release. He was wound up not only from the tragic news, but from the delicious sexual tension between the both of them over the last few days.

Gripping his ass a bit tighter for a moment, he moans into his mouth and then pulls back for some air, sitting Sabastian down on the ground as he does so. Once he's stable on his feet, he turns him around and lifts the little blonds hands up so that they are splayed out against the stall door. Moving forward, he pushes his chest against his back as he begins to lay teasing little kisses and bites along his neck, his rough hands busying themselves with unbuckling Sabastian's belt.

"You're going to have to stay quiet little man, otherwise I might have to gag you."

His tongue came out to lick along the line of bites he had left on his flesh, his light skin turning pink so easily even just from that small bit of pinching.
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"Well that's cool, I always kind of wondered where they got their supplies from. And I can definitely see that bringing in a lot of money, that stuffs always needed."

She 'hmm'd again, seemingly finding something of interest under there, though what it was, she didn't seem up to sharing just yet.

"Other interest? Ah, not a whole lot honestly. Machines are kind of my life; if I could, I would spend all my time working on them. Well, maybe not all my time... Hmm? Oh, yea sure, go for it. You're not going to be getting any thirsty looks from me" she laughed, then she started to wiggle herself back out from under the car. Once she was out, she stood up and dusted her ass and back off.

"Ok, well, you definitely lost all your oil, which like, duh. But what I find interesting is that, the part that holds it in is gone."

She leaned back against the car, wiping her brow with the neck of her shirt.

"It's basically just like a big lid that screws on, but they aren't exactly easy to get off when you need to do an oil change. If it were too easy, they would just come off all the time. And also, yours should have been attached to a little chain, so even if it did come unscrewed, it would still be there, swinging in the wind. But it's just gone" she said, tossing her hands up in the air and looking a bit flabbergasted.

"Like, did you take her off the main roads and tear over some rocks or something? I didn't see any dirt or obvious scratches under there that would indicate you did, but hey maybe you ran over something?"
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Cora bit her lip, listening to his advice. She really didn't like the idea of him touching her bare skin, but the thought of still not being able to move later was even worse. She was also slightly nervous that Damien would see him doing it, although, Damien had also looked to her when the offer was made to see if she was up for it. She was allowed to change her mind, wasn't she? She just hoped if he walked in he wouldn't be too angry. It's not like she could get up and walk outside to ask him, and it was only a massage. She sure as hell wasn't going to do anything sexual with the guy.

Finally making her decision, she gives a little nod, even that small movement stinging. Before he comes over, she reaches down and works her shirt up over her shoulders and head, but instead of taking it completely off, she leaves it around her arms and hugs it close to her body, covering her chest and stomach. He didn't need to massage her there to get the job done.

She was wearing a sports bra under her shirt, but the backing was just a thin bit of cloth, so she didn't think it would interfere with what he needed to do. And truth be told, she would have refused him outright if she were wearing one of her normal bras for fear of him 'accidentally' un-clipping it.

"I can't really stand up."

 

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Sayori's little heart beat quickly when they stopped, wondering if he was stopping because she had guessed right. The next thing she knew, she could see again, and his expression didn't look to be a scary one, or even one of pity. For that reason, she was inclined to believe him when he assured her that she wasn't going in the pit yet. Her body relaxed against him once more, and she used her regained sight to look around the service hallway.

How deep were they, she wondered. Escape seemed very unlikely at this point, regardless of her own disposition. Even if she were a brave (or foolish) person, she would have to go down this hallway, key into another door, through that cold, scary hallway, up the elevator, and out. All of those steps required key cards or passwords, and there was likely always a camera pointed at her. She wondered at the very least whether Quint would join her in the room someday with herself and Cora.

Her eyes fixed on the big, metal door. A pit her stomach as she dreaded what was behind it. She found herself holding her breath until they were inside, at which point her eyes widened and she simply stared in shock. The woman recognized that he had set her down, but she found that she wasn't able to move forward more because of the surprise than the sedative. Her eyes swept around the room, drinking in all of the different details in. Though since her mind was still fuzzy and slow, she had a hard time focusing on anything in particular.

While she heard Francisco, it took her a little time to respond. She looked at the big bed and felt a bit intimidated by it. The officer had told her that she would have a "real bed," but she was expecting a humble little twin with a decent blanket and pillow, not a grand king bed with privacy drapes. True, it would be for both Cora and herself, but it was still a very large bed for two people. She wanted to lie down, but she almost felt afraid of the bed itself for some reason.

However, the chair in the sun caught her attention and she pointed at it, feeling a bit confused. She started to question her memory, wondering if they really had gone downward in the elevator. The thought disoriented her, the woman almost not believing her eyes at this point. "How..? I thought... I thought we were underground?" Sayori tried a step forward, finding that while she was wobbly, she could probably walk there. After a few cautious steps, she thought she might be able to move normally. Unfortunately she had overestimated herself and her legs gave out at the wrong moment, sending her falling backward.

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Vin seemed to like what he said judging by how he only seemed to get more aggressive in his kissing and grinding. It was so passionate that he started becoming dizzy and had to concentrate on not creaming his pants, which became only more difficult with each lustful grind between their groins. It was almost a relief when Vin pulled back and set him down, though he wouldn't have been able to pull back himself at that point.

He panted as he was turned around and positioned to Vin's liking, his back arching slightly as Vin bent over him. How his chest was so hot he didn't know, perhaps he had lava flowing through his veins. The blonde couldn't help shivering once more as he felt that trail of kisses and nips, the little man whimpering with need at the delicious stings he felt from the pinches of the man's teeth.

When Vin reminded him that he needed to be quiet, he blushed and nodded. "I'll try, but it's going to be hard when everything you do feels so good. I'm barely holding on as it is." With that being said, he pushed his ass back against Vin's bulge, rubbing up against it as his belt was undone.

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Damien chuckled at her comment about his shirt, feeling a bit more relaxed with her. He pulled his shirt up over his head and set it down on the hood on the car. The man crossed his arms again and hovered near where Lizz was wiggling out, though he decided to back up a little to give her some room to get up.

As he listened to Lizz, his face became more and more concerned, though he kept his thoughts to himself. There was hardly any bump he could think of that would be able to unscrew and unchain a plug in the car. Perhaps it could break the chain maybe, but the plug wouldn't have been unscrewed. The fact that it was just gone including all of the chain was extremely troubling. As much as he didn't want to think about it, all that she said pointed to human hands tampering with his car. Usually he would have discounted that possibility, but based on the messages he had seen... He suspected that maybe whoever sent them was messing with them.

Why would they fuck with his car though? The only explanation would be to force them to stop... It would make sense since he hadn't noticed them being close enough to tail him, giving them the opportunity to catch up while they stopped to repair or get another car. It was true that they could have done it to simply get him to stop so they could ambush them, but they could have just waited for them to stop as they did every night.

"Nope. No big bumps or anything like that. I might not have noticed the engine light when I was driving, but my car will beep if it detects something wrong with the engine when I start the car up and it didn't. That points to the part coming off today while I was driving, but we've been on smooth pavement all day. Any bumps we had would only jostle the car a bit." He looked down at the car, brows knit.

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He looked down at her, nodding as she took her shirt mostly off. The man had hoped that she would take it completely off with her bra so he could get a glimpse of her, but for professional purposes, this would do. Just from looking at Cora normally, one could tell she had a pleasing body so he would have liked to see it.

"I need you to be laying face-down on a flat surface if at all possible. Would you be opposed to me clearing off the office desk and carrying you over there? I could do it on the floor in here if you'd prefer that, but in that situation, I would be straddling you to be in a good position to work your muscles. I don't mind doing that, but you'd have to vouch for me if Damien comes in so that he doesn't try to start shit with me, especially since the noises you're going to make aren't going to be good ones."

The man started to walk away toward the outside door, glancing at her and saying, "think about it for a sec. I'll be back." Near the door outside, he had laid down a towel and put four of his massage stones there to soak up some heat from the sun. Putting a hand on them, he was satisfied by how warm they were at this point. They would cool down a bit by the time he was actually using them. He had intended on using them for Tiffany to possibly get her in the mood to give him head later, but they would help him get Cora's muscles loose. Walking back inside he walked past Cora and put them on a seat in the office before returning to her.

"So?"

 

[Drobabes]

Francisco waited for her to finish looking around, knowing that the sedative would leave her mind a bit fuzzy and slow. Once she had started to walk forward, he walked with her, careful to stay close behind. And just as he assumed she might, she started to fall.

Reaching out, he caught her easily under her arms, pushing her back up onto her feet and then moving over to her side again. Instead of letting her walk on her own this time, he put his arm back around her waist and pulled her body against him as he helped her over to the little garden.

"Ah, clever trick actually. It's just some UV lights hooked up under a panel in the roof. Usually they are used for growing plants indoors, but they provide the full spectrum of UV, so you should be able to get plenty of vitamin D."

Once they were in the garden, he sat her down in the chair and stood back, letting his hands go to rest behind him back.

"I don't suggest sitting here for too long, though, they will still give you a nasty sun burn."

He turned away from her then, taking the details of the room in himself. It had been a very long time since he had been in a room like this.
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"I'm barely holding on as it is."

Vin smirked as he tugged the little mans pants down, letting them drop before running his hands over his soft cheeks and giving him a teasing squeeze.

"Are you now? I wonder how many times you'll cum before I'm done with you, then..."

He sucked on his earlobe for a moment as his hand reached around and began to slide between the crease of his ass, slowly moving up and down as if he were taunting him.

"I'm going to need a little help here," his voice rumbled, soft and low.

"It's not going to feel very good if your not ready to take my cock."
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She looked at him a bit quizzically as he spoke, her own brows knitting a bit. When he was done, she one of her fingers up and said, "one sec" before she got back down on her knees and scooted back under the car. She was only down there for a moment before she scooted back out and stood up, holding something in her hand. When she opened her palm, she had a little piece of something brown, and she used her fingers to pick at it. It came apart easily in little chunks.

"Did you guys stay with anyone? I don't think any of you would be stupid enough to pull a prank in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Look," she said, holding a piece up to him.

"That's cork bark. There was just a little bit around the edge of the metal. Someone used some cork to stuff it so the oil wouldn't leak out until you were already on the road, and then it probably fell out while you were driving. My cousin did that to my truck once, I had to woop his ass."
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God this was getting more and more complicated, why couldn't he just do it on the chair? Why did he need her laying down? She definitely wasn't going to lay on the floor; no way in hell was she going to let him straddle her. It was too risky, her anxiety couldn't handle that.

As he left her alone for a minute to think, she really wished Damien would come in so she could talk to him about it. It hurt so bad to she was almost to the point of crying, but surely it couldn't actually stay like this all night could it? But if it did, and she couldn't move...shit, what if something happened and they needed to leave, and fast? She would be dead weight.

By the time that Maverick comes back in, she's managed to work her shirt back over her shoulders and down over her back. When he asks her what she's decided on, she gives him a bit of a worried look and then looks toward the door.

"Let's clear off a table. But...can you go get Damien, please? I want him to carry me over..."

 

[Poprockz]

Ah, so the light was fake then- it wasn't really sunlight, but rather it was a good imitation. Still, as they approached, its warmth and comfort couldn't be denied and it almost made it feel like they weren't deep underground. A girl could pretend, couldn't she?

When they finally arrived at the chair, she sighed and sank into it. The feeling of warm light on her skin was something she never thought she would feel again so it was amazing to say the least. She closed her eyes and basked in the light, breathing in the smell of plants and dirt. After a little sigh, she looked over at Francisco and leaned forward a little bit, wondering to herself when the sedative would wear off. It had only been about twenty minutes since she ate, so she didn't know how long it would last.

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. There were simply too many questions competing for which to be asked first that she couldn't voice any of them. Leaning back in the chair, she closed her eyes and simply listened to him speak. He had a nice voice, one that she could listen to for ages. "Do you know when the sedative will wear off? I suppose lights usually go off an hour after dinner usually, but... I think I would like to take a shower before I sleep." She didn't care whether the water was warm, lukewarm, or cold. Whatever it was, having her body cleaned of every dried drop of blood and semen would be wonderful.

Sayori had done her best to clean herself off after Niles, but she was sure there was still evidence of his lust on the back of her thighs.

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"Are you now? I wonder how many times you'll cum before I'm done with you, then..."

Sabastian felt a tingle of pleasure go down his neck from the way his earlobe was suckled, not to mention the sexy things his partner was saying. If he had to guess, he was going to cum at least twice. He felt pretty pent up already and was so close to cumming when Vin had walked in earlier. He would be willing to bet that he would cum when Vin entered him at the beginning to start off.

"I would take your cock dry if it meant having you inside me," Sabastian said softly, but he obliged Vin's request and his appendage grew from his side, coming back to rest at the very top of his crease. It simply leaked lube, letting the slippery liquid slide down his crease until it reached Vin's hand. However, it then slid downward and actually slipped into his ass, the little blonde letting out a little gasp and moving up onto his toes for a moment. When it pulled out, a strand of lube connected between his ass and the tentacle until it broke and the tentacle went back into his side. It was obvious that it had squirted more of the lube inside him from the way his ass was leaking very slightly.

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When he saw her bring up the cork bits and she explained what it was, he stiffened. So that's how they had done it. They had unscrewed the cap, clipped the chain, and shoved a cork in there. And now, not only did they have to find a replacement part, but they also had to find more oil if they wanted to continue on in this car. Why were they doing this today of all days? He didn't like any of this one bit.

"No. We didn't stay with anyone... We've been on the road for several days," the man said quietly, his steely eyes fixed on the car as he tried to figure out what the hell they wanted from him.

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Maverick looked a bit disappointed in her answer, the man having wanted to at least get the opportunity to carry her. He put his hands up though and said, "alright alright. I'll go grab him." While he did want to touch her a little, he wasn't going to hold her down and force her- his style was much more about persistence and taking opportunities when they came.

Turning, he left her there and walked outside, going over to Damien and Lizz. Damien looked up at him as he approached, wondering what he could possibly want. Surely he didn't come out there just to hit on Lizz.

The other man looked Damien in the eye and gestured at the door behind his shoulder with his thumb. "Cora needs a massage to work out her muscles but I need to take her to the desk in the office to do it. She insisted that you be the one to carry her in there."

Damien pursed his lips and glanced at Lizz, "well, if she needs help, then I'll definitely come inside. You should probably come inside too. We're going to lose daylight soon, and none of us should be outside alone." He wasn't saying it, but it could be seen in his face and body language that he was a bit worried about Cora. If she was in enough pain to allow Maverick to put his hands all over her back, then it must be very painful.

 

[Drobabes]

Francis had walked over to one of the pictures while she took a moment to rest. It was one of the pictures that didn't have Quint or Cora in it, but the other couple. He was holding it in his hand, his thumb running along the glass absentmindedly when she spoke up. He put it down rather quickly, like he just got caught doing something wrong, before turning around and giving her a small smile.

"Not for a few more hours at least, Ms. Sayori. I suggest you get some sleep and use the shower in the morning. The shelves will have soap. The temperature will drop a bit during the night to promote better sleep, but it will warm back up in the morning once the lights come on."

He looked over his shoulder, at the picture, and then back to her.

"Well. Duty calls. Let me help you to the bed before I go."
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He smiled at that slutty little admission, although he wondered if Sabastian actually would want that. It could be quite painful and he wasn't sure if the little man actually knew what he was talking about.

When he felt that warm liquid drip down onto his hand, he looked down, intent on starting to play with that tight little ring. What he hadn't expected to see was Sabastian use an appendage on himself, most likely adding more of the warm liquid inside. The way that he rocked forward, obviously feeling an immense amount of pleasure, and let out that gasp, made a shiver of lust run down his own spine. It was a strange sight to see, but it was unexpectedly erotic and Vin found himself craving more of it.

"Sabastian, do that again. Play with yourself."

He wasn't asking, and he didn't seem to be expecting any kind of 'no' for an answer, as right as he said it, he let his now slippery hand reach under him to gently fondle his soft pouch, rolling and tugging his balls between his talented fingers. Vin hadn't thought about it before, but if Sabastian could use his own appendage to stretch himself out and make himself ready to take him, then he could use his hands to continue to tease the little blond.
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Cora would have felt bad for the look on his face had she not expected that he had ulterior motives. As it was, she simply gave a little nod and said "thank you."

When Maverick came outside, Lizzy had just been getting ready to add a bit more input on the situation, but she stopped when she saw him. She nodded to Damien, then started towards the door as well. Just before they went inside, she shot Maverick a little smile and bumped his side lightly with her elbow.

"Well aren't you being nice," she said teasingly.

"And here I thought you only had your mind on one thing."

When Damien got inside and approached her, Cora could barely sit herself up straight to look at him, and she winced again as she tried. Giving him a bit of an apologetic smile, she tried to put on a brave front.

"I think that's the last time I let myself fall asleep in a chair," she said, before leaning forward again and letting out a small sigh. When she next spoke, she spoke very quietly so that only he could hear her.

"I was trying to ignore it until it goes away, but I'm scared I'll be dead weight if something happens and we have to leave..."

Her hazel eyes looked up at him, a mixture of worry and fear in her expression. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get hurt because they had to carry her.

 

[Poprockz]

She sighed and nodded, getting up and letting him help her to the enormous bed. With her small frame, it almost felt like the bed was going to swallow her up, though she could already feel her normal drowsiness compounding with the sedative since her body had adjusted quickly to her new bedtime. The fact that the room's very temperature would change just so she could sleep better was a bit odd to her considering just last night she had slept on a sad excuse for a prison bed.

The woman was sad to see Francisco go, wishing he could have stayed with her a bit longer. It was not in the cards for her though, and shortly after he left the lights went off and the room started becoming a bit cooler. She snuggled under the covers though, the blankets warm and soft, and soon she was fast asleep in this new cage.

Upon waking up the next morning, she was completely lucid and more than capable of moving around and forming cohesive thoughts. She looked at the garden and then around the rest of the room. The photos were quickly noticed and she wondered how she hadn't seen it first thing upon entering. It was almost creepy how many photos there were, and she wondered why he felt he needed to have so many.

Yawning, she stretched and rubbed her eyes and pulling back the covers. She made her way over to the bathroom and relieved herself before washing her hands and undressing. A shower would be her first order of business today, and then she could try to explore the new space and try to make sense of all this. Her memory was a bit foggy for yesterday evening, but she didn't think there was anything too important to be remembered.

She was just about to get into the shower before she caught a glimpse of herself in the little sink mirror. Her eyes widened as she saw the large bruise on her face where he had gripped her hard, her fingers coming up to lightly trace along the edges of the bruise. It was terrifying what he was capable of, especially since he hadn't even been very angry at her. At most, she imagined he had been a bit annoyed. Sayori swallowed hard and tore her eyes away from the mirror, hugging herself for a moment before stepping in the shower and turning it on.

The water was hot and comforting, the woman simply standing there and closing her eyes for a moment before starting to wash herself. When she was done, every inch of her body had been cleaned, her short hair shampooed and conditioned. She stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself, bending over and starting to rub another towel in her hair to dry it out a little bit.

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Vin was right on the money; Sabastian didn't know what he was talking about regarding taking Vin dry. Honestly, he knew it would hurt, but he didn't know the extent of how painful it could be. Still, he had wanted him to know how badly he craved the man and it seemed like a sexy thing to say.

He had closed his eyes, expecting Vin to start fingering him, but it never came. Instead, his eyes opened quickly and he turned to look at Vin in shock after he asked him to play with himself. His cheeks burned as he looked a bit hesitant, opening his mouth to question what he was asking before he felt that hand start to fondle him underneath. It wasn't fair how his big hand could elicit such feelings in his body, making him too weak to do much but turn his head back toward the stall door and pant for a moment.

Timidly, his appendage came back out, slipping down his crease once more and then inside him again. It was thinner than Vin's cock, but it could technically go much deeper (he wasn't going to test that though, not anytime soon anyway). He moaned softly as it started moving, sliding in and out of his ass slowly, the silicone-like feel of it feeling so pleasurable. It felt odd, fucking himself with his own appendage, especially since that sensitive tip was also being rubbed from within him.

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Maverick grinned at Lizz and replied, "what can I say? I just have such a bleeding heart."

A few moments after Damien, Lizz, and Maverick came inside, Tiffany returned from wherever it was that she had walked off to. At this point, she was wearing a pair of short shorts that came just to the bottom of her ass, not showing anything, but looking more like denim briefs. On her hips though, there were several strings that were high-placed, indicating that she was definitely wearing a G-string or some such similar thong that matched her bra.

Her eyes went to Cora, then to the rest of them, wondering what they were doing. She simply waited to find out, brushing some of her pink hair behind her shoulder as she watched.

Damien completely ignored Tiffany's presence, or anyone else's for that matter as he came over to Cora and listened to what she had to say. She seemed to still have a bit of her humor, but there was no denying that she was stiff and that each movement seemed to cause her to tense in pain. If it meant having her feel more comfortable, he would be amenable to the massage, even encourage it.

"If we had to leave like that, it would be Sabastian helping out, and we both know he's more than capable of making sure you're both safe, especially since he's great at... multitasking." What he meant as he spoke in a low voice was that with multiple arms and with his strength, holding Cora would be an easy task even while fighting off zombies. Still, he wanted the pain gone.

"Regardless, I don't want you to be in pain, so I'm more than happy to carry you in there and stay with you until he's done, okay?" He reached out and tucked some hair very gently behind her ear before moving forward. The man put his arm under her legs and across her back, very slowly lifting her in a feat of leg-strength as he held her as still as he could. Once up, he carefully carried her to the office, watching as Maverick cleared off the desk quickly and patted it.

"Face down." Maverick said, Damien nodding and setting her down on her side, very gingerly pulling and supporting her into a position on her stomach.

Maverick reached down and pulled up her shirt, carefully lifting her head so that her shirt was bunched like it was before. Once that was done, he pulled her bra straps down so that they looked more like a shoulder less shirt.

"Hey." Damien warned, not understanding why he needed to expose so much of her skin.

Maverick sighed and turned, grabbing his rocks and looking at Damien, "okay, that's all the access I need. Now. The stones are going to loosen things up, and while they're warm, it's still not going to feel super good. When I'm done with the stones, I'm actually going to work the kinks out of your neck and muscles, and that is going to hurt, so if you guys need to hold hands, I'll warn you when I'm ready to get hands-on. Sound good? Are you ready?"

 

[Drobabes]

"You are very beautiful, Sayori. I can see why he chose you."

The General was sitting at the end of the bed, a relaxed smile on his face as he watched her. He had another suitcase on the bed next to him, which was sitting open, though it was difficult to see the contents inside from where she was in the bathroom.

After a moment more of simply observing her, he stood and put his hands behind his back before walking over to her slowly. His eyes scanned the bathroom as he walked, seemingly looking around at the walls until he was beside her, and then they traveled her face. Reaching one hand forward, he ran his thumb first along her bottom lip, pulling it to the side slightly with a bit of pressure, and then down along the bruise on her jaw, all the way back to her ear.

"Beautiful" he murmured softly, his hand then moving behind her ear to weave his fingers through her hair. His whole hand then grasped the back of her head, suddenly squeezing with just a slight pressure as he turned and used it as a way to guide her little body forward. He had moved one of the chairs from the kitchen area over next to the bed, and it was here where he forced her to sit, pushing down on her head until she obeyed, before releasing the grip in her hair. He then took a seat on the bed, opposite her.

"What do you think of all this, Sayori. It will be very familiar to my little Cora when she comes home, but to you, this is all new. How do you like it?"
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He had simply stared down at him when he had looked back in shock, his own expression neutral as he waited for him to do as he was told. As soon as he did, Vin let out a heavy breath of his own, watching as the appendage slipped between his cheeks so easily and made the blond move in such erotic ways; ways in which he probably wasn't even aware he was moving.

His back was arched and his ass was pointed back at Vin in such a way that it looked as if Sabastian were showing off to him, giving him an erotic show of how he was fucking his own ass and rocking up on his toes as if he wanted nothing more than to be taken fast and hard. His hands up on the door were tense, as if he wanted to curl his fingers into claws, and it made Delvin think of how good it would feel to have those claws rake down his flesh as he pounded into him as far as he could go.

Changing the pace of his hand a bit, he switched from gently tugging to a bit of light squeezing, intermittently letting off the pressure to simply roll his soft balls between his fingers before going back to rhythmically squeeze them. Leaning forward again, he put his other hand up on the door, over Sabastian's, and squeezed his fingers with more pressure as he leaned his face down to seek out those soft lips, drawing him into hungry kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds before Vin broke it off and looked down at him, his own lust written all over his face.

"That's my good boy" his voice rumbled.

"Now add another one. Stretch yourself for me; show me how much you want me to fuck you."

Before Sabastian could have a chance to answer him, or saying anything to those smoldering words, Vin bends down and kisses him once more, his own lips forcing Sabastian's apart so that he can slip his tongue inside.
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He was right, of course. Sabastian would be helping them, and he would be more than capable of handling it. She trusted that grumpy, kind-hearted, brave little man as much as she did Damien. Why hadn't she thought of that? In hindsight, she felt a bit foolish. Maybe she should have just asked Damien to get her the Tylenol. Maybe she still could...

"Regardless, I don't want you to be in pain, so I'm more than happy to carry you in there and stay with you until he's done, okay?"

Cora looked up as she felt that warm hand on her cheek, lightly brushing across it as he tucked her hair back. It helped to quell the anxiety, if only for a moment, and she gave him a small nod.

Picking her up had hurt just a little, but she trusted him not to drop her, so she didn't clench her body up as much as she might have if Maverick had tried to move her. And once he had her on the table, she felt a lot better, having something solid to support her weight so she could relax.

That momentary reprieve was short lived, as as soon as Maverick started getting her shirt worked up over her shoulders, Cora felt a horrible knot of anxiety build in her chest. Suddenly she found herself unable to speak, the anxiety making her all but mute, and it was only Damien's voice giving Maverick a warning as he pulled her bra down that she didn't start crying. As soon as Maverick moved his hands away from her, it suddenly clicked for Cora.

It wasn't that she was nervous about someone besides Damien touching her, it was the situation. It was too familiar. The hard flat surface, the horrible pain, being unable to move...she was getting anxiety from it triggering memories. She needed to calm herself down. This wasn't the same, no one here was going to hurt her. Of course, she could tell herself this all she liked and it still wouldn't stop her spiraling downward.

"Sound good? Are you ready?"

There was a long moment of silence from Cora as she tried to pull herself together enough to speak, and she has to squint her eyes shut for a moment.

"Yea, that's fine Maverick. It already hurts like hell."

Before she opened her eyes again, she let out a long, slow breathe, hoping that it wouldn't come off as suspicious. Her back was on fire-she could blame it on that if asked. Or maybe say her hands were shaking because he had said it was going to hurt a lot at first.

"Hey Damien..." she said, a little more quietly, then waited for him to come over to her so she could see his face. That hansom face that always made her laugh, even when she thought she couldn't.

"Did you ever watch any tv shows?"

She gave him a little smile, hoping he would be up for a little banter. Just something to distract her.

"Cause you totally remind me of a certain character from one of them..."

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori looked up in alarm, her eyes quickly fixing upon him, wondering to herself how a man that big could be so quiet. It felt like her feet were glued to that same spot, the lady simply watching as he got up and approached her. She had expected for him to show up eventually, but she hadn’t expected it to be so soon, nor to be wrapped in a towel when it did happen. To be fair, the long shirt he gave her didn’t provide too much more coverage, but at least it wasn’t at risk if being dislodged with a single tug.

Her body tensed and she stood completely still when his hand came to her face, the woman not daring to look away from him, but being unable to meet his eyes as well. His hand was so gentle, so deceivingly tender. She wasn’t going to let her guard down anytime soon though, so she remained tense and waited for him to do something other than caress her.

She soon found herself being guided over to the chair, the slight grip in her hair letting her know that he wasn’t asking, that point reinforced by how he pushed on her head to get her to sit down. It seemed odd that he was asking her opinion of the place, but perhaps he was just making conversation.

“It’s like a very large, modern studio apartment, so it has a good atmosphere. The bed is very comfortable and warm and... very big. I like the garden and the UV light most of all; it’s nice to feel like I’m outside. The only thing that would make it better would be a treadmill or something. I don’t know her, but it seems like she might be the sort of person who would like an outlet for pent-up energy. I would find it nice too.” She paused for a moment before wondering if she had said too much, the woman shrinking in her seat and glancing at the bruise on her arm before looking at her lap. She added quickly, “not that I’m asking, I’m sorry. It’s much much better than a cell.”

She wanted to ask him why there weren’t any photos of himself in the room, but she held her tongue. He had asked her what her opinion was, not whether she had questions, and she might have already annoyed him. While she had been afraid of him before, she hadn’t quite been as jumpy around him until she had seen just how easy his switch could be flipped. Since then, she didn’t feel like she could really talk to him.

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The squeezing was so erotic, Sabastian completely enamored with his right grasp. He panted as his body swayed slightly from his own thrusting, Vin’s brief kiss pulling him further into the haze of bliss.

He wanted two of his appendages in his ass? Sabastian was about to at least ask for confirmation before he felt that hungry mouth swoop in and claim his own once more, the blonde losing his train of thought and losing himself to the taste and lust of Vin’s demanding tongue. He wanted Vin’s cock so badly, and if he needed to fuck himself with two appendages to do it, then so be it.

The second appendage extended from his side and approached his ass, rubbing itself in the lube before slipping inside alongside the first. It made him moan loudly into Vin’s mouth, his ass clenching slightly on the two tentacles but unable to prevent them from easily slipping in and out. They alternated, wiggling and thrusting inside of him as Vin leaned against his back. It felt amazing, the two appendages stirring up his insides.

He couldn’t even warn Vin before he whimpered and thrust his hips forward, his cock spurting his creamy white cum onto the lower part of the stall door, the viscous liquid starting to drip down slowly. He was surprised that he came when Vin wasn’t even touching his cock, but he attributed it to all the other stimulation he was receiving.

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When Cora called him over, he had crouched down so she could look at him without moving her neck, the man smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. To be honest, he was nervous about the whole thing, hoping that Maverick wasn’t just pretending to know what he was talking about just to get to touch her. The pervertedness he could almost let slide, but if he fucked up her back he would be livid.

“Hm... I watched some shows from time to time. What character were you thinking of?” He was curious, intrigued by the suggestion that he reminded her of someone.

Meanwhile, Maverick’s skilled hands pressed the stones lightly against her upper back, moving and rubbing them against the muscles. While it might hurt a bit, it would alleviate a bit of tension and hopefully cause her muscles to relax and loosen up more. Some had told him before that it almost felt like a good kind of pain, though he had never been a fan of pain himself. Thankfully for everyone, the man was as skilled as he was horny, his hands moving the rocks in a very controlled manner.

He was surprised at just how tight her muscles were. It was as though they were used to being tensed and tightened on a daily basis. Typically, that pointed to chronic abuse, or untreated anxiety. The man remembered back to her comment about being weird about who touched her, and he imagined he knew which of the boxes she fit into.

 

[Drobabes]

"A treadmill?" he said, his eyes turning to the suitcase as he pulled out a large envelope. Once it was in his lap, he reached up to a pocket and pulled out a small army knife, cutting the envelope open and spilling the contents out onto his lap. It appeared to be pictures. Once they were out of the envelope, he began to line them up on the bed next to him, layering them over each other just slightly, but angled downward so that Sayori could see them. Many of the photos were of Cora and Damien, but a few had the blond man from the other photograph that he had showed to Quint, and a darker skinned man with long black hair. They all appeared happy and smiling in the photo.

One picture in particular he picked up and then handed to her. It was a picture of Cora, naked, with Damien holding her up and spreading her legs wide as he fucked her from behind. The couple was slightly obscured by a curtain on either side, which would indicate that whoever had taken the photo had likely taken it from outside or up in a tree.

"I've been particularly fond of this picture," Kuznet said, reaching forward to tap it with his finger before turning back to the other photos.

"Every time I see it, I think of how much I'm going to enjoy breaking her little toy."

He was silent for a moment, his fingers lightly grazing over the other photos before coming to stop over the blond man. He plucked it and brought it up, then turned it around for her to see. The man was leaning up against the side of a tree, an somewhat sheepish smile on his face. Below him, the man with long dark hair was sitting on the ground, and on the other side of the tree, Damien was lying back against the trunk with Cora in his arms. Her hand was laid over his chest, as if she were trying to feel his heartbeat.

"I've been away for too long, I believe. All my work, all my training...I think she's forgotten. My little Cora has been acting like a whore."

He sat the photo back down on the bed, then took the other photo from her and began to gather them back up to put in the envelope.

"I taught her better than that. She is above these little street mutts."
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He groaned, having heard that little whimper before feeling the way his body jerked underneath his own. It was too much for him. If he didn't free his cock and get some relief, right now, he was going to go crazy.

Pulling back from his lips, he panted and let his hand go so that he could focus for a moment, all but tearing his belt out of his pants to get it off. Once it was open, he immediately unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then shimmied his boxers down. He let his hot, throbbing cock lay against the small of Sabastian's back as he reached down to gently pull his appendages from his tight little ass, groaning again as he saw the way his hole gaped. He was absolutely dripping from his own session, and Vin couldn't wait to feel that warm liquid slipping over his meat.

Moving back just enough to line his cock up, he let his head kiss that sweet little hole, his other hand coming down to grip Sabastian's hip. He pushed forward slowly, but insistently, completely set on burying himself fully unless Sabastian objected.
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The rocks felt almost too hot against her skin, but as he kept working them, she started to appreciate what they were doing to her muscles. It was still uncomfortable, but the tension was slowly leaving. It was strange, she had always wanted to get a professional massage, but she never had for fear of getting triggered and freaking the masseuse out.

"What character were you thinking of?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but then stopped. Her eyes looked at his and then creased a little as her mouth twisted up into a little grin.

"Hmm. How about I give you some hints, and let's see if you can guess the show?"

Trying to think of something rather than just having idle conversation might keep her mind more focused, especially when Maverick started to loosen the knots. That's what she was the most worried about, but she didn't want to focus on the worry itself either and work herself up more was necessary.

 

[Poprockz]

"A treadmill?"

"Mm," Sayori simply nodded and made a noise of acknowledgement, wondering what his own thoughts were on the subject. She doubted he was there to talk about things as mundane as treadmills though.

The movement he was making drew her curious gaze, and she soon saw him empty out the photos and start to arrange them, picking out that one photo and handing it to her.

She didn't want that photo, didn't want to hold it in her hands. Regardless, she took it from him and forced herself to look. Cora looked absolutely in bliss, even though she could see that he was deep inside her ass. It didn't make sense; maybe he had done to her what Niles did to Sayori, or maybe she was faking it for him.

Part of her deep down felt like maybe he deserved what Kuznet was going to do to him. How many women had he taken? How many people had he killed since the zombies came? And yet, that part of her that wanted him to suffer scared her. She didn't want to be an evil man like the general, she just wanted Damien to feel the pain she had felt, the fear and vulnerability. Sayori stared hard at the photo, wondering what kind of person she would turn into someday. Everyone had a choice to either let bitterness consume them, or to fight to become better.

Her eyes went to the new photo, looking at each of them in turn. The black-haired man and the blonde were both very attractive, but she got the feeling from their body language that they were together. Upon looking at another photo, it only seemed to confirm her suspicions. She was more than happy to give up that photo of them, watching again as he gathered the photos up.

Sayori opened her mouth to reply but quickly closed it and simply watched him shuffle the photos. Cora was a very sensitive subject for him, so there was no way to know whether any comments would be received well by him. It was better to be quiet and let him speak as he wanted about her. There was no doubt that he was obsessed with her, feeling a powerful possessiveness that probably slipped off the edge into insanity. She had tried to say that maybe Cora was with him simply to use him, but the way he bent that paintbrush... he didn't want to hear anything about Cora that wasn't about her immediately being "home."

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That orgasm had been wonderful, but he still craved more. The man continued to fuck his own ass, lewdly making out with Vin as the slick sounds of the tentacles filling up his ass echoed around the bathroom. He wondered if Vin was going to make him put a third appendage inside, or whether he was going to take him with his own girthy appendage.

Sabastian soon got his answer, his mouth being given a bit of time to rest as the man behind him quickly disrobed. He rested his face against the stall door and closed his eyes, panting as he waited for Vin to tell him what to do next. However, it was more of a nonverbal command, the gentle removal of his appendages. Obviously he wanted that gaping little hole all to himself at this point. One of his appendages slunk back into his body, but the other remained outside, slipping in between his thighs to wrap around his cock. The tentacle was slick, slipping over his cock as he started to stroke himself.

His hips involuntarily jerked as the appendage rubbed its tip around the head of his cock, another whimper coming from him as he felt Vin line himself up. He wanted it more than anything, every last inch. It felt like Vin was going so slowly, so when he was about halfway in, Sabastian pushed back on the man, swaying his ass slightly back and forth as he moved back and swallowed Vin's length until his cheeks were pressed against his hips.

"Fuck me hard...please," he panted raggedly, his voice desperate with need.

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"Is it Buttercup from the Powerpuff girls?" Maverick smirked.

Damien furrowed his brows at the man and shook his head. He hadn't actually watched that show, but he knew the character was always scowling and grumpy. "You don't get a guess, Maverick." He then opened his mouth to ask for a hint but ended up being interrupted.

"Hey, I am massaging her with literally no payment, not even a glance at her chest or a quick grope of her ass. I think I deserve at least a few guesses for good behavior." The masseuse chuckled, making sure not to let the rocks linger too long on any one spot. He wanted those particular muscles that were troubling her to be looser, but to target them would only make her tense more. It was better to simply let her back relax on its own.

The steely-eyed man raised his eyebrow, an unamused look on his face. "Fine. You get three guesses. I'm not going to give you any more than that simply for being a decent human being." He sighed and looked at Cora again. "Okay, so I need a hint to start out with." The man gave her a little smile, eager to play her little game.

Outside the office outside of Cora or Maverick's field of vision, Tiffany was looking into the office window, her breasts smushed up against the glass. She hadn't been noticed by Damien yet, but she was waiting for him to look up since it was only a matter of time.

 

[Drobabes]

Kuznet continued on as if their conversation were normal, everyday chatter.

"I have so many plans for him. With Quinton's ability to heal wounds, and my medical knowledge, I can keep him screaming for as long as I deem fit."

He puts the photos away in the briefcase, and then he pulls out some of the paintings that Sayori had done, laying them out on the bed just as he had with the photos.

"Now, Cora on the other hand... I need to teach her a lesson. What do you think would be an appropriate punishment for her, Sayori? Should I have her watch as I put down her little pets, one by one? Or should I have her participate? She needs to be reminded of what she is. What she deserves."

His eyes moved from her paintings and set themselves upon her pretty features, simply staring her down and waiting for her answer.
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His body shivered slightly, another low groan working up through his chest as his throbbing member was fully sheathed within that tight canal. For just a moment, he simply stared down at that creamy ass, entranced by the sight of it swallowing him up so easily and completely.

"Fuck me hard...please,"

"Bastian" he growled, bending down to suck on the back of his neck where he had left the previous hickey. He pulled back until his cock was almost free of that tight ring, and then without warning, he slammed his hips forward hard enough to shove his little body up against the door. He held him in place like that for a prolonged moment, not only wanting to tease the little man, but also to remind him who was in charge here.

The hand on his hip suddenly lets go and moves up to cup his mouth, covering it tightly but gently, and making sure he still had enough room to breath through his nose. Once he has a good grip on his mouth and can ensure he wouldn't be making enough noise to alert the whole shop to their activities, Vin gripped the other side of his hip with his strong hand and then began to furiously pound those plush cheeks, filling the stall with the lewd sounds of his slick and slippery cock.
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"Is it Buttercup from the Powerpuff girls?"

Cora knitted her brows and then rolled her eyes. She didn't say anything to that comment, but when Maverick talked about not groping her, she scowled. Horny bastard; she almost wished his girlfriend would come in and start fighting with him. Still, the rocks were doing their job and Cora was finding it easier and easier to simply lay still on the table.

That little smile from Damien only confirmed the resemblance. To her at least. Hm, how could she go about this without giving too much away and letting him guess it immediately? She also didn't like that Maverick wanted to play. Although, if Maverick ended up guessing it first, she thought to herself she might just tell him he was wrong and let Damien in on it later.

"Alright, the first hint...is that it is a TV show that has fans all over the world, not just here in the states. But sense that's a bit vague, I'll also add that the show has amazing music to fit the scenes."

Damn, this was actually a bit hard. All the hints she wanted to give him were just too telling.
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Lizzy had wondered off to find a bottle of water, getting herself a drink to cool down a bit. When she came back over to the office, she noticed Tiffany pressing herself up against the glass. Curious, she walked over to the women and leaned her face in close to hers, also looking through the glass.

"What's so interesting?"

She didn't see anything particularly enticing going on, but maybe Tiffany was just jealous that Maverick was giving Cora a massage?

 

[Poprockz]

The thought of Damien being tortured like Kuznet seemed to be implying made her stomach flip. He may have been a bastard, but he didn't deserve to be kept in agony day after day, wishing he could die only to be brought back by the general once more. It was a horrific thought, and she had no doubt that Kuznet would have that same crazy smile he had given her on the day they first met when licked her blood off his finger.

She tried to focus on what he was now spreading on the bed which were... her own paintings? Why was he bringing them back to her? Of course she didn't mind keeping them, but it made her wonder why he would take them in the first place if he was only going to return them. The woman reached out and traced her fingers along the one with the bird in the cage, thinking to herself that now more than ever she wished she could fly away.

It took her a moment to realize that he wasn't speaking rhetorically- he really did want an answer. Once that realization hit her, she looked up at him with a fearful expression. She had no doubt that he wasn't going to do what he wanted regardless of her input, but she was afraid of saying the wrong thing and making him angry.

"Um... I think it would be painful for him to see her with anyone but himself, especially if she did it willingly. Maybe you could show him that she was never his in the first place? Lessons are never truly forgotten, merely laying dormant. She probably remembers her lessons, but she just needs to be reminded... " The woman looked away from his eyes when her heart was simply beating too quickly to continue, one of her hands balled up in a fist from anxiousness. It sickened her to say such things, and she hoped he didn't take her up on that advice, finding the idea extremely repulsive. "A-at least that's just a thought... I don't know her like you do."

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"Bastian."

That primal growl of his almost made him cum once more, his body shivering from how sexy it was. He could feel Vin withdrawing and he almost worried that Vin was going to take it out to tease him, but he suddenly found himself being slammed against the door. It penetrated him so deeply, spearing his insides with pleasure and causing him to go up on his toes again, fingers scrabbling at the door. The blonde's eyes rolled up slightly and a very loud moan started coming from his lips before Vin's hand clamped down.

And then it started. That pounding into his ass made his eyes water and his legs weak. He wasn't even sure how he was holding himself up at this point with how strong the pleasure was radiating from his ass. To be ruthlessly thrust into with a hand over his mouth felt so hot. He only wanted to be Vin's, to be fucked like a whore, and in that moment he felt like Vin was truly enjoying himself to the fullest. That cock was truly godly, hitting him in such blissful spots upon each thrust. Combined with the way his own appendage was slipping and sliding around his cock, he was in heaven.

He was wrong though, he didn't cum upon the first thrust, but he did cum fairly shortly afterwards. Upon a particularly hard thrust, he cried out against Vin's hand, more of his cum spurting onto the stall door.

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Damien thought for a moment, "hm... Is it an actual TV show, or is it a movie series? Oh, and what is the genre?" He adjusted himself so that instead of crouching, he was sitting down, Cora and the table blocking his view of the window. The fact that she thought he had some resemblance to a character intrigued him, so he really wanted to figure out what it was. Puzzles had always interested him, the man loving how they tested and strengthened the mind, in addition to the fact that they were just plain fun.

It was nearing the end of the rock-massage, the man almost ready to move on to the painful part. He hoped it wouldn't hurt too much for her, but one couldn't work out the muscle without coaxing it back to where it needed to be. After it was situated, she would feel sore but much much better. She might even find an after-massage relaxing as a reward for getting through the pain.

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Tiffany glanced at Lizz and then back at them in the room, her face turning to a pout. "They're all in there paying attention to Cora when I'm left out here looking in," she huffed, turning her body to face Lizz and crossing her arms. "Maverick was supposed to give me a massage, but it looks like that's not happening."

The woman paused and her eyebrows furrowed, "I mean, I don't know what Damien sees in her. She's cute, but like, aren't I cute too? Isn't my body just as good?" She reached up and put her hands on her breasts, squishing them together before letting go and letting them jiggle back into place. "These aren't even fake, and I know a lot of chicks with fake boobs. I mean... I knew a lot of chicks with fake boobs." She sighed and reached down, pulling up the hip-strings of her thong a little bit.

 

[Drobabes]

"Lessons are never truly forgotten. Merely laying dormant."

He smiled softly as he repeated her words back to her, then he reached out with one of his giant hands and cupped her jaw. Instead of squeezing her to the point of putting a new bruise over the old, he merely held her for a moment as his thumb ran along her cheek, ever so softly.

"You are naive, Sayori. But you are very obedient, aren't you?"

He let her go and turned back to her paintings, then picked up the one with the caged bird. He looked at it for a moment before turning it around to her.

"What do you think? Should I use this one? Damien deserves a little glimpse of his new life, don't you think?"
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He had planned on holding out for just a bit longer, at least until Sabastian had been able to cum more than twice, but all too soon her found himself chasing his own orgasm. The feeling of that tight ring gliding over his cock like silk, combined with the way that Sabastian's smooth little body was moaning and writhing beneath him, his hands clenching and scratching against the door, it was all too much.

The hand that been holding his hip let go to glide up his chest. Once it reached one of his sensitive little buttons, Vin grabbed and pinched him hard. The hand on his mouth squeezed just a bit harder, and his elbow came down to hug him back against his tattooed chest as he all but lifted him in the air with his thrusting, his hips slamming into him with new speed and power, jostling his small body up and down on his hard member until the final thrust.

When that creamy ass came back down to rest against his groin, Vin finally let go of his tortured little nub in favour of wrapping his hand around his chest, under his arm, and holding him close to his body as he grunted and jerked. His hot load began to spurt out into his tight canal, over an over, as he had quite a bit to give from being so pent up. And when at last that last bit of cum was milked from his cock, only then did he finally loosen his grip on the little man.

He let go of his mouth to bring his hand down to his shoulder, and although he took a step back to let Sabastian stand on his own two feet again, he left his cock fully, and satisfyingly, sheathed inside him. He leaned them both against the stall door, panting hard and simply enjoying the feeling of that warm little body in his arms.
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If her neck wasn't so stiff, Cora might have tilted her head a little. The look he was giving her was new, almost excited, and she found it awfully cute. Was it just that he wanted to know the character, or did he like puzzles in general? Maybe she would try another game at a later time, but for right now,

"Ah-no" she said, grinning.

"I give the clues. You have to guess. But since it's still kind of early, I will answer that it is not a movie series, it is actually a tv show. And another hint is that the main character is wickedly hansom and funny."

She smiled again, knowing a lot of main characters were funny and hansom. That clue almost didn't even count as a clue. However, she was hoping Maverick would try and guess and use up his three guesses before Cora started giving the more telling hints.
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Lizz was going to try and answer Tiffany, to try and get through that thick haze of jealousy and maybe give the women a little insight that it wasn't just her body Damien might want from Cora. However, just as soon as she opened her mouth to start talking, Tiffany turned on her with those dangerous weapons.

As the pink haired women squished her boobs together, Lizzy had to swallow hard and turn her eyes away, her cheeks heating up enough to be seen even through her darker skin.

"Um, well you know I don't think it has anything to do with your body, cause, trust me, woo" she said, fanning herself with her hand.

"Maybe it just has more to do with the connection. You know, like I think they love each other quite a lot."

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori's entire body tensed when he reached out and held her, fully expecting for him to say something derogatory about her response and squeeze her once more to apply a fresh coat of purple paint upon her skin. That squeeze never came though and instead she found him caressing her gently and stroking her almost fondly.

When he commented on her obedience her face fell slightly and a profound sadness settled in her chest. Naivety she was used to, but to be called obedient hurt. It hurt because it was true; Sayori wished she could be like those brazen, outspoken women who had the guts to stand up for themselves regardless of the circumstances. In movies, it was the woman who would spit in the face of their tormenter or scratch and fight for freedom. A woman like that would have probably flirted with him in order to steal his pocket knife and then stabbed him with it. Sayori wasn't that person. She was the sort of woman who had begged for death, who even now cowered at the mere touch of the General.

Even if he were to lay that knife down in front her and let her take it and even unsheathe it, she would be too afraid to even try to stab him. Shame mixed in with the sadness and she looked away from him and toward the paintings again, simply giving him a small, "yes...." in response to his comment. Her arms hugged each other, her lips pursing.

When he moved the painting toward her, the lady's eyes flicked over the details of it. Her cage had become more lavish, but had also become more reinforced. The painting paled in comparison to what Kuznet probably had in mind for "the mutt." Damien wasn't going to be a sad, sweet little bird like herself, he was going to be a fox in a bear trap. It was a shame that Kuznet was going to give him that one; she was quite fond of it herself. She supposed she could always make more paintings though.

"Yes, that one would be fitting," she said quietly, the blue curtain on the cage reminding her that she should get dressed as soon as he left.

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He hadn't even noticed Vin moving his hand up his chest until he felt that hard pinch to his nipple. God it hurt so good. Sabastian whined into Vin's hand, squirming slightly from how it added depth to his bliss, mixing and swirling around the nerves of his slutty little body. The man completely submitted to Vin's thrusts, only conscious of the immense and indescribable pleasure of being connected to Vin.

If someone were to walk into the bathroom, he wouldn't have given a flying fuck. Had Vin taken his hand back off his mouth, he knew that his loud moans would have been heard by anyone in the station and he wouldn't have even cared. With every thrust, he was lifted off his feet, only his toes touching the floor for a second before he was lifted once more. He wondered what Vin's face looked like while so deep inside him, letting that primal lust seep into his every grunt and movement.

It got to the point where he thought he might lose his mind if Vin continued, the man consuming everything that he was. Thankfully, he felt Vin suddenly give him one last thrust, that hot reward bursting into his ass and filling him up. He was surprised at how large the volume felt, his own body curling and tensing slightly in Vin's arms as the tentacle stroked him so quickly. With one last whimper, he came a final time, collapsing against the stall door.

In his rapturous orgasmic bliss, he even forgot to withdraw his appendage, letting it hang down as he panted raggedly. He couldn't think of anything to say, simply lost for words at the moment.

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"Handsome and funny? I mean, I can see the handsome part, but he seems pretty grumpy to me. Are you sure that's the hint you want to give?" Maverick snickered, prompting a little glare from Damien. "Anyway, is it Hannah Montana?" The man laughed, pausing his massage for a moment.

All that got Maverick was an eyeroll from Damien before the steely-eyed man held up two fingers to Cora as though counting down Maverick's guesses. "Hm... honestly, I know a couple shows, but I didn't watch shows all that much... Can I get another hint?"

From above Cora, Maverick donned a more serious expression and removed the stones, setting them down on a nearby chair. "It's time for the actual massage. If you need me to stop at any time, let me know. We can take it as slow as you need." He placed his hands on Cora's back as Damien reached up to take Cora's hand in case she needed to squeeze it.

And then he started to massage. His hands started pushing against the problem muscles, slowly easing them back to where he knew they needed to be, or rather to how they needed to feel. It was a difficult thing to describe, but he knew what he was doing. The fact that she wasn't wearing her shirt was helping, her skin helping give him traction and a bit of give at the same time, the man quiet as he concentrated on his work.


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Tiffany rolled her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulder again, "oh come on, Lizz. What are we, in a fairy tale here? Love is bullshit."

She turned away from the window completely, focusing exclusively on Lizz as her hand came to her hip. Her other hand came up so that she could gesture with her perfectly manicured nails while she spoke. "Let me give you some advice. Relationships are transactional, and it's all about what you can offer versus what you want from the other person. People bullshit themselves into thinking they "love" the other person, but the truth is that people are just in it for themselves. They just tell themselves that they love the other person so they can feel okay about taking from other people."

The woman walked over to the food supply and bent over, digging for a moment before coming back up with a small box of raisins. "People who actually understand shit know that anyone will fuck you over if you get too comfortable." Her nails made short work of the little cardboard lid, plucking a squished ball of raisins out and popping it into her mouth.

 

[Drobabes]

Kuznet sat the picture down slowly and stared at her for a moment. Seemingly satisfied with whatever he was looking for, he turned his attention to the pictures and gathered them up, putting them back in the suitcase and clasping it shut before he turned back to her.

Reaching out, he runs his fingers through her hair once more, but this time, instead of the slight pressure, he grips her tightly, painfully pulling her head back as he stands up on his feet and towers over her. He doesn't go very far, choosing to bend over and bring his face close to her neck, his lips gracing her ear with a feather light touch.

"I can't wait for my little Cora to join us, Sayori" he whispers, pulling his face back so that he can look down into her eyes with intensity.

"We are going to have so much fun."

Finally he releases her, standing up to his full height and and tucking her disheveled hair back behind her ear. Giving her one last little smile, he makes his way to the door and leaves her to her lonely cage.
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After a moment more of just catching his breath, Vin kissed him softly on his shoulder and pulled out, shivering slightly at the feeling of the somewhat cooler air against his softening member. Before he moved away from him, he hugged Sabastian close to his chest one more time.

"Thank you" he rumbled, resting his head against the back of his neck for a moment before letting him go and pulling his boxers and pants back up. When Sabastian moved and he saw his own large load left like a little present on the door, he couldn't help but let out a soft laugh and give Sabastian a coy look.

"Maybe we should clean up before we get out of here. Oh, and I left another hickey on the back of your neck."

After that little statement, he gave him a toothy grin, apparently quite proud of his little accomplishment.
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When Damien held up his hand, counting two guesses, she gave him a grin and winked. She only had to give a few more vague details and get him to give up his final guess, and then she could give the hints that would likely lead Damien to guessing correctly. Or at the very least, when she told him, it would still be like a little victory because it was their game, between them.

"It's time for the actual massage."

Cora furrowed her brow, her grin dropping momentarily to be replaced by a bit of a worrying expression.

"Alright" was all she said, although when Damien reached up to take her hand, she looked away from him for a moment. She really wished he hadn't taken it, as, she hadn't been able to stop it from shaking and she knew he was going to feel that and likely worry about her.

"Another hint is..." she stopped halfway through her sentence, a quiet breath leaving her as Maverick started. He hadn't been kidding; it fucking hurt like hell. He was going slow, and while she believed him when he said he was a professional, she still was taken by surprise by just how painful it was. It felt like her muscles were going to twist up into a cramp each time his strong fingers pushed them.

Suddenly she feels her hand starting to sweat, her skin getting clammy and cold, and she quickly pulls it free of Damien's grasp and shoves it up under her side. She couldn't bring herself to look at him for a moment, as she forces herself to close her eyes and let out another slow breath. When she finally opens them, she just looks down at the table as she forces herself to talk.

"Another hint...is the main character is very rich."

Her hazel eyes look up then, and she tries to give Damien a little smile, thinking the similarity a bit funny. It was really all she could do not to think about the last time she had been laying on a table, handcuffed and used.
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The blush finally cooled off her cheeks and she looked at Tiffany with a concern. As the women went on, Lizz remained quiet, but she couldn't help but frown and cross her arms over her chest until the pink haired women was done talking. She then walked over to her slowly and stared at her hard with concern.

"Not everyone thinks like that Tiffany. Some people actually care about other people. And, I care about you two. No, don't," she said, holding up her hand to stop the women from talking, as she felt like she was just about to interrupt.

"I was a fucking mess when you guys found me, and you two didn't have to take me with you. But you did. That...that means a lot to me, you know. You both basically saved my life."

 

[Poprockz]

While Sayori would still tense up whenever Kuznet would touch her, she found that she was never fully prepared for when he would let his mask slip just a little, showing her the violent man within. She let out a little yelp when he gripped her tightly and jerked her head back, Sayori's glossy eyes watering from the painful way in which he was holding her. Her hands instinctively jerked to go to the hand in her hair to at least beg him to stop, but she forced her hands down and gripped the bottom of her towel instead. Who knew what he would do if she resisted.

Her breathing started to quicken as he bent over her, closing her eyes and trembling before she felt his lips against her ear.

"I can't wait for my little Cora to join us, Sayori... We are going to have so much fun."

While her eyes were closed, she felt him shift his position so he was in front of her, causing her to open her eyes. Afterward, she wished she hadn't, those terrifying blue eyes laser-focused on hers. She couldn't stop an involuntary shiver, the woman hoping to God that he never got his hands on the other woman. What he considered fun would likely be a living nightmare, and things were already frightening as it was.

Only when he left the room could she move once more. The first thing she did was quickly go over to the bathroom and ditch the towel, putting on her light blue tunic and folding up the towel once more. She then scuttled over to the bed and crawled into the middle, pulling the covers up over her head where none of the camera's could see her. It probably looked pretty pathetic, the little woman trembling under the covers as she calmed down. When at last her body stopped shaking and she could breath normally, she simply closed her eyes and forced herself to take a nap, not feeling very hungry for breakfast anymore.

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"Oh..." Sabastian let out the softest of moans when Vin pulled out, his ass gaping from as though Vin's cock was the missing piece to his puzzle. This little session was exactly what the doctor had ordered, and he felt like Vin had not only pumped him full of a huge load of cream, but also pumped him full of vigor and contentment.

He sighed when Vin rested against him, closing his eyes and purring in response, "mm... No, thank you, Hunkulese." He let out a little chuckle before sighing, "oh my god, that sounded so much less dumb in my head."

His gaze turned to the white, dripping mess on the door and his cheeks went just a shade darker. They would definitely have to get that cleaned up. No, he would have to get that cleaned up; it would be totally embarrassing for Vin to be cleaning up his cum from a bathroom stall. "Oh, don't worry about it, I'll clean- Wait... another?! Are you saying I've been walking around with a hicky on my neck this whole time?! Sabastian looked slightly aghast, wondering if anyone had seen the love-mark on his skin.

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Damien smiled up at her, but his smile faltered as she seemed to have an uncomfortable look on her face. He misunderstood and only squeezed her hand a bit more for reassurance. The man thought that maybe she was just worried about the pain of the massage, and he wanted to be there to support her every step of the way like lovers were supposed to do.

When she sucked in a breath, he could tell it hurt like hell by the way she was tensing. What he wasn't expecting was for her to whip her hand out of his and move it under her side, avoiding his gaze. His heart beat a little more quickly as a worried expression came over him. Had that uncomfortable look before been for him? Had she not wanted to hold hands? Had he made her feel stressed or uncomfortable by assuming she wanted physical contact?

Shit. He wasn't sure what to do. Here his partner was, on a table in pain, and he couldn't do anything for her. That helpless feeling wasn't a good one, and he found himself anxiously shifting on the floor, each second she avoided his gaze being a second that a million insecure thoughts buzzed in his mind.

Maverick glanced down and raised his eyebrow. It was a new sight to see Damien in a tizzy, the man almost looking like a lady that was waiting for news about her husband in the military the way he had that worried expression.

"Another hint...is the main character is very rich."

"Oh my god, it's Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory isn't it? Get out of my lab-or-a-tory Dee-Dee!" The masseuse chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a bit, while still playing the fun gave of "make fun of Damien." His hands continued to work, the man not willing to rush the massage simply to get it over with. Being thorough was more important than Cora's comfort, and he was sure she would agree with him in the morning. At that time, she would likely feel much better.

Damien scowled and was about to retort when he made eye-contact with Cora and that little smile of hers. He couldn't help but soften a bit and smile back, wracking his brain to try to guess. "Okay, handsome, smart, rich... It's not Archer, is it?" He looked at her expectantly, not really thinking that was the answer, but hoping it would get him closer.

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Tiffany frowned slightly when Lizz interrupted her interruption, popping another raisin bunch into her mouth while she waited for the woman to finish saying her piece.

For a moment it almost looked like she wanted to say something else as though what Lizz had said had struck a nerve before she simply huffed and shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever. Maverick thought you were hot, so we brought you along. If I didn't go along with it, I would look like a total asshole. Anyway, give it time. You'll get sick of him staring at your ass, and I can be a bitch, so you might not feel that same way in like a week."

She walked away from Lizz to sit down in one of the leather chairs Damien and Cora had been sleeping in, her nails digging in the raisin box for more. "Think what you want though. Whatever helps you sleep better at night." The woman looked away from her toward the office window, an almost bored look on her face.

 

[Drobabes]

"...oh my god, that sounded so much less dumb in my head."

He laughed again, following it up with an "I don't know, I kind of like it."

When the blond realized he what he meant about the hickies, Vin just grinned down at him for a few seconds, letting the little man think that the whole world had seen his embarrassing secret, before he decided to speak up and put him at ease.

"No, I don't think anyone saw. I was actually waiting for you by the door so I could wrap your T-shirt around your neck, but..." he trailed off, leaning down to kiss his neck and pull him in close against his groin.

"You were taking an awfully long time to come out..."
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Cora only found Mavericks joking to be a bit annoying, although she recognized that he was probably trying to lighten things up. It was what Quint used to do, except Quint was a hell of a lot better at it.

"Okay, handsome, smart, rich... It's not Archer, is it?"

She snirked, her laugh coming out a bit mixed, as the anxiety in her chest was making her clench her throat up.

"No, but that's a good guess. Ok, here's two hints-it contains religious themes, and-"

She paused again. His hands had found an especially tense spot and it brought tears to her eyes, though she barely made any noise to acknowledge it. In fact, she barely even moved. After a moment, when he had worked it out, Cora took in another breath and tried again.

"Religious themes, and the main character has a love interest that sees past his barriers. Sees him for who he really is..."

Her eyes met those liquid steel pools and she let herself be carried away for a moment in his gaze, reminded again of just how much she loved him.

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Lizz let out a drawn out sigh and turned away from her, going to find some project to work on or some extra oil for when they repaired the car. It didn't seem as if she was going to be getting through to that women any time soon, and she briefly wondered why Maverick was still with her.