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Sayori hadn’t even heard Quint, distraught and desperate as she was in begging Kuznet to take away the tape. The large man’s hand was felt gently coming to the back of her neck before sliding up and into her hair, gripping it as a way to pull her up toward him. It stung, but if there was any chance he would reconsider, then she would bear with it. That being said, it didn’t stop her from wincing and having to put her hands on his leg to relieve some of the weight (dainty though she was).

It seemed as though mercy was still not a word Kuznet gave any credence to, the man’s lips feeling warm against her ear as he offered her a choice. She could feel the way his hand slid over her skin, threatening to dip even further down into her pants. It was a disgusting choice, but she knew the moment his hot breath carried it to her that she would undoubtedly chose the video. To be taken by him in front of Quint would be even worse than simply watching the tape with him. At least in that way, he wouldn’t feel guilty for not having been able to help her.

The woman slumped a bit, consigning herself to the fate she couldn’t change. In a soft, somewhat defeated voice, she replied with a sniffle, “the video... I will watch it as you wanted.” She didn’t want to watch it while in Quint’s lap, but it was better to be in his embrace than Kuznet’s.

She felt him let go of her hair, the woman shakily getting back up on her feet. Avoiding looking at Kuznet, she turned to Quint and patted his arm as though telling him to move it. When he did, she sat herself sideways in his lap, her warm body rigid as she turned her head back to the recorder’s screen. Why was he doing this? Wasn’t the fact that he had taken her enough for him?

A trembling hand went up to cover her mouth. Though she knew she couldn’t avert her eyes now, that at least let her feel like she was a little shielded. It didn’t change the fact that Quint was soon watching Kuznet suck on her neck while rubbing her between her legs, still effortlessly lifting her up and down with one hand.

“Please don’t... I don’t want to! I don’t... please...” Her soft voice begged between whimpers and moans of pleasure and despair within the video. She knew what was coming next-herself to be precise. Sayori shook her head slightly as though to deny it, but it was all there on the screen, forever immortalized.

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Once they had finished their coffee (the man frowning slightly upon having caught Cora dumping hers out while Vin wasn’t looking), he had by that time loaded up their things into the car, pouring the remaining coffee in a thermos and leaving it with Cora in the backseat. Incidentally, a small baggie of sugar and milk powder also ended up near the thermos in the backseat. He disapproved of Cora wasting coffee and milk powder, but he also wanted her to be able to have a good cup of coffee. The frown didn’t last long as he watched her get up from the ground in the morning light, thinking to himself that he would do his damndest to never lose her.

The three of them soon loaded up into the car with Cora in the back, Damien Driving, and Vin in the passenger seat. “Cora, do you want to play any music he asked, starting the car and pulling away, the car soon rhythmically driving down the road.

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“Silly boy.”

Maverick frowned at her for a moment, thinking that because he had made that comment, that she had now decided that he could finish himself off with his hand for all she cared. His cock twitched in the cool air, already missing the heat of her hot cunt. Whatever. It was her choice if she wanted to change her mind about letting him finish. Still, he couldn’t help but think to himself that she would have to be quite the asshole to-

“... I will not go ass to mouth.”

His train of thought stopped and his expression became one of surprise. He had just met her yesterday, and already she was going to let him fuck her in the ass? Did he have a four-leaf clover stuck to his ankle or some shit? That being said, he had to admit that it was the perfect solution.

Maverick’s face slowly lit up in a lustful smirk once more, watching her suck on his finger like the most talented woman he knew. That may have very well been true at this point. He knew he needed to cum badly, but he felt like once he did, he would definitely have some energy to fuck her once more. For that reason, he crossed his arms and replied in a very pleased tone, “well, I hope you don’t mind helping a man out with those Aphrodite lips of yours. I’m not sure how much longer I can last, but I definitely want to take advantage of your offer to fill up that ass of yours.”

 

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As soon as Sayori climbed into his lap, he moved his hands so that he could hold the camera in one, and with his other, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards his chest. He wasn't trying to make her feel worse about what was happening, or even show her pity, but he simply needed something to hold. His whole body was shaking now, trembling from the bottom of his feet right up to his hand, and he tried to keep the video steady. Quint wasn't afraid of what he was going to see, but what was going to happen after the video was over.

Would Ray be satisfied with hurting them mentally? Forcing this sick shame on them? Or would he want more?

There it was, her little body giving into the inevitable conclusion, although Quint knew it had nothing to do with pleasure.

The video cut off right after Sayori's body relaxed, and as soon as it stopped, Quint reached forward and sat the camera down. He then held onto Sayori with both his arms, like a giant teddy bear, and his now misty eyes went to Kuznet. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop the man if he tried to take her from his arms, but he would rather fall straight down to hell then not even try to put up a fight.

"Alright. We watched it."

Quint's voice was strained, his throat feeling painfully tight.

"So what's the lesson?"

Kuznet smiled, closing his pocket knife with slow ease and then crossing his hands in his lap before looking at Quint.

"Lesson? No lesson. Not today, little Quinton. I just wanted to show you how obedient our little Sayori is. I think she will make a fine pet for you and Cora to play with, don't you?"

He had never wanted to kill someone so badly in his life. Pet? She was a human being . But of course, Quint couldn't say that. There was only one right answer.

"Yes sir..."

The General didn't bother to get up, or to try and reach out for Sayori, so Quint knew he wanted to sit with them for a while longer. The sick fuck liked this; liked to watch when him and Cory would simply hold each other for comfort, like frightened little animals in a cage. Fine, if it would keep him from hurting Sayori any more today, then he could act like his weak, childish self again.

Quint shifted her in his lap a bit, turning her so that he could reach up and force her to lay her face down against his shoulder and almost hide in the crook of his neck, and he kept his hand on the back of her head as he addressed Kuznet again.

"Is Cora coming home?"

"Soon. But not yet."

There was a heavy silence then, one that Quint chose not to break. Finally, The General looked down at Sayori and spoke.

"She'll be having some of her eggs taken out soon."

Quint swallowed hard, fighting against his instincts to simply put her behind his back and out of his sight.

"Sabastian?.."

"Yes. Since you so stubbornly refused. It was a bit pointless, now wasn't it Quinton? When are you going to learn..."

Quint's shaking suddenly stopped as his body stiffened, and the sound of Kuznet getting up and out of the chair could be heard.

"Don't...please..."

His strained voice was barely above a whisper, and as Kuznet leaned down and over them, Quint leaned back until he hit the wall, taking Sayori with him. He didn't need to act like a frightened child now, as it was coming all too naturally.

"...that I always get what I want?"

His voice was so close to them them-surely he must have been mere inches from Quint's face.

"Hand her over little Quinton."

"No...Ray, please..."
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She looked up at her name being called, and then smiled for a brief moment, wondering if Damien had read her mind. Without answering, she reached up between the console and grabbed the audio jack and plugged it into her phone. While she was scrolling through her music to find her Norah Jones playlist, Bowie slithered under the front seat and then lifted his head up.

The snake stared at Delvin, waiting patiently until the man finally seemed to notice and reach down to pick him up. As the car purred along the smooth concrete, Delvin found himself petting Bowie like a dog, slowly running his hand from the top of his head and down the length of his body. And as the music began to play, soft and slow, Vin found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

A few moments later, he looked in the back seat to see where Cora had her feet sitting, and then he reclined his chair back and closed his eyes. Not even five minutes went by before he was snoring softly, Bowie's heavy body draped over his chest like a comfortable blanket.
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Damaris had watched his face with amusement, catching the way that his brows had knitted for a brief moment. She wondered if he thought that she was going to kick him out of her room since she hadn't got what she asked for. It amused her in a way, as she was much less likely to ask as she was to take. He seemed to have a good bit of stamina though, and she was pleased that he was implying he wouldn't be a one-pump-chump.

With a little smirk on her own lips, she scooted out from underneath him and got up onto her knees. Her hand goes to lips, her thumb rubbing along the bottom one softly as her eyes drink him in, and then she lets it come down to his chest where she applies a bit of pressure.

"Lay down."

 

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When Quint had put his arm around her, at first she had simply been pulled woodenly against him, but soon she relaxed more into his embrace, her tearful eyes consumed by what she was forced to watch and hear. She didn't know what Quint was thinking, nor did she want to know. The woman could feel him shaking underneath her, and she couldn't tell if it was fear, anger, or perhaps disgust. How was she going to be able to look him in the eye after this? He had seen her at her most vulnerable. Even though he had literally cleaned her naked and scarred body before, he hadn't actually seen what happened to her, heard the little noises she made.

"I just wanted to show you how obedient our little Sayori is. I think she will make a fine pet for you and Cora to play with, don't you?"

What did he mean by that? Sayori found herself wondering with fear whether he might possibly be saying that she would be made to do sexual favors for Cora and Quint in addition to Kuznet. She knew he had taken her to keep Cora company as a friend, and that Kuznet wasn't above using Sayori as he saw fit, but it wasn't as though Cora and Quint wanted or needed anyone to provide additional sexual gratification to them. Especially since they knew she was simply being forced to do so.

Sayori couldn't bring herself to ask what he meant, instead finding Quint agreeing with the General and pulling her closer to him in a more intimate embrace. She wasn't sure why he was doing it, but she felt safer in his arms, the woman crying against his neck as she mourned her relationship with Quint before he had been made to see those things. Her hand went up to gently grip his shirt, wishing she and Quint were anywhere but in that jail cell disguised as a room. Listening into the conversation, she simply sniffled and silently cried against him.

She felt Quint stop shaking, looking up to see a look of fear on his face. Not a moment later, she heard the sound of the cushion shifting, unmistakably, indicating that Kuznet was done sitting and watching. The General had told Quint that there was no lesson today, but as she heard him tell Quint that he always got what he wanted, she knew that it was the real lesson he wanted to teach. She was now almost laying against him, though she knew by how close Kuznet's voice was that he was leaning over them, demanding that Quint release her to him.

It was almost as though the General was making a parallel; he was going to physically take her from her friend, just as he would take her from the safety of his grasp in the future. He was telling Quint that no matter what he did, Kuznet would always be in control and that he couldn't prevent him from hurting her physically or emotionally. He was powerless, clinging to the belief that what he did would change things.

"Let me go, Quint." Her delicate little hands rested on his, her glossy brown eyes looking up into his with a sad, yet determined expression. She didn't want him to be punished. It was only a matter of seconds or minutes before she would be out of his hands, at the mercy of Kuznet's. The General held her in the palm of his hand, and there was nothing Quint could do to about it. The only choice was whether he was going to do as he was told, or try to swim up-river, exhausting himself to the point of drowning.

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As Damaris reached out and caressed his chin and bottom lip, Maverick took the opportunity to lean forward slightly and unclasp her bra at the back, his eyes then going back to her exposed breasts before flicking back up to her. He thought she was simply going to let him sidle up to her mouth, licking and sucking it just a bit before he busted his load. However, it seemed as though she wanted to be "on top" this time, and he was certainly not going to disagree.

The man grinned and leaned back at her hand's behest, straightening out his legs and putting his hands clasped behind his head in a relaxed position. "By the way, got any lube, or do you just want me to use that wet pussy of yours to ease my entrance?"

 

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"Let me go, Quint."

Quint's eyes had been locked on Kuznet's, but as Sayori spoke up, he couldn't help but look down at her. His tears were starting to brim up, mixing the purple ring and blurring it with the blue until they finally spilt over his cheeks and cleared his vision.

"N-no..."

His arms tighten a bit more, and he scrapes his back against the wall as he tries to scoot up. When he looks away from her and back to Kuznet, the General has that demented smile on full display. If only he could run away; if only he could escape this nightmare.

"You should listen to her Quinton. Ah, but you never could make the right choice, could you? Always leaving it up to your sister to save your pathetic being."

"Stop it..."

He clenched his eyes shut hard and then buried his face in Sayori's shoulder, his tears starting to wet her sweatshirt. However, his arms do seem to loosen, and then a moment later, he finally let's her go, withdrawing his hands to bring them under her and hug himself.

He knew it was pointless. He knew that. But he still...

Satisfied, Kuznet reaches down and scoops Sayori up out of his lap, not being very gentle in the process. The poor half zombie looks up, his eyes conveying fear and desperation as he reaches out and grips Kuznet's sleeve with one hand.

"Don't hurt her."

The General looks down, first at Sayori as he tucks a bit of her hair behind her ear, and then at Quint. With that twisted smile turning a bit soft again, he raises an eyebrow at his captive.

"Hurt her? I'm not going to hurt her, Quinton."

His sleeve had been pulled out of Quint's hand when he had reached up to you with her hair, but Quint had yet to withdraw his arm. Not until he heard the threat in those words, and then he slowly lowered it and went back to hugging himself, his eyes looking away. With a little nod, he swallowed hard and said, "I understand."

"Good. Then you should have nothing to worry about."

Kuznet turned then, heading for the door, and the last thing Sayori would see before he shut it behind them would be Quint looking up to meet her gaze.

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After they passed the animals, and they were in the elevator once more, Kuznet looked down at her. Reaching up, he thumbs the sleeve of her sweater for a brief moment before letting it go.

"You need a change of clothes. Are these materials enough to keep you warm?"
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Her dark eyes were hungrily drinking him in, roaming every inch of his skin before lingering on his throbbing member. When he asked about making their impromptu little play session a bit wetter, she smirked.

"I do have something, yes."

She didn't bother to go into details, not being very patient herself. Instead, she sidles up a bit closer to him and runs her hands along the outside of his legs, her nails just lightly scratching. Once she reaches his hips, she massages them for a brief moment, and then she clasps his hard member between her fingers as she bends down and takes him in her warm mouth once again.

This time, she wastes no time trying to tease him. Her talented tongue twirls around his mushroom head before she opens wide and goes down, almost reaching his hips, before pulling back up. She then begins to work up to a steady but intense rhythm, her tongue lashing and teasing against his sensitive head each time she comes up.

 

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"N-no..."

Seeing the way his eyes brimmed with tears and then spilled over broke her heart. It didn't matter whether those tears were for her or for himself, the fact of the matter was that he was in pain and that he desperately wanted to protect her. His tightening grip on her forced her body to be squished slightly against him, the woman feeling a lump in her throat as she knew that given the choice, she would stay in his arms even if she was only given five more minutes.

That couldn't happen though, and she hoped he would let her go before the General became angry with him. Taking a second to look up at Kuznet, she immediately shrank, the hairs on the back of her neck raising from the insanity of that smile of his. He seemed to love it- he loved to watch Quint so desperately upset.

"Stop it..."

She wanted to reach up and hold him, to pull his face toward her as he had done for her. Her hand actually moved hesitantly upward toward him before she put it back in her lap. Sayori wished she could wipe away his tears and whisper comforting things to him, but the very things that might make him feel better could be turned on their head, Kuznet becoming angry at her affection toward anyone but himself, not because he liked her but because she was his.

Soon she felt him give in, removing his arms from around her and allowing Kuznet to then pick her up. Him not being so gentle about it caused her to have to put one hand on his shoulder so she didn't feel like the movement of his would send her to the ground. Once she was settled, she looked down to see Quint pulling on Kuznet's sleeve, the woman swallowing hard as he pleaded with the man not to hurt her.

"Hurt her? I'm not going to hurt her, Quinton."

Liar. He delighted in others' misfortune, so there was no way she would continue to be unharmed, even if Quint really did "play nice" for him. She almost wanted to say it out loud, to call him out on it, but her lips stayed sealed by fear as he tucked her hair back as he had done so many times before. Why he enjoyed those sweet little touches, she would never know. All she knew was that she would rather drink her own piss than ever let him touch her again.

With Kuznet's warning having been given, she found herself being carried out of the room, the woman looking back at him before they left, meeting Quint's eyes. Though she was crying, she gave Quint a sad little smile before mouthing the words, "thank you." She was thankful for the respite he had given her, though brief. Sayori felt ashamed and disgusting, but she hoped in her heart that Quint would still look at her as though nothing had changed the next time they met.

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She had kept her eyes squeezed shut, turning her face more toward the General as they passed through that awful place. Francisco had put a bag on her head for a reason, and she didn't want to see things she couldn't unsee. Once they were in the elevator though, she simply stared down into her lap. The silence wasn't heavy upon her right now since they were actively going somewhere, but she soon heard him ask about her clothing. She had changed into this outfit yesterday after her other one had been... sullied.

"The socks are very thin. When I stand on the concrete, my feet freeze. The rest is..." She wanted to say that the rest was fine, but the truth was that it wasn't warm enough. With how chilly it was, they were barely enough, but what was more was that she had a suspicion that most of her body heat was being devoted to her stomach, making the rest of her body more susceptible. "The rest could be warmer. I think my body is prioritizing my eggs and diverting most of my body's heat to them."

Sayori looked down at her stomach. It was strange, her stomach had barely been showing yesterday and yet it had almost doubled in size today. If that was the rate at which they grew, she could only imagine how big her stomach might have been had they not planned on taking a few out tomorrow.

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"Hm." He responded, not really caring whether she had lube or something else. As long as it was slick and would allow him to pound her with reckless abandon, he was all for it.

Maverick looked down and watched her move up his legs, delighting in the way her nails teased his skin on the way. He was already hard as a fucking slab of steel, so he didn't need any foreplay. For that reason, he was grateful that she didn't delay in taking his cock in her hand. When her mouth swooped down upon him and sucked him up, he groaned with need, his hips almost bucking into her mouth with the urge to thrust and make that velvety wetness filled with his seed.

The way her tongue slid over his sensitive shaft and then flicked at his head each time made him pant hard, the man closing his eyes and unclasping his hands, only to move them to either side of him. They gripped the blanket slightly, his strong chest moving up and down with each breath. She was definitely very experienced, likely having made many a man cum from her faultless method.

After a minute or two of her bobbing, he absolutely couldn't take a second more. He had already been close before, but now he knew he had to release. "Fuck!" He panted, his hips pushing forward against her mouth as it jettisoned its milky white passengers. They were about to go on a ride straight down her throat or into the trash bin. Whatever the case, his cock continued to spurt until it had twitched its last twitch of pleasure, the man sighing and laying his head back.

"Damn." He simply let that hang in the air, waiting for her to grab whatever lube it was that she had.

 

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Kuznet listened to what she had to say, and then nodded in agreement.

"I will send down warmer clothing with your next meal, then."

With that, he went quiet once more, simply staring at the elevator door until it opened and he stepped out to take them back down the hall and to her cell.
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Bootsteps would announce someone approaching to Sabastian's cell, though it would be no one that he wanted to see.

Robocop appeared before the glass, a large tray in his hand as he put in the code for the door. He barely seemed to pay Sabastian any mind as he came inside and sat the food down on the bed.

It was a strange meal this time, obviously some kind of meat, though the smell was like nothing they had served before. It was also cut into small chunks, cooked down to be tender, and served over some rice.

"Eat. The General is going to have you make your nest today."
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Cora had been looking through some files on her phone. Occasionally she would smile softly, sometimes sadly, as she came across a particular memory or photo. At the moment, she was looking through a very special little file that she had tucked away, something that her parent's lawyers had given to her and Quint when they turned eighteen. She was hesitating to open it in the car, and it was just as well, otherwise she might have missed the view from outside the window as they drove by.

"Damien" she said suddenly, sitting up and watching out the back as they drove by.

"There's a guy back there, walking with a backpack. Should we talk to him?"

The man in question hadn't been easy to spot, and if he hadn't have stepped out of the treeline right as the car passed by, Cora might not have seen him at all. It was dangerous to be out in the open like that, but she wondered if his car hadn't broken down. They had gone by a bit quickly, but it looked like he had at least had a handgun on him. Speaking of...

Cora reached down to her own backpack and got her pistol out, readying it encase Damien decided to turn around. It was three against one, but you could still never be too careful.

Vin was still passed out hard in the front seat, although she thought she might have to wake him if their driver did decide to stop. They would need that photo of Sabastian to show to the man.
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Damaris loved when men lost their self control. There was nothing hotter than watching a man go from cocky and in control, to being so overcome with pleasure that they simply had release it somehow. In this case, it was watching as Maverick brought his hands down to grip the blanket on either side of him, as if he were on the most intense rollercoaster of his life, and Damaris was exceedingly pleased when he came crashing into her mouth.

Her fingers gripped the bottom of his shaft tightly as his cock jumped, rewarding her efforts with that milky seed. Like a demon of lust, she drank it all down, right to the very last drop. Only then did she finally let him go, sitting up and panting a bit as her hands went to toy with her breasts, her own lust building once again.

Suddenly she turned away, climbing off the bed and heading to her bathroom. Once inside, she moved the curtain aside to let the light through, and then dug through her drawers until she found a small metal container. When she came back out, she was holding it in her hand.

It looked like a little purple container of make-up, and perhaps it had been at one time, but now it just held a milky white, almost clear substance. It was a bit greasy, as Maverick would soon find out, but it was nothing more than cleaned and rendered animal fat with a bit of lavender added for a pleasant smell. It was completely safe, even edible if one was so inclined, although Damaris wasn't interested in that right now. She was much more interested in having that thick meat stuffed deep inside her hot body, filling her up once again with his creamy lust.

 

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Sayori nodded back to him, letting the quietness settle between them. As they approached the cells, she looked over to see Niles in Sabastian’s side of the cells, giving him a large meal of what she assumed was chicken. Upon the sight of Niles though, her body tensed in Kuznet’s arms, her lips pursing slightly. She knew Niles wouldn’t actually hurt her, especially in Kuznet’s presence, but she couldn’t help but fear him and the way his eyes threatened to consume every inch of her body.

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Sabastian had been struggling with the feelings he had been receiving from Quint. He had felt the point at which happiness turned to apprehension, then apprehension turned to fear, hatred and disgust. While Quint was so focused on the fear of what Kuznet might do to Sayori, Sabastian hadn’t been given an inkling as to what was making him so upset. All he knew was that something bad had happened to Sayori and Quint and that it had been at Kuznet’s behest.

The feelings he was getting were so strong that he had to sit on his bed and breathe through them, fighting the urge to cry. The boot steps distracted him, the blonde looking up to see that robotic fuck coming into his cell with a tray of food. It looked like chicken, though it had a weird smell to it. Maybe it was some kind of
weird meat alternative or there was some kind of funky spice on them.

His eyes lingered on that strange meal as Niles instructed him to eat in preparation for creating a nest for Sayori’s eggs. He was not looking forward to removing them from her tomorrow, the process being very similar to what he had done that first day. This time though, she would feel some discomfort from the eggs passing through her passage; it would be mild though, the eggs only being about half-size at that point. When they were full size, one might think the birth would be more uncomfortable, painful even. However, Sabastian knew that to be false.

When one gave birth to the eggs, the eggs gave off a chemical into the host’s system that was a powerful aphrodisiac. It made it so that every time an egg came out, the host would be practically writhing with pleasure. It also lingered after the birth, making it very easy for the zombie to impregnate the now-willing host once more. Sabastian didn’t know whether he should say anything to Sayori or Kuznet, seeing as he was likely to take advantage of it, and Sayori would be very upset that she would essentially be reduced to an unquenchably thirsty slut.

It was unavoidable though, Sabastian having experienced it himself. That had been the one and only time he had “willingly” had sex with Margaret. She had taken advantage of his vulnerable state and took the opportunity to play with his body, forcing him to say disgusting things in order for her to grant him relief from that burning lust that had threatened to suffocate him. Normally he would have taken care of it himself, but of course she had denied him that luxury.

His eyes going back up to Niles, he nodded and replied with a bit of an edge in his voice, “sure, though I may have to take the tray with me and eat as I make it. Unless he wants the nest to be in here.” At that moment, Sayori and Kuznet came into view, the woman being carried in his arms.

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"Damien. There's a guy back there, walking with a backpack. Should we talk to him?"

His eyes flicked over to see if he could see the man she was talking about, though he wasn't able to get a good enough look to actually find him with his eyes. He doubted that the man would be able to tell them about much of anything if he was traveling by himself, and he hated to wake Vin up when they had finally gotten him to get some rest. Still, he knew that were Vin awake, he would want them to take every opportunity they could to find the little blonde. If he woke up later and was told that they had simply passed an opportunity by, he could imagine the man being upset, perhaps intensified by his emotional state. The last thing they needed was for Vin to be any more upset than he already was.

The car slowed, Damien gently pushing down on the brake and eventually stopping the car. After a moment of further contemplation, he looked back at Cora and said, "let's question him. We can't afford to be picky when it comes to inquiring about his whereabouts. I don't think he'll know much about Sabastian, but maybe he can point us in the direction of another settlement." With that, he put the car in reverse, turned around, and headed back that way, slowly this time. When he saw the man Cora had been talking about, he took notice of the fact that he was armed. It was to be expected as he would be a fool not to have some kind of defense against the undead and others.

When they were close to where the man was, he stopped the car and took out his keys, his hand going to his hip and making sure his pistol was available. Reaching over, he then put a hand on Vin's shoulder to give him a gentle shake. "Vin, wake up. We need that picture. There's a guy with a backpack nearby that we want to question."

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Holy shit, she had swallowed it all. That very fact made him want to grab the back of her head and hump her until he gave her a fresh helping. Partly because of that, his cock remained hard for her even as she pulled off of it. To watch her play with her breasts was a special treat, the man always having liked watching. He was the sort of man that often perused the female masturbation side of porn websites, loving the naughtiness of seeing a woman play with herself. It was as though they were so horny that they couldn't contain it and therefore lustfully stuffed themselves with fingers, rubbed their wet pussies, and teased their nipples. It was fucking hot.

Maverick watched her get up, his eyes on that plump ass of hers as she walked into the bathroom for whatever lubrication she was getting. He assumed she was getting some kind of oil or lotion or something, so he simply laid back and waited. Once she returned, he curiously took the container from her and sat up, opening it and dipping a finger inside. It kind of looked like bacon grease, but it smelled like lavender. Whatever. As long as it lubed her up, he wasn't going to question it.

With that fingerful, he started spreading it over his cock, the slick sound of it being heard as he prepared himself. He was excited to be buried deep inside her once more, the idea of cumming inside her adding to his lust. Once his cock was glistening, he reached out and pulled her onto the bed, using firm but gentle hands in situating her so that she was on her hands and knees. His eyes hungrily took her in, her body looking so ready to receive him. He had to be patient though- she at least needed to be lubed up first.

Taking another fingerful, he rubbed it against her puckered hole, leaning forward and kissing her soft cheek as he did so. As his finger started to intrude, he let his tongue drag across her skin, his cock twitching with the knowledge that he would soon be inside this perfect ass. His finger slowly pushed its way inside, the man finding that her hole was receptive to his efforts as though being fucked in the ass wasn't new for her at all. She was still tight of course, but it seemed as though she was already able to accommodate him without him having to stretch her out. With a grin, he finished spreading the lube around and pulled his finger out, relocating it to guide his cock against her ass's tight entrance.

Maverick started pushing forward, his glistening head disappearing into her hole, followed by inch of thick inch of his swollen length. He let out a groan, the tight grasp of her ass making him shudder in pleasure. However, once he was all the way inside, bottomed out and hungry, he put both hands on her hips and leaned forward to growl at her, "I'm not going to hold back." It was as much of a statement as it was a question, his final warning if she wanted him to be anything less than savage with her.

 

[Drobabes]

Kuznet was the one to answer that question, walking in and depositing Sayori onto her bed before turning to Niles.

"Take him down to level two. He can make the nest there, and adjust the temperature to where it needs to be. When it is ready, radio in."

He took a little key card out of his pocket and passed it off to Niles, then turned back to Sayori, picking one of her blankets up and wrapping it around her shoulders. Niles didn't say a word, but he did watch for a brief few seconds before turning to Sabastian and nodding at his tray of food, expecting him to get a move on.
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Vin opened his eyes, looking around a bit wearily. When it finally sunk in, what Damien had said, it perked him up right away and he sat up quickly. Reaching down into his jeans pocket, he pulled out the carefully folded drawing and smoothed it out, then looked out the window.

The man had moved back closer to the treeline, standing near a large trunk. He had his gun out and in his hand, but he wasn't pointing it at them just yet, seemingly just playing it safe.

Cora had noticed Vin starting to open the door, and she reached out quickly and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Vin, no offense hun, but you look like shit. Maybe you should let Damien talk to him first."

Delvin knitted his brows for a moment before pulling the little mirror down to confirm. Indeed, he did look like shit, and not in a sick way. If he were out there on the road and saw someone looking the way he did right now, he would have been pretty put off.

With a grumpy exhalation through his nose, he put the mirror back up and then turned to Damien, handing him the picture.

"Tell me what he says?"

He planned on staying in the car, and even though they had gotten nothing but dead ends, he still wanted to hear something. Something was better than nothing, wasn't it?
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His finger lubing her up for the taking was about all the foreplay she could handle, panting hard as she tried to control herself and not grind back against him. However, when his thick mushroom head slipped past her tight ring, her animalistic side took over once more as she aided his plunge, moaning as she worked her ass back along with his thrust.

"I'm not going to hold back."

Damaris shivered, her face turning to look over her shoulder. With her long hair now splayed out across her hair, only a shade darker than her eyes, which were looking up at him with lust and carnal need, she let out a bit of her own growl.

"I would be disappointed if you did."

With that said, Damaris moved her body forward and inch, and then shoved herself back against his groin hard, impaling herself on his length and letting out another gasp as she did so. Whether or not he took her hard, right there and then, she was going to find her own release by simply using his cock like her own personal sex toy.
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[Poprockz]

Sayori looked curiously over to Sabastian as the general sat her down before speaking to Niles, wondering what exactly the nest would look like. She didn’t like the implications of him having to eat so much to make it, but it wasn’t as though her opinion would change anything.

Sabastian on the other hand, knew exactly what he needed that protein for, and just how fucked up the room would look when he was done with it.

She avoided looking at the General as he wrapped the blanket around her, stiffening slightly as she felt the dry, stiff spot on the blanket where his cum had oozed out. She had turned the blanket over so no one could tell, but she felt it against her when he pulled the warm article around her shoulders. Once he was done, she held the blanket around herself and stood up from the bed, shuffling over to the corner of the room and squatting down with her knees together. The vial of serum she was supposed to rub on her bell was in her pants pocket of the old, cum-covered clothes she had discarded previously, so she quickly retrieved it from one of the pockets and went back to the bed.

The woman sat down and kept the blanket around herself to shield her from any prying eyes before she opened the bottle, deposited a bit into her hand, and started rubbing it into the skin of her belly.

The blonde glanced at Sayori one more time before picking up his tray and being led away by Niles. Robo cop didn’t speak to him on the way to the elevator, but he could feel the man’s eyes on him occasionally, probably wanting to make sure he didn’t get any ideas and run for it now that his brace was off. Once they were in, it was a silent ride down to level two before they got out and started walking again. Eventually, Niles led him to a door that he opened with his key card, staring at Sabastian with that cold look as he waited for him to go inside.

The room itself wasn’t very big at all, perhaps the size of a garden shed, about two and a half meters by two and a half meters. It was a good size for a nest since it would be easy to keep warm, and he wasn’t going to have to crank out an ungodly amount of nest goop. There was a little table in the middle of the room, presumably for his tray of meat. He went over to it and set it down before taking in the room. There was another door to the side, and he wondered if that was for when they hatched.

He had thought Niles would leave the room and let him work in peace, but it was almost like he was waiting for something. Sabastian decided to ignore him, sitting down at the table and reaching out with a plastic spork that had been on the tray. He took a piece of meat and popped it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing. He thought to himself that it tasted a bit funny, but something about it made his stomach growl for more. Maybe it was kangaroo meat or some shit. Piece by piece, he started to fill his stomach with his large meal.

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He was glad Cora had said something, as he had been struggling with how to say it in a diplomatic way. Vin truly did look like shit. Damien didn’t look like a prince himself, but at least he looked well fed and well rested, stubble on his face but his black hair seemed to be stubbornly dedicated to giving Damien an almost windswept look.

Damien nodded and accepted the drawing, “you can count on it. Be sure to be ready to move if things go sideways though. I don’t think that would happen, but one can never be too careful.” He looked between the two of them before unbuckling his seat belt.

Opening the car door, Damien got out and closed it, running his fingers through his hair and looking back over to the man with the backpack. He seemed to be lingering there, waiting for them to make their move. That boded well for them, indicating that he was willing to at least talk to them rather than simply retreating into the woods. Walking out from around the car, he put his hands up in a relaxed way to show the man that he hadn’t drawn his weapon, then crossed his arms over his chest to further make the man comfortable. The paper was in his left hand, Damien not wanting to have to pull it out of his pocket.

Walking forward at a cautious pace, he approached the man and stopped a few meters away. “Hello, my name is Damien. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute about a missing friend of mine. I have the picture here if you could look at it.” He regarded the man hopefully, waiting for a response.

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A satisfied rumble came from his chest, his eyes meeting her own as she looked back at him. The way her eyes smoldered at him while giving him that sexy response only made him want her more. He felt like he was full of energy, wanting to devote it all to Damaris.

Another groan escaped him as she pulled forward and then rammed her plush ass against him with need, as though she intended to fuck herself on his pole. He would like that very much, especially if she was on top of him, but today he was going to be the one running the show.

Gripping her hips almost bruisingly, he brought his hips back until the rim of his head threatened to come out and slammed himself against her in earnest, almost making her earlier thrust look like a love tap. He was going to make her scream in ecstasy, the man determined to show her what he was made of; it certainly wasn't sugar, spice, and everything nice. He wasn't a bad guy though, just extremely horny. He knew that later that evening when he went to bed, he was going to be stroking himself to her at least twice.

Maverick started thrusting hard, using his strong arms to wrench her body backward just as his hips sprang forward to meet her. The end result was a wet clapping sound, the cheeks of her ass turning slightly pink from the sting of his hips bearing down on her with such ferocity. His balls swung back and forth, hitting her pussy each time he speared her. He didn't think he had ever been with a woman who wanted it this rough, most of them having been satisfied with him being just a bit more forceful. After all, his cock was plenty big enough to have them crying out for him even without the rough treatment.

His body became slightly moist with sweat, the man panting hard as he grunted and groaned behind her, and he had to admit that he was having the time of his life. Even if Lizz happened to walk in, he didn't think he would stop until Damaris collapsed on the bed, filled to the brim with his seed.

 

[Drobabes]

Kuznet turned to watch his little lamb with curiosity, wondering what it was that she was up to over in that corner. When he figured out what she was doing, he smiled approvingly and reached out to stroke her hair. And once the other two were gone, he radioed Francisco to bring her some warmer clothing, giving her one last lingering stroke on her cheek before leaving.

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Niles indeed was waiting, and when at last Sabastian took that first bite, his lips curved up with a smile. After that, he simply remained by the door, in that stiff army pose. He had been tasked with watching Sabastian until he was finished, and he had no intention of leaving that room until the nest was ready.
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Delvin gave a nod, getting his own gun out from the side door and clicking the safety off. He then pulled out a pack from his pocket, planning on having one if things went well.

The man looked pretty neutral, though his eyes wondered to the car, curious of the other people inside. He looked to be in his forties, strong, and pretty clean shaven for having been trekking it out in the woods-though perhaps the man just knew how to cut his own hair. At Damien's question, he took a few steps forward and gave a wary smile.

"Sure, hold it up for me?"

Once the picture was in the air, the man took a long look at it. Then something seemed to click, and his face lit up a bit as he brought his free hand up to point at it.

"Hey, yea, I saw him. About yay high, kind of slender? Yea, he was camping out in one of the military bases, about twenty miles from here."

The man took another look at the car, giving a softer smile when he saw the women in the back seat give him a wave, and then he stepped up to Damien and offered him his hand to shake.

"Names Scott, nice to meet you. I've been looking for someone myself. Well, was looking."

His face fell a bit as he put his gun away, and then shifted the strap on his backpack.

"Hey, you wouldn't mind giving me a ride to that base would you? I was just trying to make my way back."
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It was not easy for Damaris to let go of her own self control, but let control of herself she did. His hands gripping her flesh made her groan, and when he pulled back and then slammed into her hard, she let out a lewd cry, her face turning away so that she could bend down and put her forehead head to the matress.

For the first time since Damaris could remember, she completely gave herself over to her bed partner. Never before had she been so overcome by the pleasure rolling through her body that she felt the need to simply let go and let someone else do the work for her. Having always been the type to have to boss the other around to get what she needed, or be the one providing the pleasure so that she could watch them writhe and come apart beneath her talented hands and tongue, this was a new sensation for her, and one that she found was helping her to reach new heights.

Instead of trying to aid in Maverick's thrusts, using her hands hands and arms to push herself back against him, she finds herself becoming more and more pliable to his strong muscles, little pants and moans escaping her as each rough pull on her hips brings her back to slam against his groin. His cock was going so deeply inside her, filling her up to the brim and making her tight little rim become white and frothy from his efforts. Any fight or strong will she might have had in her gets completely pushed to the side as she completely gives in and simply lays her face down on the mattress, her moans soon turning into cries of bliss, and his balls slapping against her clit building her up to an impending orgasm.

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori continued to avoid the General's gaze, even as he pet her and stroked her like a good little pet. She imagined that in his mind's eye, she was nothing more than a scared little kitten that required his touch and guidance. The only good thing about him was that he had called Francisco and that she would be able to spend some time with the man while Sabastian was gone.

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Sabastian hated the feeling of Niles leering at him from over by the door. After all, that's what he was doing; at one point he had glanced over to find the officer with a very creepy smile on his face, and he couldn't help but be disturbed by it. What the fuck was up with him, and what was he thinking? Still, the faster he ate and finished the next, the faster he would be able to go back to his cell and escape his gaze.

After a little while, Sabastian felt like he was full to the brim, the blond sighing and standing up. One of his appendages came out, and he started spreading the nest goop on the walls. It was disgusting and looked meaty and sticky, Sabastian really put off by the image of it. It reminded him of his time in Margaret's nest, the woman putting in there to think about his actions when she deemed him to be particularly unruly. Where he put the goop, the wall almost seemed to pulse, like a creepy meat-wall in hell. Maybe it was just his imagination.

Once he was done with that wall, his stomach felt empty, the blonde going back to the tray and starting to eat more of the meat he had been provided.

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"Hey, yea, I saw him. About yay high, kind of slender? Yea, he was camping out in one of the military bases, about twenty miles from here."

That sentence in of itself made Damien's eyes widen in excitement, astounded that by sheer dumb luck, they had found someone who knew where Sabastian had gone. It was a start, and once they knew where he had been, they could talk to other people about where he said he was going. It was the start of a trail, and it was much more than he could have ever hoped for. It sparked hope in him that maybe they could really find Sabastian and knock some sense into the blonde little pirate.

"Nice to meet you too!" Damien took his hand and tucked the picture under his arm, clasping his hand against Scott's in their handshake. He simply couldn't contain his excitement. When the man seemed to indicate that whoever he had been looking for was gone though, he tampered it down a bit and nodded, saying, "I'm sorry to hear that."

When the man asked for a ride, Damien didn't hesitate, "Yes! We don't know where the base is, but we need to get there if he was there. You can tell us about meeting him on the way over." He had been leading the man back to the car before he stopped for a moment and looked into the man's eyes with a grateful expression, "you don't know how much this means to us. A ride is the least we can do, really!"

With that, he lead him the rest of the way, reaching out and opening Cora's door before leaning in and talking to both of them, his voice almost breathless with excitement. "If you guys don't mind, this guy, Scott, is coming with us to a base about twenty miles from here. He saw Sabastian there."

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He watched as she gave in to him, that dominant nature of hers put to the back-burner as he gave her what she needed. Pride was an interesting thing. One could let it get in the way of new experiences and pleasures, or one could recognize that pride had a time and a place. There was no shame in letting him dominate her ass, as she was the one giving him permission to do so. In actuality, it was his privilege to be bent over her, pounding her with lustful fury and hearing those sweet moans of bliss from her beautiful lips.

She felt so fucking good, her tight ass gripping him and seemingly begging him to stay inside just a second longer. He wasn't going to give in to that siren call though, knowing that both of them needed something more carnal than that.

Leaning over a bit further, he bared down on her more, continuing his pace of maddening pleasure. His fingers dug into her skin, his nails once again digging in and giving her that pinprick-like sensation. She was definitely going to have bruises tomorrow, and part of him loved the thought of it. Maverick wasn't some sick fuck who liked smacking women around, but if it was consensual, bruises, bitemarks, nail scratches... it was all just the sweet aftertaste of a night well spent.

He could feel himself getting closer to orgasm, his cock swelling slightly as it prepared to flood her once again. There would be no release until she came though, the man determined to have her sweet voice cry out before he would let himself do the same. If there was one thing he found almost hotter than watching a chick masturbate, it was cumming almost at the same time as his partner. It simply felt so right, and it gave him a greater feeling of contentedness afterwards.

Maverick really wanted to cum though, so he was going to have to encourage her a bit more. With a burst of speed and a throaty growl of lust, he started thrusting even harder, reaching his limit on how hard he could slam his body into hers without actually hurting her. He panted raggedly, his eyes fixed on her form before him, her ass up and her face down into the sheets all for him.

 

[Drobabes]

Sometime later, boot steps would announce another visitor. Although, the steps were not heavy this time, nor full of purpose like Niles often were. Instead, a man in his late forties would step up to the glass-the officer who helped to put Sabastian in his place when he had first arrived.

He was lacking that demented smile that he had when they had first met, his face now quite neutral. His blue eyes were nothing special, and did little to attract any attention to his dark brown hair, which was cut into a simple army style. His clothes indicated his rank, but other than that, had very little flair or style.

Opening the door, he steps inside and walks to her, holding out a bundle of clothing.

"Good afternoon. These are the change of clothing that The General has ordered you to wear. You can either take your current clothing off so that I may take them to be washed, or you can simply put these on over them."

He simply stood there then, waiting for her to take the clothes.
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Niles did little more than simply stand and watch. He was biding his time, waiting until the perfect opportunity to drop the ball on what was really in that meal. Of course, he wouldn't dare to say a word until Sabastian was completely done with that nest, and likely not until they were in the hall again. He didn't want to take the chance of torching all that hard work when the little blond no doubt came at him.

Until then, he simply smiled as the man came back for seconds.
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"...you don't know how much this means to us."

Scott gave him a sympathetic smile, waving his hand a bit as if to say it wasn't a big deal.

"Well I'm sure it means a lot, but don't worry about it. You gotta protect the people you love, right?"

As Damien opened the door and gave them the news, both of their faces lit up with hope. Vin turned quickly and got out of the car, bad looks be damned, and greeted the man properly while Cora cleaned up the back seat a bit and sat up properly. When Scott finally climbed in the back seat with her, and Vin got in the front, he introduced himself to Cora as well.

"It's nice to meet you. So, you met him at the base?"

Vin put his seatbelt on, but he couldn't help but turn around in his seat, eager to talk as well.

"How did he look?"

Scott laughed a bit, digging a canteen out of his backpack. It was understandable that they were eager to hear some good news, but unfortunately for them, he couldn't tell them how he was really doing.

"Well, I didn't actually meet him for starters, but he looked fine. Well, he looked really good actually, half the reason I didn't talk to him much. It's kinda hard for us normal people to approach a model, you know?"

He let out another laugh then, taking a drink out of his canteen afterwards to give himself a moment. While he was doing that, Vin looked over at Damien and gave him a grin. Possibly the first grin he had gotten since before Sabastian had ran off into those woods.

"Anyways," Scott continued, putting his canteen away.

"I was only at the base for about a day before I left to find...well, that's not important. So even if I had wanted to, I didn't really get a chance to talk to him or anything, but I'm sure someone else at the base did, so that will probably help you guys out, right?"

"You have no idea," Vin said, his chest almost hurting with the relief washing over him. The man hadn't had a chance to talk to Sabastian yet, but this was the best lead they had gotten in days. They could go somewhere with this; at least find a trail.

"Well glad I could help someone else out at least. I really hope you guys find him."

After that, Scott was quiet for a bit as they got back on the road. Once they were rolling, he looked over at Cora, really looked, and then he gave her a friendly smile.

"Hey, speaking of models, did you ever land yourself on any magazine covers?"

Cora looked over at him, blinking in surprise before she let out a little laugh and shook her head.

"Oh. Oh no. That type of life was not for me. Besides, I'm sure I don't look like a bundle of daisies right now."

Scott's grin grew a little wider, and he sat up a bit in his chair, his arm going over the headrest in a relaxed manner.

"No, I would say more like a bouquet of roses. Hey, how would you feel about getting a drink with me after we get to the base?"

His eyes were completely glued on that pretty face, seemingly not even aware of Damien's body posture, although that couldn't be further from the truth. He was poking the bear right now, trying to see if what Jonathan had said about the man's jealousy was true. And when Cora let out a lighter laugh, he played it up to the max, acting as if that laugh was for him, and him alone.

"I'm sorry sweety," she said, reaching over to pat his knee lightly.

"I am very much spoken for."

Scott let the smile drop off his face slowly, and then he acted as if he had just noticed Damien for the first time. He then let out a hardy laugh himself and withdrew his arm, putting both his hands up in the air for a brief moment.

"Oh shit, sorry about that. Haha, maybe that summer heat has been getting to me, I really should have thought that one through. Although, can you blame me?"

He gave her a grin again, although this time he tampered it down, making sure it was no longer flirty. In the front seat, Vin sat with his arms crossed. He hadn't planned on doing anything, but watching his friend bristle had been a bit amusing, he couldn't lie, so now he sat with the threat of a smile on his lips. Although, it wasn't just for Damien. He finally had some hope that they would be able to talk to Sabastian, and this time, he wasn't going to hesitate. He was going to tell him the truth.
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Everything he was doing was right; perfect. She wanted him to hurt her, to use her, and only when she reached that peak of mind numbing bliss would she finally feel satisfied and complete. And it wouldn't be long now.

That growl, coming from somewhere deep in his chest, sent a wave of hot need through her. She found herself submitting further, absolutely overtaken by the power behind his thrusts and his need to fill her up once again.

Suddenly she was clenching, her hands gripping the blanket as her moans and cries reached a new volume and her back began to arch.

"Oh god, right there! That's it! Maverick!"

She let out a scream of lust following his name, her ass clenching his thick cock hard and trying to keep him inside of her quaking body as she absolutely falls apart.

 

[Poprockz]

Sayori was expecting Francisco, so she was disappointed when the officer named Jonathan came by instead. She wasn't quite sure what to make of him yet. Niles was cruel and direct, not hiding his contempt for her, while Kuznet was deceivingly gentle unless he was angry or annoyed, at which point he became a demon straight out of hell. Francisco was kind and funny, but could be cold and all-business if need be. Her only interaction with Jonathan had been when Sabastian had impregnated her, the whole affair not having been very pleasant at all. He had a similar smile to the General, so she imagined that he would be cordial unless provoked. The thought of that lingering stare he had given her upon their first meeting still gave her the creeps though.

She let out a little sigh before he opened the door, the woman's eyes going to the clothes he had in his hands. Technically, she had just changed into her own clothes yesterday, but she figured some fresh clothes would be nice.

"Good afternoon. I think I will put them on now so my current ones can be washed." Sayori took the clothes from his hands and set them on the bed, going to the corner of the room and gathering up her semen-stained pink clothing and setting it on the bed. If he was doing laundry, then she would want those washed as well, cleansed of Kuznet's stains.

Her gaze turned to the clean clothes and she rifled through them a bit, discovering under-armor-like pants to hold in heat, and thicker pants to go over them. While they looked to be designed for warmth, they were puffy, cute, and pink. If Jonathan had been looking, he would have seen a brief look of disdain cross her face. She hated that he gave her such cutesy clothing, and she was still annoyed that he wouldn't give her any undergarments. She had been given some thick, fuzzy pink socks and a loose, long-sleeved crop-top to go on under a warm, matching sweater.

Turning away from him for a bit of her own privacy, she reached down and pulled her shirt off, depositing it onto the bed. Before she quickly pulled the shirt on, he would see the zig-zag patterns of white whip-scars all the way up and down her back, even slightly on her shoulders. They were beautiful in a way, Quint's goop having healed them so that there wasn't any scar tissue, only discoloration. Sayori quickly had the shirt on though, the sweater following just as quickly. The same process was repeated with her two layers of pants, the woman finally putting on those fuzzy socks. It was all very warm, the woman finally feeling like she wasn't tense from the chill of the room.

She then turned to him and nodded at the little pile of clothes on the bed, the blue ones still slightly warm. "If you could take the pink ones to be washed as well, I would appreciate it."

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It was slow going, eating then building, eating then building again. At one point Niles had locked him in for just a minute, Sabastian not having even noticed until he heard the officer’s boots approach and set a second tray down on the table, piled high with more of the same, tender meat. He must have sent for it in anticipation of Sabastian needing more of it. After a while, he was tired of eating, though he was almost done.

He coated the walls, floor, and ceiling with the goop, the smell of it permeating the room. It was odd, it smelled just like the nest Margaret made, perhaps because of the way the zombie goop was mixed up. He hated that scent, working quickly in order to prevent being in there any longer than he had to. Soon, he had to move the table and the empty trays out of the room, the smaller man huffing slightly due to being weak from the drugs in his system. That fuckface hadn’t offered to help, simply watching him with that smile of his as though he was privy to his own private joke. Perhaps he simply enjoyed making Sabastian do disgusting physical labor.

He finished up, putting the last couple coatings on it before sighing and closing the door, withdrawing his appendage. Looking at Niles, he frowned and said, “it’ll need to be kept pretty warm, but the goop mostly does that on its own. We should go back though, if I have to look at that smug fucking face of yours any longer, I might just get the urge to punch it.”

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Eyes on the road, Damien happily listened in with a smile on his face as they pulled off and got going. It was nice to hear that Sabastian was okay and that at least was taking care of himself enough to still look nice. He could only imagine how uplifted Vin felt to hear about it, and he had to say he shared the sentiment. The steely-eyed man found himself glad that Cora had seen him, and that they had decided to approach.

"Hey, speaking of models, did you ever land yourself on any magazine covers?"

Damien's high-spirits suddenly stopped, the smile slowly melting off of his face. Where the fuck did a 40-something year old man get off on hitting on a woman considerably younger than himself? Didn't he know that she was completely out of his league? He felt the heat of jealousy gather in his chest as he heard Cora laugh for him and respond. Hopefully it would end there.

"No, I would say more like a bouquet of roses. Hey, how would you feel about getting a drink with me after we get to the base?"

The poor steering wheel was now being squeezed with a death-grip from Damien's hands, the man having completely lost his welcoming demeanor. He thanked god the man wasn't looking or he might have seen the scowl on his face. The only reasons he didn't stop the car, walk around it, open the door and drag the man out, was because he knew where the base was, had been willing to tell them about Sabastian, and because Cora would have disapproved. His eyes flicked up into the rearview mirror, his gaze darkening as it returned to the road. That fucking arm around the headrest was ticking him the hell off, wanting to reach back there and smack the man until he withdrew it.

He had to calm himself by telling himself that the man didn't know, he was ignorant of Cora's romantic status. Damien took a deep breath and let it out quietly, relaxing his grip slightly and developing a more icy expression.

"I'm sorry sweety, I am very much spoken for."

There it was. He relaxed a bit more, happy that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, but still feeling slightly irritated at the new guy.

"...Although, can you blame me?"

Yes. Yes he could, and he would, though he did accept the apology. Perhaps he would feel a bit better after stewing for a while, but for now he still felt the heat of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. It didn't help that Vin had almost a smug look on his face. Imperceptibly, Damien slightly adjusted the car to go over a bump in the road, giving them all a bit of a jostle, though it was truly directed at Scott... and maybe a little bit at Vin too.

"Haha, sorry about that." He said lightly, smiling a laminated smile at the man before turning his gaze back to the road. "Yeah, don't worry about it. By the way, did Sabastian still have that silver necklace?" Damien was testing him, now feeling a bit less blinded by the excitement of maybe finding Sabastian. The dude could have made it all up, not having to do much of a reach to say he looked like a model or that he was short and slender, as he could have made those guesses based on the picture. If the dude was lying to get a free ride out of them, he was more than happy to stop the car and kick out his lying ass.

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Her blissful moans and screams invigorated him, giving him energy to continue his lustful punishment of her perfect ass. He imagined her cheeks stung a bit by now, but judging by how much she seemed to be enjoying herself, he figured it only turned her on more.

That lustful scream after his name was what really sent him over the edge. To make her scream and lose control had been what he had craved from the start, and to finally have that filled him with a sense of accomplishment and pride. He groaned, feeling his cock swell and jump with an unbridled need to show her how turned on she made him. Try as her ass might, it wasn't enough to stop him from thrusting, plunging himself deep inside her as he let loose with rope after rope of his thick cum. He felt his balls tighten, his body trying to give her every fucking drop of hot cream he could afford to give.

When it started to wind down, he bent completely over her, laying his broad chest against her back and holding himself up with one arm. The other arm went under her around her hips, holding her body against his tightly, almost possessively so. He slowed his thrusts to become several intermittent hard, jarring thrusts, grinding against her after each one as if to fully appreciate the heat and tightness of her spasming ass, the last bit of cum bubbling out with another groan of pleasure.

Holy hell, that was amazing. She had milked him like a pro, leaving him feeling completely satisfied with their encounter. What was more, he felt like he had been allowed to let off some steam, the last few days having been tough to get through. He panted hard near her ear, their bodies having slowed to a stop, though he was in no hurry to pull himself out. "You're something else," he chuckled softly.

 

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Jonathon stood by patiently as she dressed. His eyes roamed every inch of her beautiful body, the whip marks on her back drawing special attention and making him lick his lips with need. Not a sexual need, although there was definitely some feeling of lust mixed in there, but a need to lay her down and use his camera.

He could all too clearly imagine it in his mind. Her, bound and helpless as he worked, or better yet, free and able to move. There was just something deeply passionate about the way a body could move when the mind was not even aware of it's actions. A slight wrist turn here, an upturned palm there. A pleading look in the eyes, or the parting of her lips as she begged to be set free... he wanted those pictures badly, although, he doubted he could convince Kuznet any time soon. He would just have to bide his time and look for his chance.

"If you could take the pink ones to be washed as well, I would appreciate it."

He blinked, not having realized his gaze had been lingering. With a polite smile, he made his way over to the pile and picked them up.

"Of course. And, would you like anything in particular to eat when I bring them back. Any cravings for something specific?"
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"We should go back though, if I have to look at that smug fucking face of yours any longer, I might just get the urge to punch it."

"Is that so?"

He remained calm, simply taking the blond out of the room and then locking it behind them. Once they were a few steps down the hall, he turned and looked down at Sabastian with a smug little smile once more.

"You know, Sabastian, I do have to ask. How was the food? Was it tender? Delicious? Did it taste...familiar, at all?"
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Cora had been a smart cookie and buckled up, so the bump in the road didn't bother her much past dropping the map and pen she had in her lap. Scott however, had not been so smart, and the next thing he knew, his canteen went falling out of his lap and onto the floor. With a "shit", he reached down quickly to grab it, stopping the liquid inside from spilling out completely. Although, now the car smelled very vaguely of peppermint schnobs.

"Huh?" he said, looking up as he screwed the lid back on, not wanting to waste the rest of his booze.

"Oh, yea I guess he was. Although, I thought it was gold? I don't know, I never really talked to him like I said, but I thought it was gold. Like a heart pendant, right?"

Vin was staring at the broken cigarettes in his hand, that smile now gone and replaced with a small frown. Damien wasn't a bad driver, so he couldn't help but wonder if he had done that just to fuck with Scott. The little shit.

His brown eyes glanced over when he mentioned the necklace though, his heart wrenching. Why was he bringing that up right now? What did that have to do with... Oh. Silver. He was testing the guy. That was smart, and Delvin wished he would have thought to do something like that, but the lack of sleep and stress was really starting to get to him it would seem.

Letting out another sigh, he stuffed the remainder of the cigarette back into it's pack, and then picked up his guitar case. His feet were starting to ache a bit from the awkward position and he needed to adjust it. But, oh, oops, that damn handle was just a bit too large to be fitting in the front seat comfortably, and, well, there it went knocking into the drivers elbow.

"Whoops" he said.

"Got some butter fingers today. Must be from the lack of sleep."

In the backseat, Cora put the map up over her face and tried to stifle a giggle. Her keen eyes had caught the broken cigarette and then the little love tap to the elbow, and it made her happy to see that Vin was feeling well enough to banter, if only a little.
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Those hard, post orgasm thrusts, were like a delicious dessert after a fine meal, and Damaris found herself groaning with pleasure each time he did it.

"You're something else"

Damaris took in a large breath, and then let it out on a chuckle. Turning her face to him slightly, and still breathing hard, she gave him a very satisfied 'mm' and smiled.

"You're not too bad yourself, big boy. As much as I wouldn't mind working you up again, I think we should get back to work."

The mention of work has her looking towards the door and frowning slightly. It even sounded like a mood killer to her, although she usually enjoyed it immensely. Still, he had fucked her to, and beyond, a mind-blowing orgasm and she wasn't feeling very keen on getting off that bed.

It had to be done though, and she couldn't leave it all to Lizz.

 

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Having been turned around and looking away from him, she didn't realize the extent of his stare. To her, when she spoke and looked up at him, his eyes had seemed to linger on her lips for a moment before he came back to his senses. It almost seemed like he had been spacing out. She wondered what he was thinking about, his face having simply looked neutral. There was no trace that he might have been thinking of anything lewd.

"Of course. And, would you like anything in particular to eat when I bring them back. Any cravings for something specific?"

At the mention of cravings, she felt her mouth water. Indeed, she was craving something sweet. Those gross eggs and veggies had been pretty bad, and she hadn't been given any sweets or fruit. Ever since Kuznet had given her the sweet bread, she had been noticing that every now and then she would space out and think about what sweet she might eat at that given moment. Somewhat hesitantly, Sayori fiddled with her fingers and looked up into those unremarkably blue eyes.

"Um. Maybe something sweet? It doesn't matter much what it is as long as it has sugar in it. I would even have just a little bit of simple frosting if they had nothing else." It was at that moment that her stomach growled just loud enough to be heard by both of them, Sayori flushing slightly and clearing her throat. "Oh um. And regular food. Anything is fine, thank you."

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"Yes." Sabastian answered shortly, walking a couple steps with Niles until the other man stopped and asked him his follow-up question about his meal.

His eyes narrowed at the officer, and the way he asked so expectantly made him a bit suspicious. He knew the food tasted weird, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what that was about. "No... It didn't taste like anything I've had before. It was fine though. Why, did you drug it?" That had to be it. Maybe the officer had laced it with something insidious that would fuck him up in someway.

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"Oh, did I say silver? I'm sorry, I meant gold. It's been a long day, you know? I must have been getting my wires crossed. It's good to hear he still has it though." He could smell the booze, and were they not in the apocalypse, he might have been a bit annoyed at the spill. That being said, peppermint booze was not the worst scent to have in one's car, and it wouldn't harm it at all. He was feeling a bit more amenable to the man now that he knew he wasn't pulling their legs.

He had focused back on the road, not paying Vin much attention as he shifted in his seat until he felt that case knock into his elbow. "Hey!"

"Whoops. Got some butter fingers today. Must be from the lack of sleep."

Damien frowned slightly and looked at Vin, only to see the man looking just the slightest bit pleased with himself. It took a second, but he realized that Vin must have noticed that the little bump was intentional. With that realization, he let out a little sigh and gave Vin a bit of a half-smile, "no problem. You should get some rest though, you know? Let me turn on the air conditioner for you. I know you like it a bit cooler."

With that, he switched on the cool air on full blast, the way it was set up ending up blowing a strong gust of cold air right in Vin's face.

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"Mm. You're not too bad yourself, big boy. As much as I wouldn't mind working you up again, I think we should get back to work."

Maverick sighed and pulled himself back into a kneeling position, slowly pulling his cock out of her ass and watching with satisfaction as his cum started to drip from her now gaping hole. He had fucked her good and hard and he certainly felt refreshed. If it were up to him, they would fuck a couple more times until they were both too exhausted to do much of anything, but the lady had spoken, and he too thought to himself that Lizz must be wondering where they went.

"Yep. I bet the emus are wondering where I am right now," he chuckled.

The man got off the bed and stretched, leaning slightly to the side and admiring her, his large cock now hanging between his legs with contentment. He walked into her bathroom, taking a bit of toilet paper and wiping himself off before washing his hands. If Lizz thought his finger smelled like Damaris's ass, things might get awkward real quick. With that, he strode back over to his clothes and put them on, pulling his socks on and sitting down in a nearby chair to put on his shoes as well.

 

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Jonathon smiled again, a bit amused at her stomach growling so loudly.

"I'm sure I can find you something sweet. Perhaps there is some pudding, or chocolate."

With that little interaction done, he left her to her own devices and to simply wait for Sabastian to finish up.
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"Drug it? No. You know, though, I am just a bit surprised that you did not recognize it. I mean, after all, we harvested that meat just a few days ago."

His grin grew more toothy, more insane, and as Sabastian stared at him, he bent down slowly to get near his face. His voice drops down to a hushed volume, the silence of the hall allowing the little blond to hear him clearly.

"Harvested it from your own little failure, infact. Tell me Sabastian...do you think that women and her son would have ever imagined that they would be ground up and fed to the man who got them killed? Do you think they would have been offended? Or merely disappointed that it was wasted on such a worthless little worm?"
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His hair, which was still a bit unkempt despite his efforts to brush it, whipped right up and over his eyes. He didn't have a strong reaction to that, even though it did sting a bit, simply reaching up and pulling it away from his face slowly. He then reached down and adjusted the vent so that it was pointed more towards his feet, letting out a small chuckle as he did so.

"You shit" he said with humor.

"Don't tempt me to smoke in your car."

In the back seat, Cora had retrieved her pen and sat the map down on her lap.

"Where did you say that base was?" she asked, looking over to Scott.

"I don't think I did say, not yet at least. Here, let me?"

He held out his hand, taking the map and pen, and then took a look at the map for a moment. Once he figured out where they were, he reached down and circled the base.

"Right...here. I took the long way around to avoid having to go through town, but if you feel comfortable driving your car through it, Damien, you can shave off a few miles by going through the old highway. It will go through a few towns, but they were pretty much ghost towns before the apocalypse ever hit."

 

[Poprockz]

She nodded, thanking him before going over to her bed and getting on it so she could sit cross-legged against the wall as she waited for Sabastian to get back. Niles couldn't hurt her, but he could definitely hurt Sabastian if the blonde annoyed him in some way or another, and he seemed to be more than happy to cause Sabastian pain. Maybe it was because of Quint, wanting the zombie to feel his emotions and pain. She hoped he would be okay, a worried expression on her face.

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"...we harvested that meat just a few days ago."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

He was starting to get a bad feeling, though he didn't back down when Niles got closer to his face, glaring back into the offer's eyes with slight confusion. The man's breath smelled better than he had thought it would, though he supposed not every evil man's breath smelled like chaos and mayhem.

"...Tell me Sabastian...do you think that women and her son would have ever imagined that they would be ground up and fed to the man who got them killed?.."

Wait, what was he saying. Did he mean...

Sabastian's eyes widened in horror and shock as he stumbled backwards only to bump against the wall in the hall. There was no fucking way. There was no way Niles had butchered those people, cooked them up, and served them to him to eat. He felt his blood go cold, his body starting to shake as he looked at Niles's face in disbelief, hoping that he was making some kind of sick joke.

Unfortunately, that insane grin on the officer's face told him that he really did. Sabastian really ate them. Their meat, their... flesh. They had been people, they had even been alive a couple days ago until Kuznet had shot them. They were shot because... because he had refused the General's orders. And now... they had been chewed up, swallowed, digested, consumed. The worst part of it was that it had- THEY had tasted good to him. His stomach had grumbled for more as though it was a fine meal.

The most intense wave of nausea rolled through him and his knees almost buckled as he retched and then bent over, vomiting onto the floor. There wasn't much left in his stomach after having used almost all of it for the next, but he still got a bit of it out. His eyes fixed on the vomit and he gagged again, only able to get up bile this time. Oh God, what the fuck had he done?! He had flashbacks of when he was in the forest, throwing up the bear meat, only this time it was real. What was on the floor was really human.

Sabastian staggered back from the vomit and swallowed hard, his eyes going back to Niles and slowly filling with rage. God he fucking hated this man; how could someone do something so fucking sick and wrong?! He defiled the dead, fucking butchered them, and he had forced Sabastian to do something he would never be able to reconcile. He was a fucking monster.

"YOU FUCKING DICKLESS BASTARD!" He snarled, lunging for the man and throwing a punch toward his face. Sabastian didn't care if he beat the shit out of him; even if there was a tiny chance he could hurt the officer back, he would take it.

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Damien chuckled at Vin's response, reaching up and turning down the cool air a bit so that it wouldn't get freezing up there, a more gentle breeze coming down on Vin's legs. "Okay, okay. Please don't."

With that, he listened in on the conversation going on in the backseat. So if they went through a couple of towns on the way, it would get them there faster? He had no doubt that they wanted to get there as quickly as possible, but was it worth the risk? Even a ghost town could hide dangers within, gangs possibly using it to pounce on unsuspecting people passing through. They had to decide whether it was worth the gamble of driving through them in order to shave off a few miles. To be honest, Damien didn't really want to take that risk.

He pursed his lips as he mulled it over for a moment more and then said, "I'm more inclined to take the slightly longer, safer route. I'd rather get there later in one piece than risk not getting there at all. I'm not the only one in this car though. What do you two think?" Of course the question was directed at Vin and Cora, his own opinion having been voiced.

 

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Niles had stepped back long before Sabastian had bent over, guessing as much that he might retch and possibly vomit. Anger, disgust, disdain; those were things that Niles would tolerate, and infact, looked forward to-put that disgusting, bacteria filled chunky liquid he would not. If even a drop of it had landed on his shoes, he would have pulled his torch out and lit Sabastian up right then and there, consequences be damned.

As the little blond came at him, Niles began laughing. He caught his fist easily, taking him off guard by letting the momentum of his own anger propel him forward. He then lifted a hand and shoved his back roughly as he came by, ensuring Sabastian would fall flat on his face. Once he was down, Niles didn't give him a chance to get back up.

Taking out his slender club, he began to mercilessly beat Sabastian with it, getting a few good strokes in over his shoulders and one on the back of his head-though he did try and show some restraint there. He wanted the little blond to be awake and aware as he stood over him laughing.

"What's the matter Sabastian?! Are you upset that you couldn't prevent their deaths?!"

The club came down over his ass, much worse than any switch or cane could have ever been.

"Or are you simply angry,"

Another blow, this time right over his spine.

"Because you enjoyed it!?"
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Cora looked up from the map and met Damien's gaze for a bit, but she didn't answer right away. Instead she looked over to Vin, who crossed his arms and let out a sigh.

"Well...as much as I want to get there as fast as we can, it's only twenty miles. I have to agree with you, it's better if we just take the safer route."
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"...so the last he place he did business was in Canada, close to the border. I'm not sure if that means he was planning to cross over, or he simply needed a better...Quint? What's wrong?"

Francisco had been sitting on the bed while Quint ate, giving him the run down on the last lead he had gotten on one of their targets. The pausing of the fork, halfway up in the air, caused Francis to look away from the paper and up to the half zombie's face. He looked shocked, disgusted, and horrified. It wasn't his panicked look either, so Francis could only guess that it had something to do with Sabastian.

"Quinton?.."

Suddenly Quint turned away, quickly putting the food on the bed beside him. When he turned back, it looked as if he was going to stand and run, but his ass barely left the fabric before he bent over and lost the contents of his stomach, heaving loudly as his meal was splashed all over the floor and over his shoes.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Fran yelled, standing up quickly and taking a step away.

"Again? Really?! What is this going to become a fucking routine now?!"

Quint was too overcome with revulsion to ask the older man who else had puked on his shoes, and before he had a chance to recover, he suddenly fell off the bed and let out a cry. His body curled up into a ball, his arms going over his head as if he were trying to protect himself, and he began to flinch from each harsh blow that was felt through their link.

Francis watched, a slow anger starting to build up inside him. Suddenly he turned and left, his booted feet carrying him through the lab and to the elevator with purpose. Once inside, he slammed his hand over the button that would take him up.

"Niles you absolute fucking moron" he growled.

"Do you not realize that if you kill him, something might happen to Quint's body?!"

They hadn't tested it yet-to see if the link could anything so extreme as real physical stress on the other person, but Francis wasn't about to use either of them as the guinea pigs. Not today.

 

[Poprockz]

Indeed, he hadn't expected for Niles to simply let him fly forward, only to lose his balance to easily be shoved to the ground. Sabastian let out a pained grunt as he fell to the floor, but before he could even attempt standing, he felt Niles hitting him with what felt like a bar. The blonde gasped and writhed, putting his hands up to protect his head after the blow sent him seeing stars. Shit, every single blow hurt, even the one to his ass. He liked himself some pain in a sexual way, but in this context it wasn't the least bit pleasant.

A scream of pain came from him from the blow to his spine, the smaller man's eyes watering.

"Because you enjoyed it!?"

Sabastian gritted his teeth and glared up at Niles, trying to find something he could use to dig at the man that might hurt his pride. What Niles was saying hurt because it was true; he had enjoyed that meat. As much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn't. He had been the reason they were shot, and his body had craved their flesh. Still, it didn't change the fact that these truths seemed to tear at his very soul.

"Fuck you!" he snarled, "Why do you hate Quint so much? Is it because you want big daddy Kuznet to be fucking you in the ass instead?! Is that how you like it, Niles?!" He knew as soon as those words left his lips that Niles was probably going to beat him within an inch of his life, but at least he was able to get under the man's skin. In the back of his mind, he hoped that Quint might be able to block him out, not wanting him to have to go through that as well.

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Damien nodded, "Cora, do you agree?" He wanted them to all feel good about the decision, not wanting Cora to simply feel like she had been out-voted.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora nodded, giving him a soft smile.

"Yea, that sounds like a good idea. If we get stuck in a town, who knows how long it will take to get out."
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"Why do you hate Quint so much? Is it because you want big daddy Kuznet to be fucking you in the ass instead?!"

A deep growl came from the officer before he suddenly laid into Sabastian with new vigour, hitting him wherever he could find a tender bit of flesh. And when hitting him with the club no longer satisfied him, Niles took to kicking his ribs and beating him with his fists.

This only lasted for a few moments more, as in his state of rage, Niles over worked himself and lost his stamina, soon having to simply straddle the little man as he panted hard. Once on top of him, he grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, and then he pulled out a knife and placed it to his throat.

"Heh...heheh, you're not so fucking funny now, are you?"

The hatred behind those dark eyes was only matched by his insanity. Soon, the tip of the knife was pressing into the soft flesh of his neck, drawing forth just a small drop of purple blood.

*click*

The Officer froze, first confusion, and then rage coming over his face.

"What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same fucking thing, Niles."

"Fran?" he looked shocked and confused, his eyes darting to the side as he brought the knife away from his neck and then moved, starting to stand up. Francis let him, but he kept his gun trained on him.

"Now, I know, that you know, that whatever you do to him," his gun gestured down at the now bloody and bruised Sabastian.

"Gets felt on the other side. But what you didn't stop to think about, Niles...was that Ray doesn't like to share his toys."

The officer looked like he wanted to rip that gun out of his hand and shove it down his throat, his fists bunched and shaking.

"Move along Niles. I'll clean up your mess."

Francisco's tone was calloused and cold, as if he were talking to a spoiled little princess that couldn't even be bothered to tie her own shoes, and Niles knew it. The look that settled into his face was much worse than any glare he had ever given Sabastian, and as he turned to walk away, he didn't even bother to look down again.

Only after he was gone, out of his sight, did Francis put his gun away and bend down to check on Sabastian. Letting out a slow whistle, he smiled and started to gingerly touch his body, seeing if any major damage had been done.

"You must have really shoved a rose thorn in his sac. I say sac because we both know he ain't got no balls."

Francis started laughing loudly, bending back and reaching for a needle that was in his pocket. Unscrewing the cap, he then brought it to Sabastian's arm and gave him a small dose of tranquilizer with just a bit of painkiller mixed in. Normally he wouldn't have bothered, but much like a car wreck victim, he didn't want him tensing his muscles any more as he picked him up. His fingers could only feel so much, and he didn't have a stretcher to carry him on and keep his body still.

 

[Poprockz]

Jesus, he had expected Niles to beat him, but it didn't make it any less painful. He didn't know what it felt like to have ribs broken, but he felt like that might have been the case with him. It didn't feel like his spine was injured per se, but every inch of his skin that the man hit, beat, or kicked felt agonizingly painful since he wasn't pulling any of his blows. He couldn't keep himself from crying, his teeth gritted as he took his punishment. It was worth it to have seen how badly it had pissed Niles off.

The next thing he knew, the other man was on top of him, straddling his back. He panted right along with Niles as he wrenched his head back and brought the knife to his throat. A defiant smirk came to Sabastian's face and he let out a weak snicker. He could feel the knife pressing into his skin, but he wasn't going to die begging for his life, not in front of this fuck.

*click*

Sabastian was also confused at the sound, wincing as he looked toward the source of the noise. To his surprise, it was Francisco with a gun. He hadn't expected the other officer to come to his rescue, though on second thought, he probably did so to save Quint some pain. Whatever the case was, he was glad Niles had been stopped from gutting him like a fish.

Once that crazed motherfucker had let go of his hair and stomped away like a spoiled child, Sabastian sighed with relief and laid his face on the cold concrete, his body going limp. When Francisco knelt down and started checking his body, he hissed and winced from his touch. Everything hurt; so much so that he couldn't really pinpoint any of the individual hits. Though what Francisco said made him smile.

"Hah..." Sabastian let out a weak little laugh coughing up a little bit of blood and spitting it to the side before laying his head back in exhaustion, closing his eyes. "I asked him if he hated Quint because he wanted... Daddy Kuznet to fuck him in the ass. He fucking deserved it after what he did..." Sabastian barely felt the pinprick of the needle, the smile falling from his face as he slowly faded into sleep. "They didn't deserve that..." was the last thing he whispered before he was out cold.

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At the gates of the base, a young man with red hair and dark sunglasses walked through the gates with his small, raven-haired wife. They were both checked and found to have no bitemarks, the man explaining that he was blind. Once they were able to get through, Robert sighed with relief, smiling down at Genevieve. "You see, it was fine."

Genevieve sighed and took his arm, leading him forward. They had decided for him to actually walk with his eyes closed to really make him seem blind, wanting it to be as convincing as possible. They were at the base after having traveled for a bit after the church prison. Eventually they planned on settling elsewhere, but for now they simply needed a safe place to recoup for a while.

She smiled as a young military man caught her eye, the man carrying laundry and seeming to be in exceedingly good spirits. It was so nice to see that even in the times they were in, there were still people happy to get out and help. Robert noticed him too, but not for the same reason. The man smelled like... well, he had Sabastian's lingering scent. It was faint, but he could pick it off the clothing in the basket. Maybe whoever's clothes they were had spent some time around the blonde. He would have to be very delicate with this, thinking to himself that he should try to get the young man alone to ask about Sabastian considering what he was.

The man made a convincing show of tripping when the young man drew near, headed to the ground before Genevieve could catch him.

 

[Drobabes]

Francis had started to laugh at that comeback, but when he heard that weak, "He deserved it after what he did", it was cut short and ended in just a chuckle.

If only, Sabastian. If only he got what he really deserved.

....

Sometime later, Sabastian would wake up in a soft bed with a warm blanket laying over his body. Quint and Francisco had done their best to clean him up, but his healing goop could only do so much, and they didn't have a reliable way to get it inside his body, to help with the bruising and cracked ribs that he likely had.

The other half zombie was standing over him, reaching forward with what looked like a cool rag, when his eyes caught movement.

"Hey, Fran, I think he's coming to. Go ahead and radio Kuznet, I'll keep it short."

Quint turned back to Sabastian, giving him a weak smile and putting the rag over a bruise on his hand.

"Hey hey, I heard what you did. Fucking props my man. I think you might be the only other person alive who's gotten as mouthy with him as I have."

He then reached down, and, very gently, picked that same hand up and moved it to rest over the heart shaped pendant that was now back around his neck.

"If you got him that worked up, how mad do you think he'll be to learn I saved this?"

His face lit up then, that easy smile turning to a full on grin.
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Tommy was indeed pretty damn happy. He was a happy boy by nature, the young man always having found it difficult to stay mad at any one thing for very long. Even when things were really troubling him, he always had time to stop and smell the roses.

The newcomers to the base caught his eye, especially the fellow who seemed to be blind, so he steered himself towards their path. He had really only intended to greet them and let them know where the main buildings could be found, but as he came near, he saw the man trip. On what he tripped, Tommy couldn't say, but he knew what he had to do nevertheless.

Dropping the basket of clothing, he quickly moved forward and wrapped his arms around the man's torso, using his own body like a solid wall for him to fall against. Once the fall was stopped, he helped the man to right himself, and kept one hand on his shoulder.

"Easy there, you alright? I know summer is coming to an end, but it's not Fall yet, heh..."

 

[Poprockz]

"Hey, Fran, I think he's coming to. Go ahead and radio Kuznet, I'll keep it short."

Was that Quint's voice? Why was he here, and how long had Sabastian been out? The last thing he remembered was...

Sabastian groaned, feeling some of the pain come back to his awareness. It felt better than it had, probably thanks to Francisco and Quint, but he'd be lying if he said his body felt anywhere near good. Niles had really worked a number on him in that rage of his, but at least there probably wasn't any lasting damage. His eyes slowly opened, squinting until he adjusted to the light in Quint's room and then focusing on Quint himself.

He chuckled at what Quint had said first, giving him a bit of a smile as he felt that cool cloth on his hand. Though, he thought to himself that perhaps there had been other mouthy people, he just happened to be the lucky one who still had blood pumping through his veins.

"If you got him that worked up, how mad do you think he'll be to learn I saved this?"

He blinked, his hand seeming to have been moved to his chest for some reason. Sabastian's fingers felt around, having touched something metal. He was a bit confused as he tried to figure out what it was, but his eyes soon widened with surprise. "It can't be..." His fingers fiddled with it and popped the clasp, letting the pendant open. It didn't feel like the cloth was in there anymore, but he felt the guitar pick move slightly inside. The blonde's eyes teared up and he gave Quint a very heartfelt smile. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you... I never could have imagined that you would actually be able to save it. I still don't know how the fuck you pulled it off, but thank you so fucking much."

His body moved up an inch, it having been Sabastian's intention to hug Quint. However, that turned out to be a bad idea, the blonde hissing in pain before laying back down and saying quickly, "nope! Nope. Bad idea. Well, I'll give you a hug when it doesn't feel like Niles hit me with a battering ram.

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"Easy there, you alright? I know summer is coming to an end, but it's not Fall yet, heh..."

Genevieve raised her eyebrow, an amused smile on her face at that obvious pun. Robert however, laughed, very much enjoying the other man's sense of humor.

"Well thank you very much for breaking my fall, sir. I thought I was going to end up in the dirt again, what with my clumsy feet and all. Genevieve does what she can, but there's no saving a man with two left feet." He straightened himself up and gave Tommy a friendly smile, his reflective sunglasses giving no indication of what was behind them. He was still keeping his eyes closed for the act, but he had briefly peeked at Tommy to see what he had looked like. His face was turned in Tommy's general direction, but it was obvious he wasn't looking in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you though, I imagine you're a busy man." Reaching out, his hand felt around a bit until he found Tommy's shoulder, taking a moment to pat him twice, trying to seem easygoing. He really didn't have to try hard, having been a very kind man of God most of his life.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint's own eyes grew a little moist, watching the realization dawn on him. He could also feel some of Sabastian's emotions, and it only heightened his own.

They were such cruel bastards, learning where every weakness and insecurity was so that they could exploit it; pick at it like a sore wound to watch them squirm. Kuznet and Niles had taken so much from them. Hurt them in so many ways, and every time that Quint thought he might have been getting the upper hand on them, they shot him back down. Like forcing him to watch that tape. Forcing him to loosen his arms and give Sayori over. Forcing him to open that box...

A sudden image flashed through Quint's thoughts-the head, still sitting inside the cardboard. He hadn't meant to share it, and as soon as it came, he buried it down, looking back up to meet the blonds gaze as a few tears spilt down his face. But they weren't tears of sadness.

Ray had been wrong. Quint himself had been wrong. It wasn't pointless. What he decided to do, what actions he took...it fucking mattered. That locket in his hand, back where it belonged, that mattered. That made something right. Not everything...but he had never asked for the world.

"Well," he said, his voice a bit choked.

"You probably don't want to know how I got it haha...aah yea... Just, uh, hide it somewhere where they won't be able to find it."

"Quint, we gotta go."

"Right."

He reached up and wiped the moisture from his cheek, standing up from his seat as he did so. Before he left, though, he looked back at Sabastian with a bit of confusion.

"Oh, uh, so...this is super awkward to ask, but since you're awake...how do I get the eggs out of Sayori?"

He couldn't even finish the sentence without cringing, but he really would rather Sabastian tell him how, as, if Kuznet had figured out a way to do it, it would probably be a method that would cause her pain.
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"I'm sorry to have bothered you though, I imagine you're a busy man."

Tommy smiled a bit shyly, starting to shake his head before he realized the man couldn't see him doing it.

"Oh no sir, not at all. A soldier should never be too busy to help the people they're sworn to protect. Well, at least that's what my dad always told me, but I guess he wasn't thinking about laundry duty during those talks."

He laughed a little and shifted a bit, glancing over his shoulder at the clothes that were now in the dirt. He was just happy he hadn't washed them yet, that would have been such a pain.

"So um, has anyone given you folks the tour yet? I could show you around if you need to know where things are."

 

[Poprockz]

He had been smiling back at Quint, sharing in the feelings of hope and perseverance Quint had, even the feelings of bitterness, though he flinched slightly at the sudden image of Sarah's head in that box. She was so beautiful, her cobwebbed eye seemingly looking at Quint with a haunting expression. The rest of her head seemed to have been blown off with a shotgun, likely by someone who was unlucky enough to have come across her. He felt bad for Quint, having to have seen that. In Quint's dream, he had seen the box, but he hadn't known what was inside it until now.

"You probably don't want to know how I got it haha...aah yea... Just, uh, hide it somewhere where they won't be able to find it."

"I will. I'll hide it in my pocket and won't take it out unless I'm with you. I'm not taking that chance again." It did matter what Quint had done for him, and even if he died tomorrow, he would be grateful that he had held the necklace one more time.

"..how do I get the eggs out of Sayori?"

Sabastian shared Quint's feelings about removing the eggs, the man cringing as well. Why was he asking though? Wasn't Sabastian going to... Oh. His face looked slightly guilty as he realized that Quint was going to be forced to do what Sabastian now could not. He couldn't imagine that Sayori would be very happy about it either, but there wasn't much to be done about that now.

"Oh... Well, you know how your tentacles have a little invisible hole at the end for disbursing stuff? You'll have to... get some lubrication happening so you can move deep enough. Then, you'll want to use the tentacle that puts out the eggs. If you get it into her womb, put it up against an egg and try sucking it in. I'm pretty sure it's the only tentacle that can do it. There's a certain instinct that goes into it, so I don't think it'll be too tough for you. Just do four times to get about half of the eggs. I... could send you a memory of me doing it, be you're really not going to like what you see." Sabastian shifted anxiously. The only time he had taken one out himself had been... from himself. Margaret had laid eggs in his stomach since he had refused to take them up the ass... the first time at least.

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The "blind" man's face seemed to light up and he dug into his left pocket for a moment, pulling out a pocket Bible and tapping it excitedly. "Well, if you're not busy, then I'd very much like to take just a bit of your time to talk about the teachings of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ. I don't need a tour, but I'd love to be able to talk to you in private if at all possible. After all, I get a bit passionate when it comes to preaching the good word to a kind-hearted person, such as yourself."

Genevieve got a guilty look on her face and moved forward to take his arm, saying in a hushed voice (that was incidentally loud enough for Tommy to hear). "Honey, he doesn't want to listen to a Sermon. He's got things to do." She didn't know why Robert wanted to speak with the man, but she definitely wanted to find out, hoping her little bid would work out for them.

"Oh..." Robert's face fell, becoming a bit crestfallen as he pawed his Bible with guilt, as though he was a child whose untouched ice cream cone had just fallen to the ground in front of him. He tried to gather up a smile for Tommy, but his mouth couldn't seem to pull up all the way. "I-I'm sorry. I just haven't been able to give a sermon since everything happened. I get a bit carried away. My apologies, again." He cleared his throat and pocketed the Bible.