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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 21, 2016 21:19:44 GMT
"Really? Huh." Shura thought back to when she'd been modeling, wracking her brain a bit for more details, but couldn't come up with anything that would point to her former employer having been shady enough to partake in "dealings."
She held back another moan as her crotch slid along his tail. Slippery, almost phallic - though that may have just been her mind coupled with the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac. Her hands hesitantly rested against his solid pectorals, back curling inward a bit like a cat being stroked.
"I'm not too picky. Pretty much anything that includes meat or fish." His generosity continued to impress. "Not much of a needy girl either, so long as I at least have the essentials and something to wear. Unless you're one of those guys who likes to pamper their belongings," she added jokingly.
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Post by begad on Jul 21, 2016 21:56:28 GMT
"Hmm. Not like you'll need much to wear here," he chuckled. "Though that's not really a concern. I pamper because I can, and because, one should take care of what one finds beautiful..." he murmured, as there was another low noise from his stomach. "And you are certainly... beautiful..." he whispered, with a lick across her neck, in a way that suggested "delicious". "You know..." he said, into her ear. "I'm not quite done testing your suitability... You can be obedient, which is good... and you accept that your body belongs to me, which is important... but there is still the cold reality of my nature..." he said, wrapping her arms around her, holding her firmly. "By my blasphemous nature I must feed... and there is only one dish that sustains me..." he murmured. "By obeying me here, you sleep with a monster, and with death. Can you live with that? If you can't that's quite fine... having you so close is starting to remind me how long I've been without..." he whispered, nibbling on her ear, as she could feel him stiffen more behind her, his hunger and lust rising again to dangerous levels.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 22, 2016 23:23:12 GMT
A shiver sped down her spine. Damn his elongated tongue. It wasn't fair that his mouth was so close to her either, let alone the fact she was in his lap and naked. Masturbating wouldn't even have been necessary when it came to this guy.
"I've come this far," Shura answered slowly, squirming a little as her ear was teased. "And I already told you, I've done enough to put up with just about anything. It's crazy, but so is the world."
The sex would be no problem. On the other hand, the thought of being eaten again wasn't a comforting one, to put it mildly. Yet with all that he was offering to do for her in return, asking for much more would almost be like looking a gift horse in the mouth. Or snake man, in this case.
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Post by begad on Jul 23, 2016 0:10:45 GMT
"Ahh... how.... pragmatic..." he said, with a small laugh. "Logical and pragmatic... I can admire that. Hmm. I suppose it will have to be delivery then... I'm quite done with going out for the day I think, I don't want to have to go to any more human gathering to try and rustle up food," he said with a weary sigh. "What do you want in for dinner? Chinese? Indian? Sandwiches? Pizza? I know a pizza place with excellent service and food. Never actually tried their pizzas of course," he chuckled.
As he spoke he helped her out of the tub and to get dried, but she was starting to get full control of her body again - though that didn't really mean much, given his hideous, unnatural strength. She was as helpless either way. He embraced her from behind as they stood in front of his mirror, grinning over her shoulder. "Hmm. Might want to decide soon. I'm wondering if I'll be able to wait until dinner arrives at all..." he said, gently squeezing her breasts, the hunger he had shown when first eating her returning, as his body began to realize that it's fullness had been only temporary.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 23, 2016 21:37:15 GMT
"Er, pizza's fine."
Shura ignored the disgust rearing in her and instead focused on keeping her movements steady. Her thoughts kept drifting towards dark places, which is probably what he was attempting to achieve. Just how much did it take to fill him up, anyway? Maybe he was partly bluffing to get her on edge, but at the same time he very well could have been serious. Either way, she wasn't about to speak on the matter. Showing any sign of fear or hesitation in front of him was a definite doozy.
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Post by begad on Jul 24, 2016 3:33:49 GMT
"Hmm. Alright then..." he said. "Feel free to make yourself at home..." he added, as he made sure she was steady, then left her naked, slithering out into the main room, still naked, rooting around for a phone. It seemed a little odd at first that he apparently had a pizza place on speed dial, but from what she could make it, he apparently had some sort of deal with them.
"Yes, something with meat on it. Pepperoni? Do humans like pepperoni? Sure. Anyways, what do you have on the menu now? Mhm. Mhm. Oh, hmm, tell me more about that one.... Ah, giving you trouble, eh? A blonde? Sell me on her. Hmm. Well, that should be good. Thirty to forty? Very good."
He hung up and slid back to check up on Shura. "Well, it will be awhile," he said. "Hopefully that won't be too.... long..." He couldn't help licking his lips as he looked her over.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 24, 2016 21:31:07 GMT
Shura stood there for a moment, not quite sure what to do with herself. It was easy to say "make yourself at home", but when the host was someone who had violated you, in more ways than one, it wasn't the most simple of requests to carry out.
With a sigh she exited the bathroom, wandering back into the living area and seating herself on a couch. Was he really planning on keeping her stark naked all the time? She was used to being nude, but not 24/7, of course. Then, spotting one as if on cue, she took a nearby blanket and draped it over herself.
Her heart gave a twinge as she listened in. How sick were the people working there to have actually formed this kind of deal with him? Unless they'd been blackmailed, she couldn't - and wouldn't - imagine why.
"What would you be doing if I weren't here?" she asked, fully aware of how much he wanted to pounce on her again.
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Post by begad on Jul 24, 2016 22:39:09 GMT
"Hmm?" he said, thinking for a moment. "Well, if I had... guests over, maybe doing some photography, or pretending that I knew anything about art..." he said. "Otherwise probably just read. I bought that television to watch movies, but I never quite found the time. And my kind is dreadfully old fashioned." He shrugged. "Looking like I do, its only very rarely I get the occasion to go out, and I never really liked the idea of buying a massive piece of land out of town to turn into somewhere I can roam around. Never been much of the outdoorsman. Don't know if I'd like a mansion with servants all over the place either. I prefer it here, wormed nice and snug at the heart of the city. Like a parasite, I suppose," he chuckled. "Sometimes when it amuses me I pull the string on local politics, but that gets rather boring fast. The masses of humanity are dull. Only the singular, interesting humans I'll bother with."
He paused. "Hmm. Sorry. I ramble a bit when I'm hungry. All that desire bubbling up, you know. You're seeming a little shy..." he teased. "Not sure why you're so concerned about concealment when it's just the two of us." He looked thoughtful, and went to his room, returning with a long, loose dark robe and sash, which he tossed to her.
"Hmm. I imagine it will be fairly boring for a human though, around here..." he said, rubbing his chin. "No offense to your qualifications as a pet, but I'm starting to wonder if this wasn't taking a momentary whim a little far. It might have been kinder just to digest you rather than keeping you locked up in here. And I of course can't let you go free, knowing I exist. My own kind would lop my head off for that," he laughed.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 25, 2016 21:26:58 GMT
She tilted her head to the side contemplatively. So it really wasn't that different from a human's life, save for the food part. And it wasn't like he himself was sleaze, though Shura never got that impression to begin with.
"I'm not, it's just kind of cold like this." It wasn't a lie; not completely, anyway. She was a bit chilly, but there was also that feeling of awkwardness that kept creeping up on her. However, she removed the blanket once he returned with a suitable substitute and promptly began to dress.
"You kidding?" She sneered while tying the sash about her waist. "I'd rather be bored silly than melt into a puddle, thanks. I'll make do with the TV."
She wasn't denying that at some point she would become bored, because it was bound to happen, especially in a situation like this. But when it came down to a choice between life or death, she wasn't suicidal.
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Post by begad on Jul 25, 2016 22:02:32 GMT
"You know, that might be why you interested me enough to make me want to keep you..." he said, slithering up to her and slipping his hands through the robe to rest on her hips. "Everything else I hunt falls apart in my gaze, or in my grip. You human woman are so amusingly fragile... usually. You're not just pragmatic, you're downright cynical," he chuckled. "Maybe I'm keeping just to see what I do need to do to make you break. Morbid curiosity. I've had girls just see me, understand that I'm something that cannot exist, and collapse into blubbering heaps. I give you the full force of my drug and violation, and you crack jokes like we've been on a mildly dull date..."
He leaned in to kiss her gently on the cheek, his tongue flicking against her ear. "And yet you're deliciously attractive as well. I wonder if I can last thirty minutes waiting..." he sighed. "This is like locking a lamb up with a lion," he chuckled.
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 26, 2016 20:44:13 GMT
"Thought I already told you I've basically been through Hell and back. It's not a front. Were it not for my past I probably would've been just like those girls you've met before. But now freaking out is... Almost a foreign concept. Maybe that's a bad thing, I dunno." Shura wasn't one of those 'woe is me' types who let old struggles get her down, nor did she attempt to fish for pity points. It was easier to resort to that, sure, but also pathetic. And so she found strength in what had been lost, turned it into something more beneficial. Fear wasn't begotten, just further away than it was for most.
She let her hands stay limp at her sides, not shying away from his touch. "All I know is I don't wanna die ugly. That includes being stuck in here forever." She let her fingertips brush against his flat stomach.
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Post by begad on Jul 26, 2016 21:03:03 GMT
"Ah, I see..." he said. "I can't break what was already broken, hmm?" With a sudden flit to the side, he was coiling around her, possessively. "Do you have a particular tale of hell?" he asked, with a glance at the clock. "It's not quite the same as my hunger for sex or flesh, but information is appetizing to me as well. It's either that, or I violate you again. Or eat you I suppose."
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 27, 2016 21:17:18 GMT
Shura rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Sure, Freud. I've been raped, used and indebted. Though those all kinda roll into one, don't they?" She crossed her arms, staring down at her feet.
"What, you wanna know how old I was when all this started? I don't fucking remember, maybe as soon as my mom kicked the bucket after popping me out."
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Post by begad on Jul 28, 2016 3:26:16 GMT
"Hmm. Well. No way to tell if there's more to it then," he said, thoughtfully. "Not a very long story, but it tells more than its length." It was a little difficult to tell what the tone in his voice was - sympathy did not seem to come easily or naturally to him. Everything seemed rather cold and distant.
"Ah, well, such is the nature of the universe. The strong prey upon the weak," he said, with a small gesture with his tail. "Though I suppose at least debt needn't worry you anymore," he said with a sardonic smile. "At least, excepting the debts I decide to place on you..."
He tilted his head a little. "Mmm. You do seem very... bristly, though," he said in a slightly teasing voice. "I am starting to wonder if you'd take to violation as well without the venom. It would be a shame to have a slave I have to drug any time I want to enjoy her..." he chuckled. He paused for a moment. "That is actually a good point..." he said. "Its easy to be compliant when one is intoxicated. I wonder, would you take orders as well for such if you had the capacity to struggle - even if no realistic chance of stopping me? I could command you to bend over right now to take it... would you obey, if there was even the smallest illusion of being able to reject me?"
He suddenly gave a little laugh. "Well, there's not quite enough time at the moment," he said. "After dinner, I think. For the moment you can amuse yourself, I'll work on getting some food delivered by tomorrow so I don't starve you to death."
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Post by midnightlapis on Jul 28, 2016 20:27:36 GMT
"Isn't that what I signed up for? Shit, get me a pole and I could dance for you. 'S not bad for exercise either." She she stepped away from his encroaching tail and moved back to the couch.
"Not saying I'd enjoy it though. I didn't exactly have a choice before. Depends on what you want me to do, also."
Far from being a prude, Shura didn't have many qualms about what clients wanted her to do. She really only disliked the creepy humiliation stuff, but from what she knew of this guy so far, he didn't seem like the type to be into that. Then again, he swallowed women whole, so it's not that she'd put it past him.
Her thoughts then turned to the girl he'd mentioned while on the phone. If he was just going to use her as food, well, that was one thing. But she hoped there wasn't any prolonged taunting in store. You could do what you liked to Shura, but seeing others harmed in front of her was torture.
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