A gun between your lips made it difficult the enunciate anything other than garbled vowels. Tied to the framework of moth eaten wicker, the chair creaked slightly as the captive male struggled against his bindings; dark eyes attempting to focus beneath a fringe of messy ebony quills. The lights above flickered ominously as the winds howled beyond their cellar holding station, though attention didn't part from the stocking wearing figure keeping his mouth full. Hovering over him, the elf applied slightly more pressure and whispered slowly, "Now would be a great time for you to say something intelligible."
"Ah ouuu aAHHH OUU EE AHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" His teeth bared against the gag, teeth flat against the metal of the barrel, while his best efforts went towards bouncing the ancient chair around the cement flooring. It hadn't been successful the countless times before now he had tried, but Raury dropped her other arm and pulled back the glock as she added, "I have plans later." With her posture straightened, her expression seemed comfortable settling as a disapproving frown. Reaching the other side of the squared room, her torso craned backwards against the wall, leaving long legs crossed at the ankles in their sheer coating. One of her hands had ventured to her eyeliner where the tips of her fingers were careful to ensure it had remained intact.
"Fuck you-." Sneering, the Eth spit in her general direction, "Bitch!" His aim was bad, his accent was thick, and Raury had half a mind to smack the shit out of him for his liberal use of expletives. Yet, there she remained, a hawkish pair of emerald hues narrowing through the dim of her shadowed resting place. "This place is a cage! I AM NO ANIMAL! I AM NO FUCKING ANIMAL!" His rocking became more violent, thrashing and wild as though he really thought he could outstretch the restraints by simply expanding their circumference. Unfortunately, the knots didn't work in such a fashion, and with each new desperate attempt at freedom, the prisoner received tightened bindings that now cut into the exposed flesh of is appendages. Raury was under no false impression that the treatment wasn't cruel, but her entire life was a creation made from similar experiences.
She had lived among the scorpions, and killed those weaker than herself to survive. Boston was nothing comparatively. Not even a blip on her radar. Just a cold, loud mesh of bodies all huddling together for warmth. Her demeanor switched to one of mock mirth, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Animals don't defecate where they eat, so I guess you're not an animal. I hope none of the animal's nearby get wind of you. I would hate to offend them with such a poor comparison." Even without the gun trained on the Eth, Raury was in control. When it came to her job, she was always in control; there was no doubt to this. "Why did you kill her, Mariq?"
"SHE WAS MINE! I PAID FOR HER AND SHE WAS FUCKING MINE! Why am I even here?! LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING-" Slapped silent, he widened his eyes in pained shock as the gun dragged through the swing of Raury's wallop across an already bruised cheek. The Elf pulled back her arm then, the gun pointed back towards the floor while she cleared her throat.
"Did you kill your wife, Mariq?" Raury's blood was coursing, the rush meeting her ears so with each frantic blink her company made, she tensed a fidgeting digit against the trigger of her weapon. "Did you?"
Mariq snorted with nostrils flared, his skin glistening with accumulated globules of sweat and blood from the sunken crater that was once an attractive eye socket. "She was a whore..."
"That whore was the mother... Of your children." Her free hand clenched as it glided against the outline of her cocktail dress. "Your contract wants you alive, but they didn't specify what state of living they want you in... So, you better pray I get tired of making a fucking mess of you." Turning off towards the back of the cellar, the woman sifted through medical implements and other heinous looking tools before settling over a pair of pliers with rubber electrical tape grips.
"I'm quicker to exhaust myself than to forgive you- that's a promise."
"Ah ouuu aAHHH OUU EE AHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" His teeth bared against the gag, teeth flat against the metal of the barrel, while his best efforts went towards bouncing the ancient chair around the cement flooring. It hadn't been successful the countless times before now he had tried, but Raury dropped her other arm and pulled back the glock as she added, "I have plans later." With her posture straightened, her expression seemed comfortable settling as a disapproving frown. Reaching the other side of the squared room, her torso craned backwards against the wall, leaving long legs crossed at the ankles in their sheer coating. One of her hands had ventured to her eyeliner where the tips of her fingers were careful to ensure it had remained intact.
"Fuck you-." Sneering, the Eth spit in her general direction, "Bitch!" His aim was bad, his accent was thick, and Raury had half a mind to smack the shit out of him for his liberal use of expletives. Yet, there she remained, a hawkish pair of emerald hues narrowing through the dim of her shadowed resting place. "This place is a cage! I AM NO ANIMAL! I AM NO FUCKING ANIMAL!" His rocking became more violent, thrashing and wild as though he really thought he could outstretch the restraints by simply expanding their circumference. Unfortunately, the knots didn't work in such a fashion, and with each new desperate attempt at freedom, the prisoner received tightened bindings that now cut into the exposed flesh of is appendages. Raury was under no false impression that the treatment wasn't cruel, but her entire life was a creation made from similar experiences.
She had lived among the scorpions, and killed those weaker than herself to survive. Boston was nothing comparatively. Not even a blip on her radar. Just a cold, loud mesh of bodies all huddling together for warmth. Her demeanor switched to one of mock mirth, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Animals don't defecate where they eat, so I guess you're not an animal. I hope none of the animal's nearby get wind of you. I would hate to offend them with such a poor comparison." Even without the gun trained on the Eth, Raury was in control. When it came to her job, she was always in control; there was no doubt to this. "Why did you kill her, Mariq?"
"SHE WAS MINE! I PAID FOR HER AND SHE WAS FUCKING MINE! Why am I even here?! LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING-" Slapped silent, he widened his eyes in pained shock as the gun dragged through the swing of Raury's wallop across an already bruised cheek. The Elf pulled back her arm then, the gun pointed back towards the floor while she cleared her throat.
"Did you kill your wife, Mariq?" Raury's blood was coursing, the rush meeting her ears so with each frantic blink her company made, she tensed a fidgeting digit against the trigger of her weapon. "Did you?"
Mariq snorted with nostrils flared, his skin glistening with accumulated globules of sweat and blood from the sunken crater that was once an attractive eye socket. "She was a whore..."
"That whore was the mother... Of your children." Her free hand clenched as it glided against the outline of her cocktail dress. "Your contract wants you alive, but they didn't specify what state of living they want you in... So, you better pray I get tired of making a fucking mess of you." Turning off towards the back of the cellar, the woman sifted through medical implements and other heinous looking tools before settling over a pair of pliers with rubber electrical tape grips.
"I'm quicker to exhaust myself than to forgive you- that's a promise."
---
"I can't talk- NO, I CAN'T TALK NOW!" Raury shouted into the phone receiver, the music loud and her drink beckoning her priorities straighten themselves out without sobriety interfering in her plans for the evening. "At the club. YES, CLUB! Look, I will call you back. WHAT? OH! Yeah, one. He's pretty hot but I think he's albino? I haven't talked to him yet- oh, sorry. HOT ALBINO. I GOTTA GO. YEAH, BYE." As the call ended and her phone was unceremoniously stuffed back in her clutch, there was a look one might describe as mischief masking her tan features. Whether the stranger had heard what she said or not, she didn't care. The stir stick in her cocktail was swished lazily, shifting the apple green contents of the glass in an oily vortex.
"Hm..."
---
How she shook at Gerra's tongue swiped and circled her clit, delving between her coated folds to penetrate her tight hole with the tip. Her body quaked, figure electric as her thighs caved inwards towards the tightening of eager muscles surrounding his affections. Her lips parted in ecstasy as a series of breathing pants escaped the Elf; her sounds intensifying with each thrusting he administered. Raury had never fucked anyone in a bathroom before, and had she not been entirely too intoxicated for her own good, she never would have attempted it. Only then, in that moment, did her inhibitions seem to recede back to the deep recesses of her being. She only thought of Gerra and the attention he garnered in wake of his hunger, and her climax stemmed from that animal magnetism.
No choice but to cum; she followed the orders well.
A gush of pleasure inspired juices coated Gerra's visage, marking him with her appreciation as the woman gyrated greedily against the male's lips. His pale quills were grasped harshly to pull him further into her cunt so her fluids stained his pale features with hidden markings of guilt. The jitters of her outstretched legs was no deterrent from riding the climax out fully, even if it meant grounding her stance moreso in those sharp heels of hers. A steady grind was backed by her hushed whispers of, "Please please please..." as though she feared him stopped at some crucial point in the process. That would have been unacceptable; Raury fully intended to use this stranger for all he was worth until their night together was done.
Winded, her panting paused as the hand in Gerra's hair relinquished it's grasp. "Get off the ground..." Emerald hues blinked several times before she added with a small smirk, "It's filthy down there."
---
Dancing in the shadows, her body swayed like there was some dark melody to follow in step to, though when Gerra closed the gap between them, Raury eased slightly against the larger figure. "We're never been normal people, Gerra. I'm sure there are other abnormal people out there, hoping to get from point A to point B." A scan of the room didn't really give much of a reading on Raury as a person, though there was a neatness amid the chaos. Despite nothing having been unpacked from their boxes, each container was stacked and situated with other containers of holding similar contents. Her eyes weren't in search of her belongings though, but instead followed the tilt of her head so she was staring towards the floor while the fingers kneading her back started their work.
"Mm, I definitely want the back rub." A pause followed as her neck was rolled languidly in response to Gerra's work at her rear. "But that hint at the end... Are you trying to get in some quality Netflix and Chill time?" The Elf actually laughed as her stance straightened itself once more so she could turn slightly to catch Gerra's expression.
"I had you in mind. Not much else. Why? I can't just want you around when there's time?"
"Mm, I definitely want the back rub." A pause followed as her neck was rolled languidly in response to Gerra's work at her rear. "But that hint at the end... Are you trying to get in some quality Netflix and Chill time?" The Elf actually laughed as her stance straightened itself once more so she could turn slightly to catch Gerra's expression.
"I had you in mind. Not much else. Why? I can't just want you around when there's time?"
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