"I don't do tattoos."
The voice through the mirrored glass outright laughed at the Elf before the other man standing within arms reach in the enclosure twirled a ringed finger in one slow swirl. "Just turn around and put your hands up on the wall. I can tell you now, you'll feel better when it's over."
"When what's over?"
"Branding." Her companion stated before moving inwards to take Raury in his grip, forcing her backwards despite the growl she issued low in her throat. "We don't do tattoos either. Figure the higher ups are cheap-"
"LET ME THE FUCK GO! WHERE IS ROMANY? LET ME GO! LET ME FUCKING GO OR I SWEAR-"
With a crushing blow, Raury was flattened up against the concrete of the room while the much larger Bahmi leaned forward to usher a message near the tip of her ear. "You don't swear at me-" He bashed her once more into the wall, "Do you fucking understand? You are not in control here. Now, put your arms up and keep them up, or I'll break them."
Winded, Raury felt the room spin like a carnival attraction as she did what she had been told to do, though the waves of nausea that followed the action made it near impossible not to wince and shiver at her station. Next thing she knew, the far door was opening, and words passed between the two men she had been so eager to meet hours prior. "Please don't do this..." The woman mumbled against the cool surface, though she doubted either Bahmi had any intention of listening to her plea.
"Nice and quick while it's hot, Monty."
"Yeah, yeah... Not my first rodeo."
Then came the searing of flesh, to which Raury howled and struggled against while still pinned to the wall. Hot metal morphed her bare shoulder blade, physically distorting the tan flesh until the hot iron was embedded an inch or so, then it was held their despite her screams, left to set the image regardless how much she fought. Having not recalled starting to cry, her tears were more a burden than a release. Her eyelids snapped shut, her body wracked with the radiating sensation of the burn being administered.
"Alright, she's set. Let her go." Just like that, the Elf was released as the brand was pulled back, her body soon after slumping onto the floor. Half seated, she rested with her forehead to the wall, unable to turn and face the men as they continued speaking. "Told you. It'll hurt for a few days, but it's not going to kill you. Lots of things'll kill you, but this won't."
"M'hm. Besides, didn't you get signed up for this for a reason? You don't seem so tough now, do ya? Can't go having second thoughts now. Too late for it."
"Yeah." Monty chimed in as the two Bahmi headed out the open doorway without Raury. "Much too late."
---
With her head swimming and her senses lost in a carnal menagerie focused on the stranger, Raury didn't hold back. Her thighs tightened around his hips so with each sequential thrust, she took his cock deeper into that tight cunt of hers. All the way to the base, swallowing his girth in her slick folds, without true concern for what was happening. The sparks between them were magnetic, and she could credit pure impulse to her actions where he held her pinned in his arms. Gerra smelled of rich stories and frightening conclusions. His skin was so pale, she didn't know what to make of him; only reacting to the pounding he issued to her eager sex. No matter how rough he got with Raury, she didn't feel compelled to tell him to stop. Instead, she was hungry for more, her hips rotating inwards to grind desperately against the mesh of their conjoined bodies.
Drunk Raury had forgotten about safe sex in the heat of the moment. Worries of what diseases he might possess were long gone, replace instead with the unrivaled demands of her elevated figure thirsting for finish. She wanted to cum, and for him to feel that compression as the muscles sponged and smothered his cock into submission. The closer she got to climax, the more she panted through their kisses- her tasting interrupted further as slender fingers enclosed over her bare throat. How she tightened then, gushing her pleasure along the length of his pulsating cock like he had stumbled across a hidden path in the wilderness. Back arching, Raury whispered and moaned as best she could around the restriction his hand placed on her windpipe, though it didn't silence the woman.
No, she was a siren singing lust borne hymns to the curiously pale Elf, her parted lips never ceasing to try and smother his in adoration. The pit of her stomach tensed amid the mesh of pleasure, her cheeks flushed as every breath became more difficult to steal from the control her partner kept. It was intoxicating. She didn't need to breath for the last harsh pumps of his cock though, her hands knotting their digits in his snowy locks so when she came for him, she could pull them in time with the tremors of her orgasm. Rocking her hips in harsh gyrations against Gerra's groin, she ensured he was completely sheathed in her mess of a cunt when the warm gush of her pleasure coated his cock. She held him there, tight and secure, for the entirety of her climax, and was strangely quiet when she finally finished.
Lashes fluttered open to focus on the pale stranger before she asked sheepishly, despite still being choked, "Are you... seeing anyone?"
---
"I don't think I'm much good at spreading my attention." Raury admitted offhandedly, though she let the topic be absorbed into what else they had on their minds. It was a depression point to linger on her potential relocating, and for all they knew, their worries were wasted. Assignments had been known to last years, and with any luck, her job would keep her firmly planted in Boston. The apartment, the weather, and her one real connection to the city - she didn't want to go just yet. At least, not without Gerra, but she knew whatever business he was involved in wasn't something he could be plucked from so easily.
Her commitments ran deep. There was blood at stake. Likely Raury's.
Physically comforted, she tried to ease her mind while Gerra's hand slid over her shoulders, and when the pad of his thumb ran slight against her branding, she didn't stir anymore than was expected. Sometimes she forgot about the incident, which was likely a way she intended to cope with the trauma. The Elf didn't need pity for the messes she made for herself; the hole she was trapped in was plenty deep. Inclining her head slightly backwards, Raury replied with a purr, "Maybe I should call more." Flashing a passing smirk, the woman abruptly leaned backwards without regards to his working hands. Just to be closer to her companion, with his still chilly body there to absorb her heat while she was cradled in the nest his legs formed.
"I'm exceptionally good at worrying though." Her features tilted to catch his, a gentle kiss then stolen from his lips between thoughts. "Like when I didn't hear from you for a week- how many texts did you receive from me when you finally checked? Like fifty? Someone has to keep tabs on you, Gerra. It's like a side project, or something. Tracking you, making sure you still have all your limbs." She made an airy gesture before continuing with, "I would be a mess without you... More of a mess than I already am." Raury only seemed to admit such things when the lights were out, quietly passing the words between herself and Gerra as though it were a secret.
Everything between the pair was a secret in it's own right.
The voice through the mirrored glass outright laughed at the Elf before the other man standing within arms reach in the enclosure twirled a ringed finger in one slow swirl. "Just turn around and put your hands up on the wall. I can tell you now, you'll feel better when it's over."
"When what's over?"
"Branding." Her companion stated before moving inwards to take Raury in his grip, forcing her backwards despite the growl she issued low in her throat. "We don't do tattoos either. Figure the higher ups are cheap-"
"LET ME THE FUCK GO! WHERE IS ROMANY? LET ME GO! LET ME FUCKING GO OR I SWEAR-"
With a crushing blow, Raury was flattened up against the concrete of the room while the much larger Bahmi leaned forward to usher a message near the tip of her ear. "You don't swear at me-" He bashed her once more into the wall, "Do you fucking understand? You are not in control here. Now, put your arms up and keep them up, or I'll break them."
Winded, Raury felt the room spin like a carnival attraction as she did what she had been told to do, though the waves of nausea that followed the action made it near impossible not to wince and shiver at her station. Next thing she knew, the far door was opening, and words passed between the two men she had been so eager to meet hours prior. "Please don't do this..." The woman mumbled against the cool surface, though she doubted either Bahmi had any intention of listening to her plea.
"Nice and quick while it's hot, Monty."
"Yeah, yeah... Not my first rodeo."
Then came the searing of flesh, to which Raury howled and struggled against while still pinned to the wall. Hot metal morphed her bare shoulder blade, physically distorting the tan flesh until the hot iron was embedded an inch or so, then it was held their despite her screams, left to set the image regardless how much she fought. Having not recalled starting to cry, her tears were more a burden than a release. Her eyelids snapped shut, her body wracked with the radiating sensation of the burn being administered.
"Alright, she's set. Let her go." Just like that, the Elf was released as the brand was pulled back, her body soon after slumping onto the floor. Half seated, she rested with her forehead to the wall, unable to turn and face the men as they continued speaking. "Told you. It'll hurt for a few days, but it's not going to kill you. Lots of things'll kill you, but this won't."
"M'hm. Besides, didn't you get signed up for this for a reason? You don't seem so tough now, do ya? Can't go having second thoughts now. Too late for it."
"Yeah." Monty chimed in as the two Bahmi headed out the open doorway without Raury. "Much too late."
---
With her head swimming and her senses lost in a carnal menagerie focused on the stranger, Raury didn't hold back. Her thighs tightened around his hips so with each sequential thrust, she took his cock deeper into that tight cunt of hers. All the way to the base, swallowing his girth in her slick folds, without true concern for what was happening. The sparks between them were magnetic, and she could credit pure impulse to her actions where he held her pinned in his arms. Gerra smelled of rich stories and frightening conclusions. His skin was so pale, she didn't know what to make of him; only reacting to the pounding he issued to her eager sex. No matter how rough he got with Raury, she didn't feel compelled to tell him to stop. Instead, she was hungry for more, her hips rotating inwards to grind desperately against the mesh of their conjoined bodies.
Drunk Raury had forgotten about safe sex in the heat of the moment. Worries of what diseases he might possess were long gone, replace instead with the unrivaled demands of her elevated figure thirsting for finish. She wanted to cum, and for him to feel that compression as the muscles sponged and smothered his cock into submission. The closer she got to climax, the more she panted through their kisses- her tasting interrupted further as slender fingers enclosed over her bare throat. How she tightened then, gushing her pleasure along the length of his pulsating cock like he had stumbled across a hidden path in the wilderness. Back arching, Raury whispered and moaned as best she could around the restriction his hand placed on her windpipe, though it didn't silence the woman.
No, she was a siren singing lust borne hymns to the curiously pale Elf, her parted lips never ceasing to try and smother his in adoration. The pit of her stomach tensed amid the mesh of pleasure, her cheeks flushed as every breath became more difficult to steal from the control her partner kept. It was intoxicating. She didn't need to breath for the last harsh pumps of his cock though, her hands knotting their digits in his snowy locks so when she came for him, she could pull them in time with the tremors of her orgasm. Rocking her hips in harsh gyrations against Gerra's groin, she ensured he was completely sheathed in her mess of a cunt when the warm gush of her pleasure coated his cock. She held him there, tight and secure, for the entirety of her climax, and was strangely quiet when she finally finished.
Lashes fluttered open to focus on the pale stranger before she asked sheepishly, despite still being choked, "Are you... seeing anyone?"
---
"I don't think I'm much good at spreading my attention." Raury admitted offhandedly, though she let the topic be absorbed into what else they had on their minds. It was a depression point to linger on her potential relocating, and for all they knew, their worries were wasted. Assignments had been known to last years, and with any luck, her job would keep her firmly planted in Boston. The apartment, the weather, and her one real connection to the city - she didn't want to go just yet. At least, not without Gerra, but she knew whatever business he was involved in wasn't something he could be plucked from so easily.
Her commitments ran deep. There was blood at stake. Likely Raury's.
Physically comforted, she tried to ease her mind while Gerra's hand slid over her shoulders, and when the pad of his thumb ran slight against her branding, she didn't stir anymore than was expected. Sometimes she forgot about the incident, which was likely a way she intended to cope with the trauma. The Elf didn't need pity for the messes she made for herself; the hole she was trapped in was plenty deep. Inclining her head slightly backwards, Raury replied with a purr, "Maybe I should call more." Flashing a passing smirk, the woman abruptly leaned backwards without regards to his working hands. Just to be closer to her companion, with his still chilly body there to absorb her heat while she was cradled in the nest his legs formed.
"I'm exceptionally good at worrying though." Her features tilted to catch his, a gentle kiss then stolen from his lips between thoughts. "Like when I didn't hear from you for a week- how many texts did you receive from me when you finally checked? Like fifty? Someone has to keep tabs on you, Gerra. It's like a side project, or something. Tracking you, making sure you still have all your limbs." She made an airy gesture before continuing with, "I would be a mess without you... More of a mess than I already am." Raury only seemed to admit such things when the lights were out, quietly passing the words between herself and Gerra as though it were a secret.
Everything between the pair was a secret in it's own right.
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