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Her vaginal lips parted slowly at first, then nearing a dead stop as the knot pushed the entrance open more than normal. With a grunt and a slick flesh sound, the knot pulled out and came with it was a wall of orgasm, from the kangaroo and the collie.\n\"What are you doing with a girl like me? You have some skills that I have rarely felt.\" she bent over and kissed the collie.\n\"All my other girlfriends were crazy, and left.\"\n\"Oh. well, I'm not like that.\" she wrapped her arms around the collie and snuggled into his neck.\nThe collie grabbed his cum covered knot and squeezed it, forcing the blood out so his erection would end prematurely.\n\"I have to head to work, catch a drink later?\"\n\"Sure.\" the kangaroo said, giving the collie a swat on the rear as he jumpe dout of bed to shower.\n\n\nThe kangaroo entered the bar and sat down at a table, ordering two drinks, the collie was on his way. Soon he appeared, wagging his tail when he saw the kangaroo at their regular table. He slammed the beer and ordered another.\n\"Hold up, I want a picture!\"\nThe collie grinned while the cell phone camera snapped. The roo went and posted it to her social media site.\n\"Be right back, bathroom.\"\nOnce in the bathroom, her phone began to chime with responses. The first two were the standard replies of \"Hot\" and \"Lucky\", the next few disturbed her.\nThere were several messages that followed the same form. The collie in that picture was dangerous, and there were tales of women that disappeared a few weeks after they began dating him.\nQuickly she dialed a friend who had sent a private message with intimate knowledge of this person.\n\"Callie? Hey, you sent me a message about this guy?\"\n\"Yes, that guy is a fucking freak, you need to get as far away from him as possible.\"\n\"What did he do? I mean you said that there have been multiple women that have disappeared? What does that mean?\"\n\"They are gone hun, no one knows where, or if he killed them or what, you just need to leave.\"\n\"Oh, ok... I'm with him at the bar now and-\"\n\"Just LEAVE.\"\n\"Ok, ok, I'll just go.\" There was now a notable hint of concern in her voice and her heart sunk.\n\nShe finished up in the bathroom, going over and over in her head on what she would say and how to leave.\nShe arrived at the table and sat back down. She was nervous and shaking a bit visibly.\n\"What's wrong?\" he asked.\n\"Something... came up, I have to go.\" She was now looking around, as if expecting someone.\n\"I ordered you another drink though.\"\n\"I have to... go.\"\n\"Finish the drink.\" the collie's expression turned from a night out with the guys, to that of the CEO firing the VP.\nShe needed to leave, and the startling turn of a violent tone caused her to shake more readily as tears welled up in her eyes. Her hands grasped the glass and slowly brought it to her lips, the brew began to foam from the shaking and slink down the slide of the glass.\nShe took timid little gulps, early ready to break out into tears.\n\"All, of it, faster.\" he sneered through barred teeth.\nThere was nothing keeping her from sobbing except the alcohol that she was downing.\nOnce the cup was emptied she placed it on the table. The collie grinned and sat back, throwing his paws up onto the table in a satisfied grin.\n\"You can go.\"\nThe kangaroo picked up her purse and jacket and hurried away.\n\"I will see you soon.\"\nShe didn't look back at the collie, just walked out of the bar as fast as possible.\nThe night was alive, nearing 10 o`clock and she fumbled the keys to her car in the lock. She didn't think that one shot and a beer would fuck her up this bad, but for whatever reason she couldn't concentrate.\nOnce inside the car, the BAC meter tripped and started an automated drive back home. The drive was not easy. She kept hearing his voice in her head.\nThe car arrived home and she stumbled out. The front door was wide open, the window smashed on the ground.\nImmediately she dropped her purse and rummaged through it to find her handgun. Her paws felt weird as she wrapped them around the pistol and slowly started inside.\nTerrified and quivering, she moved slowly though the house, her breath rasping in and out of control. Suddenly she hear a crash from upstairs and gasped loud, loud enough for the occupant to hear her.\nPawsteps thundered across the ceiling and then down the stairs.\n\"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...\" she muttered under he breath and once the thunder flew down the stairs, she pulled the trigger as a shadowy figure rounded the bottom of the stairs.\nThe gunshot shattered the near silence and caused more adrenaline to course through her veins. Once she recovered from the shock, she looked at the stairs, expecting to see a corpse slumped over bleeding and moaning. Instead she saw a bullet hole in the wall, drywall dust falling from the hole.\nThere was no where for him to go, but he was gone.\nShe moved over to the steps, pointing the gun in that direction waiting for something to move. The closer she got, the more she saw that there was no one there.\nShe panicked and turned on the lights to the stair well. She sat back in the corner and hear something from the kitchen. Pots and pans tumbled from above the stove to the floor.\nAnother shot of adrenaline and she moved slowly to the source of the noise.\nInside she saw a hooded person on the floor clutching his leg and crawling to the window. She pointed the gun at his back and pulled the trigger until the clip was empty.\nThe figure stopped moving and the blood pool spread from under the body to the spaces in the ceramic tile.\n\"Oh god, oh god.\" she dropped the pistol and went for the phone.\n\"911, what is your emergency?\"\n\"Oh god, some guy... he's in my place! He's robbing me and I shot him, he's dead.\" she was kneeling on the floor, curled over, sobbing into the phone.\n\"We have your address, officers will be there in a few minutes.\"\n\"Hurry... Just get here.\"\nSeveral minutes later the police arrived and walked in the open door, guns drawn. They found the kangaroo sobbing on the floor of the kitchen, the pistol empty and slide locked open. He picked it up and placed it on the counter.\n\"Ma`m, where is the suspect.\" the German Shepard asked.\nShe lifted an arm from under her stomach and pointed to the sink area.\nThe Shepard moved to the sink area and holstered his weapon, and moved back over to the kangaroo.\n\"You said he was over there?\"\n\"Y-yes, I shot him.\"\nThe officer helped her up and moved her towards the area she pointed.\n\"There's no one here.\"\n\"He.....he was there, I shot him!\" she proclaimed, getting more hysterical as she realized that there was no one there.\n\"You have a surveillance system, right?\" he pointed at the cameras.\n\"Yes, yes.\"\n\"What is code for it?\" the officer asked, pulling out a crystal pad and wirelesly accessing the system.\n\"Pouch.\"\nThe officer put the code in and started watching the tapes from an hour earlier. His expression changed as he watched, seeing the kangaroo punch through her own window and then start to scream and knock things over, then pull her gun out and then start to shoot randomly, and after the clip was emptied, turn the gun on herself. But with the slide locked empty the gun just clicked. After several more trigger pulls, she tossed the gun and curled over, screaming, then fell silent sobbing.\n\"I'm sorry, but you have to come with us.\" the officer pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and turned her around.\nThe kangaroo pushed him away and started running, but the officer touched his wrist pad and aimed it at her, firing a small stun dart that knocked her out immediately.\n\nShe awoke with a start, a blaring white light shone in her face. Things smelled clean, like a hospital.\nA burmese python in a lab coat looked down at her, scanning her head with an attachment for a crystal pad.\n\"I don't know how we didn't detect this at birth.\" he stated. \"There is a huge chemical imbalance here.\"\nThe doctor didn't seem to be talking to her, or even knew she was awake.\n\"Normally imbalances like this are caught and treated before they can get out of hand. But a condition this severe will require constant medication, and it may never improve.\"\n\"That's to bad to hear.\" a familiar voice said.\n\"Most we can do tonight is administer a sedative and some anti-psychotics.\"\n\"It takes a few weeks for them to take effect though doc.\"\nIt was that voice again, she had heard it somewhere, but she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember much.\n\"The police said she tried to commit suicide. She'll need to be restrained.\"\n\"Very well.\" the doctor grabbed a hypo and selected two vials and injected the kangaroo in the neck.\nThe neural blocker took effect immediately and any control that was coming back to her faded.\nThe doctor left the room and the work to the other voice.\nred lasers scanner her body and a machine nearby started making custom fitted clothes and restraints.\nThe other figure moved between the light and her head. It was the collie.\nHe held up a vial to her face.\n\"This is what I call psycho in a bottle. It's a neuro chemical blocker. It stops alot of the brain chemicals that keep people sane. It will wear off in a few weeks, but I'll always be here to give you more.\"\nShe tried to scream, but the only thing she could do was exist with the poison in her blood.\nThe collie went over to the machine and grabbed the clothes.\n\"Your new wardrobe.\" he held the shirt out, 'Anthro Valle Mental Asylum' was printed on the back, with a number down the sleeve.\nShe wanted to scream, to explain it all. But there was nothing she could do.\nSlowly the collie began to take off her clothes and dress her in the white and black asylum standards.\nThe collie was careful, if not too sensitive to dress her. It was lie a ritual, slowly lifting her arms to put the shirt on, seating it so there were no wrinkles. The pants and underwear were the same, slow and careful.\nThere was no caressing, no fondling or slip of the paw to a private area. The bodies were sacred and not to be defiled.\nThe drugged kangaroo shed a tear, rolling down her cheek and onto the table.\nThe collie was careful not to ruffle her fur in anyway that would make her uncomfortable. He stretched the socks out wide and slowly seated them on her paws, not letting the material stretch over her roo toes, but sit on them. He curled the ribbed tops up and rolled it out over the fur above the ankle, the pulled it down a bit.\nOnce her lower body was dressed he closed the leather cuffs and stuck a finger under it, to make sure they weren't too tight, then threaded the belt through and pushed the lock closed, keeping her feetpaws from getting any further than 12 inches away from each other.\nShe wished she had her gun. She would enjoy watching the round tunnel through his head, cracking the skull and send his grey matter spattering behind him along the nearest wall.\nShe heard the clank of buckles and that brought her from the murderous trance she was in. The collie was dangling a straitjacket in front of her muzzle. She could see the canvas body and the maze of straps dangling from it.\nHe opened the back and placed it on her chest, straightening the fabric as he went. Slipping her arms into the sewn shut sleeves with a black stripe running down the side. With a careful paw he pushed her forward and began to buckle the straps tight.\nThe pace and care he was taking would curdle the most desensitized individual. Most others would be rough and crude, but his ritualistic care of her would have most intestine wearing freaks backing away, because behind the smile brewed the mind of the next serial killer sheep, Jeffery Baahmer.\nHe slowly pulled the sleeves across her chest and laced the strap through the buckle.\nThe now familiar 'vvvvt' pulled her arms closer together in the back, again not too tight, but enough to keep her from any chance at freedom.\nOnce she was all strapped up, the collie picked her up at the knees and behind the back. She was light enough for a decently strong man to carry her instead of a wheel chair.\nHe cradled her head on his shoulder as drool spilt from her muzzle onto his blue shirt. Slowly the collie walked through all the security doors that opened as his DNA was read by the scanner.\nThe destination was the cell ward, a four story tall, twenty rooms a floor secure ward. Various cells filled each floor, the destination was the first floor. The padded cells were a priority, the most dangerous patients needed the quickest access to medical and doctoral care should anything go wrong.\nThe collie walked down the white hall way, the other patients could smell him and rushed to the door and began to throw themselves harmlessly on to the padded opening, the camera inside catching all the movement.\nFrom her over the shoulder vista, she could see that several were female, all bound and muzzled, crying and looking at the cameras.\n\"I told you all my other girlfriends were crazy.\"\nHer eyes opened, but this was as much control she had gotten back as the drugs were beginning to wear off. Thoughts of murder again entered her mind.\nThe collie set her down in an open cell and produced a muzzle from the rear of his belt. He set it down on the floor and inserted two fingers inside her muzzle, and gripped it tightly.\nWith all his strength, he squeezed down. From inside her skull she felt the pinky bone snap and the second finger skin sluff off the copper of blood flow into her muzzle.\n\"BITCH!\" the collie screamed and slapped a paw against her cheek. He began to wipe the blood on his shirt and picked the muzzle off the ground.\n\"Now you get a muzzle, you fucking cunt!\" he punched the wall and left a splotch of blood, and wincing at the self induced broken bone in his finger.\nIf there were more control over her body, she would be crying and wriggling away, but all she could do was squint her eyes, waiting for the next blow, but it never came.\nInstead she felt the same soft caress as before. He slowly slipped the leather muzzle on, careful not to ruffle her fur. The rear belt was tightened slowly, feeling his paw move any fur out of the way that would get caught in the leather.\nIf this were a normal situation, she may be enjoying this, but it wasn't something he would take off her after an orgasm, it was real.\nThe collie gave her a kiss on the nose and stood up, standing in the doorway, leaving her propped up against the wall in a corner. She was regaining control, and moved her head slowly, whining softly.\n\"I told you that I would see you again. Today and every day from now on. Forever.\"\nHis figure was looming in the doorway, blocking out the light from the hall to cast a shadow over her body.\nA tear rolled down her cheek and she looked up at him.\n\"In a few weeks, you'll be ready to do ANYTHING I want. The sexual repression will drive you mad, and that's how I like you.\"\nWith that the door was swung shut, leaving a small sliver of light across the floor of the padded cell. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": ""OH GOD YES!"
It was the the lest throes of ecstasy as the kangaroo pulled off of the collie. Her vaginal lips parted slowly at first, then nearing a dead stop as the knot pushed the entrance open more than normal. With a grunt and a slick flesh sound, the knot pulled out and came with it was a wall of orgasm, from the kangaroo and the collie.
"What are you doing with a girl like me? You have some skills that I have rarely felt." she bent over and kissed the collie.
"All my other girlfriends were crazy, and left."
"Oh. well, I'm not like that." she wrapped her arms around the collie and snuggled into his neck.
The collie grabbed his cum covered knot and squeezed it, forcing the blood out so his erection would end prematurely.
"I have to head to work, catch a drink later?"
"Sure." the kangaroo said, giving the collie a swat on the rear as he jumpe dout of bed to shower.


The kangaroo entered the bar and sat down at a table, ordering two drinks, the collie was on his way. Soon he appeared, wagging his tail when he saw the kangaroo at their regular table. He slammed the beer and ordered another.
"Hold up, I want a picture!"
The collie grinned while the cell phone camera snapped. The roo went and posted it to her social media site.
"Be right back, bathroom."
Once in the bathroom, her phone began to chime with responses. The first two were the standard replies of "Hot" and "Lucky", the next few disturbed her.
There were several messages that followed the same form. The collie in that picture was dangerous, and there were tales of women that disappeared a few weeks after they began dating him.
Quickly she dialed a friend who had sent a private message with intimate knowledge of this person.
"Callie? Hey, you sent me a message about this guy?"
"Yes, that guy is a fucking freak, you need to get as far away from him as possible."
"What did he do? I mean you said that there have been multiple women that have disappeared? What does that mean?"
"They are gone hun, no one knows where, or if he killed them or what, you just need to leave."
"Oh, ok... I'm with him at the bar now and-"
"Just LEAVE."
"Ok, ok, I'll just go." There was now a notable hint of concern in her voice and her heart sunk.

She finished up in the bathroom, going over and over in her head on what she would say and how to leave.
She arrived at the table and sat back down. She was nervous and shaking a bit visibly.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Something... came up, I have to go." She was now looking around, as if expecting someone.
"I ordered you another drink though."
"I have to... go."
"Finish the drink." the collie's expression turned from a night out with the guys, to that of the CEO firing the VP.
She needed to leave, and the startling turn of a violent tone caused her to shake more readily as tears welled up in her eyes. Her hands grasped the glass and slowly brought it to her lips, the brew began to foam from the shaking and slink down the slide of the glass.
She took timid little gulps, early ready to break out into tears.
"All, of it, faster." he sneered through barred teeth.
There was nothing keeping her from sobbing except the alcohol that she was downing.
Once the cup was emptied she placed it on the table. The collie grinned and sat back, throwing his paws up onto the table in a satisfied grin.
"You can go."
The kangaroo picked up her purse and jacket and hurried away.
"I will see you soon."
She didn't look back at the collie, just walked out of the bar as fast as possible.
The night was alive, nearing 10 o`clock and she fumbled the keys to her car in the lock. She didn't think that one shot and a beer would fuck her up this bad, but for whatever reason she couldn't concentrate.
Once inside the car, the BAC meter tripped and started an automated drive back home. The drive was not easy. She kept hearing his voice in her head.
The car arrived home and she stumbled out. The front door was wide open, the window smashed on the ground.
Immediately she dropped her purse and rummaged through it to find her handgun. Her paws felt weird as she wrapped them around the pistol and slowly started inside.
Terrified and quivering, she moved slowly though the house, her breath rasping in and out of control. Suddenly she hear a crash from upstairs and gasped loud, loud enough for the occupant to hear her.
Pawsteps thundered across the ceiling and then down the stairs.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." she muttered under he breath and once the thunder flew down the stairs, she pulled the trigger as a shadowy figure rounded the bottom of the stairs.
The gunshot shattered the near silence and caused more adrenaline to course through her veins. Once she recovered from the shock, she looked at the stairs, expecting to see a corpse slumped over bleeding and moaning. Instead she saw a bullet hole in the wall, drywall dust falling from the hole.
There was no where for him to go, but he was gone.
She moved over to the steps, pointing the gun in that direction waiting for something to move. The closer she got, the more she saw that there was no one there.
She panicked and turned on the lights to the stair well. She sat back in the corner and hear something from the kitchen. Pots and pans tumbled from above the stove to the floor.
Another shot of adrenaline and she moved slowly to the source of the noise.
Inside she saw a hooded person on the floor clutching his leg and crawling to the window. She pointed the gun at his back and pulled the trigger until the clip was empty.
The figure stopped moving and the blood pool spread from under the body to the spaces in the ceramic tile.
"Oh god, oh god." she dropped the pistol and went for the phone.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Oh god, some guy... he's in my place! He's robbing me and I shot him, he's dead." she was kneeling on the floor, curled over, sobbing into the phone.
"We have your address, officers will be there in a few minutes."
"Hurry... Just get here."
Several minutes later the police arrived and walked in the open door, guns drawn. They found the kangaroo sobbing on the floor of the kitchen, the pistol empty and slide locked open. He picked it up and placed it on the counter.
"Ma`m, where is the suspect." the German Shepard asked.
She lifted an arm from under her stomach and pointed to the sink area.
The Shepard moved to the sink area and holstered his weapon, and moved back over to the kangaroo.
"You said he was over there?"
"Y-yes, I shot him."
The officer helped her up and moved her towards the area she pointed.
"There's no one here."
"He.....he was there, I shot him!" she proclaimed, getting more hysterical as she realized that there was no one there.
"You have a surveillance system, right?" he pointed at the cameras.
"Yes, yes."
"What is code for it?" the officer asked, pulling out a crystal pad and wirelesly accessing the system.
"Pouch."
The officer put the code in and started watching the tapes from an hour earlier. His expression changed as he watched, seeing the kangaroo punch through her own window and then start to scream and knock things over, then pull her gun out and then start to shoot randomly, and after the clip was emptied, turn the gun on herself. But with the slide locked empty the gun just clicked. After several more trigger pulls, she tossed the gun and curled over, screaming, then fell silent sobbing.
"I'm sorry, but you have to come with us." the officer pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and turned her around.
The kangaroo pushed him away and started running, but the officer touched his wrist pad and aimed it at her, firing a small stun dart that knocked her out immediately.

She awoke with a start, a blaring white light shone in her face. Things smelled clean, like a hospital.
A burmese python in a lab coat looked down at her, scanning her head with an attachment for a crystal pad.
"I don't know how we didn't detect this at birth." he stated. "There is a huge chemical imbalance here."
The doctor didn't seem to be talking to her, or even knew she was awake.
"Normally imbalances like this are caught and treated before they can get out of hand. But a condition this severe will require constant medication, and it may never improve."
"That's to bad to hear." a familiar voice said.
"Most we can do tonight is administer a sedative and some anti-psychotics."
"It takes a few weeks for them to take effect though doc."
It was that voice again, she had heard it somewhere, but she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember much.
"The police said she tried to commit suicide. She'll need to be restrained."
"Very well." the doctor grabbed a hypo and selected two vials and injected the kangaroo in the neck.
The neural blocker took effect immediately and any control that was coming back to her faded.
The doctor left the room and the work to the other voice.
red lasers scanner her body and a machine nearby started making custom fitted clothes and restraints.
The other figure moved between the light and her head. It was the collie.
He held up a vial to her face.
"This is what I call psycho in a bottle. It's a neuro chemical blocker. It stops alot of the brain chemicals that keep people sane. It will wear off in a few weeks, but I'll always be here to give you more."
She tried to scream, but the only thing she could do was exist with the poison in her blood.
The collie went over to the machine and grabbed the clothes.
"Your new wardrobe." he held the shirt out, 'Anthro Valle Mental Asylum' was printed on the back, with a number down the sleeve.
She wanted to scream, to explain it all. But there was nothing she could do.
Slowly the collie began to take off her clothes and dress her in the white and black asylum standards.
The collie was careful, if not too sensitive to dress her. It was lie a ritual, slowly lifting her arms to put the shirt on, seating it so there were no wrinkles. The pants and underwear were the same, slow and careful.
There was no caressing, no fondling or slip of the paw to a private area. The bodies were sacred and not to be defiled.
The drugged kangaroo shed a tear, rolling down her cheek and onto the table.
The collie was careful not to ruffle her fur in anyway that would make her uncomfortable. He stretched the socks out wide and slowly seated them on her paws, not letting the material stretch over her roo toes, but sit on them. He curled the ribbed tops up and rolled it out over the fur above the ankle, the pulled it down a bit.
Once her lower body was dressed he closed the leather cuffs and stuck a finger under it, to make sure they weren't too tight, then threaded the belt through and pushed the lock closed, keeping her feetpaws from getting any further than 12 inches away from each other.
She wished she had her gun. She would enjoy watching the round tunnel through his head, cracking the skull and send his grey matter spattering behind him along the nearest wall.
She heard the clank of buckles and that brought her from the murderous trance she was in. The collie was dangling a straitjacket in front of her muzzle. She could see the canvas body and the maze of straps dangling from it.
He opened the back and placed it on her chest, straightening the fabric as he went. Slipping her arms into the sewn shut sleeves with a black stripe running down the side. With a careful paw he pushed her forward and began to buckle the straps tight.
The pace and care he was taking would curdle the most desensitized individual. Most others would be rough and crude, but his ritualistic care of her would have most intestine wearing freaks backing away, because behind the smile brewed the mind of the next serial killer sheep, Jeffery Baahmer.
He slowly pulled the sleeves across her chest and laced the strap through the buckle.
The now familiar 'vvvvt' pulled her arms closer together in the back, again not too tight, but enough to keep her from any chance at freedom.
Once she was all strapped up, the collie picked her up at the knees and behind the back. She was light enough for a decently strong man to carry her instead of a wheel chair.
He cradled her head on his shoulder as drool spilt from her muzzle onto his blue shirt. Slowly the collie walked through all the security doors that opened as his DNA was read by the scanner.
The destination was the cell ward, a four story tall, twenty rooms a floor secure ward. Various cells filled each floor, the destination was the first floor. The padded cells were a priority, the most dangerous patients needed the quickest access to medical and doctoral care should anything go wrong.
The collie walked down the white hall way, the other patients could smell him and rushed to the door and began to throw themselves harmlessly on to the padded opening, the camera inside catching all the movement.
From her over the shoulder vista, she could see that several were female, all bound and muzzled, crying and looking at the cameras.
"I told you all my other girlfriends were crazy."
Her eyes opened, but this was as much control she had gotten back as the drugs were beginning to wear off. Thoughts of murder again entered her mind.
The collie set her down in an open cell and produced a muzzle from the rear of his belt. He set it down on the floor and inserted two fingers inside her muzzle, and gripped it tightly.
With all his strength, he squeezed down. From inside her skull she felt the pinky bone snap and the second finger skin sluff off the copper of blood flow into her muzzle.
"BITCH!" the collie screamed and slapped a paw against her cheek. He began to wipe the blood on his shirt and picked the muzzle off the ground.
"Now you get a muzzle, you fucking cunt!" he punched the wall and left a splotch of blood, and wincing at the self induced broken bone in his finger.
If there were more control over her body, she would be crying and wriggling away, but all she could do was squint her eyes, waiting for the next blow, but it never came.
Instead she felt the same soft caress as before. He slowly slipped the leather muzzle on, careful not to ruffle her fur. The rear belt was tightened slowly, feeling his paw move any fur out of the way that would get caught in the leather.
If this were a normal situation, she may be enjoying this, but it wasn't something he would take off her after an orgasm, it was real.
The collie gave her a kiss on the nose and stood up, standing in the doorway, leaving her propped up against the wall in a corner. She was regaining control, and moved her head slowly, whining softly.
"I told you that I would see you again. Today and every day from now on. Forever."
His figure was looming in the doorway, blocking out the light from the hall to cast a shadow over her body.
A tear rolled down her cheek and she looked up at him.
"In a few weeks, you'll be ready to do ANYTHING I want. The sexual repression will drive you mad, and that's how I like you."
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