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Memento Mori
Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Author: spermanator4, Rating: , Source: xHamster
he thought. "My guest, won't you be my guest," Hannibal said. He led Kaj down into the dungeon. Jean-Paul was there like before, chained arms and legs to the wall, bl**d dripping down, electrical wires hooked up to him. "This critter is about as unbreakable as they come," Hannibal said proudly, putting a hand on Jean-Paul's shoulder and causing him to wince in pain. "Release him," Kaj commands. "As you wish, my good fellow." Hannibal undid all the chains and released the electrical wires. Jean-Paul fell to the ground. His face was that of a terribly old man's. "Put me back!" he commands! "Isn't it just fascinating?" asked Hannibal, more to himself than to Kaj. "Jean-Paul," Kaj said, "You're free now, can't you see? I'm here to free you." "You can't free me," Jean-Paul said madly, "YOU CAN'T FREE ME!" His eyes are wild with passion. "Shall I return him?" Hannibal asked politely? "It's nothing personal, I didn't know either of you when I captured this specimen. But an interesting one he turned out to be. Unbreakable. Inedible. I can't fatten him up because he eats the bare minimum, not that I could eat an unwilling dish anyway. It could be similar to the situation where a prisoner comes to feel more at home in prison. The structure, they lack it on the outside, they lose the ability to make choices." "You. You monster." Kaj said, and walked out. CHAPTER FOUR The next five ... fell into line as easily. Then came a challenge. Two Reds together. The moment she started getting one, the other would snap him out of it. Time felt as if it were speeding up for Fantasia. Fantasia had to speed up her mind to keep up with time's inertia. She began questioning her own motives. Did she really want to do this job or was she tricked into doing something immoral? No, I can't think that way, she thought. Which of course was a lie, because she just did. There are things we must tell ourselves to sl**p at night. It is not a solvable problem. Now you're infected, although you were already infected. Since the Event, we all are. But I can cure you. Fantasia popped a purple pill in her mouth. I've made a deal with the devil, haven't I? she thought bemusedly. She felt something she'd never felt before: the urge to impress someone. Kaj had a strong effect on her. But she didn't believe in love. She knew we hurt what we love. She didn't want that. But her thoughts kept returning to Kaj, like a merry-go-round returning to a smiling, encouraging mother. The man of 20,000 faces. Who was he? Was he himself or was he all the 20,000 Whites? She had full confidence she'd figure it out. But not by joining them. There must be another way, she thought. There must be. Fantasia led these two whites like the others. One would cover the eyes of the other, but he'd feel compelled to peak at her beauty and would subsequently walk forward, then he'd have his eyes covered and the other would ...