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Click here"Do you like pleasuring a Tatus?" he ground out, getting under her, thrusting into her hard, all the way deep.
A Tatus male inside of her. Ione's shoulders were shaking, crying as he continued to thrust into her body. The strokes were long and deep, getting faster in her. It felt hot, a deep ache and burning. She wanted it to stop. His breathing was stuttering and he began grunting with every thrust.
She felt such pain and then with it the beginnings of a terrible pleasure. She went still to feel it, her eyes slitting open as her head fell back, her mouth parting, her face relaxing, beginning to pant with it. He looked down at her and saw it. He grinned again, bitter and cruel. It seemed to excite the Tatus, his thrusts became irregular, urgent.
The feelings were building, pleasure again, but before it could reach its end again he went rigid, his face twisting. She felt him flex in her, and again, more warmth in all the painful heat of it. His teeth were clenched as his breath rushed out and he flexed and grunted again. He held there for a long moment, pulsing inside her, and then he was panting over her.
Ione turned her face to the side, her mouth trembling. She firmed it, still feeling the tears leaking. He pulled himself out of her. She couldn't even close her legs. She looked at him. He was buttoning up his pants, watching her face.
"Wash up and get dressed."
He walked and hit a lever by the door and the chair released her, Ione sitting up quickly and covering herself with her arms. Between her legs throbbed and hurt, sticky. She swung her legs off the chair and got off, walking out of the room, afraid he would touch her again.
She stopped. She was in a cell. He closed the door to the room with the chair behind himself and locked it and went past her, opening the cell door to her prison and closing it behind himself, locking it, and then he went through and closed the door leading out of the room beyond and she was alone.