Dark Conquest.

[cgraven]

The earth, the world as we know it no longer existed. Its end, not the result of some climatic war, well yes there was war but not a clash of titans but rather a scrabble a rabble for power. Its passing was from neglect and greed. Summers had grown hotter drier, the winters colder harsher., crops failed and starvation was wide spread. Nation fought nation for what little water there was for what areas could still produce a crop. When nations ceased to exist then one community would fight another. Slowly humanity began to divided in to two opposing camps.

The Tecnoids believed that only science held the answer to humanity’s salvation. So all resources must be dedicated to science, the population must be strictly controlled so that humanity would not outstrip what little resources remained. Forced sterilization of women was their answer. Control their reproduction and you controlled the population. The unforeseen consequence was that the population began to fall drastically do to sickness and unforeseen plagues. The result of which was 8 out of 10 girls were born barren.

The other group were the Holy Brethren who had forsaken the god of science for the older gods of humanity’s dark long forgotten past. They suffered from the plagues just as much as the Tecnoids. Yet where the Tecnoids used their science and meld with machines to survives the ravages of the plague the Holy Brethren scarified to appease their gods wrath. The answer to their prayers and sacrifice was the mutation of their bodies into hideous shape and forms.

Yet in this world of crumbling society, were mankind's once great towering cities stood, and now only vein covered ruins remained. Yet in those now deserted canyons of crumbling steel and concert their was a whispered rumor of others, the Norms. These mystical beings were like the ancient ones wholly human unmarred by the plague, clear of skin and the women fertile.

The Tecnoids took these rumors very seriously for a fertile woman could be their salvation a precious gem to be studied, to be the bases for new breeding stock.. The Brethren had other plans for such a creature

 

[Nina327]

“Are we in Montana or Canada? I can never tell.”

She was almost dumbstruck at the question her twin brother posed. He was serious though. Before her sarcasm dripped from her tongue she tripped him into the nearest tree.

“You have got to be kidding me Tim. In 19 years you still haven’t learned the geography or even where the hell you are from the stars... or the trees! What are you going to do when I'm traded camps, huh?” Natasha completely enjoyed the time she had left with her brother. They were after all just past 19 and in a few more months would be up for breeding trade with other nomadic camps. Months would go by and she would no longer be allowed to go on hunts or patrol. She earned her place here dammit but she knew in order to keep Nomad lines strong genetic diversity was their mainstay. Well that and never staying long at one camp. So they would be spit up.

“Tasha don't remind me. I'm already worrying about you being in anther camp and how much trouble your going to be. You know you will have to try to stay within safety confines after your mated right. The only reason you're allowed to patrol is because WE work better together than any of the other teams. And you're an insufferable brat if you're not let out” Tim hid his worry in tripping her, grabbing her hat and running off into the bush.

Giving chase she was glad the camps smiths were the best. Her armor almost fit her like snake-skin though it did round off and square off more than her brothers. It had to hide her figure the best it could and still allow her to move fluidly. She tackled him and sat on his back while she recoiled her hair and stuffed it under her hat. “No more of that, last time I had to stay inside for two whole weeks!!!”

The evening pressed on and they checked the rabbit traps before making their way back to camp. If you didn’t know the way you would never find them. They did their best to leave no trace, nor track, nor crumb behind lest the Others learn their migration patterns. As camp motto goes... Safety first, survival second.

 

[cgraven]

“ Damn it Loki stop pressing me. The ancient ones’ eye in the sky will be operational when it is operational it is an ancient technology we hardly understand. And most of what we are doing is trial and error.”

Dryfuss ran a hand over his bald plate and refouced his right eye to magnification 10X. The multy-tool that was his left hand extended a probe and he adjusted the device that was labeled transmitter control. He could not help but feel the mountain pressing in on him. The chambers so far below the surface the long dark corridors When he first discover it he had believed it must be a tomb but the technology was amazing. NORAD what a strange name for these caverns. Dryfuss’s thought where jolted back to the present as a huge glass wall flared to life.

“ Loki It is on line The eye in the sky has been activated.”

With a whirling of gears and motors Loki Nordstrom Head genetics research of Tecnoids North shuffled through the skeins of reports and rumors that he had been collecting for years.

” Reposition and scan sector Delta, Exray, 130, tack 45. Maximum magnification.”


“What are we looking for?

That Mr. Dryfuss, that!”


Nordstrom pressed his finger to the glass wall where there was an image it was a camp like nothing Dryfuss had ever scene. The people they were not the misshapen and twisted bodies of the Brethren. They were fit all human, they looked like the ancient ones yet there was no sign of any technology.

” Norms Mr. Dryfuss,…………..

The word rolled from his lips as if it were a dream ,to speak out loud would make it evaporate. Loki turned to Dryfuss.


“ Dispatch hunter group 170 to capture them……”

He paused, studying the scene before him.

Tell them stun weapons only there is a woman with them.

Little did Tasha or Tim know that with in a few hours the sky raiders of hunter group 170 would becoming for them and the camp that was their home.

 

[Nina327]

That sound. She had never wished to ever hear that sound. It had been described to her as far back as her memory could recall. It was electrical hiss and mosquitoes and soft tornadoes. She could hear men around camp slipping from their pallets and into armor. She heard weapons assembled so very quietly. She was doing the same as them, getting ready to fight for their lives. She coiled her hair and pinned her hat to her head. Turning she grabbed two handfuls of dirt and smudged them into her jawline and arms. Giving herself, she hoped, at least a bit more time to fight them and escape.

Tim grabbed her and shoved her to the ground. “Change of plans, you are not fighting. Not first wave, Not second. You only fight if it's the last thing you do.” He piled both their pallets atop her but not before she grabbed his hand. “Remember your promise!” She hissed “Our promises, we die by each other hands, promise!” He nodded once, whispering so low. “Promise, now try not to even breath!”

She heard heavy steps, she heard her men take their points before the cacophony of battle reached her muffled ears. Tears found the dirt floor. She knew all of them grew up learning how to fight, just to protect her. Well women but being the only one in this camp. It was just her. Terror froze her but she knew she couldn’t stay hidden, she couldn’t just wait to be found.

Strange sounds cut through gunfire and spear cast and bodies hitting the ground. She could hear it in the ground it self. The offset footsteps. The heavy thud and agile banter before that sickening thud. Tim's scream ripped through her. She couldn't, couldn’t stay here anymore. She had to do what she was trained to do. Fight and run.

Rolling from under her pallets and out from under the edge of her tent. Right into her brothers frozen face. She inhaled dirt and curled fighting the gagging cough. Breathing through her nose she drew up to a crouch and took off. She wouldn’t look at them. Training. Look for gaps and run. Change direction and run faster. She slid her hand up her back and pulled out the machete. Metal rang out loud as she cut away reaching arms and legs that threatened her path.

Her feet left the ground and her scream tore the night into silence. One of them had her by the hat, the hair. She hacked at it till her blade broke and her hands flew to odd flesh. Ripping at it, parting it from its owner before her world when black.

 

[cgraven]

“ Stun weapons only!”

Commander Northcroft almost spat the words. Hunter Group 170 was an elite attack group not a field survey party. Their function was to protect the Tecnoids from the fanatical attacks of the Brethren not to go chasing after ancient fairytales about the mythical Norms. Yet as the Devastator elector-copters made their approach to the Camp, where Natasha and Tim slept in blissful innocence, he could hardly believe his eyes. So it was true they did exist.

The attack was a coordinated strike to take the camp swiftly in almost a surgical manner. The four Devastator of the 170th came in low and fast. It was a perfect textbook attack, the mission could not fail, except for one minor error. The weapons were not set to stun. Northcroft realized at as he saw the Norms being ripped apart by the 170th murderous fire.

“STUN, DANMN IT PLACE YOUR WEAPONS ON STUN!!!’

He shouted in to his command set

“Its prisoners we want not corpses.”

As he stepped from his Devastator there were plenty of corpses but precious few prisoners. There were one or two defeated and defiant men now under close guard and three seriously wounded Norms the rest were dead.

“ Were is she.”

Northcroft asked a dazed prisoner. she a Norm woman here every man in the 170th had heard. Could it really be true. Then to the left a figure broke and ran like a scared jackrabbit. three troopers took off after the little scampering ghost. One screamed as his right leg was severed by the blow from a machete.

“Medic”

Cried his companion as he stopped to stem the bleeding. The remaining trooper continued the chase and grabbed his pry by the cap,. His clawed mechanical hand entwining in his pry hair. He saw the desperate flashing of the machete, the sparks that flew when it skidded along his mechanical leg. Her heard the ring as the blade snapped as he brought the struggle ling lad back to the LZ to drop him at Commander Northcroft’s feet. Yet as Natasha lay prostrate at his feet it was quite obvious that she was not a lad at all. He saw the look in her eyes, a hunter’s eyes and he pulled the trigger of his weapon.

“Load the prisoners on the choppers, place her in mine.”

Northcroft’s weapon had been placed on stun he had had no intention of damaging the precious cargo that now rode in blissful unconsciousness in his Chopper.

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“You idiot Northcroft, you almost destroyed our best hope in years !”


Loki Nordstrom did not attempt to hide his displeasure with the commander of Hunter Group 170. He dismissed Northcroft as if he were an errant schoolboy and turned his attention to the young beauty strapped to the examining table.

“ The subject female, height approximately 5'2 to 5'4, skin fair, Pale flawless……..”

Loki’s voice trailed off as he could not help but be struck by Tasha’s flawless beauty impulsively his fingers ran through the unconscious beauty’s shimmering silken Brunette hair he loved the way the light played with its reddish high lights. The little freckles across the bridge of her nose from a life running free under the warm caress of the sun.

He felt a stirring in his loins that he had never felt before and he began to believe the legends of the effect these wild women could have on men.

 

[Nina327]

Giggles and sunshine and warm skin and summer breezes... Breathing deeply she dreamed as she always did; children's dreams of playing in endless sunshine, games and stealing treats from cooking fires. She dreamed of starry nights at camp... surrounded by her brothers and cousins, of running her fingers through familiar strands as fingers ran through hers.

She moaned in sleeping memory her head turning and seeking petting fingers. To be in that dream forever would have been bliss. Nuzzling fingertips her mind awoke. The fingers were not quite warm and her body nagged her to stretch. She couldn't’t though; every move halted. Her eyes blinded as they opened. Bright blinding white light and dull pain in her chest. Panic crept in. There was no warming sunshine, no pollen in the breeze. She stopped trying to move but to push her thoughts through waking confusion.

Her eyes sought out everything that wasn’t blinding white light and slowly he came into focus. Breath stopped and realizations ripped a scream like nothing she had ever felt from her gut. He was man.. but the stories held no justice at all. He had flesh and skin, lips... but more and less.. half a man. Wholly terrifying. Half a face... She tried to gulp air... She just couldn’t process it. Her brain stopped. She needed to be free. There was no focusing like they taught her. There was no planning out an escape... she was just too frightened. She thrashed squeezing her eyes shut, twisting her body. She felt naked even with all of her armor on, from leggings to each plate that fit over the other one... they clattered and fought with each other over her frame. Fighting with everything she had she just couldn’t think, words slipped out but failed to make sense.

 

[cgraven]

was far from pleased with Northcroft’s and his nearly disastrous execution of what should have been a very simple mission.

Stun what was so difficult for that thick headed gun jockey to understand. Place your weapons on stun.

Loki mumbled under his breath for the hundredth time as he examined the scorched breast plate of the subject that lay bound on the lab table. He adjusted the over head surgical lamp. The brilliant white light bathing the head and upper torso of ….

“Specimen FH69-Norm”

Even a cursory examination reviled the subject to be female. She was covered in type of armor that could be described as scale. A series of overlapping plates scavenged as designed. Suddenly there was a little giggle then a dark moan as Specimen FH69-Norm started to regain her consciousness. The leggings to each plate that fit over the other one... they clattered and fought with each other over her frame. Fighting with everything she had she just couldn’t think, words slipped out but failed to make sense.

“ Quiet Down girl!”

Loki scolded his subject. His words, if she understood them, seemed to have little effect as she fought all the harder against her bonds. Dr. Loki Nordstrom drew a hypo of 10cc’s of a sedative and injected it into the IV line in her neck. It was just enough to quiet her. Leave her ply able so he could continue his exam.

“Now let’s get you out of this armor Miss.”

He smiled down into his captives eyes.

“Oh yes I know you’re a girl and no lad just need to see how old you are and if you are fertile yet.”

With those words Loki started to cut away the buckle and straps that held Tasha’s armor on slowly he stripped it away from her describing each piece, its construction, and what it was made of. To the girl strapped to the exam table it looked as if her were speaking to the air. Finally Tasha lay there with only her under garments on Loki picked up a pair of shears and began to cut these away also.

 

[Nina327]

His order for quiet was ignored but the touch to the IV rocked her sanity. She didnt know she had a line. Let alone in her neck... thinking of it overly long though wasn't happening. Whatever he injected worked almost instantly. It felt like someone pulled her plug. Moving took every ounce of effort. Hearing took more and seeing took even more.

Her hands stayed as fists, tight as the drug would allow..... Even her screams died off. Just in time to hear him call her 'Miss' and see his face.... She clenched her teeth together and focused through her terror on the smile, however menacing and the side of his face that was human. It was the only way she could stop screaming.

“Oh yes I know you’re a girl and no lad just need to see how old you are and if you are fertile yet.”

The reaization of what he meant took full hold as her armor was stripped away and called out to noone. Like reading off an invintory of supplies. each scales dimentions and makup described in utter mechanical detail. The woolen cloth that fit her like the lycra of old to which the armor was attached, cut away like skinning an animal.... till she was bare. She tried to will herself to move, to fight but it was like trying to move through a fount of mud. Screaming would do no good. It were as though he couldnt hear her anyway. As her bra and panties were sheared from her skin she finaly hit rage.

Her voice was a soft hiss due to the drug but rang through her mind like the trill of a thousand bells. "Fertile, I'm not a crop or chattle, I am more human than you will ever be."

 

[cgraven]

This young beauty had a will, a spirit that Nordstrom found quite sensual. He admired how she fought the effects of the opiate that coursed through her veins. Yet as the surgical scissors slowly cut open the woolen cloth that fit her supple young body like a second skin he could not help but be taken by the firmness of Tasha’s body and the flawless perfection of her skin. There was not a sign of the contagion that marred the Brethren or required the prosthetics of his own people. She was breath taking and he was held awestruck as Natasha lay naked and bared before him on the exam table. Loki Nordstrom shuck himself back to the present.

“Shall we continue Miss!”

It was more a statement of fact than a question.

“Position 2’

Tasha’s tormentor once more spoke into the air. And there was a soft purring, It almost sounded like a kitten purring and yet not quite. Tasha felt her knees being bent up and back towards her belly and her legs being wide spread untill her little pussy was opened and bared to the mechanical man beast. The sparse downy fleece that barely covered her did little to hide her sweet innocence form Nordstrom. The beast seemed to slip a second skin over his human hand. Loki’s gloved hand slowly began to press into Tasha’s chaste virginal body and he began his most intimate examination of her sweet innocence.

 

[Nina327]

It, he continued on as though she hadn't spoken a word, speaking at her instead of to her. Had she been watching him she would have noticed his rather human response to her naked form but she wasn't so she didn't.

Drug induced timing also prevailed... Her legs were parted and she was splayed open almost before her rage reached her lips again. Renewing her struggles against both bond and drug. Her mind didn't want to think of what his words meant, what her positioning meant or that she had only ever been touched there before in the safety of her camp. She had been in a nomadic camp as the only female. Though touching was allowed no breeding was. Her camp mates respected that and her, it was simply their way. Still she would fight not to have her innocent childlike memories tainted.

Anger marred her features and shook her to the bone. Well as far to the bone as opiates would allow. She knew where his hand would go yet it still wasn't real until his fingers sunk in, no pause no wait. Her walls tightened at the invasion, her body trying to buck away but her eyes locked on to his human one. She wanted to scream at him. Her virtue was supposed to be saved for her first mate. She hoped something would break through mechanical indifference but the hope that were true was lost like the other half of his flesh and bone.

Her body shook with every struggled attempt to squirm away from probing fingers. But they stayed firmly within her, probing as far as virtue allowed. A new sensation made it to her brain through the rage and made her whimper. The more she had struggled the more her tightness had fought with his probing fingers. She bit her lips as she only vaguely recognized that type of feeling. pleasure was not something she would share with him.

 

[cgraven]

Damn but she was magnificent the way despite the bounds that held her, the opiates that dulled her senses and responses this wild creature fought with all the strength she could muster. Loki was become more a man that a scientist as Tasha’s gorgeous young body arched from the examine table straining against her bounds and his probing finger. Damn but she was tight and the sensation of her chaste virginity trying to expel his probing finger, the way it clamped down on that finger, clutched at it filled Loki with a drake temptation. Slowly he began to work his finger in and out of the girl’s clutching pussy.

“What do they call you girl?”

Loki’s voice was husky with his own building arousal. His thumb rolled her clit under it’s pad his finger slowly fucking her tight little pussy.

“I asked your name girl.”

There was a touch of anger in his voice now as a second finger joined the first in her tight pussy as he continued to finger fuck his sweet alluring captive. Her hazel eyes striking in their beauty the splash of colors that played in their innocent depths. Her skin so pale so flawless and her pert young breasts seeming to call to him in a dark seductive temptation. Slowly the tip of Loki’s tongue slid across his parched lips. His head lowered and the tip of his tongue leisurely circled Tasha’s pale pink areola. It flicked at the young beauty’s rose bud nipple teasing and taunting it. His teeth grazed that taunt bud. Then unable to resist the seduction of her perfect body he nipped her nipple and holding it firmly between his teeth drew a cool moist stream of air of Tasha’s feverous little rosebud nipple. By now Loki was working three fingers in her virgin pussy finger fucking Tasha.

 

[Nina327]

Sensation increased through no movement of her own. she tried to shake it off and focus on her anger. Anger was all she had. She cared nothing for modesty and had no doubts she would have lost her virtue in a matter of months. She did have her anger though. At violation, at her bonds at his fingers, at that sensation they created.

“What do they call you girl?”

Her eyes never left his but had to refocus to hone in on his face. His voice was diffrent... expressions changed... It shouldn't have surprised her because he was male. Lust though was something she knew could only be a human trait. Pursing her lips together she shook her head. Whimpering her eyes squeezed shut momentarily, fighting a shiver that sprouted from his thumb working over her clit.

“I asked your name girl.”

His voice pitched and her invasion doubled. Still she clung to her rage. She watched him admiring every bit of her flesh... though with the drug the sensations and her vision wared for her attention. She would not give in no matter how much her hips twisted and turned seeking their own way to keep his thumb on her clit. He licked his lips, head descending to her breast and she whimpered 'No' loudly, shrinking back to late. Biting her lips into a thin white line and squeezing her eyes shut her brain conceded that this would be something she would try to never remember and never be able to forget.

The feeling of his tongue, his teeth, this thumb, his fingers now filling her to the brim, the air, his bite all slammed home in the dark void of closing her eyes. The word no whimpered out through lips she nearly chewed off. Again and again it was repeated to the air, to him, to herself. But the coiled heat that bubbled just behind the rage would explode sooner or later. Her body bucked all on its own. It shook all on its own. It bowed her all on its own.

Her head left the table and slammed back down as she shouted the word 'No!".. Her breath came and went in pants but the sudden white sparks in her mind soothed her anger. So she did it agian... body shaking she fought back against it. Throwing everything she had into slamming her head on the hard metallic table.

 

[cgraven]

Those stunning hazel eyes of Tasha’s smoldered with her anger. Loki could see how she fought so desperately against the opiate that coursed through her supple young body, that slowed her reactions and left that supple gorgeous body open to his sensual and seductive assault. He smiled down into those stunning smoldering eyes as Tasha’s unwanted arousal began to mingle with her anger and rage. There was something so arousing about the little whimper that escaped the girl’s moist ripe lips as he toyed with her clit. The way her eyes fluttered close then squeezed tight as the first ripples of pleasure course through her a seductive herald of what was to come.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tasha Screamed as her traitors young body bucked all on its own. It shook all on its own. It bowed her all on its own. It embraced the searing white hot pleasure all on its own clamping down , clutching at Loki’s fingers that had so seductively and persistently violated her chaste innocence. He frowned as again the tortured beauty screamed,

NO111 as if that simple word would save her form her unwanted orgasm. He watched as Tasha’s struggled to lift her head to slam in down against the medal examination table. Again as her luscious young body bucked, quivered, and wither in the throws of her unwanted pleasure the wild little beauty slammed her head down again.


“ Restraint level 3.”

Loki’s husky passion laced voice almost gasped.


“So my little wild beauty wants pain does she?”

His lips just a breath away from Tasha’s moist throbbing nipple, washed over that Torrid throbbing bud hot and moist with his dark passion for this striking young beauty. His fingers slipped from her aroused clutching pussy his eyes darkly wild as he attached a pair of alligator clips the her nipples then his fingers returned to her hot moist pussy pumping in and out of the little virgin the hell of his hand grinding against her throbbing clit. Then as that white hot flare of pleasure claimed the tortured beauty again Loki gasped,

“3 jewels”

An electrical jolt coursed through the young beauty’s clamped nipples. Searing pain and white hot pleasure mingling to be come one.

 

[Nina327]

“ Restraint level 3.”
hearing the tone of his voice... though it barely registered as little straps slithered everywhere and tightened into place... Restraining her more than she could have ever imagined. She couldn't move her head nor anything else. She was lucky to inhale and to curl and uncurl fingers and toes. Fear trickled back in as far as sensations would allow now that she couldn't focus on pain as a distraction.

“So my little wild beauty wants pain does she?”

She didn't want any of this, slamming her head on the table was supposed to help distract her from her bodies pleasure... She gasped in what air she could while all of the sensations ceased. “nooo, no. no she doesnt”... She only opened her eyes long enough to see the very hungry look on half his face and the clamps in his fingers on their way to her chest. Closing her eyes was not the thing to do. Even though opiates dulled pain it was only slightly dulled... she was still fully aware of the tiny little teeth biting into her flesh and the sudden searing pain they produced.

She tried to breath with the pain groaning despite herself. The pain itself a welcome thing over the pleasures from moments before. She hoped this pain would stop her body from reacting to him.

Very very very wrong she was... His fingers delved back in wet cunt with the grind of his palm and the sering pain in her nipples and it all joined in chorus with eachother. Her whimpers started anew and tears fell from eyes squeezed tight against the onslaught of sensations. Her body twitched and her hips rolled. Fighting so very hard against her own bodies responses a sheen of sweat followed gooseflesh and neither had anything to do with temperature..

“3 jewels”
You would have thought it was more by the way every muscle contracted upon itself... Or even by the scream that escaped lips swollen from biting them. But no.. that bit of current tipped her over the fight. No longer did she try to find words.. but growled, moaned and shook so hard the table rattled. Every plunge of his fingers and sweep of his palm choked more sounds from her throat.

 

[cgraven]

Natasha’s stunning hazel eyes were tightly shut, Loki wondered if she was trying to shut out his image. To deny the dark pleasure her supple young body seemed to carved.

“nooo, no. no she doesn’t”...

The young beauty gasped her lips sensually “O”ed as he continued his seductive assault on the hapless little virgin. He had no point of reference as to what her body could take, or how the ancients’ bread for that matter, for he like most had been conceived in the laboratory, had been mechanically modified as the plague attacked his body. Yet it was Tasha who would pay for is ignorance. Loki’s fingers plunged back into that hot, wet, and deliciously tight cunt. The heal of his hand seductively grinding the palm of his hand against Tasha’s throbbing clit even ass the searing pain in her nipples joined in chorus with each other in a white hot flash of forbidden pleasure. He savored each little whimper that escaped anew from her sweetly “O”ed lips as a crystalline tears slid down Tasha’s flawless cheek form eyes squeezed tight against the onslaught of sensations. Loki seemed to me mesmerized by the way her gorgeous young body twitched and her hips rolled to his questing fingers. How adorable, how seductive this chained beauty looked as she desperately fought so very hard against her own bodies responses. How the fine sheen of sweat that bathed her accentuated the sensually erotic curves of her luscious young body. A body that would tempt the angles to sin with her. And Loki Nordstrom was no angle.

The electrical jolt that laced trough Tasha’s nipples and along ever never in her young body seemed to be that last straw. No longer did she try to find words.. but growled, moaned and shook so hard the table rattled. Every plunge of his fingers and sweep of his palm choked more sounds from her throat. Loki had just loosened his Lab coat determined now to take this stunning young beauty as the ancients had with his own body to physically fill her with his lust for her when a warning alarm sounded indicating that someone was entering the outer chamber. So as Tasha’s thrashed in the grips of unwanted pleasure Loki pressed a button administering 5 more cc’s of the opiate sending her into a dark gothic drugged state where pain and pleasure fought to consume her and mingled with the whit hot flash of her orgasm.


“ Dryfuss how dare you disturb me !”

Loki’s made no attempt to hide his anger.

“ The boy her mirror image he is very close to death if we do not act soon If you do not intervene he surely will die.”

A dark thought began to from in Loki’s mind. His finger pressed the antidote to the opiate.

Why fight with this stunning beauty when there might be a more efficient way to compel the little virgin to submit to his dark desires.

 

[Nina327]

Choked bliss, that point of being thrown over the edge where his tortures won and stole her breath. Made her body convulse within the binds. That flood of sensation lit every nerve and she almost floated, lost in sensation, lost orgasmic shockwave... not even the sound could break through but the newest flood of opiates saw to it that nothing, simply nothing made it through.
She could feel her whole body deflate. The electricity, his petting fingers, her orgasms aftershocks and the angry voiced banter all fluttered and intertwined setting her adrift in incoherent moans.

Slowly... the volume of everything turned back up, light the right color, sound without echo, sensations without pause. Somehow the drug was nullified... and one single thing stood at the for front of all that she was.

"Tim...." her voice was pleading "please let me go, let me help him please."

 

[cgraven]

Just bliss had shown in that angelic face as this stunning wild creature embraced the searing pleasure he had brought to her. Dryfuss was a fool, he had violated all the proto calls and worst yet he had denied Loki his triumph over her. She still moan, her unwanted pleasure coursing through every fiber of her supple young body. Unwanted pleasure that mingled with a darker pain that mingled with it to become one all encompassing sensation.

"Tim...."

Tasha’s voice a dry gasped whisper.

"please let me go, let me help him please.”

The young beauty pleaded.

“ Why should I let you go to him girl when you want even tell me your name.”

He held her wide hazel eyes captive as the little virgin tried and focus her own gaze as the effect of the opiate fade.

“He is nothing to me of no concern.”

Loki let the silence between them linger deepen leaving his bound beauty to fear for Tim’s safety.

“What will you offer me to save him?”

Loki’s fingers fluttered over her sweet spot as he asked the question and then slowly slipped from the clutching grasp of her virgin pussy leaving Tasha so very empty.

 

[Nina327]

"My brother, please"

Her jaw clenched and released as sensation became easier to bare. Intense, yes. Still makking her shutter, yes. She watched him, focused through everything. He was her only way to her brother... she had to convey how much she wanted to go to him. Even if that meant compliance.

"My name is Natasha, his is Tim, my twin, my blood, please let me help him."

“He is nothing to me of no concern.”

Shaking she bit her tongue and took a breath so she wouldn't scream at him. She didnt think anything would get through to his humanity so she didnt try. She stealed herself to her heart.

"Seems there are a lot of things that are nothing to you. Virtue, modesty..........."

“What will you offer me to save him?”
She shuttered just that much more... whatever place his fingers were was damnedably pleasurable. And then it all stopped, she was splayed, empty... not even the electrictiy there to tempt. Only the tingling throbs of reminders. Little shocks from her own nervous system. She relaxed then. her bodies want for more would have to wait. Forever is she could manage it. Helping Tim. Thats what she had to focus on... but her own spirit wouldnt just roll over and play dead.

"offer you? OFFER... you.... You stole me from my camp, drugged me, violated me.... my offer Sir... is this. I wont try to kill you if you release me from my bonds and let me help my brother."

 

[cgraven]

The dark haired beauty clenched her jaw to stave off a flutter of pleasure.

"My name is Natasha, his is Tim, my twin, my blood, please let me help him."

“ Natasha”

Her name rolled off his tongue in a whispered gasp almost as if it were a prayer. And yet one look in his dark lust smoldering eyes and one knew it was no prayer. So the young whelp that Dryfuss came to give His assistance with was not only her blood kin but her twin as well.

"Seems there are a lot of things that are nothing to you. Virtue, modesty..........."

There was fire in the girl’s retort and the fire that flared in her hazel eyes was striking. Her beauty when aroused was breath taking. At his next question Tasha shuttered just that much more... whatever place his fingers were was damnedably pleasurable.


"offer you? OFFER... you.... You stole me from my camp, drugged me, violated me.... my offer Sir... is this. I wont try to kill you if you release me from my bonds and let me help my brother."

A bush of a button an the electrical jolt laced through Natasha’s still clamped nipples.

“ A warning well taken Natasha ! A warning I shall heed, yet that warning which I take quite seriously my sweet girl will hardly win your release from this table or your torment. And poor Tim will pay the price of your pride and righteous virtuous modesty.”

He let his words hit the hapless beauty like a fist. His one human eye holding her captive in his gaze.

“ I desire you Natasha.”

As Loki spoke her rolled the bound beauty’s throbbing aroused clit beneath the pad of his thumb.


“What will you offer me to save him?”

 

[Nina327]

An electrical jolt laced through Natasha’s still clamped nipples.

“ A warning well taken Natasha ! A warning I shall heed, yet that warning which I take quite seriously my sweet girl will hardly win your release from this table or your torment. And poor Tim will pay the price of your pride and righteous virtuous modesty.”

She cried out in shock... instantly panting. Without the opiate in her system the charge had much more bite to it. Her nostrils flared with panting breath both from the pain and trying to think. What would she give... how much could she give away to help her brother. What in reality could she live with if he was tormented at their hands or worse... made to be like them.

“ I desire you Natasha.”
The look in his eye she could not look away from told her more than his words did and weighted them heavily.

Whimpering her eyes closed as his thumb reminded her body of what it desired moments before. It was as if his thumb were hard wired to the current in her nipples and set her core to twisting itself in an explosive knot.

“What will you offer me to save him?”

Her reply was broken and chopped... but her eyes locked back on to his.

"I was not giving you a warning... but I will expand my offer. If you let me help my brother. Then... and only then I will give you what you desire. My body. Willingly, whether back on this table or a bed in proper coupling, just let me help him.... please."

 

[cgraven]

Cuiver saw the questioning look in Tasha’s stunning hazel eyes . He savored her sensual little whimpers as he rolled her throbbing clit under the pad of his thumb. The way those stunning expressive eyes fluttered shut, her ripe moist lips “O”ed as another tremor of pleasure laced through her young virginal body. Even as his taunting question, “What will you offer me to save him?” lingered between them. When the tormented young beauty could manage to speak her sweet voice choked husky with unwanted arousal Tasha managed to gasp.

"I was not giving you a warning... but I will expand my offer. If you let me help my brother. Then... and only then I will give you what you desire. My body. Willingly, whether back on this table or a bed in proper coupling, just let me help him.... please."

So this little wild vixen still wanted to barter. Loki decided to up the ante.

“2 jewels continuous random stimulation.”

As his words faded a milder but no less sharp bite of electricity laced through Tasha’s clamped nipples. It was followed almost immediately by another deliciously searing shock. Her pressed more demandingly as he continued to the seductively tempting massage of Natasha’s clit.


“ A tempting offer Natasha but my desire for you will not be satisfied so quickly my wild beauty. I require that you submit to my dark desires till I tire of you Natasha.”

Even as he spoke random little shocks laced through the bound girl’s nipples as he continued to sensually torment and tease and please her throbbing clit. His mouth lowered to hers to claim it in a savage kiss that demanded her complete submission to him. Slowly his lips parted from Tasha’s

He boldly met her gaze as he waited for her answer.

 

[Nina327]

“2 Joules continuous random stimulation.”

She sucked air in not caring exactly how it kept escaping her lungs, just that it did. Her eyes fluttering as she bit her lips to keep from shrieking.

“ A tempting offer Natasha but my desire for you will not be satisfied so quickly my wild beauty. I require that you submit to my dark desires till I tire of you Natasha.”

Tight, every tendon, ligament and muscle pulled and quivered while electricity played her well. She fought with it, winning only to lose a second later. Whimpering in even more surprise she fought his kiss, fought soft demanding warmth, fought the liquid lighting that poured through her flesh from three distinct points. Fought herself from kissing him back, from letting her mind devour the savage passion that was wholly human. fought from whimpering when his lips left hers. Fought seeing everything that his level gaze said with out words...

In a screeching crash she fought and lost. Lost words to inhuman sounds. Lost breath. Lost inhaling. Lost it all in the blink of his eye... All while her brother crept closer to death.

Long moments elapsed until she could find enough air to answer him...

"Whatever... you wish.... please... let me help him. You're desires cannot possibly be fulfilled in the time by brother has left. Please let me help him now... and I will concede to what ever you wish."

 

[cgraven]

Such a sweet battle was fought in the depths of those stunning hazel eyes. A battle of will over the cravings of a young sensually aroused flawless body. Little beads of sweat trickling down her freckled nose. Lips so ripe and moist, the sweetness of her mouth. He saw that moment as his lips parted from hers he saw it in the smoldering depths of her hazel eyes, that screeching crash she fought and lost. Lost words to inhuman sounds. Lost breath. Lost inhaling. Lost it all in the blink of his eye... All while her brother crept closer to death. She could see her defeat, her submission reflected in his eyes as her own eyes shown back at her. Long moments passed untill Natasha could gasp.

"Whatever... you wish.... please... let me help him. You're desires cannot possibly be fulfilled in the time by brother has left. Please let me help him now... and I will concede to what ever you wish."


“For as long as I wish!”

Her fate, her life, laid out before her in those simple words. Yet it was not only Natasha’s life that hung on those simple words but Tim’s as well. He waited for Natasha’s answer then he buckled a collar around her neck, a mark of her submission, a mark of her word given. The straps that bound the wild beauty released at his word even as his fingers one more time flutter over that sweet spot that brought Natasha that blinding flash of white hot pleasure. His lips brushed her tortured nipples as her removed the clamps and a painful rush of blood returned to those sweet engorged buds pain and pleasure once more mingling as the master pulled his little puppets string for her to dance to the sensual tune he played on her body.

“ Cover yourself Natasha it will not due for Tim to see you this way.”

As he spoke Loki’s fingers slipped from her grasping chaste body. His hot moist breath washed over her aching breasts and nipples. Natasha was left with the tatter remains of her woolen shift with which to fashion some covering that would provide a modicum of modesty to her. A feat nigh on impossible with the tattered rags .

 

[Nina327]

“For as long as I wish!”

Her eyes blinked so slowly and her voice slipped out on deep shuttering breath.
"For as long as you wish......."

She flinched as the collar was buckled around her neck, but more-so due to the IV. She would not flinch from the meaning. The only thing she had here was her word and it would be worth something.

The electricity stopped, all of her bindings fell away, her entire form breathed a sigh of relief as it relaxed, almost melting into the table. Almost, his fingers still caused ripples to stutter her breath. She opened her mouth to thank him for releasing the straps when the most shocking pain of the entire ordeal slammed her screaming into the table, her thighs gripping his arm, her hands flew to his head before retracting her fingers and then releasing him.

“ Cover yourself Natasha it will not due for Tim to see you this way.”
a final whimpered moan followed his fingers out of her throbbing body... the heat of his breath serving lick so lightly against tattered nerve endings. She curled into a ball for a moment before looking up at what she was supposed to cover herself with. She bit back a snort at the remains of her clothing. It would do nothing to invoke modestly now.

She looked from the remnants to him and back again with her hands on her hips. Visibly biting her tongue she picked up what should have been the top and wrapped it around her like a skirt, snagging an IV tube she wrapped that around her waist to hold the material in place. She plucked up the leggings and began to shred and stretch them. Until she had a few more scraps and one long strip of material.

She stood up straight, hung the strip over the back of her neck, looking him dead in the eye with perplexed curiosity. "Now.... now you care of modesty?".. She crossed the strip in an X over her breasts. "You know, I believe you're going to prove very confusing." Tying the tails of the makeshift garment behind her back she spun on her heel showing him that all her bits were covered. "Thank you... for the clothing. Can I go to Tim now?"

 

[cgraven]

What an inventive little minx she was. Loki watched with wonder as this stunning wild beauty began to fashion the coverings that would be her only claim to modesty. He found he savored the sound of ripping fabric the way Natasha proudly stood up straight, hung the strip over the back of her neck, looking him dead in the eye with perplexed curiosity. The sensuality of Natasha in her futile attempt to cover her luscious young body. Again that wild defiant spirit as she almost cooed.

"Now.... now you care of modesty?……... You know, I believe you're going to prove very confusing."

“Really Natasha?”

There was a huskiness to his voice and a dark gleam in Loki’s human eyes as they met Tasha’s bold gaze. He chuckled as she Tied the tails of the makeshift garment behind her, spun on her heel in a sensual little pirouette, showing him that all her bits were covered, if only just barely.

"Thank you... for the clothing. Can I go to Tim now?"

“In a moment Natasha.”

Loki plucked the needle of her Iv from under her collar. His fingers ensnared in her rich luxurious dark mane and his mouth crushed to hers. His body pressed to hers. One more little test to see if Natasha words was her bond and if he could trust her to keep her bargain.