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Stop resisting what your body craves.” I licked her from collar to chin, drawing a wet line up her clenching neck, “Come on, show me the woman who opened her legs for a monster!” I pushed every finger of my molesting hand into her heat, and felt her close gratefully around me, her moist walls fluttering with glee. Her clit was engorged and red, babe throbbing wildly under flashing my thumb, but despite it all, she kept her pride. Even when her pelvis contracted, and her belly clenched with ecstasy, all she did was hiss through clenched teeth as she saturated my wrist and thighs with her release. “I must commend you, Mother.” I said breathily, my vision hazed with my arousal, “You’re stronger than I thought.” I withdrew from her, her petals opening outdoor about my retreat, my fingers webbed with her viscous lust, “It’s strange,” I mused, bringing the hand to my face, “I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to striptease a woman before, but you,” I smelled what was on my hand, and shivered, “you’ve awoken something in me. I didn’t think you had anything worth teaching me, but how wrong I was.” I tested my fingers with a tentative lick, then grinned up at her, “You are teaching me so many things I didn’t know about myself.” I walked away, sucking my fingers clean. I reached into my bag, and pulled out a long syringe. It was filled with purple fluid that bubbled when disturbed. “When I asked my head interrogator about the best ways to torture a woman, he eagerly gave me a list. Most involved inserting sharp hot objects into sensitive places. I told him I needed something more refined. He told me about this,” I turned around and presented the syringe, “succubus blood extract. The Sea Snakes use it on slave cargo bound for the orc empire across the sea. Frightened maidens are loaded in Ardeni, and mindless breed-mares are unloaded in Hektinar.” I paced methodically toward Mother. “If you don’t open your eyes, I will cut your lids off.” I said quietly. Her eyes crept open, unleashing the flood of tears she’d kept there. I wiped one away with my thumb, and tasted it. “Delicious.” I smirked, then grabbed one of her breasts, and angled the nipple toward myself. She shuddered, her hands clenching to fists above her shackles. “I am deathly curious to see the effects of this.” I said, rubbing my thumb over her nipple until it was hard and moist, “You’re a test run, you see.” I aimed the point of the needle, “If this works how I hope it will, I intend to use it for my espionage program.” I pushed the needle into her nipple, and smiled as she whimpered, “I figure that if a band of filthy pirates can break women with just a chemical, then imagine what I can do with it. What ideas could I plant into a broken mind before building her back up, and sending her on her way?” I depressed the plunger, and looked into Mother’s eyes as they bulged, “Unfortunately for us, I’m afraid there isn’t enough time to build you back up. We only have time for the breaking.” Mother’s pupils contracted to teen dots, then expanded to consume her sapphire irises. She convulsed violently in her binds, the chains rattling, her wrists rubbing raw. Her muscles clenched under her silken skin, and she growled and shook as though trying to expel the poison that battled her body. Then she gasped, a sound like a drowning woman’s last breath, and her head fell to her chest, her white-blonde hair curtaining her face. From the hunch of her shoulders, I saw her diaphragm ease to steady, heavy breathing. She relaxed in her binds, her clenched fists opening to splayed fingers. She tilted her face toward me, and upon it was an expression so ravenous and lecherous that it almost took me aback. “What did you do to me?” She whispered. “Ah, so she does speak.” I giggled, “I was worried that I’d heard your last words. How do you feel?” “You’ll pay for this, Leveria.” Mother hissed, her voice heavy, “You’re not as clever as you think you are.” “I believe I asked you a question, Mother.” I said, grabbing a nipple, and twisting, “How do you feel?” Mother screamed, a sound filled with such primal joy that tears welled in her eyes. 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