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10/20/11(Thu)08:26 No.16683206The huge commissar let out a chuckle, “You make this, eep, noise,” Octavia’s eyes went wide, as she bit her lower lip, chewing it nervously, as Rogal continued, “Like you made it tonight, when Caelistis said about someone else liking being tied up,” The petite priestess sucked in a breath, her fleshbrain sitting bolt upright, here she was, over his shoulder, his hand around her waist, clearly claiming her as his. Her mind flashed again with images of her being bound, Rogal holding her down by the sash that held her hands together, as he pressed against her, “Oh, I did?” She managed to say, “Really?” The hulking commissar nodded, “Yes, you did. What was that about?” “Oh that, it’s nothing,” “You made it twice actually. Once when I said about people needing to be hogtied,” Octavia’s fleshbrain flopped back, images of her bound and tied filling her head, as she bit her lip, stifling the eep that threatened to escape, as the commissar continuing, “And then again when Caelistis said about their being someone else who likes being tied up.” Octavia forced herself to relax, “Oh, yes, that noise, it’s nothing, really,” she lied, her cognitor pointing out the fruitlessness of such an action against a commissar. Rogal chuckled, “So if I was to say, have an idea of tying you up with my sash,” The commissar said huskly, as they walked through the moonlit night, “bending you over my table,” Octavia let out a whimper, her fleshbrain’s mechadendrites sliding over its body sensuously, her mind filling itself with images, as her hulking lover took her from his shoulder and stood her on the ground, leaning in close to her ear and purring “And ravishing you, like a lady should be,” Octavia shivered, her muscles tensing, acutely aware of Rogals huge hands around her waist, the smell of sawdust, and the fact that her knees were going weak. |