Thread: Playing the game (ExodusxAznTwnk)

This was beyond humiliating, and humiliation was a feeling that the young flower girl was very familiar with these days. She had been kidnapped by ShinRa many times before, and each time the strip searches, the laboratory experiments, the dizzying array of blood tests and samples they took from her - they all got worse. However, other than some extremely untoward behaviour, dirty remarks and a bit of rough handling, she had never actually been hurt before - at least, not sexually, not seriously. The strip searches were always embarrassing, and it wasn't very often she was shown any consideration and offered a female guard, or at least an impartial chaperone, so she really had no reason to suspect that these two would actually try anything. They were obviously lowering ranking soldiers, and when it came to the victor spoils, the lower ranks were not usually the first to get a chance at the prize. When she felt Dren's heavy, gloved hands drop atop her shoulders however, her discomfort escalated. Her eyes flashed upwards and she gasped, caught by surprise, falling easily down onto the mattress behind her. Before she could right herself, he was kneeling over her, preventing her from wriggling away. She was aware that this was no ordinary strip search and whimpered as the obvious leader of the two called for the other to participate. You can't touch me! She said in a shocked whisper, her small arms wrapping around her chest protectively, though they were easy enough to pry away and pin to the bed. She heard the snap of Abel's visor being retracted, but she could not see his face she could only feel his hands, gloved at first, and then suddenly warm and bare, running up along her thighs, kneading the tense muscles almost tenderly. Hojo will be furious! Someone will surely come to take me to his laboratory at any moment! There was a scream lodged in her throat, but his threat was enough to keep her reasonably quiet and still as Dren reached around her, tearing the sheets from the cot and quickly binding her wrists together with them. Any chance of hitting, or pushing him away was now seriously disabled. As Dren shifted further up onto the bed, she began to shiver, feeling Able's hands sliding up her inner thigh, ot forcefully but with enough pressure she could not easily close her legs, though she did try. She moaned in embarrassment, knowing that he could see her cute panties stretched tight over what was sure to be a delicious taste of the Ancient. Please. She said shakily, addressing Dren this time, waching as he snapped his visor up, seeing his eyes for the first time. She felt Able's tongue sliding along the inside of her thigh and she whimpered, squirming beneath Dren. Don't do this. She had hoped for some compassion, but Dren's sadistic humour was obvious in his tone of voice as he described the inevitability of her wanton future, his hand reaching down to cup her soft breasts, massaging through her bra, her nipples instantly hardening from the contact. He leaned down also, and he was licking her skin now too. Her collar bone, and her inner thigh - two very sensitive, erogenous spots. She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. This isn't happening.