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Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Deception helped rendered this a sanctifying triumph, morals and honor on the battlefield predated notions that were only sanctioned competitive in combat sports. True warfare did not apply to such naive thoughts. This predator for cash would be left lethargic he presumed, weakened by his numbers as she was held upright. Two clones kept a sturdy grip onto each arm with another two pinning her legs temporarily as the true Darius Durr appeared in front of her. Technology and super powered abilities were a blessing, foreseeing the ambush without the threat of getting eliminated. Was it a pragmatic tactic? Most definitely, but villains did not exactly played fair. A madman to the side of evil, he withdrew a serrated knife from his knife holster, crouching in a squat to linger a venomous gaze at the assassin with a gloved right hand tugging roughly upon her locks to better intensify the stare down. It looks like I did neutralize you, but not in the militaristic way. Your ilk cause despair all around. Without any signal, perhaps a social cue, body language or a hive mind in association with his abnormal abilities caused the two to allot more pressure, grinding against her slender arms as they cranked it tighter to inflict torture onto her curvy exterior traced nicely by her choice of attire. Even the sadistic anti-hero could not deny the attraction to some degree. Narrowing the knife, he scraped skin as the blade began to reveal more of her flesh starting near the collarbone, speaking in ominous tones amidst it all. Tonight, I inflict a horror that might enlighten you. A crossroads of sorts for your actions of the past. I know what your kind feel about me...forcing more extreme methods to force my point across...even now!!
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Azalea wasnt given much opportunity to fade from consciousness, as she was lifted up by two sets of held, and simultaneously held down by another two. Her body contorting awkward to satisfy both sets of demands placed on her. Pain from her fractured arm roused her from the nether of unconsciousness, leaving her to look up at the man responsible for her predicament. Armament. The true Armament. He held a knife in one hand. Would he gut her, slowly like some sort of sadistic psychopath? She was awake, but to say she was alert was a stretch. Still, her eyes watched the blade, moonlight glinting off its sharpened edge. She almost wished she wasnt immune to her own poison now, so she could kill herself quickly, and deny him the satisfaction of her screams. But there was little to do as four clones held her still, forcibly arching her back towards the man with the knife. Her outfit peeled off her skin easily enough, eased by the deadly instrument in his hand. Thin rivulets of blood followed in its wake, trailing down her heft bosom as it broke free of its leather prison. A black bra was the only thing left holding them back from his gaze. As big as he was, her full mounds would still prove more than a handful for him. Crimson blood contrasted with fair skin as his blade found skin more than once, drawing sharp cried from her pouty lips. She was exposed from the waist up as he spoke. Tonight, I inflict a horror that might enlighten you. A crossroads of sorts. You self righteous son of a bitch! She snapped at him, wanting to wriggle free, but staying perfectly still, lest her cut her again in her struggle. You think you can torture me into morality? Or is that just an excuse to engage in the activities you kill others for? We are both killers. I am just honest about it.
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

I was a soldier, bitch!! Relinquishing his clasp on her pretty face soon followed with a cracking backhanded fist slamming across the mouth of the garrulous bitch willing to exhibition her talents for profit. That comparison fumed the vigilant protector of Basin city more than she could comprehend. Blurting out a specific tune of a whistle, Azalea could feel the wrenching pain of tendons bending, ligaments in distress as the corkscrew motion of their arm bars increasing in strain...awaiting a signal. When none was received for approximately an entire minute, an audible crunch shrieked throughout the bedroom. Maintaining their humanoid shackle formation, Armament continued with the knife. Triggering some visuals for this vixen, the next procedure involved lowering the blade to proceed with an opening where she could be revealed like the bitch she was. Of course I killed, but I did not sell myself like a prostitute.. No, even most of them do it for necessity or were forced. Not you....not someone with your track record. Slowly Armament turned away, heaving in breathe as time froze for only the briefest of moments. Pain was intentional, drowning out concentration which was paramount for plenty with superhuman abilities like themselves. A representative of power perverse towards crime, Azalea's punishment for her deeds lacking empathy would be a telling tale and in all likelihood borderline criminal if not for the fact her tallies for abhorrent acts made this appropriate. Dropping a hefty container near the assassin, Darius began to rummage through with glee expressed through his grimace and nonchalant whistling. Disclosed to her was a stainless steel object, measured about 7 inches with metallic prongs. It illuminated as sparks started emitting from the object. It was a cattle prod and the intent was evident based on his stare. You'll be cleansed of your deeds, tonight!!
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Its probably wasnt so smart to open her smart mouth while she was held prone for a monster. And she paid for the mistake, as her arms were twisted maliciously, until the slight fracture grew into a full on break. Ear piercing screams filled the room, mind numbing pain wracking her body. Despite the fact that exposing more skin should have been a bad more on his end, giving her more points of contact for her poison, it wouldnt matter. But the level of pain she was in made it impossible to concentrate, impossible to focus, impossible to think. Her world was pain and humiliation, as her cat suit was cut to the crotch, revealing matching black panties that revealed more than they covered. Is this what you get off on? She taunted, weakly. Still hadnt quite learned her lesson, it seemed. If she pissed him off enough, he might snap and kill her. Spare herself the horror he wished to unleash upon her, the fucked up manner of which he would cleanse her. She watched numbly as he pulled out his tools, deciding on the cattle prod to be the first instrument of torment this evening. How, much do I need to scream, to get your dick hard? She spat, venom coating her words.
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Darius ignored her barbed words, hoping the pain administered through her body left this pitiful verbal quarrel short for the arrangement awaiting this vile woman. Visibly displaying the knife near her once more, a foreboding hummed reflected within this damaged bedroom where their skirmish although short was enacted. Salient by the slithering of the serrated edge was the shredding of her underwear, preying upon her luscious body to garner a stare or two. Ironically the cattle prod surfaced for this next part, channeling a high voltage of electricity as the distance closed between them. Granted given her emphasis on his manhood perhaps the vigilante could comply in the most horrific way imagined. The question did bare plenty would Armament dare allow the primal urges that rules both sexes seep on through to prove a point? Your screams do nothing for me vixen. Wanton murder, especially targeting the one political figure against this sort of madness. No, your screams will simply fuel reminders of your heinous actions. I will amplify your lewd mind however I am bigger than this instrument to your agony. Gliding the bulbous shaft rippling with this alternative course of action. Death did not bestow the sense of deterrence he yearned for, the evils of this city constant memories with gravestones and broken relationships as the bookmarks towards his own nightmare. Her bare nether lips exposed, the humming of the electricity as a gradual insertion passed her entrance. Momentarily the voltage did not surge, watching how she reacted to an inanimate object sinking into her. Slowly each inch of the prod pressed into her, a nagging feeling of the danger that lurked in the horizon. When fully adapted, the switch was turned as the painful sensation of electricity would send immense heat and likely spasms throughout her body.
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

The steel of the knife was cool upon her sweat dampened skin as he cut off her panties. She shuddered, trying to suppress the physical reaction with the edge so close to her sensitive flesh. A slip here would be disastrous, assuming she did indeed survive this encounter. So the garment was ruined, and slid free of her body, leave her sex completely exposed to him now, as two of his clone held her legs apart. Was Armament a rapist? He was an asshole, and a killer, but rape was a special sort of evil. A sort of evil his kind could claim a moral opposition to. He certainly looked upon her body with a dark lust written in his eyes, whether he would admit to it or not. But he picked up the cattle prod instead of pulling out his dick, and she swallow hard as she imagined what he intended to do, eyes wide as she watched it come to life. His remark about being larger than the cattle prod was not lost on her, further confusing the question of whether or not he intended to rape her. Was that worse? She wasnt sure, and wasnt given much time to consider it, as the cold, metal instrument breached her entrance. No she whimpered, as the intentions became clear, actual fear painted on her otherwise lovely face. Or perhaps the fear made her more attractive in Armaments eyes. Still, he did not relent, the unyielding and chill metal shaft parting her wall. Pushing into her unlubricated cunt was a challenge that Armament did not shy away from. Aside from the head it was slim, but its stiff metallic composition betrayed any comfort its slender form might have afforded her. As the tip met the resistance of her cervix, it hummed to life, excruciating shocks coursing through her body. She screamed until her throat was raw, writhing and convulsing, almost threatening to escape the grasp of her captors. Her full breasts bounced and quaked alongside her body, coming loose from her bra as she struggle and strained against her internal anguish. She was still shaking when he finally released the, body twitching randomly. She was whimpering as the pain died down from unbearable to considerable, eyes blurry from unwilling tears. Monster she gasped out, her slit still trembling around his tool.
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Psychological horror levy with the layers of physical anguish could instill much in the morality of just about anyone. Whether or not her resolve quaked to this fear bared the question itself. What resonated those uncompromising beliefs is the justice that could purify those enabling the type of vices which accursed the downtrodden. Removing the object from her slit, Darius Durr seek a shift in her actions, maybe even regret. Thus far all that emulated from her mouth was vengeance, words mainly inflamed from excruciating pain which even a righteous extremist like Armament could not completely fault. Calling him a monster still stung...the hypocritical reply that brought recollections of her crimes. Azalea is infamous as a walking chemical weapon, a manifestation of the destruction waged by the avaricious of those raking in the money. Cringe worthy and illustrious in its own daunting way was murder of the humanitarian and running council member called Merrick Reigns. A clergyman with stalwart faith in good and one similar to the mayor that would not pan handle cash from the predators of Basin city. Peculiar was her delivery or at least assumed was her thanks to news articles of a scantly clad woman assaulting him with a licentious kiss. What transgressed mere hours later with no proof of consumption of anything was the swelling of the throat. Afterwards just be a mere minute a large quantity of blood leaked out of bodily orifices such as the mouth, eyes - even through the skin's pores. Ruled an assassination...this matched the MO of this person for later. Despite her profession, she could be redeemed for she was the weapon, not the handler behind the corruption itself. Call me a monster, but if shocking you won't cleanse you of crime....maybe disfigurement of your face by fire will be sufficient. The demented gaze he shot her told her of the level of brutality he would unleash in exchange of ridding the streets of an efficient killer. Resistance was still meant through his words, the clones struggling to keep her docile in movement. Shuffling the container, shoving aside numerous instruments of an insidious nature. Promoting to his victim the tool of her salvation soon enough, he pondered at her expression. Shown before her as he laid it a few feet away was a blow torch, still searching for the mask itself while expressing his dismay amidst the search. You are a pretty thing, shame I must ruin it to change your ways.
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

She groaned as the prod was pulled out of her, coated slight with her own lubrication. To say she was wet was inaccurate, but her body with moisten ever so slightly to protect herself from the damage the prod could have done to her body. And while she hadnt intended it, poison coated her slit, poison that targeted the sexual urges. It was not a poison she used often, or even intentionally, it was potent in a way she never anticipated. No! She shrieked as he pulled out the blowtorch, once more going wild under his clones, even freeing a leg for a moment, before the clone reestablished control over her body. She had little reason to doubt that Armament would indeed make good on his threats, burning her flesh to teach her some sick lesson in morality. She couldnt let this go on. He was clearly insane, as cruel as any enforcer for any criminal enterprise should had worked for. She killed people, yes, but the people she killed rarely suffered long. Desperate fingers grasp for flesh, some small amount of poison seeping out, just enough to disorient them so she could escape. She found his arm, the pain of trying to move her broken arm agonizing, but if she were an animal in a trap she would have chewed it off to escape. His grip loosen ever so slightly, enough to wrench her arm free. The other hand also found flesh, the poison soaking into his skin to secure her freedom. Both hands grazed the men who held her legs until she could control her limbs once more. Escape still wasnt easy, with her legs wobbly like jelly from the invasive shock to her insides. Unable to run, she crawled away, her slit still on display from the way her cut open her clothes. She managed to lift herself up using the chair she had earlier knocked over, standing on uneasy legs.
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Underestimating this devilish assassin was his undoing through witnessing her scrambling passed his clones. Adrenaline mustered up tiers of strength one kept dormant primarily for safeguarding themselves. It was seldom, but her aghast movements signifying the duress under his horrid actions were indeed implanting thoughts of fleeing this hazardous way of life that only makes one somber later in life should they survive that long. Reaching for the torture appliance utilized only moments ago, Darius Durr found no reason to roast her with the blowtorch. Still knowing someone seemed amenable towards such appalling means spooked most individuals down to their core. Unintentionally amid the pandemonium already stacking for this night, Armament bare left hand absorbed through skin contact what lubrication which dripped from her succulent pussy. Why am I having such thoughts.... What..did...you...do!!! Lanced with a fast acting aphrodisiac did not amuse this soldier for righteous by whatever means necessary. Her diminished strength from this arduous encounter should not phase him this strongly, making precautions initially hence the application administered with throwing clones at her to never grant her this opportunity for escape. Her crawl mesmerized, even perverse his visual vicinity despite the fact of the repercussions behind this possibility. Her ass hugged what still hugged her skin tight suit, powerful emotions that should not strain him...yet her gyrating hips helped no one, including her. Toppling her with great strength and frightening speed, heightened by the lust consuming his thought process. Years of sexual denial fed by his impulsive need to clean the streets overcame him. They wrestled momentarily, frantic in his lust and her attempting to escape the site of her potential death. Abruptly clasping his hands on her face, a disturbed look was painted now. Before it stolid with hints of passion for his depraved acts, now it was frenzied, overwhelmed by lust as Darius forced the assassin on her knees to face his rising crotch The option is yours, slut. Free the beast, please it, and you live. Don't and I will feed your cunt the flames of that blowtorch. Enough games...bitch!
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

She wasnt able to get far before he was on her again, the effects of her poison now coursing through his veins. At first, she really had no idea what he meant, having never bother purposefully produced this type of poison before. But the way his eyes lit up with rabid lust left little doubt he was under the influence of something, and she was likely the cause. By now she was on her knees once more, eyes level with his bulging erection. He made his demand, that she suck him off to save her life, else be horrifically scarred and tortured. What option was it, really? Even a forced blow job couldnt compare to the horror he threatened her with. So her good hand worked at his pants, freeing his cock, nearly smacked in the face by the immense organ. Her eyes grew wide as she looked upon it, far bigger than any man she had even been with. He certainly wasnt joking when he said he was bigger that the cattle prod. The thought of taking his cock within her body was intimidating, but he was letting her act of her own accord, instead of forcing himself in her. Perhaps head would be all he needed, to reach climax, so that she could be released from his grip. So she brought hesitant lips to his bulbous head, licking the ridge of his lip. Once her saliva coated him, she took him in her mouth, sucking as well as she could given his girth. As she suffered the humiliation of sucking off a man who had shoved a cattle prod within her cunt to shock her insides, she considered how she could turn this to her advantage. While it was still hard to concentrate on her power with her body in terrible pain, he was subjecting himself to her mouth, and the potent poisons she could create within. He would be distracted with pleasure, and hopefully she could extract some revenge for the ways he had hurt her. However, as her velvet cheeks engulfed his meat, signals were mixed, and her saliva become envenomed with the same poison that had turn the vigilante into a sexual predator.
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Conflicts arose like his buckram cock liberated from his pants and seized into the warm cavern of her mouth. A resurgent in a sex life thought nonexistent after the tragedies wreaked onto those he held dear left a crossroads between bewilderment of these darker motivations anyone personifying themselves as a hero of sort would vilify without question or the lingering lust erupting at the titillating experience of a gorgeous killer sucking on his dick. Her teeth grazed the top of his foreskin, stagnant suction potentially showing her disinterest , chalking it to the brimming pain coming from the injures bestowed or she couldn't handle his size. Luxuriating in the caress of her mouth massaging his head, a reassuring moan uttered from his lips with saliva coating him his psyche was pummeled by a metamorphosis dissolving layers of his inhibitions, beliefs, drowning everything heroic in exchange for unfathomable imagery of this lovely woman worshiping his prick earnestly and eagerly.Alarmed was the appropriate thought, prying his bulbous head from her lips momentarily with hands intertwined loosely in her hair . What's the largest cock you've taken ? Someone deadly like you certainly have entered some precarious scenarios. Catching her astonish from his perverse actions was a devious ploy to hopefully find a moment of vulnerability. An inkling of his true self still existed, intentionally relinquishing her from this degrading session all for a botched endeavor of assassinating a mayor. Humiliation would not cease that quickly for her sake, firmly grappling her full mounds, wedging his hefty members between them. Curiosity wrestled this warrior, morality corroding like an acid the further these toxins plagued him. She could feel his rigid cock tightly constricted by her breasts, purposely twisting her nipples before sandwiching them completely. Propelled forward, angled perfectly thanks to its curved shape still reached near her lips. Half of him prevailed versus her busty exterior, taunting her, but through this arousing demonstration. Maybe prostitution is a prospective career choice. Now Suckk!!!
Thread: Contracted Corruption (Sanocci and Xana)

Whatever effect she hoped to inflict upon him with her poison wasnt working. He didnt stop, or slow down or falter. He amped up his cruelty, using her tits to satisfy his pleasure now. Engulfing his meat between her soft flesh, rubbing his length against her body. He was long enough the head and then some peaked out from above her breasts. Still he wasnt satisfy with then, demanding more, demanding her mouth as well as her breasts. She did was she could to obey, still convinced he would hurt her for noncompliance. She didnt answer his comment, seeing no point in discussing her love life with the man. Certainly seeing no point in boost his ego with the truth, which was that he was far bigger than the men she fucked in her life. Losing to him, stripped and groped and violated with a cattle prod were bad enough. He would not have her pride as well. She would do as he asked, to avoid further pain, but she would not stroke his vanity as well. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down over his head to lather him in saliva. Still, she tried to focus on something that would help her, even if she was distracted by the thick girth parting her cleavage. His thick, calloused finger held her in place, groping at her tits, forcing the nipples to grow erect from the rough sensations. Cruel as much as gratifying, as once more fears and fantasies of being fucked by this cock danced in her mind. It would either be heaven or hell, though it would probably be better than the blowtorch. Spit drooled down his dick, making the friction of soft yet dry skin along his shaft smoother. He could more faster now, breasts bouncing in momentum with his movement, her lips still sucking his meat, glistening in her wake. She didnt resist being used by him, but she sure as hell didnt put in a strong effort.