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A Serg makes an ill-advised deal for power
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She wants to tell him she's sorry again but she can't make the words line up in her head. Maybe that's better. Maybe the best way to tell him she's sorry is to whimper and cry when he hurts her, to bleed when he rips her apart.

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He pulls out of the stupid whore once he's finished cumming inside her, turning his body so his currently-oversized cock is in Orchid's general direction. Sure enough, without even having to order her, his toy immediately and obediently starts to lick and clean his giant cock clean of blood and cum and other fluids, just like she's been trained.

He glares down at the mewling cunt, still annoyed, but with most of his anger sated. "You're going to make sure this never happens again," he tells her. "I don't care what it takes. I'll be back here tomorrow and I better be able to hear that you're sure that your stupid power won't make a mistake like this again. If I can't rely on you for security then I might as well not use you at all. I don't want to hear any fucking excuses. Is that understood?"

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She looks up at him and nods rapidly, with tears running down her face; and as much as it hurts her to move, she sits up, because worthless garbage like her doesn't deserve to lie comfortably in bed.

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"Good." He slaps her across the face again, one more time for good measure, and turns to leave. "Put my cock back to how it was before," he tells Orchid as he grabs her, toying with her body as he slams the wooden door behind him and heads back up the stairs, half-dragging her as she restores him. He still has a little bit more work to do to make sure the disappeared FBI team isn't attributed to him or his hideout. But hopefully this fucking debacle will be behind them soon, and never happen again.

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As soon as he leaves, she climbs back into her cage. The door he came in through seals shut and merges with the wall, and she can feel the stairs withering away until the next time they're needed, and she closes her cage door and closes her eyes and reaches out to her power.

The counterfeit invitation is a little too small for her to directly feel it lying on the floor, but she can tell that her power is looking at it and shifting category boundaries in response to the new information. After a few seconds, when her power finishes analyzing it, it melts away silently into the floor.

She knows what's coming next, but even so, when she feels the cold metal of the cage start to shift and flow and twist around her, she flinches and struggles. It doesn't make a difference; it only hurts her more. Her power knows what to do. She's been bad, she made a mistake that almost cost her master everything, and now she needs to be punished.

The metal wraps around her wrists and ankles, pulling her hands behind her back and forcing her legs wide apart. She trembles with fear, crying harder. It's always worst when it's something sexual, and after what Master just did to her it'll be even worse than that; but that's good, that's correct, she should be tortured after what she did, she should be terrified and miserable, she should be shaking and crying and struggling futilely against her self-imposed restraints.

Something touches her, somewhere between her legs; she can't tell precisely what or where because all detail is obliterated by the stabbing jolt of pure agony that follows. She whimpers loudly. It happens again, worse; she pulls desperately at her chains for a moment, then swallows a sob and stops trying. Struggling is useless, and anyway, she deserves this. She should accept it. She should be glad she's being punished this way. She should be glad that all touch is pain, and that pleasure is the worst pain of all.

The contact happens again, and this time it's more than a brief touch; she feels something enter her, slowly, sliding deep into her bleeding cunt. It feels as big as Master's cock was when he was finished hurting her with it. Bigger, maybe. And it moves so slowly, giving her time to feel how the pain rises as it fills her, how it drags at the places where Master tore her open. And then it pulls back, just as slowly, and pauses when it's just barely touching her, and starts again.

It hurts, enough to be torture even if the pain was the only thing to it, but it's not. She knows exactly how this is going to end, and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

She hangs limply in the air and sobs with pain and fear as her own magic rapes her. And the pain builds, and builds, and builds, in a too-familiar pattern; the thing that's fucking her moves faster, thrusts harder, and the pleasure her body is feeling turns to pain before it ever reaches her but her body still feels it as pleasure

Near the end, she loses control of herself and starts struggling again. It doesn't matter. She can't fight this, and anyway she deserves it.

The relentless rape drives her body to orgasm, and when it hits, she screams. Wave after wave of white-hot shuddering agony tears through her, and it's all she can do to stay conscious, until finally she fails at that too.

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Sean wakes up in the morning feeling vaguely like something is wrong. The bed isn't warm enough. Valerie isn't beside him. Why is Valerie not beside him?

Oh, right. He slept in his car for some fucking reason. What the hell did he do that for? Ugh.

He checks the time, and then remembers that it's Saturday and he doesn't have anywhere to be, and then remembers that he has to go explain magic to Dani, and then he remembers that after that he has to go fuck around doing that lab writeup thing, and then he's got a bunch of other school shit tomorrow, and at some point a date with Jenna if she ever texts him, and he flops his face back down into the comfy conjured pillow and groans. Being responsible is hard and he wants to give up on everything and sleep for a week.

But no. He gets up and wills himself clean and alert and fed, and gets out of his car and closes up the back room and heads up to the apartment to check on Dani. On the way up, he checks his phone to see if Jenna has, in fact, texted him.

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Jenna has! At about 1 AM last night.

sorry I haven't texted back sooner! I got a little caught help working on something with some classmates after class and then I went back to my dorm and I guess I crashed pretty hard. I'm free for lunch or dinner either day this weekend, though you might get this message too late for Saturday lunch. Hope one of those work for you! Looking forward to seeing you again!!

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He texts back hey no problem, how about dinner tonight?

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A few minutes later he gets another text.

Sure! That works! Any particular time and place I should meet you? There's no need to treat me to do anything fancy, we can eat in the cafeteria if you'd like, I'm mostly just looking to hang out and talk and get to know you a little better!

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cafeteria works for me, I am not a super fancy person! does 6pm sound like a dinner kind of time to you?

And now he is at the door. He left the keys with Dani, so he has to knock.

(Should he have tried to get Jenna to go somewhere with him that he'd need to drive her to? No, he's pretty sure any attempt he makes to convince her to be his property will work better after they have had at least one date.)

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After about 30 seconds, Dani answers the door, in the same clothing as yesterday, slightly rumpled. "Hey," she says. "It feels a bit strange to say "come on in" when it's really your place, but, come on in." She stands aside to let him in.

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"Hey." He goes on in. "You doing okay?"

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"I'm... better," she tells him, following him back into the room and sitting down in a soft chair. "I had some food and took a shower and thought about some things, and watched some TV and went to sleep. I'm still not entirely okay. But I'm better. I have a lot of questions though, though you might not be able to answer them all -- but whatever you can tell me would be good." She pauses. It'll also probably be useful if I have something to write all of this down on while we do this. And it would probably be good to pick up some supplies if you're going to let me keep living here. You don't have to, you've done more than enough, but I expect that that's likely to be what happens in the foreseeable future. Can we go for a quick supply run, assuming there's a drugstore or a supermarket nearby or something? Sorry to impose on you so much after you, well, saved me."

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"Yeah, sure," he says. "Seriously, you can stop worrying about imposing on me. I can just buy you things. You wanna go do that now?"

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"Please," she says. "While I'm asking for things if there's any way I can get a cell phone or a laptop or some way to access the internet? If not this trip should be fine for now."

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"I'll figure something out."

He leads the way back out of the apartment, looking at his phone as he goes to check nearby store locations and also his texts.

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Jenna has texted him back.

it very much sounds like a dinner sort of time! I'll see you tonight!

There's a drugstore about a block and a half from this apartment that should be open at this hour.

Dani follows him into the elevator. As they ride down, she asks, "is there anything particularly important or pressing I should know about you? I'll probably want to write things down in a bit, but just in case there's anything urgent."

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"Uh... man, I don't know, what counts as an important thing? I'm probably a worse person than you think I am and I can read your mind. Wow I don't think I could've said that in a worse way if I'd tried, sorry."

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Dani looks at him and her eyes narrow. "Worse person how," she says, reaching for something on her belt, and frowning when it's not there. Is there something I should be worried about? Can you go into specific detail? And, you can read my mind? When did you read it before? Are you reading my mind right now?" She pauses for a few seconds, steeling herself to not react, and then thinks the word "BOO!" very loudly. 

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"Nah, I'm not," he says. "I read it when you first came into my car, and I stopped when... I forget. When I left the apartment last night, maybe? Or before then?"

Her BOOing does not interrupt the flow of his speech at all.

"As for the other thing, that is not really a conversation to have in public so I'll tell you about it when we get back. But—if I was planning to mess with you I would have by now. You don't have to worry about that."

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She stares at him for a little bit, thinking. He didn't seem surprised by her thoughts at all -- though perhaps he could have seen that coming from still reading her thoughts beforehand. And she's a little wary about whatever it is he doesn't seem to want to talk about in public. Still, she supposes, he has no particular reason to lie to her like this. He does control her entirely still. Unless...

The elevator dings as they reach the bottom floor, and opens. "I want to make sure of something, very quickly," she says, stepping out and moving out of the way of anyone who might see them as they go by. "Can you change something about me, very quickly?" She grabs some of her hair and holds it up so both of them can see. "Just say, change the color of this and then change it back." 

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It goes from brown to blonde to glittering lustrous silver and back to brown. His eyes flash gold when he does it.

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Dani relaxes a little. He can still control her, at least to some degree. And his eyes do glow whenever he does something, just like they did last night (unless, of course, he set that up as a red herring from the very beginning). It seems rather unlikely at this point that he's lying to her, given that he likely can do whatever he wants to her. 

"Ok, good, thank you," she says, dropping her hair back down. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any real reason to lie. Let's go shopping." She smiles a little, partly in relief and waits for him to lead the way. 

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"Sounds good."

The drugstore is close enough to walk to, so they get out on the ground floor and walk.

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Dani grabs a basket when they get in, walking through the aisles to get what she knows she needs. She doesn't want to get too much, because no matter what he said, she still wants to impose on him as little as possible. Even if there might be something suspicious he hasn't told her yet. She makes sure to get some soap and shampoo, some basic foods that take no cooking (cereal, some cold cuts for protein), and, most importantly, a packet of notebooks and a packet of pens. She's been wanting to write things down somewhere ever since last night. 

"This isn't too much?" she asks, heading with Sean to the checkout line. 

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