<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Paislee didn't have much of a chance to speak as Orca threw himself into an aggressive form that reminded her a bit of a scorpion. She saw his eyes taking in her appearance and it seemed to cause him to become even more agitated.<span style="color: #0040FF">"Maste--Paislee!"</span>he said in a hiss, gently pulling her to her feet.<span style="color: #0040FF">"What happened? You should have taken this one if you were going somewhere dangerous!"</span>he exclaimed.<br/><br/>Suddenly a growl escaped the creature, causing Paislee to jump slightly. When she looked up at him, she noticed his eyes lingering on her side.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"It's noth---"</span>she began to say before Orca began to direct her into her home, leading her further into the bathroom. She didn't have the energy to fight him and sat on the toilet with a heavy sigh.<br/><br/>Orca seemed to be in a state of panic with the way he rushed about the bathroom. She did her best to get his attention,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Orca, please! Calm down! It's nothing!" </span>He wasn't listening, too intent on finding the medical supplies it seemed. In a blink of an eye Orca was in front of her again,<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one is going to remove your garments. Do not fight me...you will lose."</span>Paislee leaned back some, her eyes going large and wide for a moment before Orca began to tear away her clothing. Paislee sat deathly still, unsure of what to do as he tended to her wounds.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"Who did this to you? This one will rend their flesh from the bones! I'll...I'll..."</span>Paislee was baffled by Orca's protectiveness and a bit concerned as well. There was no way she'd be able to stifle his anger or control his aggression if something happened to her in public.<span style="color: #0040FF"> "Why would the human put herself in danger, yet not bring this one along? It was a stupid decision,"</span>Orca started, causing Paislee's cheeks to turn a bright red from anger,<span style="color: #0040FF">"You should have brought this one along so that he could protect you. What would this one do if the human were to perish?!? This one would be left alone again, and likely end right back where he was before."</span>He pulled her to her feet and Paislee snapped back at him,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Excuse me?! I have been doing this for years! I don't nee---" </span><br/><br/>Orca interrupted her, clearly not listening to the little female,<span style="color: #0040FF">"This one will be removing these lower garments now. Do not resist."</span>She attempted to take a step back, though Orca held her in place.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Wha--what are you doing?!" </span>she asked in a squeaky voice, though it was clear that Orca was ripping her pants off. He began to reach for her underwear and Paislee began to panic.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"No! Stop it! Leave it! Leave it!"</span>she begged frantically, and Orca obliged. Paislee took in a shaky breath of relief as Orca guided her to sit down.<br/><br/>Paislee didn't get to bask in her minor victory for long as Orca propped her legs up on his shoulders, kneeling down between her legs.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Wha--" </span>Paislee began to ask just what Orca was doing, but stopped short when a gentle touch fell upon her leg in the form of a wet rag. Orca began to slide the rag up and down her leg, slowly melting the tension from Paislee. She was rather tired and too overwhelmed by Orca's reaction to bother with trying to fight much more.<br/><br/>She crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself, her eyes falling on Orca as he finished cleaning and bandaging her. He then helped her to her feet once more, though she dropped her eyes to the floor.<span style="color: #0040FF">"Is the human okay? This one isn't familiar with the way a professional would tend to you, but this one has experience in dressing his own wounds. Was this one gentle enough? Did I hurt you at all...?"</span>The questions seemed to come rapid fire and Paislee took note of every question. Slightly cold and feeling rather exposed, the woman headed for the bathroom door, wishing to go to her room to get dressed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF">"I'm fine. You didn't hurt anything,"</span>Paislee finally replied,<span style="font-style: italic">"Except my pride..." </span>she thought silently to herself.<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Thank you, Orca...I'll just...go get dressed and make breakfast, alright?" </span>she said, though she didn't give him a chance to reply. She needed to put space between them as quickly as possible. She hadn't expected his reaction and she certainly had been a bit terrified when he began to rip her clothes off. She knew he didn't mean anything by it and was only trying to help--however it still had worried her greatly. She hadn't been in danger, she had known that, but the panic had rose up in her anyway. Now she simply needed to find her bearings.<br/><br/>She made her way to her room, shutting the door behind her before Orca could trail after her and went straight for her closet. She grabbed a few under garments to change into, along with a large t-shirt and some sweatpants. When she was done getting dressed, she sat down on the bed for a moment in order to take a breather. She was on autopilot as she sat, reaching out to grab her pillow. Her hand was met with something odd though, and as she turned she found her only vibrator in pieces.<br/><br/>She held still for a moment, blinking at the pile. Her mind stuttered, unsure of what to think. Paislee seemed stuck for a moment between laughing, crying, and screaming. It seemed crying was the option as her face crumpled and fat tears began to form. Her crying soon became sobbing and she quickly stood, rushing to the door to lock it. The last thing she need was Orca to come in to find her in such shambles. It was such a small thing, but Paislee was a rather volatile when it came to her emotions, though she tended to be able to keep her outbursts in the privacy of her own home--it only hit her just then that she no longer would have that privacy.<br/><br/>She mentally coached herself to calm down, ignoring whatever it was going on outside her bedroom with Orca. Eventually her tears came to a stop and she wiped her face with the back of her hands. She took a few breaths and slowly stood, opening the door to see Orca on the other side.<br/><br/>All she said was,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"What would you like to eat?"</span>