<br/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NSFW Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/sample_a3e863ac97f15e598a7738dd4e60d5f7_zpsvjxyimet.jpg)</div></div><br/>Caityth'Lykr Duin (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=775436)</div><br/><em>Caityth felt goosebumps rise along her neck as Zot's breath moved across it.  It was so obvious what he intended, so obvious what he meant to do with her and her stomach churned.  She knew, without question, that if the male were to get her bent over, he would have her on her knees on a daily basis.  He would only grow more brazen in his violations as time went by and, although any sort of resistance was likely to earn her pain, it would be better to have the male think of her as an enemy than a toy.<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes at his impertinence.  She very slowly, very deliberately, raised one of her hands towards his face, her eyes cold and unreadable.  She parted her lips and slowly ran her tongue across them, her voice husky and deep as she whispered </em>"You are quite capable of keeping an eye on me from over there."<br/><br/><em>She firmly presses her hand forward, pushing the male onto his backfoot and, unless he took action, making him backstep away from her.  She grit her teeth lightly.  She knew that Zot would react in one of three ways... if he was raised properly he would be unable to bring herself to strike a female.  If he had spent too long with a guard's power, she may well find herself on the wrong end of a beating.  Worst of all, however, would be if the male combined his lust for power and his, well... lust.  If so... hopefully he would still be trained enough to force his disgusting spunk on one of the lesser prisoners...</em>