Breeding Stock (LittlewhiteWolfy & SinfulDesires)
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				Title: <strong>Breeding Stock (LittlewhiteWolfy &amp; SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>White Wolf</strong> on <strong>20-05-2016, 03:43:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2c/bf/8b/2cbf8b6ce60bb4f161ac6d42cfe30f48.jpg)</div><br>K'Olaku gazed tiredly across the bridge, irritated by being roused from his meditation. T'Chikan stood by the slowly-rotating holographic image of the planet they were orbiting, his arms folded, dark eyes glowering at K'Olaku. <br><br>K'Olaku cocked his head, nostrils flaring in a direct challenge across the dim space, lit in an ambient, choking green by the overhead lights and the readouts of the myriad monitors and control stations set across the room. "Come to chastise me for meditating on the bridge?" K'Olaku made a show of gazing around the empty room. "I didn't mean to hamper efficiency, my lord."<br><br>Ordinarily, such open defiance from an unblooded would have warranted immediate reprisal from T'Chikan, to beat K'Olaku into submission - or kill him in the attempt. But the voyage had left them both weary and their blood thin, unwilling to heat itself up for a fight.<br><br>"My lord." T'Chikan scoffed at the honorific. "In my day there were no lords, no majesties, no high exalted war clerics. The unblooded and the young followed the orders of their elders out of respect and honour and a sense of duty. We did not bow before our officers; we followed them into battle out of love and respect."<br><br>"Love and respect." Now it was K'Olaku's turn to scoff. "So that's why we sailed forty thousand light years through the sea of stars to find this backwater barely-evolved cesspit of a planet? So you could spout your nonsensical ideals about the past?" When T'Chikan didn't answer right away, K'Olaku pressed his advantage. "No - we travelled all this way, oh T'Chikan my Lord, because your generation and your noble ideals of love and respect and duty led us into a war we could never win. And our punishment," K'Olaku was on his feet his, fists clenched and trembling with barely suppressed rage. He knew that was wrong; that a true warrior would control his emotions. But he could no longer help it. "And our punishment was to watch our females be sterilised so that our race may die out within a generation. To make way for our conquering overlords."<br><br>"K'Olaku..."<br><br>"Save it." K'Olaku turned his back on T'Chikan. Another unforgivable breach of protocol; if T'Chikan had any self respect left, he'd strike K'Olaku dead on the spot. K'Olaku wasn't immediately sure just then if he'd do anything to stop him. "Your plan will never work. You know that, right?"<br><br>When T'Chikan spoke again his voice was calm, almost endearing, It made K'Olaku all the more furious at him. "The governments of this planet..." he sighed, "...they're underdeveloped, barely sentient beings. They're still riven by petty factional differences and are led by their baser instincts. They'll do anything in the name of the pursuit of profit - including sell us their females as breeding stock. We don't need to conquer this world; we can simply harvest it of its child-bearing population and breed them until they can take no more...then return. Their governments will hand over the next generation of breeding stock, and the cycle can start again.<br><br>"We can save our species."<br><br>"We can doom ourselves to this rock," K'Olaku spat back. "Always in orbit, breeding only for the sake of keeping ourselves alive. The battle is back there," he waved his hands in the direction of the starmap on the far wall. "On the Homeworld."<br><br>"We will return, one day..." T'Chikan put a hand on K'Olaku's shoulder. The display of affection even in the face of K'Olaku's belligerent disrespect made the young warrior sick. He should have killed T'Chikan then and there for his weakness, and yet...something stayed his hand. "Right now, we need to grow strong. Breed a new generation of warriors, a stronger one. Return as triumphant heroes, not meek lambs marching to slaughter."<br><br>T'Chikan was wrong, K'Olaku was sure of it. And yet the certainty in T'Chikan's voice was soothing, convincing...Slowly, K'Olaku turned around to face the wisened old warrior. He truly believed that this was going to work. That the denizens of this new world would surrender their females without a fight; that the offspring of this new union would be strong enough to liberate the Homeworld...<br><br>...T'Chikan truly, deeply believed it.<br><br>K'Olaku shook off T'Chikan's hand, and shook his head slowly. "I am a warrior. My place is back there, fighting the enemy."<br><br>"Your place is here," T'Chikan argued, but his tone was soft. "And the sons and daughters the creatures on this world bear you will be your war party when you return victoriously to the Homeworld. I promise you."<br><br>K'Olaku screwed shut his eyes and twiddled with one of the earrings on his left ear; a nervous habit he'd picked up in his childhood. T'Chikan really, truly believed that would work.<br><br>...Was that enough?<br><br>...Was one warrior's belief enough to make a difference?<br><br>K'Olaku wasn't sure. Nor was he sure that the idea of being forced to have sex with the natives - hairy and pink and soft as they were - didn't turn his stomach. It was little better than bestiality, but he knew T'Chikan wouldn't hear it.<br><br>Sighing, K'Olaku turned back to the holographic display showing the planet and its single, tiny moon.<br><br>He clicked his forked tongue idly. "So when do we begin, father?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breeding Stock (LittlewhiteWolfy &amp; SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinfulDesires</strong> on <strong>21-05-2016, 23:32:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e2/22/78/e222789786f0c8b15efd825c3f2549c8.jpg)</div><br>The Universe was not as empty as the people of Earth had thought it was. <br><br>For Hundreds of years, they looked up at the stars...and thought that they were the only one's out there. The only intelligent beings in the entire cosmos. But they were wrong...so very wrong. <br><br>When the large ships approached Earth, everyone went into a panic. Believing that this was all just some sort of dream. A Nightmare of sorts. That this couldn't be happening. It was like a real life <em>Independence Day</em> had come to Earth. At any moment the citizens of Earth thought that their world would be destroyed. That they were getting one last look at the sky. One last look at the people they loved. They waited...waited for what felt like an eternity for something. Some kind of sign. Anything that would let them know what was going to happen to them. <br><br>A few days passed before a signal was sent down to their planet by what the leaders of Earth presumed was the Alien's Leader. Telling them that the meant no harm, and that they came in peace and asked for their help. Saying that they would provide something for them, if they would do the same. Of course...the only one's who know what it was they wanted were the government officials around the Globe. It wasn't until weeks later...did the people of Earth finally realize what it was these Alien's wanted. <br><br>Females...<br><br>Special task forces were sent out to collect females between the ages of eighteen to twenty-five years who were healthy and fertile. Being stripped away from their families and friends. Taken to capsules that were scent down from the large space craft. Scared and angry women being sent to these strange alien creatures as breeding stock. To use them for God-knows-what until they had no more need for them...<br><br>Tara Clark was one of those women...<br><br>She had been at home, sitting on her couch and watching television when she heard a knock on her door. She'd heard about several women her age being taken from this area, and knew that she needed to be on guard. She walked slowly towards her front door, unlocking and unbolting the door before slowly opening it. Three men in S.W.A.T gear were standing on her front steps. Holding weapons in their hands. "Miss Clark..." the man in the front said to her in an almost solemn voice. "I'm afraid you're going to have to come with us..." he said to her. <br><br>"Like Hell I am..." she said and tried to force her front door closed. But the three men were far stronger than she was put together and pushed the door open and knocking her back in the process. Tara scrambled back and pushed herself up. Making a run for the kitchen. But it wasn't long before she was grabbed by one of the men. She kicked and elbowed the bastard in the nose. Causing him to loosen his grip on her while he groaned in pain. Tara gasped as she dashed towards the front door, hoping to bulldoze through the two men. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. <br><br>"Grab her!" the leader of the men yelled out. Launching himself at her grabbing her arms and pulling her into a headlock. Tara tried hard to fight and pull away from him, but he was far to strong. Her eyes widening in horror as the other man in front of her produced a syringe with a clear blue liquid. Looking into her eyes as he whispered, "I'm sorry..." before pressing the needle into her neck and pushing down on the plunger. The liquid entering into her system. <br><br>Tara gasped as she felt her body go limp and darkness start to cloud her mind. One of the men picking her up from the floor and carrying her out of the house and placed her into a car. The three men driving off down the street and into the night. <br><br>She knew where they were going to take her. Knew what was going to happen to her next...and there was nothing she could do about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breeding Stock (LittlewhiteWolfy &amp; SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>White Wolf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 05:37:56</strong>
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				The young warrior panted and sunk to a knee, tight stomach muscles taut and ready to pounce at the first sign of trouble. K'Olaku swung the blade in an arc over his head then let it drop to his side, standing side-on and relaxing his shoulders. A single drop of aquamarine blood slid down the boy's noise, but he ignored it, dark eyes lasered in on K'Olaku. In the blink of an eye, he surged forward again, silent as the moonlit night but with the strength of a speeding bullet - K'Olaku sidestepped nimbly, without exerting himself, and struck out lazily with the blunt edge of the blade.<br><br>He cracked the youngling on the back of the head and overbalanced his charge; the boy went sprawling face-first onto the mat of the training room with a groan.<br><br>"What did you do wrong?" K'Olaku asked calmly, studying the blade disinterestedly. "How did I beat you?"<br><br>"You're faster than me," the youngling turned, and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and breathing heavily. "You were gone before I could tackle you down."<br><br>"No." K'Olaku voice was soft, but his tone firm. "Your body gave your thoughts up to me; you strained your muscles when you should have relaxed. Your body wasn't disciplined, and so it let you down. A warrior does not exert his strength until the moment of contact; then he wheels away, as calm and as gracefully as mist over the Erron Lakes. You gave away your move before you made it, and so I was able to react. Never give away your thoughts."<br><br>D'Rakka, the youngling, cocked his head at K'Olaku as he slowly took in his instructor's criticism, then nodded slowly. "It's just..." he panted, "it's just...it's hard, when I'm already tired and gasping for breath, to relax and loosen up."<br><br>"Do you think your enemy will stop paying attention, just because you're tired?" K'Olaku asked, not unkindly. "You think just because you find it hard not to give your plans away, they'll stop trying to react to you? You think they care about you?"<br><br>D'Rakka looked up at K'Olaku, and shook his head. "No..."<br><br>"Exactly. If you cannot control your body on the battlefield, you die. A warrior must always be disciplined, must always be in control. To lose control is to..."<br><br>"...K'Olaku." T'Chikan's voice silenced K'Olaku, and he saw that D'Rakka was already on his feet, standing stiffly to attention.<br><br>"My Lord," D'Rakka snapped, but T'Chikan ignored him.<br><br>"K'Olaku, it is time." K'Olaku slowly closed his eyes as the words washed over him. He'd put this off as long as possible, but being faced with it again left a vile queasiness churning in his gut. "They've finished loading the second batch. You're expected."<br><br>K'Olaku bowed stiffly to D'Rakka, who bowed awkwardly back, and handed the boy his training blade. "Meditate on what I have told you," he instructed. To T'Chikan, he said "I suppose I've traveled too far to complain that the thought of procreating with an animal makes me want to physically throw up?"<br><br>T'Chikan's expression was unreadable. "Are xenobiologists stress that, as these creatures have proven capable of bearing our young, technically as per the scientific definition they are not, in fact, animals..."<br><br>"Science be damned," K'Olaku rolled his eyes. "It's semantics, and you know it." From the conciliatory grimace that shadowed T'Chikan's face, K'Olaku knew T'Chikan, deep down, felt the same. K'Olaku growled, a snickering, clicking sound that filled the room - an uncontrollable bodily function that signified either an adrenaline response, or arousal. Right now, K'Olaku simply felt trapped, as if the walls of the training room were pressing in around him. "I really don't have a choice?"<br><br>"No. You don't." T'Chikan was finally making a stand on something. K'Olaku knew he should have been impressed, but right then, with his bowels feeling like water, he'd have to defer mentioning it. "I led this expedition; you're my son. If you backed out, people would talk. It could trigger a mutiny against what we've come here to do."<br><br>"I suppose you have a hairy pink animal picked out for your too?"<br><br>T'Chikan, much to K'Olaku's amusement, actually blushed. "I...yes. I'll be travelling to the life ship this evening."<br><br>K'Olaku wringed a handful of braids in his hand, then shook his head. "Fine. Exalted Lords forgive me for what I am about to do. I'm going."<br><br>T'Chikan bowed his head, perceptibly humbled by his son's decision to acquiesce to his grand plan. K'Olaku, once again, had an unquenchable urge to hit his father...but he suppressed it.<br><br><em>Save that testosterone. The Lords know you're about to need it...</em><br><br>The life ship was the hub of the fleet dispatched on T'Chikan's insane quest to repopulate the species. Traditionally there were vessels used for the transportation of flora and fauna to newly established colonies, massive floating zoos packed with animals of every kind to be seeded on a world of their choosing. This one had made its voyage empty-handed, and was gradually repurposed mid-journey. Now that they'd arrived at this blue planet, it could finally be applied to the task T'Chikan had outfitted it for.<br><br>When K'Olaku stepped off the transporter pad into the life ship, the first thing he noticed was the smell. Hot, cloying, invasive...it nearly bowled him over at first and made him retch. He steadied himself against the nearby wall, watering eyes meeting with the dour expressions of other warriors who'd arrived ahead of him. <em>Is this how these things smell...? How are we ever expected to get close enough to breed one...?</em><br><br>Shuddering, K'Olaku only had a few seconds to collect himself before a life ship medical technician - wearing a face-mask, K'Olaku noted grimly, to hide the smell - approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.<br><br>"K'Olaku, you're late. We have you set up in chamber fifteen." <em>Chamber fifteen? This already sounded like a horror opera back home. </em> K'Olaku said nothing as he was led down a narrow passage between ad hoc medical tents established on either side. The smell was near unbearable, but the sounds he heard were even more unsettling. Mewling, whimpering, screaming...these animals clearly possessed enough intelligence to at least know what was being done to them was vile by every law of nature, and had the dignity to cry desperately at their fates. K'Olaku felt as if he was going to throw up, and had to put a hand over his mouth as insurance against such a happening.<br><br><em><strong>The smell. How could anything sentient smell so awful??</strong></em><br><br>"Here we are," the technician stopped by one of the tent flaps, and pulled it aside. K'Olaku stared at him unsurely, then gazed inside the tent. It was dark, only a faint green glow offering any light at all. K'Olaku looked back at the technician, who waved his hand in a gesture saying 'Get in.'<br><br>"I don't suppose you could take my place?" K'Olaku asked, only half-jokingly. The technician shot him a dark look, and, sighing, K'Olaku resigned himself to his fate.<br><br>He took a step inside, and the technician closed the flap behind him.<br><br>The interior of the tent was lit by the green light overhead, and was empty save for a gurney in the center of the room. The smell in here was, somehow, worse than it had been outside, and this time K'Olaku actually physically gagged and had to lean against the tentpole to steel himself. When he was ready - summoning all the fortitude he could muster - he looked at what was laid out on the gurney for him.<br><br>One of the animals, still clad in her primitive clothing, lay unconscious on the gurney, both hands strapped down so that she could not escape upon waking. K'Olaku shivered, the queasy sensation lurching in his stomach. These things were so ugly...so soft, so pink, so hairy...<br><br>...Everything about this mission was disgusting and wrong. K'Olaku wondered if there was still time to back out...<br><br>No. T'Chikan had made it clear. He was his son, and had to behave accordingly. He could not show favouritism. Hell, even T'Chikan was going to demean himself with one of these...<em>things.</em><br><br>The sound of crying and screaming and grunting warriors seemed amplified in the close space of the tent. K'Olaku wasn't quite sure how to proceed, so he crouched onto his haunches, and waited, trying to acclimatise himself to the smell before he actually touched the creature on the gurney.<br><br>When she woke up, how would she react...? It was a stupid question, but he asked it anyway. No doubt she would react much like her fellow broodmares; panic-stricken, terrified and disgusted at realising her final fate was to serve as an incubator for a new generation of warriors. It struck K'Olaku then that she may never see the outside of this tent for the rest of her life, as short as that may be - if she survived giving birth, she'd simply be bred again until she conceived again. No need to move her; the warriors could come to her here.<br><br>That struck K'Olaku all of a sudden as horrifically cruel...but before he could dwell on it any long, he saw the creature start to stir.<br><br>She was waking up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breeding Stock (LittlewhiteWolfy &amp; SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinfulDesires</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 22:40:16</strong>
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				Tara could feel her body jerking and bouncing in the vehicle that she was in. She was aware of the presence of the men who had taken her...but she couldn’t move. She was completely immobile. Whatever they’d injected her with had basically paralyzed her. Every inch of her body feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. Making her feel like some sort of rag doll. <br><br>She could feel the heavy darkness that was pressing down on her mind begin to clear a little bit. Enough so that her eyes started to open slowly. Right at the moment where the vehicle stopped and she felt her body being lifted and carried out.<br><br>Tara tried to look around as best as she could, trying to figure out where she was. <br><br>From what she could tell...they’d taken her to some kind of field in the middle of nowhere. Of course...it wasn’t <em>really</em> in the middle of nowhere. There was something there waiting for them. It looked like some sort of capsule. It was made of some sort of bright green and shiny material. One of the men walked over to it and pressed a series of spots on the capsule before the sound of air could be heard being let out as the capsule popped open. The man holding her carrying her over and setting her down inside. Strapping her in until she was secure. <br><br>“We’re very sorry...but it’s for the good of the planet…” the man who’d carried her whispered before the lid of the capsule closed, leaving her in complete darkness. <br><br>All of a sudden there was a blast of cool air that hit her. Causing her body to tremble before everything became dark again. Her heartbeat and breathing slowed and was launched into the stars. Being taken away from her home. From her Planet. Everything she ever knew was nothing more than a fond memory now. Who knew what would happen to her now. What these aliens would do to her. Horrible images started flashing through her mind. Of some slimy grotesque creatures forcing them to breed and create new offspring for them. That she would be raped over and over again by some hideous alien creature until she was nothing but a shadow of her former self. <br><br>But...she wasn’t going to let that happen...not while there was still life in her body. <br><br>She had no idea how long she was inside that capsule for. Wasn’t sure how long she floated through space. It could have been minutes, hours, maybe even days. Possibly longer before her capsule was pulled into a docking station. Her body being transported to a medical area where she went through a series of tests. Checking to make sure that she was healthy as well as fertile. <br><br>The Aliens also injected her with several medicines along with a chip that would enable her to understand the Alien’s as well as speak their language. They also implanted a tracking device within her so that if she tried to escape..they would be able to find her. <br><br>Once the tests and procedures were completed she was brought to a medical tent. Her body being placed on a cot. Her arms being strapped down so that she wouldn’t be able to break free. Though with what they’d injected her with...there was no way she’d have the strength to escape...at least not at the moment.<br><br>Tara lay there for what seemed like a very long time. Her chest rising and falling slowly. But...after some time she could feel the affects of the drug she’d been given start to wear off. The fog beginning to clear from her mind. A soft groan escaping her lips as her eyes began to flutter open and her body stirred on the cot. <br><br>Finally...her eyes blinked open and she looked up at the soft glowing green light that was above her. Staring at it for a moment before her head slowly turned to the side and landing on the creature before her. <br><br>She hadn’t exactly known what to expect. There had been many different thoughts going through her mind of what these creatures would look like. They were far more humanoid looking than what she’d expected though. His body was a mossy light green color with what looked like scales patterned across different parts of his body with a few flecks of red here and there. <br><br>His hair was more of a grey green color that flowed in what looked like dreadlocks down to his shoulders. His ears were pointed...much like an elves would be. His face was sharp and angular and his eyes had an almost...golden like tint to them that she could see behind the green. <br><br>He was not as hideous as she thought he would be...but that didn’t mean he was any less threatening. <br><br>But...as she looked at him she did not scream. She did not quiver in fear. She did not cry and beg him to release her. Instead she lay there on the cot looking cooley into his eyes. Waiting for him to say or do something. No matter what he did though...she refused to show fear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breeding Stock (LittlewhiteWolfy &amp; SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>White Wolf</strong> on <strong>27-05-2016, 05:08:10</strong>
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				K'Olaku stood staring at the creature for what seemed like an eternity. For her part, the creature stared back, bright eyes showing...was that defiance? It was hard to tell. Their eyes were so lifeless, so primitive...he knew they had been outfitted with Universal Translators to engage in conversation with but...looking at the creature now, really looking, K'Olaku struggled to imagine there was any intelligence behind those eyes there to speak of.<br><br>They had a civilisation, though, right? They had a society and complex governing structures - more complex, some had initially suggested, than what they had had back on the Homeworld. <em>More convoluted,</em> rather. Complexity did not suggest intelligence - on the contrary, it revealed a primal child-race struggling to even take itself seriously, laying on layers of bureaucracy to compensate for a subconsciously self-aware lack of basic intelligence. K'Olaku's mouth twitched as he recalled the details of the early studies of the planet and its inhabitants. It disgusted him all the more, being reminded of the conclusions that had finally been drawn.<br><br><strong><em>These creatures were barely sentient, barely able to understand their own place in the universe...and T'Chikan wants us to breed with them?</em></strong><br><br>What sort of half-bred spawn would result from such a union?<br><br>K'Olaku growled, a low, snickering sound, and hung his head. Standing there, amidst all the screaming and whimpering and crying, the sick stench of the creature invading his senses, he felt his resolve weaken.<br><br>Was this not the greatest insult of their entire pathetic exodus from the Homeworld? Instead of fighting and dying against the enemy, as warriors should, they were forced to mate with cattle. It was disgusting. It was pathetic.<br><br><em>It was wrong.</em><br><br>K'Olaku growled again, and shook his head, and shot the creature a look of such vile hatred he could almost feel his eyes burning in his skull. "Do you even know what we're going to do to you, dog?" he spat, his entire body shaking with rage now - at what, he could not quite say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breeding Stock (LittlewhiteWolfy &amp; SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinfulDesires</strong> on <strong>27-05-2016, 23:10:56</strong>
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				Tara glowered at the alien creature in front of her when he shot her a look that was so filled with disgust and hate, that it would send shivers down the spines of a normal human being. But...Tara just glared right back at him. It was as if he was waiting for some kind of reaction out of her. For her to scream...start crying…<br><br>To beg him to let her go...he obviously hadn’t been expecting this. <br><br>Raising a brow when he called her a dog and pushed herself up onto her elbows so that she could look at him a little bit better. The light that was in the tent wasn’t the best, so she was struggling a little to see him clearly. “You are calling <em>me</em> a dog?” she scoffed and let out a humourless chuckle. Shaking her head a little before looking back at him.<br><br>“Your kind had us taken away from our homes...our families...have us locked away like we’re no better than animals, and are <em>rapping</em> us...and you’re calling <em>me</em> a dog?” Tara asked and laughed once again. Her head falling back to look up at the ceiling. <br><br>She turned her head once more to look at the alien creature before her. Noticing the look of disgust that was on his face as he continued to look at her. Looking almost like a bad smell was permanently underneath his nose. He looked like some sort of horrific creature that James Cameron would come up with to put in one of his next movies. It was as if a human and a lizard had morphed to create this alien species. <br><br>“There’s obviously no way that I can stop you...you’ll end up doing whatever you want to me regardless and for whatever reason…” she said, but kept herself propped up on her elbows as she looked at him. <br><br>“But please...by all means, you and your kind continue doing what you’re doing. I’m sure that forcing yourselves on frightened women will help you achieve what you want to get done…” Tara said and shrugged her shoulders. Acting as if this entire situation wasn’t anything to be concerned about. 
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