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Kidnapped (Cheshire Smirk & Charmed )

In a second Vallios produced a pistol. He pressed the barrel to her forehead and then tilted his head slowly to the side. The action was trivial and mocking, an expression of mild confusion. When he spoke his voice was soft and curious, but twisted with sadistic amusement. His finger quivered on the trigger, pulling the hammer back a hair's breadth at time.

"What can break a spirit so? It's one thing to hear somebody plead for life...But hearing them beg for death is something wholly different...What makes you do this?"

Vallios pressed harder with his foot, determined to cause Angel as much agony as possible. This was all part of the plan. He had to break her will so he could reshape it...She needed to see the world in the shade that he saw things. She needed to go through what he had; or perhaps just a brief taste before she could understand the futility of it all, and how devoid of value life itself was...Until one made it valuable.

"Surely this is not how you want to die...At the hands of somebody who's taken you hostage because his employer has a vendetta with your father."

The pressure would build, he'd step down harder until she confessed her deepest thoughts. This kind of torture...Was almost humane, and by that method all the more cruel. There would be no lasting marks from this if she survived, except for the psychological marks. Vallios shrugged off his shirt, allowing Angel a better look at him. The skin of his face was flawless, save for that one black tattooed scar...His throat and shoulders had that same polished ivory quality. But his torso and abs were covered in scars and healed bullet wounds. His left arm had banded scars striping down them, as if his arm had been intentionally mangled.

What was worse, was all the scars were that same devilish black as the mark over his eyes. One look at that perfectly muscled, exquisitely sculpted, but so tragically tormented body and it was obvious that Vallios had seen things that would shatter most mortal minds.

"Tell me what you want out of life...And not the frilly excess like a nice car. Tell me, what is it that you truly want out of life?" He asked.
 
Angel closed her eyes tighter as he placed a gun against her head.

Once, during a particularly hard and brutal beating, her father had told her that her innate stubborness would get her killed one day. It looked like he might have been right. Although, it was that very stubborness that kicked her survival instincts into gear as she squirmed beneath the incredible force of his foot.

"What can break a spirit so? It's one thing to hear somebody plead for life...But hearing them beg for death is something wholly different...What makes you do this?"

"Surely this is not how you want to die...At the hands of somebody who's taken you hostage because his employer has a vendetta with your father."
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Her reply came from between clenched teeth and with barely enough breath to whisper " I'd rather die than be tortured....Can you blame me..?"

Then she watched him remove his shirt, revealing the scars that covered his perfectly built chest, abs and left arm. These scars were like nothing she'd ever seen before, it was almost as if each and every one of them had been filled in with black tattoo ink. She looked from his torn and abused body to his eyes and returned his stare. Angel knew about scarring. Only her scars were on the inside instead.


"Tell me what you want out of life...And not the frilly excess like a nice car. Tell me, what is it that you truly want out of life?"
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Angel was surprised by his question. Why did he care? she wondered. He only slightly let up off of the pressure of his foot, perhaps to allow her the breath to answer. Which, normally her answer would have been "Fuck You", yet this clearly wasn't a "normal" situation.

"Peace", she managed to get out, the pain in her abdomen made it hard to talk at this point. "To be happy , to be left alone and not be controlled by him, or the rules in which I'm expected to follow, but most of all,..... just once, I want to know true peace -without constant fear and dread. So, if the only way I can achieve that is through death, whether it's by your hands or anothers, then that is the reason I asked you to kill me."

Tears spilled from her eyes , her heart broken and her soul weary, from the admission.
 
"Death...is not peace. You are too young to understand that."

Slowly Vallios lifted his foot from Angel, allowing her movement. He disassembled the pistol, retrieving the bullets from the magazine and stashing them in his right pocket. He set the gun on the bedside table and then stared down at Angel, waiting for her to stand. Her words had touched a small, shredded heart string. At the tender age of 15 Vallios had been in the very same situation Angel was, except rather than facing fears of a sexual nature...He was facing fears of physical pain, and the death of another.

"Peace cannot be found in the world of man, in the world of laws. True peace comes from within. True peace comes with acceptance of reality."

Slowly Vallios turned and began to walk away, his steps slow and determined. He stopped after a few paces and looked at Angel over his shoulder. Those thin lips had curved into a sneer of challenge, of absolute fury. His every word seemed to echo throughout the room despite the soft tone of his voice.

"Peace is non-existent. Life itself is chaos, life is struggle. Life, is battle. The closest thing to peace is happiness, and happiness is something you make for yourself. Something you find for yourself. I can offer you the doorway to finding some sense of inner tranquility, some sense of inner focus..."

And now, this twisted psychopath was spouting philosophy? The situation was absurd. Vallios, the heartless criminal was speaking of purpose and happiness. He took a few more steps before turning back to look at Angel. He turned completely to face her once more.

"In this world you stand on throats to survive. You fight for every inch or you are trampled beneath the stampede. I can offer you a path, a foothold. Or, we can wait until your father comes calling to bail you out...And you can return to his tyranny."
 
"Death...is not peace. You are too young to understand that."
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He said, barely above a whisper before he stepped away from her. She was slow getting to her shaky feet and kept her arms wrapped protectively around her midsection- the nausea still making her eyes water.

After he disassembled his gun and placed it, sans the bullets, on the bedside table, he turned again and spoke ,
"Peace cannot be found in the world of man, in the world of laws. True peace comes from within. True peace comes with acceptance of reality."
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He then started walking towards the door. As she watched him go she was surprised when he suddenly stopped and looked back at her, anger still evident by the look on his face, and said ,
"Peace is non-existent. Life itself is chaos, life is struggle. Life, is battle. The closest thing to peace is happiness, and happiness is something you make for yourself. Something you find for yourself. I can offer you the doorway to finding some sense of inner tranquility, some sense of inner focus..."
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Despite her shock at hearing such meaningful and wise words coming from him, of all people, she couldn't help but notice the slightest shift in his eyes. It almost seemed as if a small spark of humanity still resided within the deepest recessess of his heart...

"In this world you stand on throats to survive. You fight for every inch or you are trampled beneath the stampede. I can offer you a path, a foothold. Or, we can wait until your father comes calling to bail you out...And you can return to his tyranny."
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He spoke while completely facing her now and she wondered, not for the first time, what had happened to him to cause such cynicism and resentment. But it was the last part that had her eager to find out more
I can offer you a path, a foothold. Or, we can wait until your father comes calling to bail you out...And you can return to his tyranny."
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to which she replied with a shaky voice "I will NEVER return to him- to that way of life-ever again, I don't care what I have to do.."
 
And then Vallios made his way slowly back over to Angel. He reached down and retrieved a small iron rod, at it's very tip was a steel design. Two talons curved over an eye with a slitted pupil. Vallios made his way over to the bedside table and retrieved a small propane torch. With a flick of the dial the torch came to life and Vallios began heating the design. When it was glowing red hot he turned to face Angel again.

"Mine is a path you can not return from, and it's one very few can walk. If you want to prove your resolve to me, climb onto the bed and wait patiently with your head tilted up and proud, eyes closed. No matter what happens, do not scream, do not move. If I see even the slightest wince, you'll prove your lack of worth."

And so the conversion began. A mixture of psychological warfare tactics that similar to that of the military...That was how Vallios kept the most important members of his syndicate loyal. At the end of this battery Angel would have new strength, new confidence....And the same twisted outlook that Vallios had on the world.
 
She watched him with a mixture of caution and curiousity as he walked over to the bedside table and withdrew what looked like a mini gas torch. She hadn't seen where it came from but he suddenly held a scary looking rod with an evil looking eye at it's tip held tightly in his hand. He ignited the torch which eerily glowed blue-yellow and placed the tip of the rod into the flame. Like a brand she thought with a growing sense of dread. Yet as the eye grew hotter and began to turn orange-red, she found it harder and harder to look away from. It was as if she was hypnotized by the fiery glow of the strange and wicked looking eye.

"Mine is a path you can not return from, and it's one very few can walk. If you want to prove your resolve to me, climb onto the bed and wait patiently with your head tilted up and proud, eyes closed. No matter what happens, do not scream, do not move. If I see even the slightest wince, you'll prove your lack of worth."
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Angel never thought about whether or not to obey him- she just silently got on the bed and did just as he asked..........and waited....
 
Vallios made his way silently over to the bed and then put one hand on Angel's shoulder. His fingers curled tight around her shoulders and he took a moment to merely look at her. Wondering if she had the will power to fight through the pain without a sound. He quickly pressed the scalding hot brand onto Angel's chest, in the spot just above her breasts. He held it there until the mark had seared into her flesh permanently, leaving a smoldering black mark.

Immediately Vallios stepped aside and retrieved some antiseptic rags. With a surprisingly gentle hand he dabbed at the injured flesh, cleaning the mark with an expert's touch. He then fetched a small black bottle and a brush and began to outline the wound in the dark ink, painting it deeper.

The dead flesh would stain, and leave a permanent black mark...Just like one of the scars Vallios had. When it was done he stepped back and waited for Angel's reaction.
 
Daddy ..Nooooo!! The pain from the red hot fireplace poker he stuck to her sensitive skin at the base of her spine bowed her back as she screamed in agony....

That was one of Mack Sanders favorite form of "punishment" for his daughter. She learned very quickly not to scream out, for if/when she did, she faced his wrath and he would do it all over again.

So when she felt the molten hot tip of the rod that Vallios placed to her chest, above the sensitive flesh of her breasts, her mind raced back in time and it was as if she was that young girl all over again, bearing the torment in absolute silence .

Then, as spots of white lights flashed beneath her closed eyelids, and unconsciousness threatened to consume her, she felt a cool, wet cloth replace the scalding pain. He was gentle as he applied what smelled like some kind of antiseptic which made her hiss at the initial sting.

Then as she opened her tear filled eyes and looked deeply into his she asked " Why..?"
 
"Initiation."

Vallios turned slowly and showed Angel his back. The small design he'd branded into her skin matched the much larger and more elaborate markings that stretched between Vallios' shoulder-blades. The mark was roughly the size of a dinner plate, the outline of the eye composed entirely of a knot-work like pattern. He turned back to her and looked directly into her tear-filled eyes. There was no pity in those eyes, and no remorse.

"All members of the Black Talon wear this same brand somewhere on their body. The pain of the marking is a test. Those who can persevere silently through the pain prove themselves to have the potential to walk our path."


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"Initiation."
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Her confusion only grew once he removed his shirt and turned around to show her the complex and beautifully ornate design that was tattooed onto his back and realized that she now carried the same but smaller design on her own body. He had marked her. she thought with sudden clarity.

"All members of the Black Talon wear this same brand somewhere on their body. The pain of the marking is a test. Those who can persevere silently through the pain prove themselves to have the potential to walk our path."
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he spoke with absolute superiority as his intense eyes held her in his gaze. A sudden wave of extreme sexual tension, that had her skin tingling in a fevered blush, filled the air between them. Her small, rosy nipples hardened to pebbled tips beneath the shirt she wore and by the way his eyes instantly lowered to her breasts, she knew he was aware of it.

She shifted slightly on the bed and spoke to break the uncomfortable silence, " th..the Black Talon..? Wh...what exactly is "your path?" And how do I fit in to it?"
Angel had so many questions but didn't want to press for too much information all at once. She absolutely did not want to piss him off all over again. And as she waited for him to respond she struggled with the question that was at the forefront of her mind, that was by far the most alarming: Why, after all he had done to her, did she feel so aroused whenever he was near..?
 
"The path of the mercenary; Of the assassin...We are those who thrive outside the law. This world is survival of the fittest, and we live by that one rule."

Angel's body language, the subtle to most, but blatant signs to Vallios, of her arousal caused a definite shift in Vallios' stance. His eyes lost the dagger-like edge, the merciless gaze swiftly switching to an intense, hungry blaze. Now Vallios was like a wolf who'd caught the scent of dying prey. He moved gracefully onto the bed, slightly straddling Angel.

Vallios pushed Angel with a firm but careful hand, forcing her onto her back. He leaned down and snared her lips in a burning kiss. Meanwhile his right hand slipped down between her legs, fingers spreading out along her inner thigh. With one push he had her thighs spread, the long shirt she wore now no longer able to cover her still exposed sex. His fingers however did not move any closer, though his thumb was gently rubbing and massaging her tender inner thigh, a gentle, teasing touch.

This was a display of force, of dominance...But also, an offer. It was obvious that Vallios was flaunting himself like an alpha-wolf claiming territory...But somewhere in his non-verbals there was a request. If Angel whole-heartedly rejected him, he would pull away and allow the moment of fierce tension to pass.

But, what were the odds of her rejecting him in such a confused state of mind?
 
"The path of the mercenary; Of the assassin...We are those who thrive outside the law. This world is survival of the fittest, and we live by that one rule."
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Although she tried to focus on what he said, as she knew it was crucial to get as much information as she possibly could, the sudden change of his expression and the way he stalked towards her on the bed- made rational thought impossible.

Then, in a move too sudden to anticipate, he was on her. He was surprisingly gentle as he pushed her to her back and straddled her, his expression tight with lust, brows lowered in a brooding stare. There was nothing gentle, however, in the way his lips came down on hers in a kiss that sparked a flame of desire deep inside her. Her lips parted as his slanted over them, his tongue dancing with hers. It was a deep, hard kiss that filled her body with feelings she hadn't expected.

She whimpered with longing as his hand spread her legs apart, and caressed her inner thigh with tantalizing strokes that had her clutching his broad shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

The sensations were frightening and exhilerating. She warred, internally with herself, fear and need -both equally as strong in a raging battle. Should she allow his touch? or Should she fight it? She was so confused! He had hurt her. So why was she so desperate for his hand to inch higher to where she desperately needed his touch, where the bare folds of her sex were wet and swollen....?
 
Vallios held her lips locked in that burning embrace while his nimble fingers crept up and began to torment her core. He worked his fingertips around her swollen divide, working the pad of his thumb against her slowly swelling clit. He pressed himself against her, letting her feel the throbbing bulge in his leather pants. Lightly Vallios reached up and took one of her hands, guiding it down to her sex.

"Keep yourself busy..." He purred.

He pulled his hands away and stripped slowly for her, pressing his now naked body against her. He began to nip teasingly at her neck, letting her feel the warmth of his throbbing manhood against her inner thigh. Slowly Vallios began to kiss and nibble his way down Angel's neck, his hands gliding in slow strokes along her sides. Once again, light but sure touches. Controlled teasing, gentle touches that would practically force Angel's thighs open for him and make her dripping wet.[/i]
 
Angel became miserably aware that she wanted him with a strength that would surely destroy her. Vallios was a rough, hard man who took what he wanted and when and she was sure that there was a reason why she should be fighting this- fighting him. Yet as his skillful fingers stroked between the soaked lips of her sex, his thumb rasping against her engorged clit and sensations tore across her nerve endings, she realized that she didn't know how to fight this. She didn't want to fight it.

"Keep yourself busy..."
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he said and guided her hand down to replace his while he removed his clothing. Her eyes grew wide at the impressive size of his cock as it sprang free from the confines of his pants. Angel began to eagerly flick at her clit then she sank two fingers deep inside as her juices coated her hand. She watched him as he moved over her, his tongue leaving a trail of fire along her throat as he wound an erotic path down her skin with his strong, broad hands. Hands that knew where and how to stroke.

Angel slid her hands up his arms, to his powerful biceps. She liked the heavy muscles there. The way they flexed and rippled with his movements. "Oh..God, I...I'm burning up for you!" she said in a seductive purr. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as her head turned from side to side, her short blonde hair a sexy mess around her heart shaped face.
 
Vallios' lips passed over her breasts, cresting her nipples. He suckled lightly and gave a few nipples to each stiffening nub, before allowing his lips to wander further down her body. He let out a husky growl in response to her words, his wants for her obvious by the way his cock was stiff and throbbing, anxious to penetrate her almost untouched depths.

His lips moved down past her navel, and then traveled lower. When he reached the small mound above her sex he stopped and gave the tender area a few sharp bites, before sucking apologetically on the abused skin. Then gradually his lips inched down until they met her divide in a light kiss. He licked along her tender folds, grazing his fang-like incisors playfully against her clit.
 
Angel moaned as his moist, warm breath tickled her bare skin. Her nipples got impossibly harder and her stomach muscles contracted as his teeth nipped and then licked a path down further into the slit of her sex. She gasped. Her hands threaded their way through the wealth of his dark hair as her hips involuntarily lifted against his mouth.

"Ooh...Oh my god! she whimpered in a pleasured cry. Lost in sensations, she raised her right leg and hooked it around his shoulder trying to give him more of her..all of her.

Despite Angel's reputation in the media and national press as her father's less than "angelic" daughter, which she fought constantly to maintain strictly and for the sole purpose of causing her father as much grief and embarrassment as she possibly could, the truth was just the opposite. She had never touched alcohol or drugs and she was still a virgin. She had had plenty of opportunities to do both but had always turned them away in the end. So, she got used to taking care of her sexual needs herself with the aid of toys or her own hands and never thought much about it. Until now. The sensations he invoked in her body felt so different, so much better than anything she'd ever imagined and she knew....she knew she could never again go back to a life like that. Not after this....
 
And so Vallios worked his tongue in deep swift strokes, twisting and rolling it nimbly within the depths of Angel's sex. He suckled lightly on her nether-lips, and occasionally gave her clit the lightest and most sudden nips, like sudden shocks. But with every movement he paid careful attention, for he'd pull away just seconds before Angel hit her climax.

When Vallios felt those telltale quivers spread through Angel's body he pulled away and instead locked her in a fierce kiss, pushing his hips against hers. He kept the head of his manhood pressing against her virgin core, but not penetrating. He looked into her eyes, his own overcome with carnal hunger. When he spoke his voice was a low, husky growl of a whisper.

"Beg for me."
 
Angel's whole body trembled with an all-consuming need. His wicked and sinfully carnal tongue had teased and tormented her pussy to the point that she was beyond desperate and would have done anything he wanted. The need to come, to climax, was so pent up it hurt.

She bit back a groan as he pulled his mouth away and slid up the length of her body. He claimed her mouth in a fierce, tongue clashing kiss which she welcomed willingly, tasting the sweetness of her feminine cream on his lips. Anticipation rolled through her in waves as she felt the head of his cock poised right at her entrance,
"Beg for me."
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She looked up into his deep fathomless eyes and for a moment felt a pang of panic-of fear at the unknown in which he was about to plunge into. Her eyes told him she was afraid and obviously inexperienced, but would that matter to him..?

Need overcame her trepidation and she quickly replied in a breathy voice " Take me.. I need you inside of me, please!"
 
Vallios' reached out and caught Angel's hands, forcing them above her head. Vallios kept Angel's lips locked in that fierce kiss as he claimed her body completely. With every thrust his actions grew faster and more forceful, each movement like the stroke of a piston. His lips worked their way down Angel's body until they found her breasts once more.

He gave a forceful bite, knowing the sudden pain would mix with the pleasure in a most enjoyable way for the poor virgin. Soothingly he licked and suckled at the abused skin, before taking one of her hardened nipples into his lips and lashing it thoroughly with his skilled tongue.


And so the sensual battering continued; even in something so sacred as sex, Vallios was spinning webs. He knew that coupling was the most solid way to build trust. His goal was to make Angel need him physically, to make her adore and crave him. The task would be long and require many head games and tricks, but Vallios was confident that he could easily train Angel into being just what he needed.
 
Angel's scream was absorbed by his kiss as he broke through the barrier that signified her innocence. Pain tore through her as he stretched her tight, virginal channel with swift, unrelenting thrusts that had fresh tears spilling from her tightly shut eyes.

She gripped his hands, which held hers above her head, as his mouth eventually made it's way down to her breasts which bounced with the motion of his thrusts into her body. She cried out as he bit the sensitive skin with his sharp teeth but realized quickly how the pain turned to pleasure as she then arched her back, thrusting her nipples against his mouth for more.

As he continued to pound into her, unmercifully and with an almost feral intensity, Angel lifted her legs and secured them around his waist. She tugged at his hold on her arms as she desperately wanted...no, needed... to touch him.. "P..please, let me touch,...Ooh, God!... let me feel you....!!"
 
And so Angel was obliged. His hands moved off of hers, coming to rest beneath her shoulder blades. Vallios leaned back and pulled Angel onto him, allowing her the pleasure of controlling their coupling...For now. His hands began to work in slow massaging circles down her spine, warming up the muscles she'd need to use to please them both.

He bucked and rolled his hips against her, every thrust searching for the spots that would push her over the edge. This was truly a moment to be savored! Taking the virginity of one of the most powerful men in the world's daughter. But this was so much more than that...This was the first step towards one of the things Vallios had always craved.

A servant, an apprentice. Somebody to spread his will and extend his influence. Hopefully, with enough training Vallios could make Angel his equal, or as close as humanly possible. The thought of having a partner that was his equal in all areas was something Vallios found most enticing.
 
With the sudden freedom, her hands slid up the length of his powerful arms to his shoulders where her nails bit into his skin. She held on tight as Vallios shifted their positions so that now she was on top. The look of surprise on her face quickly faded as his hands swept up her spine in a sensual caress that had her moaning out her pleasure.

As she sat astride him, fully embedded to the hilt, he began to thrust up as she experimented with and found just the right rhythm to match his pumping hips. When she felt the familiar tingling deep in her core, she knew her release was eminent. " OooH.Yess!!.OoooH!..I'm close!!.. I'm so close Vallios! Don't stop!! She was completely consumed by him and there was nothing that mattered but this moment, the two of them , as their bodies were joined in perfect unity.

With her mouth slightly opened, she threw her head back as she rode him, her hands came up and grabbed hold of her breasts while she squeezed and pinched her nipples. Then, the inner walls of her wet sheath clamped down around his thrusting cock as she came hard and fast while screaming out his name-
 
Vallios moaned ever so softly and then pushed Angel onto her back. He then moved her so that she was on her knees, and in a second he was taking her from behind. Vallios kept one hand clamped around her hip, the other one was curled around Angel's cheek, pulling her head back just enough for him to steal another fiery kiss. His tongue danced circles around her as he pummeled her already battered pussy, now working towards his own release.

Angel would find that Vallios had remarkable stamina; he simply would not tire. His thrusts were relentless, his rhythm perfect. He twisted and rolled his hips, the end result being that his cock would sway and brush against her clit with every withdrawal, before plunging back deep into her.
 
Pleasure met with pain as he continued to pound into her, now from behind. Angel was lost in sensation, and reveled in his fierce domination of her body. Yet, at the same time, feared that her mind and her soul would be next.

As his thrusts became harder and faster, her breasts swung with the motions of her body as she felt another powerful orgasm forming deep in her core.

His name was like a prayer she repeated over and over as he drove her further towards the edge of exstacy. She was helpless against him, helpless against what he made her feel.

She was so close... "Please!"she said, panting, barely able to breathe under his onslaught.
 
Vallios let out a low, husky growl of a moan as his thrusts reached their crescendo. His grip on her hips solidified into that of a vise, his hips hammering into Angel's. Then, finally he came. Slowly Vallios pulled from angel, leaving a pool of seed in his wake. He let out a soft sound of satisfaction before laying over to the side. Slowly Vallios closed his eyes, and a small smile gradually began to overtake his lips.

Laying in the after-glow of the coupling, Vallios seemed almost...normal. When he opened his eyes to look at Angel it was as if that hard edge had been melted, and was now not but a still pool of content. A soft sigh escaped his lips before he closed his eyes once again.

Vallios' body language did not display exhaustion, but his appetite was sated...For the moment He reached out and slid two fingers down Angel's stomach and even further down until his fingers curled lightly around her battered core. He began to gently massage her pussy lips, working over them in a method that would surely help to ease the oncoming soreness.
 
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