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EIGENGRAU (little_iveta X Zenozine)

As I was left at the Eigengrau and I was able to enter into the building the sights and smells hit me first, it was all so strange, it felt like I was entering a place that was outside of time. Such a strange place, but I also felt a strange sense of foreboding as I entered the building, my heels clicking on the floor as I tightened my grip on my things. The photo of me in a wedding dress was at the forefront of my mind. It was all so strange.

I looked around and considered the places I could go, I did not really know what I was looking for, but I needed to find Mr. Park, he was supposedly on a twisted kind of vacation. I looked to the things that were supposedly to the left and right, I did not know what I would be looking for, but the large double doors straight ahead seemed like the most logical place to start. I would go to the place ahead of me, and then I would be able to search the wings to the sides. I needed to be methodical, and with how things were being played out, I figured that I should go straight forwards and work from there, someone clearly wanted me here and I was at their mercy right now, so my only option really seemed to be to go forward and see what happened.

Getting to the large double door I push it open slowly and slip inside, taking a look around as I enter into the space, wondering where I am and trying to get a better idea of what this place is. I also keep one foot back and a hand on the door, just in case I have to flee at a moment's notice. I do not want to allow the door to slam shut behind me until I am prepared to enter the room.
 
The majestic beauty of this haunting building is still sleeping at the moment, when Ingui chose to go for the center hallway, inside, the area is too dark for the naked eye to make up anything visible. So it would be best for Ingui to use her phone's lights. Remaining on the door to hold it open won't help her find things. However, something strange happened, a head lamp suddenly turns on by itself, lighting a door beneath it just a couple of meters away from where Ingui is standing, its like somehow she is being instructed or rather being herded to go to this room.

To give her a little push a low disembodied voice suddenly spoke to her directly from the back of her head, "Body." Just as the voice spoke, an unseen pair of hands gently holds on to both sides of her waist, not letting go, though it doesn't move either, just simply remaining at her waist. Should Ingui try grasping it or her blouse, she will touch nothing but air and the pair of hands remain holding her athletic waist, not moving an inch.
 
I was expecting things to be dark, but damn I was not expecting things to be this dark. Taking out my phone I turned on my flashlight and began to look around the immediate area around me. The light shining out over the room and illuminating things roughly. I was shining the light up and to the ground making sure that there were no hazards that I should be aware of before I got started, but as a light turned on across the room I took a deep breath and shook my head. I could tell that I was being guided thought this place, and as much as I wanted nothing to do with that, I was not exactly going to turn back now.

Taking a deep breath I let out a heavy sigh before I begin to walk, making sure to move my phone around to make sure there is nothing in my path and nothing around me, but as I move I hear the voice in my mind and feel the hands on my waist. This gets me to freeze in place. I hold my breath and my eyes love to the corners I try and look at my hips without turning my head. Eventually I move my hand to investigate. As I find nothing, but still feel the hold I begin walking forward, hoping that they go away, my mind instantly going to Mr. Park, I must find him, no matter what I must find him.
 
As you took the first step in leaving the double doors, it closed on itself just like the typical ominous tones of horror movies. In other words a...... Foreboding greeting. Should you decide to go to the door which the light subliminally tells you to go, you would feel that the invisible hands touching your waist suddenly disappear.

Entering this room, you would find that this is somewhat looked like a VIP living room, where conference speakers wait before their event, it also has a make-shift dressing room similar to dressing rooms for models and artists. At the living room itself another light came to life, this time from a lamp shade placed on a luxurious wooden table. The light enables you to see a chair, a piece of pen and paper that are placed on the table close to the lamp. The paper looks like a form of some sorts, giving you the hint that you should fill it out.

However, should you give it a closer look, you'll find that the paper only contains a single short question on it which says:

~ W R I T E - S O M E T H I N G - L E W D - A B O U T - Y O U R S E L F ~

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As I got to the illuminated door I let out a sigh as the hands on my hips vanished. I did not like any of what was happening, but I could tell that I was not going to be able to just turn around and walk out of this place. I was stuck needing to push forward, I was just glad that I was not being blocked from doing this so far. So as I made my way forward I took a deep breath and opened the door into the next room, shining my light around until the lamp turned on to illuminate the space.

Moving into the room I look at the chair and the paper sitting there, I cannot make out what is on the paper, but I can see that there is a pen laid out for me to sign, so I easily surmise that I am going to need to do something with it. I expected to be signing something, to be putting myslf into some fae contract, but as I closed the gap and looked down at the paper I could not help but let out a sigh. Truthfully the only thing that came to mind was, "Did Mo follow me into this place?". I let out a sigh and moved to sit into the chair. SO far nothing had given me reason to resist moving forward, I was stuck in this maze and so long as I proved to be being led forward safely I would continue to follow along. So I sat down and took the pen, thinking it over I signed the only thing that came to mind. "I found it oddly arousing to be told how I smelled, and being made to smell my partner back." I let out a sigh as I set down the pen and began to look around the meeting room, looking for what would reveal itself next.
 
As the questionnaire was answered, a response came, the pen and paper suddenly disappeared before your very eyes and another disembodied voice spoke, this time it sounded like an old man.

"Oh, you have a unique way of engaging in lewd activities, it seems those little blue rascals have gotten their gig rubbing on you. Anyway, I don't blame you for liking it, though first things first, you need a bath you smell of sweat and cum and BAMN. Come, follow me, you also need to have a change of dress, your clothes are soiled."

The lights turned on from the make-shift dressing room indicating that you should go there, entering the dressing room you will find another room which is a very classy restroom.

Should you go inside the restroom, you will finally see the old man who spoke to you but the he way he looks like will truly shock you. The old man looks very much human, however, he features more pair of arms, making it a total of 3 pairs which only have 3 fingers with long nails for each hands. His limbs and posture making him look as if he is a humanoid spider.

"Oh, I hope my appearance doesn't cause you discomfort, anyway, if you're ready, I will begin undressing you."

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As I finished signing I was not initially worried, but as I was suddenly spoken to I jumped a little and looked around as I tried to pinpoint the voice of the man who was talking to me. As he spoke of the BAMNs and how I smelled and needed new clothes I looked down at myself and felt a slight blush on my cheeks. I was a little smelly despite the perfumed rubbing I had gotten from Mo.

I was looking at my clothes when the lights came on, this got a jump out of me as I quickly shifted to look where the lights led. I swallowed and got up from the chair, gathering my things and walking into the next room. The bathroom itself looked very nice and I was feeling more and more at ease as I went, but as I came face to face with the old man who had spoken to me before I froze up, looking at him and stared at his arms and held my things more tightly as I tried to remain calm. As he spoke and hoped I was not startled I straightened up and took a long slow breath to calm my nerves.

Walking up to the man I set my things down on the ground and I nodded. "I am ready...but before I do this...may I know what new clothes I will be changing into?" I did not know what was going to happen next, but I had the feeling that I would be taken care of so long as I complied.
 
As you asked about the new clothing you are going to wear after bathing, the old man simply snap his finger, there you see right before your eyes a small luxurious wooden dresser with wheels moved in front of the old man. He opened the dresser and carefully took a luxurious looking white blouse, a very long black pencil skirt and a black high heeled shoes all of which are actually yours, it would however shock you as to how your clothes back home got here, same with how your limousine got itself into the hands of BAMNs.

The old man placed the clothes gently on top of the dresser and went closer to you, "I hope you don't mind having your clothes magically shipped here. I just want to make sure that you are comfortable with what you wear. Well since these are yours anyway, I assume you won't feel weird wearing them."

Without warning the old man moved his limbs with such inhuman speed almost unseen to the naked eye, before you could even felt it, you'll find yourself spread eagled. The only thing that will catch your awareness was that the old man lifted you above the floor.

Methodically he unbuttons your blouse, unbuckled your belt and takes off your blouse followed by pulling your slacks down. After that he sniffs each part of your body, especially your erogenous zones starting with your neck and armpits, brushing his nose and unusual mustache to your sweaty smooth creamy underarms. Picking the musky scent as well as scraping it, letting the scent stick to his mustache.

Then the old man unceremoniously strips your black tank top, revealing your sweaty bra clad breasts and without hesitation he quickly presses his face between the valley of your cleavage, sniffing it and ravaging it as he wildly sways his head left and right in motorboating your breasts.

"Hmmm, it seems those little blue rascals had left their mark on your intimate parts, why am I not surprised? Your aroma is mixed with their filthy touch."

After that he removed his face on your breasts before unclasping your bra, there finally your perky breasts have been fully revealed for the first time. Slowly, he cups your breasts and gently gropes them, giving it a good firm pressing while his long nails grazed and trail the skin of your breasts and also pinching and twisting your erect nipples simultaneously.

"Hmmm, nice pair of tits, it pleases me to be the first to feel the soft meaty skin of your breasts. I will make sure to clean them from the messy filth those nasty BAMNs gave you."

Going down further, the old man inspects your well toned stomach, he gently caress your smooth little abs and waists. He also used one of his fingers in playing with your navel, swirling his long nail to stimulate you in a weird way as if treating it like a vaginal hole, while also digging his finger a bit as if he is stabbing your navel a little bit with his nail.

"Mmm, you like this don't you? Let me see you squirm while you're spread eagled as I play with your central part..... Sexually."

After molesting your navel, the old man gently raises you higher, putting your lower abdomen to his face level, in short, your sex is facing him directly. Then doing the same inspection, he presses his face into your panty clad girlhood. Sniffing them just like what he did with your armpits and breasts, of course he caught the scent of your orgasmic taint deposited on the fabric of your soiled panties.

"Ooohhh.... The touch of those rascals made you release this easy?! My...my... my... Seems their touch is irresistible. You spilled a lot of juices even on your pre-orgasmic ejaculation."

Without waiting any further the old man strips off your soiled panties and lo, your bare prized sex is fully exposed and glistening with the near drying up splattered orgasmic juices littered all over your vaginal puff. The old man smirked deviously as he sees your girlhood, he obviously can't wait to touch them. And of course he did so with small teases by stroking and poking your puff with his long nails to make you squirm helplessly. He also makes aggressive touches by forcefully uprooting a small amount of your pubic hairs which of course would be a little pain for your part.

"I hope you don't mind taking these as souvenirs."

After that tease, the old man finally lowers you and releases you, giving you also a light spank on your ass to tell you to get moving.

"Now into the shower, chop chop!"

New clothes

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In all honesty I was relieved to see my own clothes, sure it meant that they had taken my things right out from under my nose back at my own home, but it was at least not the wedding gown that I feared might be supplied to me already at this point. I had to assume that it would be provided sooner or later. This sense of calm was quickly taken advantage of and proved to be terribly misplaced as I was suddenly grabbed and forced into a very compromising position. It all happened so quickly that I was left in shock as I just stared off as I felt a sudden weight and stain at my thighs, it took me a moment to collect myself as the man began to strip me.

I squirmed a little in his hold, but as he stripped me down to my bra and spoke of how I was tainted by the BAMNs I felt a little awkward, I did not think I smelled bad, and Mo had rubbed me down with perfume. It was only as the being began to free my breasts fully and started to grope me that I let out another surprised gasp. "I personally did not mind them as much, at least they asked permission before doing as they pleased for the most part." As he then began to probe further, toughing me and musing over how I must feel I gasped and moaned, squirming uneasily, why he was going at my navel confused me, but as I squirmed and clenched my core I felt his molesting hand as it teased me, it was oddly stimulating, but I did not want to admit this.

As he then moved down to my crotch and began to strip me once more and tease me for having been pleasured by the BAMNs, I held my tongue and did what I could to ignore him until he pulled some of my pubes out, this got a hiss out of me as I glared at him. "I would have preferred you ask me before you do as you please, I am not some tramp." As I was set down and dismissively told to go before slapping my ass I let out a yelp and covered myself as I began to make my way to where he had indicated the shower was so that I could take a shower, I wanted to see what was supplied for shampoo and soap, what kind of scent did they want.
 
After the slap, the old man replied in a dismissive tone, "Tramp or not, I wouldn't need permission to strip you and touch you, in fact you should be thankful that I am servicing you in a very....... Professional way. Hehehe."

As you enter the cubicle, you'll see no shampoo and soap, but then the old man arrived behind you having with him the soap, shampoo, feminine wash and towel. All of which were also taken from your home, surprisingly. He placed the objects down and turns the shower on. Then he gently grabs your shoulders.

"Not only I can strip and touch you but also bathe you hehehehe. Now face to the wall and arms up so I can start washing you."

Once the shower had made you wet enough, the old man began rinsing you starting with your well toned belly and breasts. A pair of hands washing your stomach and another pair washing(though actually groping) your breasts.

"Ohhh, I know you like this sexy feeling, no man has ever bathed you before. Not even your pauper boyfriend, yes?"

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As I moved into the shower and saw that not only had my clothes been stolen, but my toiletries as well, it was mildly unsettling, but I could at least take comfort in knowing that I would not be using strange products that I did not know about, and I could at least hope that this strange spider man was hopefully not giving me product he had tampered with.

As I was lost in thought the voice of the man made me jump as I looked up at him as he loomed over me and stated what was going to happen. He spoke of how he would bathe me and that I needed to put my arms up. Gritting my teeth I wanted to protest to tell him I could bathe myself on my own just fine...but with how he could smell the BAMNs on me, I did not want to assume I could get clean enough on my own...perhaps he knew better than I did.

Taking a deep breath I raised my arms and allowed him to ply his skill. Unfortunately it seemed like he was more interested in toying with my body. As he groped and squeezed my bosom I whined and tensed, shuddering as I did my best to not make too much noise as I was being mockingly pleasured, and as my boyfriend was brought up I took a deep breath. "I-I do not need your commentary on my life and the people I take interest in."
 
The old man just smirked behind you as he continues sexing.... Bathing you, he did not apply soap on you yet, making it obvious that he is simply prolonging in washing you, in turn making his grope and fondle of your breasts and belly longer. He like the way, you whined, your body tensed and shudder. It all serves as tasty flavors in treating you like a prized captive.

"I-I do not need your commentary on my life and the people I take interest in."

"Ooohh, I tell you in advance dear, communication and dialogue are necessities in this place, I don't have to remind you that you're no longer in the real world. Many untold things awaits you here and if you're not careful with your tone or refuse to talk, you might place yourself in a very undesirable circumstance"

While he is saying those ominous advice, his hands shifted, the ones from her belly went down further to your pristine sex while its partner hand went to your ass. The ones on your breasts went to your armpits. Giving your cute puff some gentle washing, the valley of your ass too got some good sexing up and your armpits washed with delicate care. He even took advantage of your back by grazing his mustache across your spine, scenting you in the process.

"But still, I know you are liking this, with the way your body quivers, it only means that I am being preferred by your body as your boyfriend..... He he he. And lets not forget, you probably haven't let your boyfriend taste your salty sweat on your back."

Then in another surprise quick motion, the old man spins you around to let you face him, his hands also secured you quickly so as to prevent you from falling on the floor due to unbalance movement. You can clearly see the smirk of his face like the cocky bastard that he is. He took the liquid soap and starts rubbing it on your arms and shoulders. Then again he took the time soaping your breasts and armpits giving them more attention as he lewdly massage and grope them as they get slippery from the soap while his fingers pinch and twists your nipples.

"I'm sure you will moan to this, go ahead Ingui, don't be embarrassed for I am your new boyfriend, hehehe...Show your boyfriend your lewd feminine charms."
 
As I was told that I should not remain silent here, I began to grow a little concerned, part of my coping for all this was to just keep my thoughts to myself and just take things in stride as best I could, but as I was being warned that I should not do this I looked back at the spider person and I scowled. "What do you mean by all of this? Why must I talk? Why am I not able to remain silent?"

As his hands moved and began to grope at my slit and pits, I gasped and tensed up, shuddering as I felt my face growing flush as I was teased and mocked, how this being was claiming that he was my boyfriend now and that I did not like my own boyfriend, this got on my nerves, especially as he spun me around and finally began to start cleaning me as he spoke of me showing him my feminine charms, at this point I took a deep breath and scowled as I slipped my hand free of his molesting hands and I pulled my hand back.

I then moved as quickly as I could and slapped the man across the face before I spoke. "I have no interest in a molester such as yourself, nor will I dignify you with a title you do not deserve. You think yourself so slick because you can force pleasure upon me! I find you truly repulsive and I would rather go around tainted by the BAMNs as you would say, than allow you to touch me a moment longer. At least they knew how to wait for permission and were reasonable!"

I knew I was in no position to win a conflict with this man, but I would not stand there and bear his insults and insinuations, I was not his, considering how he was acting I could only assume he was working for someone else like the BAMNs had, and I just hoped that they would be less insulting and more dignified than this pest.
 
"What do you mean by all of this? Why must I talk? Why am I not able to remain silent?"

The old man continued giving you heads up as he cleans you up

"You can remain silent in some places or if there's a need for you to remain as such, but if you are asked to speak or voice out your femininity then you must do your utmost courtesy to comply. Or else.... Hehehe"

He cut off the sentence as he was so entranced in soaping your breasts and since he was much more into giving you his lewd and aggressive old style lover punch lines. But then it got cut off as you caught him off guard with the powerful slap on the face. That resulted into a withdrawal of all of his hands from your body as we has knockback a little bit. Then the old man fixed his jaws and rubbed his cheeks as he regains his composure.

"Ohhh ho ho... I knew I had it coming but you still look charming even with all that fiery anger filling your face. But Ingui, you don't have to get all cranky, in fact you should be enjoying this, no boyfriend other than me can give you this hot lewd bathing.... Hehehe."

The old man shrugged off your anger nonchalantly and resumes his activity. Again with his quick limb movements, he grabs your soaked wet breasts with such gentle precision and starts gropi--- soaping them pnce more. While one of his hands poured in a moderate amount of liquid soap to your cleavage, letting the substance drip down to your bosoms.

"So, hows my molesting, better than those BAMNs yes? Hehehe..."
 
It felt good to see the molesting spider of a man taken aback by my strike, rubbing his cheek and considering the situation, but as he mockingly chuckled and spoke of how no one else could give me a bathing like this, I scowled in response. "I do not wish to take part in a lewd bathing from the likes of you. Get- AH! Get Off Me!"

As I was grabbed again and took hold of my breasts I tried to pull away only to find myself restrained, my feet sliding under me. I could not risk losing my footing and ending up with no means to fight back, so I tried turning from side to side, to break his hold on my bosom. As he mockingly asked if he was a better molester than the BAMNs I barred my teeth and growled angrily.

"I would rather be back in that hot limo being provided refreshment while they asked to do their acts, I have Nothing but contempt for you! You are not my boyfriend, you are unfit to even be a butler, you are a pervert and a degenerate thief! Now either unhand me so I may bathe myself or finish your task before I start resisting you in earnest."

In truth I really did not know what I could do to escape this situation, but I would do anything I could, I would scream, I would kick and squirm, I would make a mess of myself if needed to make this unappealing for my molester.
 
The old man's soaping of your breasts got dissuaded by your wild sideway thrashing, the slippery state of your breasts too contributed to the dislodging of his hands. He stood listening to your whining and protests but at this moment, he is no longer in the mood of making fun. After your prattling, he stretch forth his arms even longer and quickly grabs your head with two hands, locking it then he lifts you above the floor only to slam your head on the cushion padded wall above the ceramic baseline. Since your head hit the cushion you won't sustain serious injuries but still enough to hurt you.

There he pins your head on the wall grinding your face to the silk cushion as he then bursts out in anger, spewing his barks, like a rabid dog.

"Do not take me for some low life miscreant! I have been giving you a gentle pampering and this is how you thank me?! And don't ever compare me to those blue midget scums! I am way better than them!"

After his barking, he moved your head away from the cushioned wall and brought you at the center just above and in front of him, squeezing your head with his hands to lock it and to hold you above the floor. You can try resisting by hitting or punching his arms but it might take more that. Still, however the squeezing of your head will still make you panic.
 
As I was suddenly gripped at my head my eyes went wide with shock, as I was lifted off the floor I was able to get out a shocked half yelp before my face was buried into the cushioned wall. Now this might have been padded to prevent harm, but the impact was still a shock and as my head slammed into the wall I lost the moment. I saw stars in my blacked out vision, I pushed weakly against the wall as I tried to regain a grasp on the situation, but as I was beginning to have my mind clear I heard the spider person yelling at me, this irritated me, I did not want to listen to him.

I was shaking with fear as my rage began to slowly subside, my strength failing me as I realized the danger I was in. It was truly a stupid idea to fight against someone who could move almost faster than I could see, but as he pulled me from the wall and held me in the air my eyes were filled with horror as I felt his hands on my head beginning to squeeze.

This series of events was too much, I could feel my eyes watering as I began to struggle, my hands going to his wrists, trying to pull him off, but as he maintained his hold I began to scream through my closed mouth, my body twisting and squirming, my hands slapping at his arms as I could not think straight, but in a moment of clarity I looked to the spider and remembered how he reacted to being slapped and I swung out at his face in desperation.
 
Its true that the old man's rage was sudden but it is also short fused especially when he finally see you screaming and struggling, he felt his sexual depravity rushing again. Observing how you weakly slapped his wrists, the way your body twist and squirm is truly a delightful sight to behold, for it is raw and genuine unlike those in BDSM clubs were every reaction is forced and look like acting.

Then he wanted you to apologize for your.......... Disrepectful behavior.

"It never changes doesn't it? You kids always needed to be given daddy's spanking just to remind you how unruly behavior is punished. GRANDPA IS ALWAYS RIGHT! HE IS YOUR ONLY TRUE BOYFRIEND! NOW GIVE RESPECT BY SHOWING YOUR TRUE BOYFRIEND THAT YOU WILL NEVER BE DOMINANT OVER THEM!"

He still keep squeezing your head to force your panic and anger even further as he wants to find out how you will apologize to him.
 
I was in a panic as he held me, as he maintained his firm hold on my head. I could feel tears trailing down my cheeks as I was still lost in my near full on panic. It was as he began to speak again and yelled at me about how he was my true boyfriend and how I should show him respect and also show that I would be good and submissive for him.

Normally I would have protested further, I would have kept struggling, but as he continued to squeeze my head, putting more and more pressure on my head, keeping me in a panic. I did not know what to do, I did not know what I could do and I acted out in my panic as I tried to save myself.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, please I am so sorry! Just please let me go, please I didn't mean it I was just being angry, please I am sorry, I-I will do anything, please just let me go, it hurts!" In truth it did not hurt that bad, but the pressure was ever building and it frightened me, I was in a full on panic and not thinking as I said anything to save myself.
 
The old man loved the way you struggled and panic, he is enjoying every bit of scenery of your display.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, please I am so sorry! Just please let me go, please I didn't mean it I was just being angry, please I am sorry, I-I will do anything, please just let me go, it hurts!"

"Ohhh, I do forgive you my dear, but I haven't accepted your apology yet, words won't cut it. you must find out how to make a proper apology for your boyfriend."

In reality he wanted you cease your struggle and panic, he wanted you to just dangle limped and motionless to make yourself look exhausted.


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As my head was held more and more firmly I continued to sob and slowly stopped struggling, going limp in his hold and just dagling there as I sobbed helplessly. "Please I do not know what you want from me, just name your price and I will do it, please just tell me what you want from me." My tears burned as they trailed over my cheeks, my panic was fairly evidently still going, but I was being made to behave by the discomfort on my head.
 
The old man was astonished to see you did what he was expecting from you, he couldn't believe that you would stop resisting he thought you would continue striking your hands and whining but no and for that he was pleased with his smirk returning again.

"Ohhh, you will pay me soon enough dear don't worry hehehe. Anyway , apology accepted"

The old man then used one of his claws in hooking the puff of your sex. trailing it up and down to let you feel its intimidating sharpness as if its threatening to claw up your vulva.

Then three claws went to each of your breasts and pincered the soft fleshy orbs, they keep on pinching tightly on your breasts threatening to puncture your meaty bags, the way they pinch looks quite serious so you would feel as if your breasts if being bitten mercilessly and the puncturing would almost feel like the claws were sharp teeth of animals eating your breasts.

And finally he used one claw to your navel doing both hooking and stabbing as if its wants to treat you like a hooked pig in a slaughterhouse. Its puncturing is also quite hurtful so it will make you shiver in fear.

All in all you won't suffer any real injury but the pain will also truly be discomforting.

"So, my dear, how to properly say "I am sorry" to your boyfriend?"

The last test he gave was actually saying lewd things about the parts(breasts, pussy and navel) he is clawing, he likes to hear you comment about these parts, like what they are against the claws? How defensible and what resistance can they offer against them? How you feel when they are threatening you, like do you feel humiliation, fear, helplessness, defenselessness, frail etc.

The old man wants your response to be genuine and not quick nor forced, he wants the lewdness from you.
 
I was taking panicked rushed breaths as my head was held tight in the spider's hands, I could feel his grip strain as his hands moved over my body, the one that descended to my groin made me nervous and quite fearful. I could feel the sharpness of his claw against me, I could feel my heart racing as horror filled me. I was completely at his mercy and I was lucky I had not made him any angrier.

As the moments bore on and he moved his other hands to my bosom and began to torment me, teasing my breasts with his claws, his pointed tips pressing mockingly into my bosom, it made me whimper as I was held there helplessly. As he squeezed my breasts I could not help but let out a hiss in response as my breasts were gripped.

As I was told what the spider wanted of me I felt a pit of humiliation within my gut, I felt defeated and I did not know how I should go about this, but as he gave my breasts another mocking squeeze I hissed and nodded. "A-Alright I get it, please just let me think."

I was not that good at lewdly describing myself, but I needed to try and appease him, so I did my best. "I-In your hands you hold my plush and perky bosom. My plump tits, my voluptuous mounds, young and firm just *hiss* waiting to be teased and squeezed by my boyfriend. They are truly and completely at m-my boyfriend's mercy for him to do with as he pleases." I took a few deep breaths to calm myself again. "At my navel you trace and tease, my belly is toned and lean, soft and smooth, just begging for teasing and taunting. My navel just begging to be taunted and teased. Th-Then you AH~ you have my...my pussy, my plush mound, my virgin slit, so warm and slick, b-begging for attention. I might be tight, but I c-cant offer and resistance, m-my body wants nothing more than to be given and shown pleasure again and again." I did not know if this was what was wanted of me, but I was doing what I could to not be hurt.
 
The old man grinned devilishly upon hearing your sweet lewd comments, even though you stammer and wimp it was still a priceless speech and he loved it.

"Mmmmm..... I forgive you dear, now you remember to always behave and be sweet and lewd for your boyfriend so you won't get disciplined....Harshly"

With it, he gently drops you back to the floor and removes all of his hands from you, he took the feminine wash to prepare washing your girlhood.

"We're not done bathing honey, your sex is still not yet washed, now spread your legs so I can clean it."

The old man gently push you to the wall and spreads your legs. He took the bidet and starts sprinkling directly at your puff, you might feel very turned on with the water jetting to the soft surface of your vagina.

He also gently stroke the patch of your pubic hairs, treating them the same way as the hair on your head. Then after washing, he poured a pea sized amount of the feminine wash on his fingers and starts rubbing on your pubic hairs, scrubbing them as if he is shampooing them. While "shampooing" your pubic hair he doused a moderate amount of the feminine wash to your vulva, there he mashed the liquid soap all over your puff.

"Mmmmm.....I never thought you have such succinct oratory! You indeed look more.... queenly when you are in distress, especially when you dangle back there earlier. I know you were turned on when you were hanging limp helpless and defenseless."

He also pried open the flaps of your labias as he rinses the first layer of your inner femininity.

"Its ok, Ingui, don't hold back your tears, release it, release your sobbing, I won't get angry. Would you like to do a pose while I soap your sex? Feel free and don't hesitate to show your feminine posture."
 
As I was told that my apology was accepted and I was dropped to the ground I ended up falling flat on my ass, letting out a cute little yelp as my bottom bounced on the hard ground as I looked up at my tormentor. As he then moved in and began to spread my legs, forcing me to be fully exposed to him once more I could do little more than stifle a frightened whine as she began to be cleaned once more. The process was...odd to say the least. Having my pubes treated like her own hair and given such delicate and thorough treatment was unexpected, just like how gentle he was being after he had abused me.

As he then changed his focus and spread my folds while speaking of how I should be more dignified I felt a pang of insult, he was making a mockery of my suffering and I did not rightly care for it, but as he proceeded to tell me to not hold back my tears, to let loose my emotions, while at the same time taking a more alluring pose, I ground my teeth in frustration, but I chose to take the moment to vent, I needed to calm myself and he was not going to likely give me time again, but I would show him dignity, I would be as dignified as I could be in this humiliating situation. Laying back I placed my arm over my eyes and I let loose.

I did not make a scene mind you, I just took deep shuddering breaths as I tried to collect myself, to keep myself from falling into a full on panic after what had happened. I hid my tears away as I balled my hands into fists and just collected myself, I needed to avoid making too big a scene, I didn't want this bastard mocking me while I waited for him to begin forcing more pleasure from me.
 
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