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Welcome to the Island... ((Closed to Cheshire)

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Missmisfit

Super-Earth
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Dec 18, 2012
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Name: Mora
Age: Would be about 19
Personality: Curious, obedient, clever, sexually sensitive, skittish, stubborn, naive
Bio: Created by the doctor to be his assistant, not entirely sure she would ever fully understand the double meaning of "assistant." Half woman, half jaguar, she is a sight to see and can reflect the object of many men's desires.
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Mora bit her lip as she made her way up to the main building of the island, the residence of her creator. She was the one creation that wore clothing and for that reason alone, the other experiments were jealous of her and sensed her importance in comparison to the rest of them. She was often the focus of discrimination from the other creations... the female creations didn't like her for her beauty, although some thought she was sweet and slightly pathetic. They knew that the doctor had specially engineered her to be more naive than all of them... all of the other females on the island had an idea of what she was really meant for, but knew that Mora would remain naive.

The male creations also knew how naive she was, and often were found trying to lure her to their caves and nests, but she was told not to talk to the other men like that, as ordered by the doctor.

When she finally reached the top of the hill, she was out of breath only slightly and her dress was already torn from a branch she hadn't noticed. She opened the screen door and walked right in, calling out, "Doctor, I am home!"
 
"What is life...What's beyond?" Those questions had haunted humanity since the beginning of sentient thought. How many years had it been since the excommunication? Fifty? Sixty? Seventy. It'd been seventy years since a young but brilliant mind, hungry for the secrets that god kept close to his breast had "wantonly abandoned the proper moral and ethical mindset of good science."

Good science? Pleh. Where were those who practiced "good science" now? Dead. Dead or withered and awaiting their end. By the time the scientific community had mustered the gall and proper legal documents to stifle a mind so far ahead of it's time this man had already purchased his own private island and paid contractors with enough sense to not ask questions to build a compound to his exact specifications. Medical facility, laboratory and prison this small tract of land far out in international waters was his own little slice of heaven...Or hell, depending on the day.

With a long sigh the man known to many as nothing save "Doctor" lifted his gaze from the work bench he'd been cleaning. The litling tones of his newest creation had succeeded in pulling the Doctor away from his brooding. Two vivid topaz eyes, pupils mangled (Or surgically altered if you asked him) into tight swirls rather than unbroken pools of black looked back at the Doctor, reflected to him in the cold stainless steel of his favorite work station.

The "Doctor" stood at a formidable 6'3, his frame slender but well muscled. Creator, Warden and Master of this domain he knew the only way to survive amongst some of his creations was to remind him that he was certainly the fittest, smartest and most dangerous creature on this island. Silken black hair hung down around his throat, throwing stark contrast to the ivory tone of his skin. Strong jawline and high cheek bones, the Doctor could certainly be called handsome. However behind those charming good looks lurked a callous heart and a mind unfettered by the trifle whims of morality.

It was hard to believe that by calendar years he was approaching his 93rd birthday. Years of research and experimentation with cellular degradation had allowed the Doctor to extend his own longevity considerably and reverse and then almost completely halt the effects of aging. If a person were to guess his age, most with any sense would swear this man could not be a day past 24.

Those sharp eyes glanced upwards to a set of plaques on the wall. One doctorate for marine biology, one for general biology and another for organic chemistry. Each plaque bore the same name "Arzale D'Arkarn". Those three plaques were the only thing on the entire island that bore his true name, and they often served as the only thing to remind him that such a name had ever existed.

Enough self reflection, it was time to go see what trivial needs his newest creation had discovered. After several previous attempts to simply ignore her random disruptions he'd realized that she would call out like a lost kitten until he physically went to see her. Arzale climbed the stairs out of the small laboratory he'd set up in the basement of his domestic compound at a leisurely pace, eventually ending up by Mora's side without a word.
 
Mora had remembered her creation- she remembered it happening on a rainy and stormy evening, being awakened to life for the first time by the thunderous roars and looking up into a man's eyes... very focused looking... the flashing in the room from the lightening still haunted her. Since then, she had had a strong fear for thunder and lightening, of course, naturally, she wasn't much for water either so it took nearly a gun to her head to get her to bathe herself. She preferred to bathe like any other feline, but since she was more like a human, it wasn't as effective.

Now, she was looking back to this man who had come from his lab, seeing him as her knight and protector. She was pleased by stupid things, even watching him work made her happy. Though she had the genes of a jaguar, she had the mannerisms of a house cat.

When she saw him, she purred slightly, her tail swishing back and fourth, "Hello, Doctor Arzale..." she mewed gently, the only one who had ever seen his plaques and had enough aptitude to realize his real name.

"I went down to the shore..." she said, glancing towards the other as she spoke, "but I was chased away by Thor..." Thor was the island rebel if there was one- a large creation of half man, half ape. He had a thunderous and demanding demeanor about him that frightened most of the creatures on the island. "He made me tear my dress..." she looked down at her dress which now had a slit up to her mid thigh with a scratch right around the same area, scarring her pale, milky thigh.

She then placed a gentle hand on his chest, kneading it as kittens often did with blankets, "What were you doing... did I interrupt you in the middle of something? If I did, I'm sorry..."
 
Thor was always a pain in somebody's side, wasn't he? Apparently Thor didn't quite understand his place in the world. The idea of somebody terrorizing his favorite creation caused Arzale's eyes to narrow in anger. Ripped her dress? Another one?! This simply would not do, Arzale did not have enough finery just laying around for her to go tromping off ruining it. Hearing that Mora had ran from the conflict was a little disappointing. Fight or Flight response was something Arzale had thought he'd mastered, thought he'd completely coded the flight response out of Mora. Well, she was still young. Those recombenant genes probably hadn't fully developed yet. Perhaps some day she'd discover the unusual physical strength and resilience coded into her DNA.


Perhaps today was that day. Arzale moved wordlessly away from Mora, slipping down one of the meandering corridors of the compound. Moments later he returned holding a heavy iron-shod quarterstaff in one hand and a flanged mace in the other. While crude looking, both weapons carried electrical charge generation devices for the purpose of crowd control. Silently he offered the quarterstaff to Mora, it'd been created with her exact body proportions in mind. With absolutely no formal training in any kind of combative arts, Arzale figured 'throwing her into the ring' against a menacing specimen like Thor might help to awaken some of her more primal instincts. When push came to shove and adrenaline was thrown into the mix, Mora was actually much stronger than Thor...Or anything else on the island save Arzale himself for that matter. At least, she was if those genes had coded out all nice and tidy-like.

"Well, let's go teach Thor a little lesson about just who that beach belongs to."
 
She tilted her head to the side curiously when she watched Arzale walk off. Pouting, she sat there on the arm of a chair before standing up right when he came back. She was always showing him the proper respect. When she saw what he had brought back, her eyes widened and she took hold of the quarterstaff, examining it in a very intense manner.

When he said that they should go teach Thor a lesson, her ears twitched slightly and her eyes widened as she nodded. "Yes, we should..."

She then said, "I know where he is..." she then started walking out the door, minding the staff as she made her way down to the destination where the crude creation was dwelling.

When they got there, Thor was yelling at a few wolf men and women, his lips peeled back as he bared his sharp teeth. He had unfairly taken the place where they slept and had defiled and destroyed it within minutes. It angered Mora greatly.
 
Having tracked the brute to his current locale, Arzale bent down and retrieved a fist sized stone from the ground. Once, and then twice he tossed the stone lazily into the air, getting a good feeling for it's weight before he hurled the stone at the ape-man with no bit of force left reserved. THWAK! The stone hit it's mark square in the back of the simian simulacrum's skull. That should sufficiently anger Thor, and hopefully gode him into a reckless assault. Now it was time to quite literally add insult to injury. Honestly if it came down to it, Arzale would have no qualms about killing or allowing Mora to finish Thor off. Perhaps it would be best for her development if he did make her kill. Yes, such an exercise in survival of the fittest would certainly be good for her.
"Thor! Try and make yourself useful for once you pathetic monkey!" The words were shouted with the deepest malice, Arzale's content for the failed experiment blatant and pointed.

Would he allow Mora to kill? Ending Thor's miserable life would be so satisfying! Or...Perhaps he'd allow the Wolfen who he'd recently displaced to decide his fate. The island had few laws, and one of them was certainly against murder. However as lord of the island, and the closest thing to a god in this little slice of the world Arzale could bend or break rules on a whim. Nobody was willing to argue or fight against the Doctor, especially not when the Doctor allowed his Enforcers to leave their posts around the compound...Oh the Enforcers, how he loved them so. But those canine creations were a tale for another time and another place. What mattered now was how his little kitten fared in one on one combat.
 
Thor roared ferociously in anger the moment he was hit by the rock. Glancing towards Arzale, his eyes narrowed, "Doctor..." he growled in his deep, dangerous voice, "Leave me be... I do what I damn well wish..." he then turned and looked towards Mora, who was glancing towards him now, seeming particularly determined. Her eyes were slitted and her stance was ready to strike. The moment that Thor saw this, he laughed deeply, "what is this pussycat going to do to me? She fears my very glance..."

Mora shook her head, her tail swishing back and forth now in a threatening way. "I don't need to be afraid of you..." she hissed gently.

"You don't, do you?" suddenly, the ape man angrily threw himself at the other, but she dodged skillfully, holding the staff as if it weighed nothing. There was a new look in her eyes as her ears went back and she hissed darkly at the other. "Don't make me angry..." she mewled.

However, the ape man lunged yet again, this time, Mora let out a cry as she used the end of the spiked staff to hit Thor viciously in the gut, and then doing it again to his leg when he recoiled. Thor let out a painful shout as Mora's blows were delivered with much strength, tearing into him.
 
A wolfish grin curled across Arzale's lips as he watched Mora's savagery. Perfect! Hopefully Thor would do something besides roll over and die, he wanted to understand just how well he'd modified Mora's adrenal response and sensitivity. If Thor could just muster the testicular fortitude to fight back, to do something to threaten Mora Arzale could better observe the results. However, this was quite satisfying to watch and Arzale decided he'd up the ante by delivering his judgement, a damning edict for the ape-like humanoid. Oh how he was relishing this moment! For years now he'd wanted to dispose of Thor but he'd just genuinely been to lazy to bother dealing with the obnoxious buffoon. How glad he was that he'd allowed Thor to live for so long! It was doubtful that many other inhabitants on the isle would've been willing to pick a confrontation with the Doctor's favorite pet.

"Mora, his fate lies in your hands. As an experiment Thor was a complete failure and as a living being he is a useless parasite with no place in this land. Just know that if he survives then his final judgement will pass back under my jurisdiction."

Hopefully Thor hearing his own death sentence would make the ape-man fight better. Naturally if things somehow got out of hand and Mora started to fall on the losing end of the fight Arzale would intervene swiftly and end Thor once and for all. There would be much feasting and revelry no matter what transpired, Thor's removal from existence would be a relief to many inhabitants of the island. Naturally some other alpha-male type would eventually try and become the new bully of the playground. Oh what a lovely experience that would be to observe! It was so fascinating, watching these miniscule tribes and societies crop up, flourish and then fade into obscurity before one's own eyes.
 
The Doctor's hopes were very accurate as the moment that Thor heard about possible death, he exploded into action. Baring his teeth, he charged directly at Mora, managing to reach out and tear into her, ripping off the top of her dress, and cutting into her chest. However, Mora reacted instantly by hitting him with the staff as she fought through the pain.

He landed a fist in her direction, just about to punch her in the face when she suddenly dug her teeth deeply into his knuckles and moved away spitting out fur and blood from her mouth, shaking her head.

He proceeded to pin her against a tree with the other hand when she was spitting. She managed to grab the staff with her feet and move it up to her right hand, slamming the staff's spike deeply into Thor's side causing him to howl in pain and drop her.

He bounced back for a moment and then this time as he gave her the nastiest look yet. She lunged right towards him, but he ended up sinking his teeth deeply into her arm that dominantly held the staff. She let out a mewl again, quickly switching the staff to the other hand and stabbed the other right into the heart in frantic defense.
 
Excellent! Everything was going according to plan. Until Thor got hold of Mora's arm. Thor had been created as the prototype enforcer...And actually had two hearts to ensure he could fight despite what would otherwise be mortal wounds. Swiftly and decisively Arzale sprang into action, bringing that flanged mace down with a sickening crack onto Thor's skull. Tooth and bone splintered as Thor's skull collapsed under the force of the mighty blow. Vallios retrieved a small vial and needle from the case he kept in the pocket of his pants and jabbed Mora silently in the neck.Arzale was not willing to risk his own creation turning against him, like most wounded animals did when help arrived. Knowing she would quickly be too weak to do any real harm he then tore a long strip away from his own black t-shirt and tightly wrapped Mora's wound. There were several tinctures in the compound that would swiftly heal the wounds she'd incurred.

"Everything will be fine." He whispered in a voice that was surprisingly gentle and soothing, hoping to keep Mora from fighting the sedative.

Unsure of how deep the wound in her arm was, Arzale had made sure to make the sedative dose a heavy one. It'd slow her heart rate considerably and lessen any blood loss she experienced. All in all this little experiment had been a success. Mora had fought with the fervor and instinct that he'd created her with. That knowledge brightened Arzale's hopes that her other traits would also manifest. She'd been designed to eventually be both brilliant and dangerous, though also completely submissive to her creator. Just how he'd artificed the means for her submission would be revealed at a later time. For now what mattered was getting her back to the compound and on the mend.
 
Mora's eyes widened as she witnessed Arzale destroy Thor. Though her eyes narrowed since she wasn't able to do it herself. She struggled, hissing even slightly at Arzale when he grabbed a hold of her after stealing her fight. She gradually grew limper in his arms after being injected. "Hmnn..." she pawed at the other, in a more scared and confused way as she was blacking out. "Doctor A-Arzale... w-why did... did you..." she whimpered. That was when she was finally fully knocked out.

She whined softly in her sleep as she was carried back to the compound, her breathing slow and soft, the wound holding up pretty well.
 
Down in the Laboratory of the domicile compound Arzale laid Mora down on that stainless steel work bench he'd cleaned just an hour earlier. Swiftly he retrieved a his suturing set and several small phials, each containing a different colored liquid that was almost glue-like in viscosity. Arzale peeled off the makeshift bandage and applied the tinctures, then went to work suturing Mora's wounds. The wound would heal in a matter of moments, the stitches dissolving as the wound healed. Arzale then went about undressing Mora, leaving her completely naked on the examination table. Ointments were worked into the wounds on her chest to sterilize and swiftly heal those wounds. Arzale waited until the tinctures took effect and then retrieved a different vial from that strange little case he kept in his pocket. One more injection, this one in Mora's leg. This concoction would counter-act the effects of the sedative, bringing Mora gently back to consciousness. Mora would awake completely healed and unmarred save a few scars on her arm to remind her of her first fight.

When Mora awoke Arzale would definitely run some tests on her to see how her body had reacted to the surge of adrenaline. It was of dire importance that the stability of her form was checked. The protoype creatures submitted to adrenal modification had actually destabilized at an atomic level after an over-reaction to adrenal compounds and had literally melted away into fleshy slag. Oh what a mess that was! But such a learning opportunity...Hopefully that wouldn't happen to dear Mora. After all, she had been so time consuming to make.[/i]
 
Mora laid there, her breathing picking up to normal again after he was done suturing her injuries. It took about 10 minutes, but she was finally awake, with a groggy expression on her face. She just laid there, looking up at the ceiling, shivering only slightly on the stainless steel, which wasn't entirely cold, but still colder than normal since Mora was used to warm, soft surfaces. That was when she also realized that she was naked, however, the kitten felt no shame as she had no reason for knowing that that was wrong.

"D-Doctor Arzale?" she mewed softly, a bit scared. She felt much better than when she was sedated earlier, but she was still looking for her creator. She didn't mind the dark as she could see fine, but she did feel this awfully strong desire to be held by the other again- as she had this faint memory of the other holding her after the fight... and she had never felt that before as he had never done it.
 
"You did well. Now we need to make sure you are healthy."

It was time to start the examination. Vallios started by checking her pulse. His long fingers cupped her throat, tips pressed against her carotid. Steady and strong, Mora's cardiovascular system seemed nominal. Next Vallios reached down and withdrew a stethoscope from a drawer of the examination table. Wordlessly he made Mora sit up, checking for any anomalies in lung function. Fine, as he had expected. Next was the fun part. Touch sensitivity! Vallios put the stethoscope away and laid Mora back down, his hands full of purpose and even force. Those practiced hands glided across her shoulders, down her arms and back up before beginning to gentle circle her neck, fingertips working at nerve clusters and tracing muscle fibers, feeling for any tension or reaction. Little did Mora know her body was about to be put through it's paces and if all went according to experiment guidelines, she'd be guided towards her first orgasm by the end of what promised to be a thorough test. After all, he needed to confirm that such an important biological system functioned, no?

Assistant was a title Mora would have to earn. For now she was nothing more than a pet and plaything, a live experiment for Vallios to test and tinker with as he saw fit. She was the prototype for Vallios' true vision: Mass produceable perfect companions, sold and then bound to a master for life. Men of science and purpose had no time for things as foolish as 'love'. They needed subservient companions capable of meeting their every need without question or second thought, along with a second mind to give valuable input during difficult experiments. Just imagine it...Creatures with both free will and an in-born, complete psychological submissiveness. The creation modules could be modified to create the perfect soldiers, world-class performers...Any niche in society that could be profitable could be filled by the creations that would follow in Mora's wake!
 
She sat up on the table obediently, allowing the other to check her pulse and breathing, watching her creator carefully with admiration and curiosity. She shivered when she felt the stethoscope and giggled just a bit when the other pushed her back down on the table, her submissive side showing now since it seemed she found amusement in being pushed around. The moment the other began to touch her, her eyes widened just a bit, shivering at the feeling of him touching her arms and then when the other touched near the back of her neck, she purred softly, "T-that feels funny..." giggled Mora gently, clearly feeling the sensation of a tickle. She looked towards the other endearingly.

"Why are you touching me like this, doctor?" she said, looking towards him with groggy eyes that could have equally looked like bedroom eyes, a typical expression often on her face.
 
"To ensure that you are healthy and working properly."

Those strong hands moved down Mora's shoulders, fingers spider-walking to her breasts. Each fleshy globe was cupped and squeezed, fingers both caressing and searching for any imperfections, any sign of cellular destabilization. Naturally everything checked out fine and so Arzale decided to test sensual receptiveness. Thumb and forefinger curled around Mora's right nipple and began to tweak gently. Arzale watched her facial features intently, listening for any change of breath and keenly observing any reaction. To most it would seem strange, breaking down the sexual experience to a scientific test...But that was just how Arzale's mind worked. If Mora passed all her examinations she might find herself subjected to the realm of Arzale's physical desires. There were so many tests to run! So much data to gather.

It was quite exciting to Arzale, tweaking and toying with a live specimen. Mora's completeness was astounding, no major defects had presented themselves as of yet. Invigorating progress and the thrill of triumph had Arzale's mind racing with possibilities. However, there was a task to tend to and Arzale would not allow himself to be distracted. Bending low he placed his lips to Mora's, giving her the first taste of the wicked trick that would ensure her submission. Genetic modification had coded Mora to be receptive to only Arzale's pheromones, which of course had their potency enhanced through multiple experiments. Through practiced control Arzale allowed Mora just a taste of the potent compounds, that natural scent and signature that she would find herself utterly drawn to.
 
She continued to giggle at his gentle touches, that is, until he moved his hands down to toy with her breasts. At this point, her body language started to change as well as her breathing pattern. She looked towards his hand with her kitten-like curiosity, only to take in a deep breath when he started to tweak her right nipple. Her eyes widened a bit more, and she arched her back slightly, letting out the air she had taken in with a gasp, "I-it feels... hmnn... f-feels... funny..." She began to purr, her nipples hardening from his touch and her body squirming just ever slightly.

She looked up at him with eyes full of confused desire and her body seemed to react almost on its own accord, as she gradually began to spread her legs slightly, panting softly as her cheeks tinted pink. When she felt the other come forward to kiss her on the lips, her eyes closed gently as she kissed the other back, acting on instinct and proving to be a very gifted kisser. She felt a strange sensation between her legs as she continued to kiss her creator, a moistness and this strange sensation that was unbearable... like a tingling that could not be sated... it felt amazing.
 
Excellent, her response time and manifestations were perfect. In the past sexual systems had been tricky; most of Arzale's creations inherited the animalistic urge to produce without any of the human concepts of pleasure or desire. They formed mated pairs and birthed offspring because that was the nature of life, not by choice or a desire to enrich their lives. Arzale deepened the kiss and applied more pressure to her pert breasts before allowing his hands to slip down across Mora's stomach. Strong thumbs pressed and massaged Mora's inner thighs, tips grazing her womanhood temptingly. His fingers stretched and took hold of her curved rear, caressing and squeezing. To an onlooker such actions would look passionate, but every move was calculated with cold efficiency. This was science, not play and Arzale was keeping track of things like change in body temperature, muscle tension and even the slightest of behavioral change.

Would carnal desires awaken a more forceful side? Arzale hoped so. Complete submission was so boring. Hopefully the new sensations would embolden Mora, inner fire spurring her to seek her pleasure in a more active manner. After all, the thrill of the hunt was in the chase...Was it not? Arzale could only wonder how much of the depth of social interaction Mora had encountered during her time exploring the island. Every creature knew she was to be left undisturbed with light social interaction at most. But had she applied the scientific mind he'd tried to gift her and observe her surroundings? Just how much did she know?
 
She groaned weakly, gasping as the other applied more force to her breasts, kissing him back stronger than before, sliding her tongue against his and pulling back occasionally to nip his lip before kissing him again. She shivered and moaned into the kiss when he slid his hand down her sensitive stomach and she meowed into his mouth when he touched her snatch ever so slightly. She was soothed and turned on equally by his handling of her rear and found herself pushing her head up into the kiss more, urging him to satisfy her more.

As she was doing this, she found her hand snaking down his chest and to his manhood, attempting to caress him through his pants, squeezing a bit when she finally found where he was.

Pulling away from the kiss, she said, "Take them off..." in a hopeful, yet slightly gruff way, referring to his pants. Though, it seemed at the moment she notice her tone, she corrected herself by adding a faint, "Please..." As she spoke, she was still massaging him through his pants.
 
"Not quite yet..."

Arzale nipped at Mora's neck, teeth lightly grazing her throat. Lips worked down across her chest, taking the time to suckle and lick lightly at one breast, then the other. Once again Mora would find herself pushed onto her back as Arzale's kisses and light biting roamed down her figure, finally settling between her creamy thighs. Once, twice, and then a third time his tongue slid around her pussy before slipping into her, searching for those spots that would cause the most pleasure. Her slightly aggressive actions were a good sign, healthy desires meant that everything was going exactly as designed. Now that the experiment had taken such an intimate turn Arzale was starting to find it hard to keep from losing himself to his own base instincts. After all, it had been so long since he'd indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. Difficult equations, complex formulae and tiresome research consumed the majority of Arzale's time and thought. At times the man worked so hard one might think he was a machine wrapped in flesh.
 
She pouted when he said he wasn't going to take them off yet. Whimpering, she was just about to say something... when he started using his mouth on her body.

His kisses on her chest, suckling and licking was causing her to lose it gradually, increasingly slipping further into heat. "Ah... hmnn.. yea..." she whined in a very sexual sounding way. She purred gently, her ears going back and her tail beginning to swish, her stomach trembling as he kissed down her until he found her snatch. Her eyes widened when he started licking her pussy. "A-ah... n-nah! D-Doctor!" she cried out, throwing her head back. "F-fuck... oh yea..." she gritted her teeth, gently pressing his face into her crotch as he licked. Her pussy was dripping from the attention and pulsating with every lick.
 
Arzale's tongue twisted and swirled within Mora, stroking her innermost depths. This sensual torment would continue until Arzale thought she was coming close to a climax. With not but a wordless smirk Arzale would pull away from Mora and just stare down at her. How did she deal with orgasm denial? Arzale let out a soft chuckle and stroked her thighs gently, waiting to see just what kind of reaction this caused. Arzale shifted his hips ever so slightly, finding his pants rather uncomfortable. It was quite hard to ignore his own throbbing manhood, hard and hungry for her. Arzale made no effort to hide his own arousal, knowing the sight of that considerable bulge would only serve to frustrate Mora further.

Should he restrain her? That could be quite enoyable! A better question was did he have any acceptable restrains on hand? Arzale walked away from the examination table and began to rummage through drawers and cupboards, looking for 'scientific aids'. Such actions would certainly add to the tension! Oh how he hoped she was squirming and desperate, he did love hearing a woman beg for release. Perhaps she'd take matters into her own hands, which was something he certainly would not complain about.
 
She was gasping in pleasure, looking towards him helplessly as he tongue fucked her, but then he pulled away. "Y-you.. you..." she growled gently, looking increasingly frustrated with him. "N-no..." She whimpered, her pussy was screaming for attention, and she groaned when he touched her thigh, "Ju-just a little closer..." she begged softly, "please..." She looked towards his cock through his pants and bit her lip.

She watched him walk away, her eyes narrowed. She wasn't enjoying the lack of attention and so she felt she had no other choice. She spread her legs apart wide, showing her flexibility and whimpered as she started to finger fuck herself with two fingers, mewing and purring softly as she did it. "Doctor Arzale..." she moaned the name softly to help her get off, "p-please... faster.... hmnn..." she was creating a fantasy in her mind, her eyes shut as she plunged her fingers in faster.
 
After a moment or two Arzale found just what he was looking for. Two leather shackles with heavy iron chains and then a pair of leather cuffs separated by a bar approximately three feet in length, and best of all a blind fold. Arzale dropped the devices beside Mora and then quickly and forcefully grabbed her hands, jerking them above her head. Without even waiting for a reaction he bound Mora's hands, pushing the the uppermost links of the chains through a hook that hung down from the ceiling, set into a sliding track. Next came the blindfold, folded tightly around Mora's head preventing any sight. Finally the leather cuffs were fitted around her calves just below her knees, forcing her to spread herself nice and wide. Arzale gave a cruel shove and left Mora hanging there, suspended by her arms blind and bared for him to eye as he pleased.

How did the little kitten feel about darker play? Vallios leaned against the examination table and watched her, waiting for her reaction. Oh how fun this was! Arzale watched patiently, doing his best to ignore the almost unbearable strain of his hard manhood pushing against the fabric of his pants. Caving slightly Arzale decided to undress, tossing his pants at Mora so that they'd strike her lightly on the rear and give her more to think about and pine for.
 
Maybe not entirely mentally ready for this as it was already a lot to take in for her first time, Mora was already seeming to fall apart slightly from the strange change in treatment. Being bound like this scared her and made her whimper slightly in fear- she like having some control and being completely at the Doctor's control made her slightly panicky. "D-Doctor..." she whimpered, sniffing slightly, trying to smell the doctor to see if he was there.

She gasped when the pants hit her rear and shivered weakly, "D-doctor... wh-what is going on..." she was starting to grow a little faint.
 
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