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Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

Tama felt extraordinarily sensitive. He spanked her several times, causing her skin to redden and welt though she moaned and rocked her hips in jerky, surprised pleasure. She exhaled a sharp hiss through her teeth when he moved his hand over her ass to press his finger against that tight hole once more. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a delicate and surprised ‘o’ as he popped right in. Her head fell back, her shoulders raising up as her fingers curled into his shoulders and she moaned. Low, and soft, a sort of pure sound of delirious pleasure. Every part of her buzzing as the discomfort of his entrance quickly gave way to ecstacy.

”Oh my God,” she simpered, rolling her hips back until the pressure of his cock pushed up against her cervix became too much, her eyes opening to lock back with his own. She understood what he meant, that it would hurt too much now if he was to take her back there, that her body wasn’t ready for that yet, but it felt so good to be touched there that she nearly didn’t care.

All Tama could understand was that he had basically just told her that he planned on buying her, and that every time he touched her it felt extraordinarily good. She had a very long and pleasurable life to look forward to.

The tension of his knot began to subside, and slowly Tama was able to maneuver herself again. Just as she started to really rock her ass back against his hand, he pulled himself free and lifted her off of him. She groaned gently, her hand gripping his to keep herself steady, laughing at her own clumsiness and reminding herself of a newborn deer trying to walk for the first time.

”Yes, actually,” she responded to him, glancing up with a smile as he told her he believed she would like a bath, ”that sounds nice.”

It would give her some time, she supposed, to rest up and recuperate a bit before round two. Her eyes danced over his profile as they moved to the bathroom, absolutely looking forward to what he could do to her next. The thought of having him all night thrilled her.

She thanked him after he ran the water, climbing in gingerly before sinking down into the hot depths, sitting upright with her back arched as she gathered her hair in her hands. Wrapping it up on the top of her head, she secured herself a bun before laying her head laid back and looking over the accessories curiously. A slender, violet bottle caught her attention, and she reached her hand over to bring it to her nose. Her eyebrows shot up at the aroma, her eyes dancing over the bottle to find some sort of insignia or brand that would tell her where she could get some of her own.

While Julius was making his phone calls, Tama relaxed. She rubbed herself down with the sweet smelling oils, adding perfumed bath salts to the water as well. She’d smell of lavender and honey when he returned.

Tama would also be touching herself. Her eyes closed, one hand between her thighs and the other massaging her breast. The fingers in the water rolled over her clit, circling the eager pearl softly as her eyes rolled open to look at him.

”I got impatient.”
 
The preparations were done via two channels, first via a call then the written details via message. He sat on the couch picking up the clothes and setting them on the sofa before focussing on the call entirely. Once finished with issuing instructions, he returned to the bathroom, where the sound of running water had ceased. The room smelled of slightly sweet, scented with lavender and honey. She had taken the liberty to help herself, not that he found that to be an issue.

The muscles on his back rippled as he undressed again before joining her, "So it would seem. I should punish you for that."

The water was hot, steam rolling off any exposed surface as he climbed in to sit by her side. He joined in, replacing her fingers with his and displayed a surprising amount of dexterity with his fingers as the tugged her nipples and circled her clit, drawing pleasured gasps from her. Things soon escalated as he took a small towel and used it to wash her. It took him about a minute to lose his focus on washing her, catching her between her thighs as the white fabric was dragged against her. The warm liquid swirled around them both transparent and opaque before being dragged down by gravity as his actions matched her rising need.

He could not quite remember how many times he had brought her to an orgasm, the number of times she shuddered with his touch but by the time he stopped, the bath had cooled enough to no longer be as warm and welcoming. Her lips red and swollen as he wiped her down on his strong arms wrapped around her ass, lifting her in his arms as though she weighed nothing and shifted her onto the large canopy bed.

The sheer curtains floated shut as their bindings were undone with her aid. The black bands which once secured the curtains now found their way onto her wrists, binding them behind her in a firm knot.

She was warm and wet, ready for his entrance but he took things slowly for her own sake. He was just as aroused as she was, knotting her each time she shuddered upon the curve of his cock. When she broke free of her bonds, he stretched her wrists above her, her struggles pointless as he explored her every curve. He loved just how eager she was, an eagerness which brought her in going beyond how much her body was able to endure without sleep. Time began to blur, words spoken between them between bouts of ecstasy that he could hardly remember. Shrieks of pure bliss mixed with the slapping of flesh against flesh. A stream flowing from her as he saturated her womb with his seed.

It was deep into the night by the time she lay completely spent, ear pressed against his chest. Blissed out. Her ass, thighs, hair, and belly streaked with ropes of his cum. Only then, he did he allow himself to rest.
 
The rest of the evening was a blur of pure pleasure.

Tama couldn’t count how many times she lost herself to Julius. She just recalled enjoying every damn minute. The soft moments in between were filled with him asking questions about her, or her asking questions about him. Mostly what he liked. What he enjoyed. What things she could look forward to when she became officially his. It was a thought that thrilled her more than anything else, and when the morning finally came,

When she awoke, she was nestled against his body, covered in the evidence of their marathon last night, and deliciously achy. Every muscle in her body was sore, especially those between her legs. It was a welcomed reminder of the time she’d shared with him, and the incredible reminder that she was still very human. In only a few short days, she’d be able to do a lot more. Last a lot longer. Perhaps even turn the tables on him and have him be the one who passed out from all the pleasure.

She bathed quickly, knowing that their time was short getting her back to the academy to prepare for the final exams. With her hair damp, but pulled back in a sleek and elegant braid, Tama redressed herself in her red satin gown and then joined Julius to his car downstairs. In the limo she remained tucked under his arm, giggling with him about how much she enjoyed her time with him. Thanking him again for how extraordinary the night had become. As the town car pulled up to the academy, Tama exited the car on wobbly legs after bidding farewell to him and expressing her excitement to see him again, but in more permanent terms, before laughing at the silliness of leaning against the arm of the gentleman who had helped her out. Her night with Julius had taken quite the toll, and she lamented the fact that she felt so weak and worn out afterward.

Still, she was an elegant and put-together woman, despite her youth, and managed to make her way back to her dorms. It was still the morning time, and during a day where most upperclassmen were preparing for their final assessments before becoming Chosen. The campus was quiet, the younger students still sleeping, while those who had turned eighteen within the last few months were just beginning to prepare for the day.

Entering her room, Tama was surprised to see Yvonne still asleep, and dressed in workout clothes from the night before. She sighed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Although still only seventeen, and not set to have her final assessment for several months, Yvonne was usually up before Tama. It was unusual, and Tama found herself a little annoyed.

”Did you turn in our project already?” she asked, raising her voice and nudging the girl awake.

Yve growled, irritated by Tama’s rudeness as she turned her head to glare at the other girl over her shoulder.

”Yes, Jesus. I turned it in last night after proofreading your notes because you couldn’t hang around thirty more minutes before prancing off to fuck some demon donator dude.”

Tama’s eyebrows shot up at the slight, and she crossed her arms under her chest as she glared at Yvonne.

”You are so disgustingly rude. I am making a future for myself the best way I can, and actually enjoying my future Patriarch is really important to me. With your attitude you’ll end up with someone cruel, and then you’ll wish you had prepared yourself like I have.”

With a huff, Tama stormed to her closet to change, uncaring if Yvonne saw her nude.

”What really pisses me off is that you’ll probably be one of the tributes who gets to use that new drug so you don’t have to go through the conversion,” she hissed while pulling on her uniform.

Yvonne blinked, turning back over on the bed so she could look across the room at Tama.

”What are you talking about? What drug?”

”Well if you hadn’t of run out of the lab so fast yesterday you would have heard. The Solis family has a new drug that they can administer to the girls when they’re ready to become Chosen. It completely bypasses the conversion process. Makes the entire transition to the new family faster and easier for both the Patriarch and the Tribute. I don’t think it’s ready for tomorrow’s tributes… I honestly can’t remember what Julius said but I know I’m eighteen too soon. They’re keeping it in the lab, though, so that it’s ready to administer to the next set of Chosen when it gets approved.”

Brown eyes landed hard on Yvonne as the redhead sat up in bed, giving her an ugly look as she glared at her.

”Julius? You’re on a first name basis?”

”So what if I am?” Tama sniffed, smoothing her hands down the front of her uniform as she looked over herself in the mirror, making sure every detail was correct before turning her head to look back at Yve in the bed. ”Were you seriously at the gym again all last night?”

The pair bickered for a few more minutes. Tama scathingly recommended Yvonne just move into the gym if she wasn’t going to be more conscientious of what she eats, and Yve threw some harsh words back at Tama but she was already leaving the dorm behind. Off to a meeting she was leading for the school Council in preparation for tomorrow’s due process.
 
Morning came and a message came in while Tama was still bathing, stating that the preparations were complete. He followed up with instructions to increase that night's guard and with the tip-off that there may be trouble this evening in the area around the labs. With the knowledge that the trap was set, he joined her in the shower.

They rejoined his team on the bottom floor, slightly late but making zero apologies and they were off. First to drop her off at the campus before attending a meeting with the police commissioner.

He held a brief but enjoyable chat with her in the transport, able to feel the draw he held on her as her eyes were practically glued to him. By the time she was helped gently out of the vehicle, Julius could see that her legs were still a bit wobbly, but after a few steps, she managed to right herself and convince him that she would be fine returning to her dormitories. Hopefully, she would be able to take it easy and rest herself, but knowing her from her achievements, that simply wasn't going to happen for an overachiever such as herself.

"Enjoyed yourself, sir?" The driver asked through the vehicle's internal radio as Julius watched her through the tinted window.

"Quite. A very eager young woman, but someone who is already too eager to begin with." He shook his head and gave the signal for them to drive off.

"And that's a problem?" The other man inquired, offering only a surface-level conversation just to help them both pass the time.

"Yes, somewhat. It skips the fundamental building blocks of a relationship a Chosen should have. She doesn't have anything outside of her initial excitement which draws her to me. What she speaks of is a lot about how she can improve her situation by coming to me. Even I'm not sure if she idolizes me or simply wants me because of my status." He paused, "But that is how she ended up so successful. She does have looks going for her though," He admitted, "But I'll see when the listing goes up tomorrow. Things may get complicated since the Drac has already stated their intention to make a purchase as well."

The evening could not come soon enough, unlike the previous night, this brought the thrill of danger and the prospect of his trap being sprung. They had managed to find a spot in the carpark at the art school and listened in to the reports of the guards who patrolled close to the site. For the most part, the guards were not visible as they held sentry positions as opposed to prowling the building for intruders. There was a lookout who had a good view of the entire corridor which led into the labs, the rest of the additional guards were in adjacent classrooms all of which were already unoccupied at this hour, where the school ceased to have classes and even students who required use of the labs were normally sent out and told to come back the following day.
 
Night time had fallen over the campus. Tomorrow the Chosen who were of age would be taken to the city that was once New York for their final assessments before the auction.

Yve lifted her hands up to grasp at the straps of her backpack, peering around the corner to the laboratory’s entrance down the long hall. Her fiery red hair tucked back into the hood of her sweater, tied at the base of her neck to keep it from spilling out and making her easier to see. She had a black scarf wrapped around her face, leaving only her forehead and eyes visible, the fabric flexing with each breath that spilled from her lips as she watched the guard positioned outside the lab to nod off.

The hulking man was leaning against the wall, head bobbing as he fought off the inevitable pull of the drugs she’d slipped into his coffee. His knee buckled and slowly he slid down to the linoleum floor, hunching forward as Yvonne darted out from behind the far corner and moved quietly and quickly to the lab door. She pulled her key card from her nike’s pocket, swiping it over the magnetic lock and hearing the soft click of the deadbolt pulling free. She pushed open the door and slipped inside, crouched low and making the door open the minimal amount just in case there was someone walking by who could see her through the windows.

Dressed to match the night, Yvonne was a shadow. She moved expertly. Fluidly. Her spacial awareness crisp, her senses sharp, every movement she made not even a whisper. She had done this many times before. Making her way over to the locked cabinets, Yvonne glanced behind her toward the door and then back to the combination lock that held the source of her mission. Pulling the lock free, she hooked it around her thumb as she reached to open the doors. Yanking her backpack off one shoulder, she whipped it around to her front and approached the shelving, her eyes reflecting the vials of drug before she snatched her hand out and snatched the container that held the vials for her bag.

The moment the weight of the container lifted off the shelf, the alarm was triggered. Yvonne flinched, looking up at the flashing red light in the lab in surprise.

A trap.

Horror gripped her heart in icy fingers.

Shouts sounded from down the hall. Yvonne could hear heavy boot falls.

Spinning, she zipped her bag up and shrugged it on, tightening the straps so that the bag fit snugly between her shoulder blades, and launched herself for the windows. She shoved a lab desk toward the wall, kicking herself up onto the surface so she could reach the high windows. Flipping the lock, she shoved at the frame until the glass swiveled. Crouching down, with her palms pressed flat against the pane, Yvonne jumped up with a grunt, pulling herself through the small space and crawling away from the window.

She kicked it closed with her boot right as the laboratory door came crashing open. The sirens were muffled, confined to the lab, but the property’s flood lights were ignited, casting long grips of light that illuminated Yvonne in her all-black outfit. Her fingers curled into the grass, lifting herself up and running.

The campus wasn’t fenced, but there were very few places to go. Yvonne just ran. She couldn’t go toward the safe house until she was sure no one was following her. No one had seen her. She sprinted, faster than any fitness test the academy had recorded. Her arms propelling her forward, her legs pumping, as she dashed out of the reach of the sweeping flashlights, a ringing in her ear so sharp she could hear nothing but the frequency. Not her heart pounding, or her lungs laboring, or the shouts of the men who were chasing her.

Grass changed to asphalt under her boots as Yvonne reached the road, lurching over and running up over the top of a parked car before leaping up onto the ledge of a fire escape and swinging herself up and onto the ledge; landing in a crouch. She leapt up immediately and clambered up onto the roof, her movements striking similar to a cat using the surrounding buildings as a jungle gym. Voices followed her.

”Freerunning! She’s fucking freerunning!”
“The roof!”
“She’s up top!”

Yvonne felt her awareness of the world closing in around her. She moved seemingly effortlessly across rooftops. Running adjacent to her drop off, feeling the weight of the backpack slowing her down. She felt her face flushing. Her time running out. She had to duck into shelter soon and find a way to sneak through the town to her safe house or she’d be spotted. She could hear the approach of a helicopter, knew she had to get to ground, and saw her opportunity in a drainage pipe that lead down to the alley below. She jumped for it, her gloved hands grasping the pipe as her feet softened the fall against the brick wall; scuffing the underside of her converse until she was at a distance she could safely fall. Landing hard, Yvonne tumbled onto her knee and hand in a three point stance as the black car came screeching up onto the sidewalk.

She didn’t hesitate, charging forward and racing for the car. Her legs flexed, her arms reaching up into the sky as she moved as if she were going to leap up onto the top of the suburban and haul herself over, when a strong hand whipped out and grabbed her ankle. Yvonne’s torso hit the top of the suburban, knocking the air out of her lungs in a loud grunt as she scrambled to catch her hand on the roof rack and pull herself. She kicked with her other foot, landing a strike in the man’s temple hard enough for him to loosen his grip. Yvonne gasped for air, choking on the spasms of her lungs as she scrambled up and over the vehicle and into the open street. She barely made it four steps before electricity ripped through her. Voltage high enough to stop her in her tracks.

There wasn’t even a scream.

Her body lurched forward, writhing on the ground as the taser did it’s job. Pain lanced through her, catching up to the shock that predated it. The realization that she had been caught hit her as she saw a familiar man stalking toward her, anger in his eyes as he crouched down and yanked back her hood, pulling some of her hair before ripping the scarf from her face, and she couldn’t even move her arms to stop him. The guard who she had supposedly drugged in the hallway glared down at her with a smug smirk on his face.

”... trap…” she gasped, a bitter laugh sounding more like a cough and a wheeze as she started to try and get up. ”... all along…. wasn’t… it?”
 
The hours had begun to pass as the evening fell. The lookout post sent constant updates every few minutes but nothing came yet. Not until the darkness had stretched fully over the campus were they informed of suspicious activity near the room. The figure used a keycard, which helped confirm Julius' suspicions about the identity of the user to a degree. It would at the very least provide a starting point for investigation should the trespasser somehow escape.

"Kitchen to all knives: get ready." His head of security spoke into the radio, "Knives three and five move to block the door exits and wake one up. The moment the light goes up, break in and complete the capture."

Shortly after a long silence, a red glow illuminated the interior of the room. After about half a minute of attempting to break in, she issued her next set of commands, "Two and four, go around the back and try to trap the target if it has exited by the windows."

There was no one inside, came the reports a moment later. "Check the room, make sure she isn't hiding." She depressed another button for another channel.

There were a tense few moments as they waited and then, "Freerunning! She’s fucking freerunning!" By a stroke of luck or genius, Julius had managed to pull some strings to get them a helicopter, manned by those in the law enforcement no less. There were no arrests to be made by them on this day but they had proven to be useful here.

"Number two, three and four move to pursue. Number one, I want you to move towards this spot." She leaned over Julius and depressed the button leading to the driver. "Drive us to the road here, the culprit will be coming that way." The net she had built was converging down on a single spot and there was no escape. The suspect was in sight, running up to the rooftops only to be driven back down, costing it precious time. The vehicle pulled to a halt and she could clearly see the culprit, red hair, black outfit, running down the alley.

If she had seen them, she showed zero signs of stopping. The driver got out as the girl, it was clearly a girl, jumped on the roof of the vehicle in a bid to make her mad dash to freedom. He caught her by the ankle but there was a blur of motion as she kicked him in the side of his face, enough to send him reeling back. She was about to exit the vehicle herself, reaching for the holster within her jacket when the girl tensed up, every muscle locking before toppling to the ground like one of those cartoons.

She took the tazer, the probes still stuck to the girl's front as she made to stand up shakily. Another surge of current was discharged through the wires and held for a few seconds before stopping.

"It seems like you think you're faster than the law," Julius's voice came from behind her as he passed her, taking the tazer from her and crouching before the girl. "Ah, I know you." It was that girl from earlier, Yvonne. "We'll need to talk to you for an indefinite period." He shocked her again before cuffs were clapped around her wrists and she was hauled to her feet and escorted into the back of an unmarked van.

The interior of the vehicle was lightly padded and she was separated by two layers of meshes. Julius has insisted that she was a valuable asset once he had reviewed several of her personal identification and she was freed momentarily only to be stripped of all her clothing to be put in only a straitjacket and her boots after they were searched. A soft roll of cotton fabric was stuffed in her mouth before she was gagged and blindfolded and the doors on the back of the van slammed shut, sealing her in.

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They drove her into the basement of the Lycus hotel. From there they moved her into a small conference room where her blindfolds and gag was removed. Opposite her sat a woman with platinum blond hair, the same one who had tazed her the second time as she made her attempt to stand up. On the table was a notebook, a small bag of Yvonne's belongings, mostly any forms of identification she had for herself in her room as well as other documents they had managed to attain hastily from various other agencies. She addressed her by her full name, "I'm sure you know why you're here. You're currently detained on suspicion of assisting terror groups. Of course, this is normally unlawful, but know that I am no longer part of law enforcement." She sat upright, "Your papers show conflicting information." She presented the various identification cards and documents to her. "Care to explain why?"

She looked up to looked behind Yvonne as the door opened and shut. "No, actually, no need." There was no need for a trial here. "I'll tell you why. You have deliberately lied about your information in documents to avoid certain official assessments. The punishment if you are found guilty of helping fringe elements through actions is possibly death. And I can tell you this if you are in anyway linked to the attack on the clinic a few days back, your days are numbered. But seeing that the next Chosen assessment date is tomorrow and you are already overdue, Mr. Solis has made some arrangements for you to attend the examination tomorrow. If you aren't selected, we will have law enforcement take over with the questioning."

"Otherwise, for those who have already aligned themselves against us, being Chosen could be something worse than death," Julius strode up from behind and took a seat opposite her, "Of course we'll have you talk information. There will be ways to make you talk even so. And that is much more useful to us than having a dead person and no information on our hands." He smirked, examining her face for any signs of weakness.
 
Yvonne could feel the van moving. She could hear the sounds of the tires over the roads, feel when the vehicle slowed to turn, or came to a stop at a light or check point. She clung to these clues, struggling to try and free herself from the straight jacket in the back of the van. She could hear her heartbeat, her breath, the aches and pains of her body recovering from being electrocuted. She felt like she’d been run over by a mack truck. Every nerve ending on fire. It was nearly enough to make her pass out, but Yve hung on. She pushed herself through the pain, through the fear, and managed to keep a level head as she tested the restraints they had placed her in.

Her legs were free. Someone had replaced the boots on her feet. She’d kicked at them as hard as she could, and she was fairly certain she’d gotten a piece of them but she couldn’t tell how hard. Every movement she made felt as though she were wading through quick-dry cement. They had left her otherwise unclothed. The straight jacket covered her from the waist up, but her hips to her ankles were left exposed. She was certain they were trying to scare her, make her believe that some sort of sexual torture was a possibility, if not a guarantee.

Still, she laid on her back, eyes straining to see the light past the blindfold, her tongue pushing against the cotton they’d shoved into her mouth and secured. She could still breathe through her nose at least, but every inhale and exhale was a struggle with her spasming lungs. The van finally came to a complete stop, and she could hear the men in the front get out. She listened as the doors opened, preparing herself. Hands grabbed her ankles to pull her closer and she kicked at them as hard as she could. A grunt and a curse later, and Yvonne was wrestled out of the back of the vehicle and then shoved blindly away. A strong hand had her by the hook of her right arm, guiding her somewhere until she was shoved down into a cold metal seat.

She ground her teeth, yanking her head away as the blindfold was removed. Bright, wild eyes darted around her surroundings, landing on the platinum blonde woman sitting across from her. She didn’t recognize her, but she was suspicious. Her eyes regarded the woman as her gag was removed, coughing through grit teeth before she returned her attention to the woman.

”Yvonne Marie St. Claire. I’m sure you know why you’re here.”

The slightest flare in her eyes showed that Yvonne was surprised to hear her true name. She had been in the academy under the alias Yvonne Kennedy. All of her identification had said as much. Showed her as only seventeen. They would have had….

… they would have had to find her stash. A loose brick in the locker room had hid her small lockbox. She’d had her real ID, some cash, and a few other minor items in there that could have helped her get out of state quickly if needed. Go underground. Disappear. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth, hearing the door open behind her and close. She turned her head, glancing to see Julius. Her eyes narrowed, her attention returning to the blond as she mentioned she would be put through the final assessment before auction. Her expression remained stoney. Angry. Challenging. Her cheeks flushing pink as she glared at the pair of them.

”Do whatever you want. I’ll never tell you a fucking thing. “
 
"Then let's proceed," Julius nodded to the other female, who produced a collar from a small black case. He stood behind her and pulled her away from the table, his hands gripping Yvonne's shoulders firmly, applying bruising pressure whenever she resisted. The vermillion collar was heavy, but fit snugly around her neck and on the inside were several metal studs which were made to be in contact with her skin. There was a muted click as the collar was secured around her neck, locked into place. "Much better, let's see if this thing works." He caught her eye as he stepped around the table, holding her in his gaze as he reached into the same case and pulled out a bar. Lights beneath the black glossy surface of the device lit up under his digit and the collar beeped as it activated.

"Let's see..." There were an assortment of functions which were installed into the collar but perhaps the most interesting as according to the small booklet was the ability to numb the wearer's mouth and tongue sufficiently to discourage speech. For now, he set the device before him as he assessed her further. She was surprisingly determined, more pissed off than afraid. "In a few short hours, your records will be changed to reflect that you are missing and being wanted by law enforcement, under the guise that you have gone into hiding. What is most likely going to happen to you would be failing the assessment and getting picked up for questioning, not by law enforcement. No no, the Praetor Office will handle you from then on. You won't be seeing the outside world again. If you want an edge to perhaps clear the assessment, perhaps you'd want to be more careful here. I can be generous if I want to. Your roommate can attest to that, not that you'd be seeing her again."

"You must be thinking not say a word, resist to the end, take as many down with you as you can, no?" He paused, picking up the remote to halt her speech, "No one is coming for you, and there are ways to get a willing confession from someone easily." The numbing pulses were switched off. "I wonder what would mom and dad think if their daughter sold them out," His fingers drummed on the expensive wooden table as he continued watching her for any signs of cracks he could exploit. "You can continue deluding yourself that this is a threat, it'll just make your own suffering that much worst."
 
Fear saturated her but she refused to let it show. Her eyes remained dark, glaring at Julius and his female companion intermittently. She didn’t take her eyes off either one for too long, trusting neither to not do something to her while she wasn’t paying attention. Her coral colored hair wisped around her face, framing it in a red aura as she watched and listened. Distrust was writ plainly over her features, her lips pursed in a hard and thin line that was surprisingly becoming. Yvonne could be stunning if she put any effort into her appearance. High, sharp cheekbones, sharp eyes framed by thick, black lashes, full lips and a delicate button nose and chin.

Her gaze dropped to the collar as it was laid out on the table before them, her jaw clenching and her head snapping to look at Julius as he came closer to her. She started to move in the chair, trying to free her arms as his hands pressed down on her shoulders to hold her still. She grunted, fighting against him, kicking her legs under the table as the collar was fastened over her neck. She didn’t feel any pain. Just the weight of it, but she kept expecting… something.

He let her go and she thrashed in her chair for a heartbeat, settling once he was far enough away that he couldn’t touch her anymore. She was breathing heavily, eyes pinched and red with rage, her brow furrowed and teeth clenching together as she glared at him. Beneath the vest, her chest heaved with her pounding heart and deep breaths, her gaze darting to the blonde woman again before back to Julius.

When he commented on Tama and his generosity, Yvonne laughed. Sharp. Bitter. Her eyes closed for a moment, her head tipping back as she shook her head.

”Tama thinks any attention is generous,” she snipped, turning her attention back to him. She was about to say more when he picked up the remote and with a click of a button, Yve couldn’t feel her mouth anymore. It was like being punched with novacaine. Her eyes widened, her lips going slack. Saliva welled in the corners of her mouth, and for a humiliating moment Yvonne realized she had no control over drooling, and couldn’t feel it even if it were running down her chin.

Sensation returned and her first action was to swallow, her lips pursing as she glared at him. He mentioned her mother and father, exploring for possible weaknesses. She remained stone faced, her eyes narrowed to daggers as she ground her teeth.

”My parents are dead.”

Not true, but she wasn’t going to give him any leverage.
 
"There are always others you care about. You will soon learn how much you value yourself over them." The backrest moved without protest as he leaned back, nodding to the other female that she may be at ease. "Your relationships will be scrutinized now that the life you were living is revealed to be a lie." A thought struck him, "Perhaps I shouldn't be too quick to accept your word with this in mind." They were unable to check those details now, but at the moment they had enough on their hands to work with.

"I suggest looking to your own well-being in the meantime. Like I said, no one knows where you are. Gone missing just like that. You may not even show up to the clinic tomorrow and no one will bat an eye." He stepped up to her and grabbed her by the back of her neck, forcing her out of the seat and onto her feet. "It'll be painful for you if you move," He warned. There was no way she could open the doors in her current state too. He angled his body slightly such that even if she kicked, she would only be able to inflict minimal damage.

He looked her over, a hand constantly on her collar while the other explored her body without a care for her consent or privacy. To them and soon, the state, she was worth nothing. Her breasts barely filled his palm, but while she was not as voluptuous as Tama, she was still a fine female specimen. "... Just need a bit of work." He noted to himself. He pushed her back down into her seat, his gaze lingering for a second on her pretty face, "Tama will surely get her place as Chosen. That is for sure. But what some, most of us demons look for is a personality. Not a doormat."

"While you are lacking in some properties, I'd take a guess that you still fit into the athletic class. But there are other tests that you will undergo, more than just outward appearance. Some of which I see you having difficulty in completing. If you fail, what happens won't be too kind to you. Think about it, you can't walk freely again and no demon would purchase you." He paused to let those words sink in, for the reality of her situation to hit her. "So you must be removed, or made useful. The answer to the former is easy, but the latter... Among Chosen, there are those who are marked as Chosen, yet belong to no one." He interjected, "You may be thinking Isn't that a good thing? I don't belong to anyone! Sure, belonging to no one means no one puts a claim on your which leads you to being..." He trailed off, allowing her thoughts to reach the natural conclusion.
 
Yvonne’s eyes darted between them, dancing back and forth like watching a tennis match. Where Julius would command the woman, and where she would respond. Her eyes were on the blonde then, studying her as Julius spoke, before they darted back to him just as he rose from his chair and came to step around behind her. Yve hardly had a breath to startle when he yanked her up out of her own chair by the back of the jackets collar. She thrashed immediately, snarling at him as she kicked out. His voice was crisp, guttural through her red haze.

It will be painful for you if you move

She stilled reluctantly, her eyes wide as they looked up at him. Fear and apprehension present, but the anger in those depths was overwhelming. Burning. Like coals at the bottom of pits burning white hot as they seared through him.

His hands moved over her, exploring every inch of her body, and Yvonne was determined not to let the discomfort show. She ground her teeth, barely making any sound of protest as his fingers pushed over her hips, her legs, across the curve of her ass and then up her stomach to her breasts. Tears burned in the back of her throat, but no evidence of their glimmer showed in her eyes. He shoved her back down in her seat and she fell with a grunt, flashing those white hot glaring spheres back up to his face as he looked down at her.

As he spoke, he could see the weight of his words sinking under her skin. Under the armor she wore so carefully to protect herself. At first it was the twitch of her lips. Then the softening of her glare around her eyes. She blinked once, then twice, before her lips settled into a pursed line and that glare returned. Looking up at him from the seat of her chair. She knew what he meant. What he was telling her.

When it came to her options, either she would die, her preferred choice, or she would be Chosen, or… she would become a Chosen, but belong to know one. Left to be…

Her mind couldn’t even finish the words. She pulled and pushed with her arms again, not fighting the straight jacket but unable to just sit still in her anxiousness.

”Unprotected,” she finished for him, her eyes never wavering from his own.
 
He nodded, "So you understand to some degree."

The demon delved deeper into what thoughts she could possibly be thinking, "Then comes the suicidal thought that death may be more preferable. That is possible. But any suicide attempt from you would be a long and painful one, not the quick way out that you were hoping for." The straightjacket had seen to that. She was not allowed to be near ledges she could potentially throw herself off and kept in a windowless room or at least close enough to the ground. She could still make attempts to smack her head against solid surfaces but the pain which would gradually build up would dissuade most from proceeding with their self-inflicted demise.

"You wouldn't just be without the protection of a demon should you bear an unsigned mark, you'd be... seeing many different demons then." He took on of the empty chairs, "Even if you were chosen, we still need information from you. You see, your friends have caused some trouble and I require results to find the perpetrators of the attack otherwise it won't look so good on me. You know who they are and you need my help to clear the exam. So this is what is going to happen: You'll clear the exam with some assistance and you'd be purchased immediately by me. We can get information out of you later." He looked at the other female who seemed unaffected as usual.

"Then I think it's time you get some rest. You have a long day ahead," He nodded to the lady, who proceeded to lower Yvonne to the ground while chaining her collar to the conference table. Spare pillows from the waiting area were propped under her head before they turned the lights out and locked the door, leaving her in total darkness.

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Julius had opted to stay in for a good part of the following day to rest and it would have taken some tension off from the entire security team, but instead, some of them were sent out to escort the young lady to the clinic.

They woke her up and allowed her some time to get ready and change. She was informed shortly before her arms were freed that they were in possession of one of those remote bars and the collar was waterproof should she get any ideas of attacking them to free herself. Wordlessly, they handed her a bag of her clothes, seemingly randomly picked from whatever belongings she had in her dormitory and escorted to the washroom.

Once she was done, they bailed her into a car and drove her down to the clinic which was only a few blocks away.

The clinic was a three-story building with modern architecture. The glass doors opened up into a spotless reception hall bustling with activity. The damage done to the building had already been erased, leaving no impression of a terrorist attack only days ago. "This way," The blond bodyguard steered her around after receiving directions as well as a slip of paper from the reception.

They went up a flight of steps and passed through a set of open double doors into a seating area on the second level, with doors leading off to different rooms, not unlike those at a hospital. From there she was examined, being escorted from one room to another every time her number flashed on the display above the doors. Some rooms were not too different from medical checkups, such as the drawing of blood and X-rays. There were few which were intrusive, such as one where she was made to undress and to be photographed; to be made ready to be turned into a commodity to be bought on a market. They allowed her to keep the choker, for safety reasons.

Once she had finished a final test, one regarding her intelligence quotient, did she get a chance to rest in the reception hall as her results were finalized and put on onto the market. Even now, the blond still glared at her, eager to let her know that she was watching her every move like a hawk. She glanced at her phone briefly as the screen lit up before turning to Yvonne, "The transaction has been made and Julius is on his way down." She looked around and caught the eye of a receptionist who seemed to be looking for them. She nodded to the other lady before grabbing Yvonne by the arm and hauling her to her feet. The receptionist herself looked warily at the two of them before leading the way, into the lift and down into the basement.
 
It happened so quickly and slowly at the same time.

Yvonne was carted from room to room, forced through test after test. She warred with herself through every minute, Julius’ words ringing in her ears every time she had the urge to fight back. Death would be a mercy for her, but she knew it wouldn’t be granted. Not now. Not after he already made clear his intentions to purchase her to continue his interrogations. And if he didn’t, but she was still ranked among the Chosen…? Her life as she knew it was over, but she would not have the mercy of death.

Unlike the other girls being shuffled from exam to exam, Yvonne was never without her collar. Several familiar faces stared at her with confusion. In passing, Yve saw Tama. The girl looked smug, certain of herself and her inevitable purchase, but when they locked eyes Tama’s expression faltered. Yvonne could only imagine the questions running through her head. Yve turned her head away, stoically clenching her jaw as Tama called her name, entering the final physical room.

A table was in the center of the room, four different monitors near by all with different cords and cables running from them. Yvonne tried not to go any further into the room, eyeing the stirrups at the end of the table with disdain when she was shoved roughly forward, reminded of the collar and warned not to hesitate again. She turned her eyes back onto the blonde, her upper lip curling into a snarl before the electricity coursed through her. She cried out, unable to control her own convulsing before she collapsed to her hands and knees. Weak and exhausted, Yvonne was hauled up to her feet and removed of all her clothing.

An assistant in the room called for the straps, and as Yvonne was lifted and placed onto the cold steel surface, kevlar straps were wrapped around her wrists and stomach, and then attached her ankles to the stirrups so she could not move free of them. A final strap was tightened around her forehead so she couldn’t even move her head, much less try to wriggle free of the table.

A human woman entered the room once she was secure, pushing a table of instruments toward Yvonne’s naked body.

”Good morning, Yvonne,” she chirped, cheerful and pleasant despite the atmosphere. The blonde bodyguard and another lackey stood nearby, arms crossed as a nurse followed the doctor inside with a clipboard, pen and paper. ”We’re going to do some physical examinations before you move on to your final test. As I’m sure you know, your duties as a chosen will be to procreate with your demon patron. Once you’re purchased, you will begin a transformative process that will make mating with your Patron easier, but there are still some elements that must be present before the transformation to make sure you are compatible. These tests will be invasive, but I promise if you cooperate they will not hurt, okay?”

The woman grinned down at Yvonne, seemingly oblivious to the straps and what that meant for Yvonne’s cooperation.

Sliding on a pair of latex gloves, the doctor took a rolling stool and settled between Yvonne’s spread legs. She began to study Yvonne’s womanhood, using her fingers to spread and probe as she made comments to the nurse behind her; the scribble of the pen barely audible under the growling cries from Yvonne.

”Get your hands off of me!” she snarled; attempting to writhe against the straps but it was no use.

”Now, now, Yve. This will go much faster if you just relax for me.”

Yvonne’s eyes burned with frustration. She could still taste the copper in her mouth from when she’d been shocked, looking down the length of her body to watch the doctor coat a large phallic probe with lubrication before sliding it into Yvonne’s body.

”Resistance is strong,” the doctor commented, sounding a little surprised, ”Are you a virgin, Yvonne?”

She didn't answer. Curling her hands into fists as she felt the contraption spreading her open past the point of being uncomfortable. Her eyes pinching closed. The doctor clicked her tongue in thought and then began to widen the speculum. Yvonne’s body trembled, her eyes opening to stare up at the ceiling. The doctor probed past her cervix, the dull ache in Yvonne’s womb causing her eyes to water before the device was removed.

”Reproduction intact. Elasticity excellent. Virginity clear. Have you ever been with a man anally or orally, Yvonne?” she asked, causing Yvonne to snarl. The doctor sighed, pressure starting at the tight hole just under her core.

”NO!” Yvonne cried out, attempting to buck her hips away. ”No, I haven’t. I’ve never been with anyone, okay?”

The pressure stopped, the doctor looking up at her before nodding and turning to murmur something to the nurse. Standing, the doctor completed the tests. She changed her gloves and then pressed her hands over Yvonne’s abdomen, pressing here and there and asking about discomfort or pain. She then examined Yve’s breasts, noting volume and size before stepping back and removing her gloves. She cheerfully thanked Yvonne for her participation, and then exited the room.

Yvonne was released from the table, re-clothed and then returned to the lobby before taking her final test. Drained, she went along with their questions, answering to the best of ehr knowledge but without enthusiasm, before her tests were completed.

Waiting in the lobby, Yvonne glared at the blonde bodyguard when she spoke, meeting her ire in kind with her own expression before she was hauled to her feet with the announcement that she had been purchased, and by Julius as he said.
 
The lift doors slid open, admitting them to a small lobby area which split off into three narrow corridors with monochrome walls and floors, each roughly enough for three individuals to walk abreast. For the corridor that was before them, it was lined with pairs of doors each had an LED light between the door frames, be it green or red.

"This way," The nurse led them further down the corridor, moving to the last set of doors with a green-lit LED light on them. The room they entered had a mirror, presumably a one-way mirror judging by the layout of the rooms. In the middle of the room was a raised circular platform. "Have the girl undress," she spoke to the bodyguard, who jerked her head at Yvonne. "We'll be performing the epilation on her before applying the dermic sealant." The nurse moved to a small locked cabinet and returned with a matte-black panel roughly crescent in shape as well as something which resembled a wide-headed flashlight with a concave lens which was connected to some sort of medical reading equipment.

It took a while but the bodyguard, Eve, finally saw that Yvonne was undressed and nodded to the nurse to proceed. "Please step up on the platform, Miss Claire. Before we begin any procedure do you have any metallic objects embedded on you?" She asked while using the black panel to shield the lamp which emitted a green glow. "I'm only obligated to ask for your own safety since you will be using magnetic supports for the injections later." She took a seat on an adjustable seat while donning a cap over her head pulled a mask over her face before she lowered herself such that she was level with Yvonne's groin. "Please remain very still. I'm going to remove the unnecessary follicles on your body. Do not move." The tone of her voice indicated utmost seriousness.

She began her work, a green light flashing occasionally under the cover of the black panel every few seconds. "You should not be feeling any pain since the light has been adjusted specifically for you. At most, it should feel only slightly ticklish."

It took over a minute for her to raise her head from her work, "That's part one done," she proclaimed before moving onto her armpits, instructing Yvonne to raised her hands above her head before she continued in her task to rid her of any body hair.

"You're doing very good. Almost done here." The nurse encouraged as she stepped around Yvonne, examining every inch of skin on her body, making sure that she would be flawless when this was done. "All done. Just need to remove the hair." She smoothed a hot towel down Yvonne's mound, removing any trace of hair. She disposed of the towel and repeated the process again until her body was bare of any hair save for the ones on her head. "You can put your arms down now," She bent down at the cabinet to retrieve several black bands which went around her ankles, thighs, wrists, upper arms and neck. The bands were some form of magnetic, mechanical even, as they locked and tightened themselves cleanly around her body.

Another larger band went around her waist like a belt. "You can remove the collar now. She won't be going anywhere." The nurse turned to Eve before activating the systems within the platform. There was only a soft hum as the internal infrastructure checked the integrity of the components before remaining on standby for further commands. Lights beneath the platform lit up in a dim, blue hue as machinery hidden within the walls and ceiling hummed to life. Almost immediately, the bands on her legs reacted, locking her into place.

Eve tapped the controls on the bar which loosened the strap around her charge's neck before retrieving it. The nurse pressed another button, causing all bands be calibrated before separating slowly, forcing her into an upright stance with her legs apart, arms raised slightly, away from her body. A dark, viscous grey liquid was poured at her feet, covering up to her toes and the lip which ran along the circumference of the platform. "Good, let's move to the next room and wait for Mr. Solis to arrive." The two ladies turned and left, leaving Yvonne standing nude, facing a mirror which seemed to judge her silently.

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It was not a long trip down to the clinic where he was needed. He was ushered into the observation room where Eve and a single nurse awaited them. "Good afternoon," He greeted while observing Yvonne through the glass, "Thank you for your hard work up to now. Shall we begin?" He clasped his hands behind his back as the nurse nodded and began entering inputs into a singular touchscreen built onto the side of the one-way mirror. She pulled up the reports as well as a display of her vitals, all of which she slid over before him. The distressed face of Yvonne, artificially enlarged to the point where he could see the light freckles on her face, that too was placed before him.

Before long the humming grew in intensity, the deep grey liquid around her feet springing to life as it shot ropes of itself, clinging to her, hugging her every inch as the liquid climbed up her body. The liquid continued its journey up, between the girl's delicate thighs, over her belly, enveloping every inch her body up to the band on her neck. It felt like a few seconds when it took a few minutes for the liquid to coat her body sufficiently. He watched as the nurse punched another button, draining any excess liquid from her body, leaving the Chosen-to-be in a skin-tight body suit which hid absolutely nothing.

The display showed him everything he needed to know. Draining. Calibrating delivery points. A set of arms, each wielding a needle appeared, either descending from the ceiling or rising from the floor and readied themselves before several points where the skinsuit had peeled back to reveal small spots of exposed skin.

"Mr. Solis. These are the top three enhancements for Miss Claire. All of them include the removal of any blemish and preparations for her to be able to accept her role better as well as any sort of body enhancements you may choose via nanite-aided growth injections." He nodded and after a brief consideration between two of the choices, the Patriarch selected one. The needles closed in around her. They could not hear any noise she made, but that mattered not, there was no room of escape as the narrow metal spikes sank into the meaty part of her shoulders, outer thighs, and her lower belly. There was a hiss and then the cool fluids began to be injected into the girl.
 
Yvonne did as she was told, though her expressions and body language made it extremely clear that she was not pleased about it. Her eyes swept over her surroundings, seemingly nonchalantly though after handling her for the last day, the guards were wary of anything she did that seemed flippant or accidental. Yvonne knew it wouldn’t be easy to escape them, not when they were watching so closely. She’d be better off attempting to escape later on. How? She had no idea, but she would figure it out.


Settling back on the table in the center of the room, Yvonne was unwilling to part her legs until the nurse explained she would not be performing anything invasive, or painful. A simple procedure, she explained, to remove the hair follicles from her body. Her new Patriarch preferred his chosen hairless, it seemed. Yve exhaled slowly but laid herself back, legs spread for the nurse to perform the hair removal between her legs, down her legs, as well as her arm pits. Anywhere she had hair other than her eyebrows or head permanently without any peach fuzz or stubble.


She was then instructed to stand, the nurse walking around her to check that she didn’t miss any spots before Yvonne was wiped down and then lead up onto a platform. There was no explanation now as the nurse fastened several strange black bands over multiple points on her body. They were heavy, and Yvonne shifted her weight as her gaze moved over the nurse. She spoke to the blonde woman, and then there was a strange whirring sound. Yvonne’s muscles flexed, her body reacting just a hair too late. The machine came to life, the magnets locked into place, and Yvonne could not move.


The liquid at her toes was ice cold and tingled against her skin. She shifted her eyes to look at the blonde bodyguard, her scowl apparent before the room was cleared. Alone, Yve’s eyes shifted to the mirror in front of her, studying her reflection. She was completely naked, her body exposed save for the magnetic bands that kept her from moving, and staring at herself in what could only be a two-way mirror. She tried to see how many faces were staring back at her, but all she could see was herself.


Her heart pounded in her chest, her palms sweating as she clutched her hands and tried to twist her arms in a futile attempt to escape from the restraints. She could see or hear nothing. Just herself and the humming of the machine that surrounded her. Yvonne’s pulse raced, her eyes widening as sounds and lights began to flare around her. She tried to struggle when the liquid began to slide up her body; coating her in thin, ropey fluid until she was wearing what felt like a saran wrap bodysuit. Her face was left uncovered, but she still felt as though she couldn’t breathe.


Long, robotic arms with needles at the ends protrude from the surrounding walls and readjusted themselves to point toward specific areas of her body. She thrashed as much as she could in her restraints, screaming until her throat was raw. Ice flooded her veins, but it didn’t chill her. She burned. From the inside out, Yvonne was on fire, and it was with horror she realized why.


In the mirror, Yvonne watched her features change. Her breasts grew, her waist narrowed though not by much. Her already athletic form became more feminine, and any scars she had from childhood disappeared. Her rusty brown hair turned a more silken scarlet, and Yvonne was terrified to realize that she would not know herself by her own reflection if she had not seen it happen.
 
The hissing stopped and a timer appeared on the screen, granting the chemicals injected into Yvonne's body the time to properly activate. Julius watched as she bucked against her restraints, the action barely noticeable if not for her muscles flexing beneath the grey fabric. The nurse tapped another button and there was yet another soft whirl of machinery as the empty vials for physical growth were replaced by those meant for nerve growth. Several needles were pulled from her and replaced but the one in her belly remained embedded in her.

"Please try to calm yourself Yvonne, you're doing very well. We are almost done here. This set of injections will make you feel much better once you are with your master," The pumps started again and the liquid seeped into her, appending to her nervous system to further match demonic anatomy. There was simply no going back the moment she had descended to this level. No matter the protest or struggle, the restraints on her held fast, leaving her open to the needles circled and stung her. The nurse continued, "You are going to feel a bit raw because of this, but there is no need to panic, you should normalize within an hour."

Julius glanced the nurse, surprised that she spoke in such an indifferent manner towards Yvonne, almost as though she was trying to incite a negative reaction from Yvonne.

As soon as the injections were complete, the needle arms retracted into the ceiling after depositing the needles in a sharp bin. Arms descended, scraping out an elongated hexigonal shape on the flesh between Yvonne's navel and her mons from the greyish liquid which still clung to her. A spray of clear liquid catalyst over the grey liquid which clung to her. The liquid on her skin began to solidify into some form of synthetic fabric, forming a clean, grey, weave-like texture which clung to Yvonne's every contour, leaving very little to the imagination. The nurse turned to him, "Mere formality as I'm sure you are aware." The packaging of the product.

A set of lenses descended before Yvonne and began tracking a beam over her left chest. A second was all it took for the brilliant light to colorize the gold logo of the Chosen Assessment and Sales branch of the Praetor office: A wyrm coiled in a circle, swallowing its tail.

The arms in the adjacent room retracted into the ceiling and the panels slipped back, covering the machinery overhead. All the arms, save one. "All done, Mister Solis. What's left now is for the branding. Take a seat," She gestured to a padded chair to the side of the room before retrieving a syringe and a needle.

"This place really likes their needles doesn't it?" He took a seat and rolled up his sleeves.

"Only what is necessary." She drew his blood and mixed it in a microtainer. "Modern practices have removed the need for much work and preparation needed for this but for formality's sake, I think you should be the one to perform the final act of branding the girl. This way please," She led him into the same room where Yvonne was suspended and loaded the liquid back into a syringe. She passed it to Julius, who stood before the redhead, smoothing his palm over the smooth skin of her belly. Skin that would soon bear his mark.

"I'm looking forward to the things I'll be getting from you." The silvered tip sunk into her with little resistance and he depressed the plunger. The dark liquid oozed into her core, the liquid burning itself as it bonded with her. When he pulled the syringe free from her, there was only a small bruise on her belly where he had made the injection. "There, all done." His voice soft and mocking.

The nurse discarded the needle for him and released Yvonne's restraints shortly. "The purchase has already been made so there will be nothing else required of you. Enjoy your purchase."
 
She was exhausted when they entered the room. Yvonne’s head hung, though her eyes remained leveled with Julius and the nurse as they stepped through the door. There was a renewed fire in her eyes. A determination to make this purchase something that Julius would regret for the entirety of the time they were together. She gripped her hands into small fists, her muscles straining against the bonds, though there was nowhere she could go. He stood in front of her, his sleeves rolled up and his hand moving out to caress the bare skin exposed by the strange synthetic suit she wore. Her eyes burned like white hot coals as she grit her teeth at him. She would have snarled, growled, if she were an animal. Instead, she merely glared, her chest heaving with each shuddering breath.


“I’m looking forward to the things I’ll be getting from you.”


Yvonne’s glare flashed, her legs jerking in the restraints. The nurse clicked her tongue, though her attitude was clearly for the safety of her expensive machinery. Not the young woman trapped inside. She chastised Yvonne, but her eyes were on Julius. Hellfire, if one could see such a thing in a human’s eyes, more than clear.


”We are not done,” she hissed under her breath, her body angled toward him against the heavy magnetic pull of the machines. Yvonne didn’t seem to be aware of her unusual strength. Her focus was on Julius. On ripping his throat out. On shoving his own tongue so far down his own throat that he could lick his own ass. She wanted to hurt him. To torture him. The flesh at her forearms puckered for a moment, a brief flicker of something rolling under the surface.


Strong, and a powerful ally, if he could bend her to his will.


The nurse released her from her restraints and it was as if the universe was waiting for Yvonne to lunge at Julius. To try and strike him, or bolt. An edge to the air made it difficult to breathe, but the nurse seemed unphased and commented on Julius to enjoy his purchase. This made Yvonne’s blood boil. She would have made a move, perhaps, if the blond bodyguard hadn’t made hers first. She entered the room, collar in hand, glare lowered to match the redheads as she gestured around the small room.


”The rest of the guards wait outside your only exit. You are in here with your Patriarch, and me. If you somehow make it past us, you will not make it past them. Do you understand?”


Yve shifted her gaze to the blonde, hearing the weight of the truth in her words. She had very little opportunity to escape here. She would surely die, or worse. Now, as much as she was desperate for it to be, was not the time. Yvonne turned her head to look back at Julius before she crossed the distance to stand right in front of him. She wanted him to know she wasn’t afraid of him.


”Yes.”


She didn’t break eye contact as the shock collar was once again fastened around her neck, a slow smirk crossing her features before she was tugged away by the blond and lead out of the room. Yvonne fell in step beside the bodyguard, her eyes sweeping the other faces she saw in passing until they locked on one particularly familiar face.


Tama had been alerted of her purchase. She had been purchased quickly, she was told, and a slight bidding war had occured over her. She was nervous, but excited, to see Julius on the other side but when she saw him with an unfamiliar redhead… Tama blinked, her expression faltering, her head turning to look at Yvonne more closely before they passed over to Julius. Her eyebrows creased, her lips turning down in a frown.


”... Julius?”


The nurse gestured her forward, focusing her on her task at hand.


”Your Master waits for you, Tama. Come, let's introduce you to your Patriarch.”


Yvonne felt no sympathy for Tama. Not right then. Her mind geared entirely toward causing the downfall of the Solis empire from within. She didn’t even call Tama’s name, or reveal herself. It was easy to forget that those who knew her would not recognize her right off the bat. It was something she would became all too familiar with later.


Still, she glanced over her shoulder as she was lead away, just barely catching the last glimpse of Tama going through those doors to be altered and branded, before her eyes turned up to Julius. She decided she hated him even more then. Tama had believed she would be his, because of the night they had together. Now she would belong to a completely unfamiliar demon. She had been excited, counting on it, a lush life with a demon she was happy to be with, all taken away from her. Yvonne was lead to a car, settled in the back seat, and remained silently glaring at Julius until they were at the hotel.


Although Yvonne went along to where she was lead, her eyes were always moving around. Her mind always active. It was clear she was paying attention to everything, and trying to formulate her own plan of escape, though so far… she made no moves to do so.
 
Unlike others, Julius did not give her scrap to wear. Her clothes were discarded at the center, everything she had was now gone. Her attire would not be out of place from certain science fiction if not for the fact that it clung to her every curve too well, accentuating her toned form to the point where one could just make out her nipples as from the lights in the corridor. The attire must have made her feel sufficiently covered for her to not even request for a garment to cover herself, not that she would have got it. She certainly drew the eye of some of the patrons when they made their way to the out of the building and to the small car park outside the building.

He spared Tama only a glance as they passed her on the way out. Her face was clearly in dismay as he passed her with Yvonne. It was unfortunate that this had to happen but it had to be done.

Eve kept a close eye on the newly-branded Chosen as they made their way into the car before slipping Julius the remote for Yvonne's collar.

It was just him and her in the back of the vehicle. "So, I'm assuming you aren't familiar with the whole branding and Chosen process?" The less she knew, the better. He eyed her as the streets sped past them, all but surprised that she had not begun resisting. He reached out, tugging at her collar to realign it better, "Cooperate and things would be much easier for you." But from how she was acting, he expected some trouble from her.

The three of them, Eve, Julius and Yvonne were dropped off at the front of the hotel. "Your schedule for the next two days are cleared as per your request. Do you require for one of us to be posted inside?"

"Very funny. But no, she appears confident, but I think I can handle this one just fine." He smirked as he gave Yvonne a glance.

The lift doors opened to admit them to the small chamber leading to his suite. His hand pressed firmly against the small of Yvonne's back as they left Eve in the lift. He steered her past the main doors and locked the door verbally. "The door can only be opened by my voice from this side, just in case you were getting any ideas." He pulled her to him, arm circling her, fingers brushing the deep red spiral which had formed on her belly. Any traces of the bruise earlier replaced by a vermillion tattoo roughly the size of a fingerprint. "You see this mark on your belly shows that you are bound to me," His hand slipped up, cupping the underside of her breast and squeezing it, "That you are ready to receive. And I will get my answers from you, it's just a matter of how much you want to put yourself through."

"Sensitive isn't it?" He tweaked her bud through the mesh fabric, "You have had the sensitivity in your erogenous zones heightened to match your purpose. I suppose your kind would call you a fucktoy." He released her, shoving her in the direction of the closed bedroom door. "I supposed you've wanted to get up close to a demon and kill him. You are close to a demon now," He advanced on her, loosening the buttons on his shirt, "But the ending is going to be so much different."
 
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She made no move, or snide remark, until he reached out for her in his car. His hand reached for her collar and she tensed, leaning back away from his touch and lifting her hand to smack his away. It did little good, as he continued to go for her collar anyway, tugging it and adjusting it’s alignment until it was centered around her throat.


”Killing me would have made things much easier for you,” she snapped back, moving herself as far from him as possible in the car. It was a confined space, but Yvonne was working through what advantages and disadvantages she had in this back seat. Luckily for her, there was no need to try and fend him off while they were still en route.


When they made their way into the hotel, she moved away from his touch, moving herself out of his reach only to be corralled back into place by Eve. Yvonne was starting to feel claustrophobic, with both of them on either side, but that sensation soon changed from claustrophobia to fear and rage. Entering his suite, she glanced at him over her shoulder when he mentioned the door was only unlocked by his voice, before he pulled her closer to him.


Immediately, Yvonne was resisting. His arms held her in place like corded steel. He was taller than her by enough that she couldn’t manage a headbutt to break his nose, and his strength felt comparable to the machines that had held her pinned less than an hour ago. Still, she thrashed. His hands on her made her skin crawl, or so… she wanted them too. Instead her body responded with an eager sensitivity, the realization of such horrified her. Her cheeks flushed red as his hand cupped her breast, her flesh moving as if there was nothing between his hand and her skin despite the thin synthetic fabric that separated them.


Her elbows shot back against his abdomen, her legs kicking to try and find his shins. She ground her teeth, growling through her clenched jaw before he shoved her away. She stumbled, catching herself on the wall before whipping around to face him. He was already moving toward her, unbuttoning his shirt and looking like he was looking forward to her fight.


Yvonne glanced toward her left and reached for the decorative statue, about the size of a paper weight, and perfect for bludgeoning if she was able to manage striking him.


”Fucking try it,” she hissed, looking like a cornered, feral cat, ready to defend herself by any means necessary.
 
The blow from her elbows was a good hit, for a mere human. It knocked some breath out of him but was not even enough for him to recoil from the strike. Julius tossed his shirt over a chair and closed the gap between them, his arm already raising preemptively to catch the blow from statuette. He twisted it free from her grip but instead of retaliating with it, he set it aside. "Don't bother," There was a sudden burst of speed as he stepped forward and grabbed her by the wrist. She was a slippery thing, managing to slip from his grasp the first time, but not on his repeated attempt. He pushed her up against the door, "You don't stand a chance, so why don't you give it up?"

They lurched as she twisted the door handle, sending him off balance and slipped out of his grasp. He righted himself and advanced on her, shutting the door behind him. He clicked his tongue, corralling her towards the bed. "There's nowhere to go." He snatched her arms, trapping her in a vice-like grip.

Julius spun her around and pinned her wrists against the wall. "You can resist as much as you want," His hand found her breast again, kneading her flesh and tweaking her nipple. "But once you are done and her muscles grow tired, we will begin preparing for your role as my Chosen." He spanked her, his hand dragging her wrists up over her head, leaving her to stand on the tips of her toes, unable to lash out with her feet without causing strain on her wrists. "You will tell me the information I want, only then you will begin your way to being recognized. Until then you will not wear anything which would preserve your dignity."
 
Yvonne promised herself she would never stop fighting him. She’d never stop resisting.


He came closer to her and she rose the statuette to strike, her blow blocked by his forearm before he wrenched it out of her grip with his other hand. As he set it down, she kicked him as hard as she could on the side of the knee, hoping to knock him off balance but it only served to annoy him. He shoved her back and then lunged upon her, pinning her back to the door and taunting her to give up. Telling her she didn’t have a chance. Yvonne’s eyes burned with his and her hand snaked up to the handle, gripping the metal and twisting until they were both falling back.


She used the handle to twist herself and catch herself on her feet. Spinning and lunging for the other side of the room, she was caught by his hand on her wrist. Yvonne let out a loud, growling scream as he captured her in his grasp after trapping her between himself and the bed, trying to fight him off even as he spun her toward the wall and lifted her to her toes.


Thrashing in his grip, she bucked her hips and kicked her legs, grinding her teeth against the pain that resulted in her arms whenever she took her weight off her feet. Left unable to do anything but balance precariously on the balls of her feet, Yvonne snarled as he shifted his grip and held her wrists against the wall in one hand, using the other to reach around her to play with her breasts.


Screaming at the top of her lungs, Yve fought his touch until her arms were on fire. Her fingers going numb from the pressure she placed on her wrists. He seemed unbothered by it all, amusement lacing his words as he taunted her.


”Get your dirty fucking hands off of me, demon,” she hissed, kicking at him through the agony building in her wrists. ”You’re not going to learn a fucking thing from me so might as well get it over with.”
 
"If you're counting on me not touching you the more time goes on, then you'd be horribly disappointed." He spun around, dragging her with him and flung her onto the bed. The mattress protested as her mass landed squarely in the middle of the fresh white sheets. He offered her little chance to react adequately as his weight trapped her on the bed. His hand slipped under her skintight outfit through the cutout on her belly and pushed up, ripping the material as he did so. He grabbed the torn edges of the fabric and tore at them, ripping what little semblance of clothing she had on her to pieces. Her screams and cries of protest were music to his ears which punctuated in pitch and volume as he tore her clothes to shreds.

Any protest, any resistance, was ignored as the grey fabric was torn off her body, like wrappings of a Christmas gift, leaving her completely nude, without even a scrap on her form. The outfit had concealed it earlier but the injections hand worked wonders on her form, encouraging her body to fill out better to suit the form of one who is Chosen. Her nipples were a soft pink, tight, which matched the pink of the inner lips which barely peeked from her hairless quim. "You'll find this difficult to process but ever since you were caught and made Chosen, you have become property to me. You don't get to demand a thing from me, or as you'll find out if you keep testing your luck, it'll result in things you don't want." His eyes trailed over her body to look back to her.

"If you spread yourself for me, and answer me honestly, I promise you won't hurt. Not as much as it would if you resist." When she lashed out at him, this time seeming to go for his eyes, he caught her and pinned her arms above her head once more.

His voice was cold and mocking then, any trace of warmth removed as he patted the side of her cheek mockingly, "There, you've made your choice. I'm sure you won't regret it. But future you will." He freed himself with one hand and allowed his weight to settle on the arm binding her wrists.
 
She fought and screamed, thrashing and writhing under him, but the more she fought, the longer she resisted, the faster her energy and strength left her. He tossed her on the bed and immediately was on top of her, his weight pinning her to the crisp linens as he tore the suit from her body. Yvonne screamed until her throat was raw, her voice breaking as his hands spread over her form. Her skin tingled under his touch, responding to him despite how she really felt. Physical and mental reactions completely opposite as she demanded he stop.


As soon as he pulled back enough weight to give her room to move, Yve lashed out again. She clawed for his eyes, kicking her legs at him until he maneuvered between them, his weight pinning her down once again and her hands pinned tightly against the mattress above her head


Yvonne was flushed with her effort to strain against him, to fight him off, but she was losing steam. Exhaustion gripped at her very being, leaving fear to be the only thing keeping her holding on.


”... get… off of me…. “ she growled, digging deep into her reserves to try and buck him off.
 
His finger traced down her exposed throat, down the valley of her heaving breasts, her belly, down to her swollen lips. "Look's like someone is tired," He pushed a digit into her, all the way up to the first knuckle. She was warm and wet. He pulled free, raising his hand before her face to show her the clear liquid which clung to his finger before licking it clean, "and impatient." He kicked his pants off before sliding down the bed, placing a kiss on her brand before moving to her lower lips.

His arms encircled her shapely thighs, raising her hips off the bed as he straightened up. Without any further foreplay, his head dipped, lips pressing against her pussy. Her folds parted as his tongue ran against her pink virginal flesh. He barely heard it, but there was a distinct husky undertone to her voice as his tongue gleaned the drops of her arousal which had begun to trickle from her passage. She tasted sweet, his tongue finally spearing deep into her after a minute of simply kissing and lapping her pussy.

Julius fucked her with his tongue, hearing her first gasp of forced pleasure, only to stifle further moans. His eyes watched her as her eyelids drifted close as she made every attempt to deny the sensations he gave her. He shook his head, mocking her again, "Where did all that fight go?" Every thrust of his tongue, each press of his lips sent numbing pleasure throughout her body, one which was quite unlike any she had experienced by her own hand. With time she would get used to it, but for now, it would threaten to paralyze her. Each time she seemed to gain the resolve to put up any form of resistance, he sucked on her clit, causing her to tense up from the shock of sensations which rode up her spine and spread throughout her body. Her resistance was laughable, he made her cum not just once, but for each time she fought him, he tongue-fucked her until she shook from the sensations which wracked her form.

Words pleading for him to stop were also ignored, only when he was satisfied that she was sufficiently moist for him did he release her, allowing her hips to sink back into the sheets. "This is where the fun begins." He chuckled, swatting her hands out of the way as she seemed to regain her senses and fought with renewed vigor, perhaps even frantically as he dragged her down and caught her hands with little difficulty. Her cries for help went unheard, "It's just you and me. We've got a long way to go, to make sure you learn what is expected of you." He kissed her and the swollen tip of his cock began pressing up against her even as she shook her head, hyperventilating, voice ringing in the lushly furnished bedroom which he intended to make her become very familiar with over the next few days.

It was fair to say she was a tighter fit than Tama was, to the point where she gripped him like a vice as he pushed deeper into her. Even then, it was exactly what he wanted, the primal desire to fight and claim what is his, to tame the red-haired chosen beneath him until she was fully seated on her rightful place, on his cock.
 
Yve shoved her hands at his shoulders as soon as he let them go, her efforts weakening rapidly as his lips pressed against her belly. She gasped, the sensation of his mouth on her sending pleasure to her core. She grit her teeth, tears burning in her eyes as she fought with her own body to reject him. To fight him off. To escape.


Then his finger slipped inside her.


Her back arched, her body clenching down on his single digit like a vice. She let out another mewling cry, kicking her legs even as his arm wrapped around her to hold her down. Her eyes opened to look up at him, her cheeks reddening furiously as he taunted her with her own juices. Hate swirled in her gaze, her teeth grinding together as she snarled at him.


“Get off of me!”


Of course, he did not oblige. Yvonne kicked her legs until his arms encircled her thighs, pulling her up and forcing her body to arch against the bed. Shoulders on the mattress as he held her lower half in the air, dipping his head to her mound before she let out a shocked gasp. Her eyes widened, her body stiffening at the incredible waves of pleasure that came from just the simple flick of his tongue over her slit.


Fingers curled into fists in the sheets, her muscles tensing as she tried to fight off how good it felt. To focus instead of escaping him, gritting her teeth to keep from making any more sounds but she failed. Small, short whimpers flooded the room, and whenever she found the strength to start pulling herself away from him again he captured her clit with his lips. Yvonne succumbed to his torture several times, her cries becoming louder with every tidal wave of pleasure that marked each climax.


Tears stained her cheeks as she was released back down to the bed. Small tremors flooded her body in pulsing intervals, her eyes half-lidded as they watched him position himself between her thighs. Panic flooded her system, the adrenaline spiking as renewed fear from his rape would mean. She lifted herself up in a crunch, her fists swinging at his face and chest as she kicked herself away. He grasped her hands, but she was already folded in on herself enough to plant a foot against his abdomen. She kicked herself back hard, forcing him to let her go.


She nearly tumbled off the edge of the bed when he caught her by the hips. She twisted, screaming as he mocked her, gripping at the mattress with her fingers before his strength broke her grip. He laid himself over her so she couldn’t move, wrists pinned above her head again and his mouth on hers as his cock pressed against her small opening. Pleasure mixed with the pain of losing her virginity, seizing her cries for a breathless moment as he forced himself inside of her. Yvonne was horrified at how good it felt, even as the pain of having someone as endowed as Julius take her for her first time.


Her spine arched, her arms pulling at her wrists as he laughed at her struggles. Amused and pleased by her futile struggle.


”Please!” she screamed, resorting to begging as she panicked. Hardly able to catch her breath between her sobs. ”Please! Stop! Stop it!”
 
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