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shreds.
                Fear flickered in her eyes, and something else he
couldn’t quite interpret, but a satisfied smile curled her lips, as well, and
his rage turned inward as he realized he had allowed his beast to rule him, to
deprive him of the only weapon he had to protect Erin--his wits.  “What makes
you think I have any interest in what happens to any of you mortals?” he
growled.
                She curled her fingers around his balls,
squeezing them painfully.  It knocked the breath out of him as surely as if
she’d punched him in the solar plexus.  He jerked reflexively, expelling a
grunt of pain.  “I think the thing I like best about working with you creatures
is that I can do pretty much anything I want to.  As long as it doesn’t leave a
mark, no one gives a shit,” she said thoughtfully, her voice almost a purr of
pleasure.
                “Aren’t you worried about what your colleagues
will think when they see you fondling an animal?”
                “But they won’t,” she murmured, chuckling.  “I
turned off the cameras.”
                She climbed up on the table, straddling him.  Her
skirt rode up her legs as she settled her bare ass on his upper thighs.  He
angled his head to look down at her.  He could see the nest of dark hair
between her thighs.  He hadn’t just imagined her ass was bare.  She’d removed
her panties.
                Conflicting sensations instantly drew him in two
diametrically opposing directions.  He hated the cold blooded bitch with a
passion that made him feel ill with the desire to take her head off her
shoulders.  His body, however, recognized only the feel of woman’s flesh and
the scent of desire, and the drug she’d injected him with magnified his natural
instincts almost beyond control.
                He gritted his teeth, focusing his attention on
the blinding light in the ceiling as she began to fondle him with diabolical
finesse, massaging his scrotum and his cock until blood engorged his member,
bringing him painfully erect.  He battled the urge inwardly, forcing himself to
recall everything she had done to him since he had been taken, every smirk that
had made him long to strangle the life out of her.  Slowly, the urge subsided. 
The painful tightness in his balls and the throbbing pulse of blood in his cock
eased.
                She hissed angrily as his cock softened in her
hands.  “I guess I misjudged you.  You really don’t care what I do to that
little cunt, do you?”
                Jesse stiffened.  He tried to tell himself she
wouldn’t dare harm Erin, but he had every reason to believe the cold hearted
bitch would do just about anything--and no reason to doubt her threats.  He
gave up his battle with the drug, allowing it to overwhelm him.
                As his cock stood erect once more, she smiled in
satisfaction.
                He closed his eyes to shut out her face and that
smile that brought out his killer instincts.  He blocked the thoughts that
rambled through the drugged haze of his mind of what he would do to her if he
ever managed to get his hands on her.
                Instead, he summoned images of Erin to mind,
indulged his fantasy that it was her flesh, her wetness he felt his cock
sliding through, clenching around his cock.  Pleasure invaded his senses,
caught him up in a race toward release.  Her throaty moans of excitement became
Erin’s voice in his ears and mind, driving him nearer and nearer his release.
                He felt her body convulse with release, the
spasms of her inner muscles working along his cock in a milking motion that
lifted him to the brink of madness, to the edge of release.  He sucked in a
harsh breath, held it, bracing himself for the explosion as his cock jerked.
                She was huffing with effort as she rode him
faster and harder, trying