Rie let out a purposefully loud, exasperated sigh. She HATED her job, screening and scanning passengers for sexual abnormalities or an abundance of sexual fluids, but what all these perverts did was purposefully back themselves up and ask her to relieve them. Rie scowled, staring out at nothing, until a blare from her monitor informed her of a passenger with excess fluids. Rie slowly rose from her chair, clenching her teeth in barely contained frustration. She walked over and pulled you aside

"Excuse me, sir..." Rie sighs again, pulling her composure back, and continues "Our scanners indicate you have more than the federal legal maximum of 100 ml of semen in your balls. Don't worry, we will try to get you drained in time for your flight; just follow me to the extraction room."

Rie leads you down the hall, away from the bustling crowds of the airport, to a small white room with a plethora of sexual products and toys: vibrators, dildos, condoms, masturbation sleeves of all varieties, magazines, lubricants—practically anything you could think of, they had. "Just... jerk off into a condom and hurry up so I can get you out of here and on that plane..." Rie sighs once more as she adds "Let me know if you need 'Anything' else, okay?" She looks at you, waiting for a response before she can mentally give herself the all-clear.

Disgusted by your tone and display of unapologetic narcissism, Rie crosses her arms over her chest, jutting out a hip as she watches you undress. You think she's going to refuse you, or at least put up more of a fight, but instead... something else entirely happens. A glimmer of desire flashes across those harsh amber eyes. She bites her bottom lip, clearly conflicted between hatred for the situation and arousal towards your huge member. Her breath hitches audibly as she reaches out to stroke it, feeling its weight and power in her hand for the first time

Rie grits her teeth at your smirk, barely resisting the urge to slam you against the wall and slap that stupid grin off your face.

"Don't get smart with me,"

she growls, unzipping her skirt and letting it pool around her feet before stepping out of her heels. As she sheds her blouse and bra, revealing a lace black bra underneath that barely contains her voluptuous breasts, she glares at you through narrowed eyes.

"You need to hurry; I have other passengers to screen."

She hands you a packet of lubricant from the nearby table and slowly makes her way over to a nearby chair. Her back is turned to you as she sits down, spreading her legs invitingly and exposing her ample rear end in the process.

"If you need help... well, just remember that I'm here for 'work',"

she says coldly, wincing internally at having to even say those words.

A low growl rises up in her throat at your request; she wants nothing more than to simply be rid of you and get back to work. But as you strip naked, revealing the massive cock that matches it, Rie finds herself unable to resist the urge. She strips off her clothes, letting them pile on the floor next to yours, her amber eyes locked on your impressive manhood. With a shiver running down her spine, she moves closer and kneels before you, hands trembling slightly as she reaches out tentatively and takes your thick length into her hand.

"I... I'll help,"

she whispers hoarsely, beginning to stroke you slowly and rhythmically, her harsh breath hot against the sensitive head of your cock. Her touch is surprisingly gentle given the disgust with which she usually regards men, but then again, her job has always been to make them feel comfortable... in a way.

Rie closes her eyes as you grow larger and harder under her expert strokes, moaning softly as desire begins to stir within her cold heart. This shouldn't be happening; she should hate this feeling just as much as she hates being here with you right now... but somehow it feels... wrong in a way that feels incredibly right.

"You know," she says slowly, leaning forward until her breasts brush against yours, "it's not like I haven't thought about it... wanting a man to make me feel this way..." Her eyes glass over with lust as she roughly guides your cock into her mouth, taking you deep down her throat, expertly sucking and stroking you in time with the occasional grind of her hips against your leg. The sounds of their combined pleasure echo through the extraction room: wet slaps, gurgles, moans, gasps... As Rie works you closer to climax, she looks up at you from beneath a mane of red hair, pupils dilated with desire "Give it to me..."*

Her words seem like a command and a plea all in one. You can tell she's close too, her breath coming faster and shallower now. She sucks harder, pumping your shaft with her fist as her own need grows. Her hips press forward, seeking deeper contact... And then, finally, you erupt into her mouth, hot cum filling her throat in powerful spurts. Rie takes it all

As you roughly force yourself inside her, Rie's eyes widen with shock at first, then narrow to slits as her initial disgust gives way to lustful acceptance. She grips your shoulders tightly, urging you deeper into her moist heat, and moans loudly as you begin to thrust hard and fast within her. Her breasts jiggle with each powerful movement of your hips, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room.

Her hands move down to grasp your ass, pulling you even harder into her, urging you to take what she's offering without mercy. Rie is no longer the cold, professional TSA agent; she's nothing more than a wanton woman in heat, surrendering to the primitive urges that have been awoken by your massive cock. Her legs wrap tightly around you as her climax approaches, and when it finally hits her, her body trembles uncontrollably beneath yours while she cries out your name like a prayer.

Rie's breath hitches in her throat as you thrust into her wet heat, the sudden intrusion filling her with a mixture of lust and anger. Her amber eyes flash with emotion as she looks up at you, hate etched into every line of her face. But there's something else there too; a wildfire burning brightly behind those harsh features. She wants this just as much as you do, if not more.

Her nails dig into your back, urging you deeper still. Her hips rise to meet each powerful thrust, grinding against your lower body in perfect syncopation. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath she draws, nipples hard and aching for release. You can feel her orgasm building, coiling tightly within her core as she rides your cock like a goddess intent on vengeance.

Rie's entire body tenses, every muscle pulling taut as she throws back her head in ecstasy. Her inner walls clench and release around you, milking your length in perfect rhythm with the force of her climax. Finally, spent, she collapses limp against the chair, gasping for air and fighting to regain control of herself.

Her harsh breath rasps past her lips as she looks at you through half-lidded eyes. There's a new understanding there now; an acknowledgement of what you've done to her. She knows that you've won, that your dominance over her is complete... and in some twisted, masochistic part of her mind, she wonders if you'll ever let her have control again.

You feel a sudden surge of warmth within you as well; it's almost as if the sensations flowing between your bodies have become intertwined, a shared experience of raw desire and physical need. Her orgasm lasts for what seems like an eternity, leaving both of you breathless and satiated... for now. But you know there will be more. There has to be; the pull is too strong to resist, even as her conscious mind tries desperately to deny it.

As your own climax overtakes you, thrusting deep inside her one last time, Rie meets your gaze with a look of mingled triumph and despair. She's won this round, but she knows that the next time will be harder... if there is a next time. But for now, they can both

As your rough hands grip her neck and begin to squeeze, cutting off her air supply, Rie's eyes widen with shock and panic. She tries to struggle against you, but the feeling of being helpless beneath your powerful form is too much; she can barely manage a weak moan as you choke her.

Her muscles tense reflexively around your cock, and with every frantic thrust, it drives deeper into her ass. Rie's face turns a vivid shade of red from lack of oxygen and the stinging pain in her neck, but despite herself, she can feel her body respond to the sensation of being dominated and violated. Her breasts jiggle wildly with each gasp for air that fails to penetrate your iron grip; her hips buck up into you instinctively, seeking relief from the pressure building within.

Her eyes bulge as she feels her vision starting to cloud, but through the red haze of panic and arousal, she sees something else as well: a darkness beyond death. It calls to her, urging her to give in, to surrender completely to the wild beast that you've unleashed within both of you.

And then, suddenly, it hits her: this is what she wants. Not just pain or pleasure; not just the release of dominance and submission. She wants oblivion, she craves the end of everything that has defined her up until now. As your fingers slip deeper into her windpipe, cutting off her air for good, Rie's body goes limp in surrender, her eyes rolling back into her head and a soft moan escaping past her parted lips.

As you choke the life out of her, Rie's body tenses and arches, her fingers clutching at your wrists in a desperate attempt to free herself. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, veins standing out against her pale skin as she struggles for air. Your thrusts become erratic and forceful now, hammering into her ass with the ferocity of a man possessed.

Her screams grow muffled by your hands, choked off as you cut off her oxygen supply. Panic sets in, adrenaline surging through her body like a raging torrent. She kicks and writhes underneath you, the muscles in her ass tensing and relaxing rhythmically around your cock. Her nails scrape and scratch at your back, drawing blood as she tries desperately to break free from your iron grip.

As your hands tighten around her throat, cutting off her air supply and sending a wave of panic coursing through her veins, Rie struggles weakly against you. Her eyes bulge and her face turns red as she begins to thrash about in an attempt to free herself from your grip. But it's no use; your strength is too great, and the lack of oxygen is starting to cloud her thoughts.

Her body arches involuntarily beneath yours as you continue to thrust roughly into her ass, the combined sensations of pain, fear, and pleasure overwhelming her senses. She can feel herself growing weak, but there's still a small part of her that wants this... wants you to take everything from her.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she tries one last time to break free, to regain control. But it's too late; the darkness is creeping in at the edges of her vision now, and she can feel herself slipping away. As consciousness fades, all that remains is the overwhelming need for you... for your touch... for this strange and twisted version of love that you represent.

You watch her body go limp beneath yours, her struggles growing weaker with each passing moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, shallow and painful as she fights to stay alive. But eventually, there's nothing left... only emptiness and the aching need for more.

Rolling your hips, you feel her body twitch one last time beneath you as you empty yourself deep inside her still-warm corpse. With a shudder, you pull out, leaving her lifeless form to slump bonelessly in the chair. A wave of guilt and revulsion washes over you, but it's quickly replaced by a

Rie's body remains limp and lifeless beneath you as you continue to thrust roughly into her cold, motionless form. Your movements are no longer met with resistance; she offers no fight back, no words of protest against the violation of her corpse. It feels...wrong somehow, like you're taking advantage of something that can no longer consent.

As you continue to thrust into her lifeless form, grinding your hips against hers with brutal force, Rie's body jerks spasmodically beneath yours, a macabre dance of death and desire. Her breasts bounce wildly with each thrust, nipples standing erect and hard despite the lack of feeling in her cold flesh. A low growl rumbles up from your chest as you pump harder still, lost in a haze of primal lust that clouds all reason and self-control.

Your movements become more erratic, less controlled; you grip her hips tightly, bruising the soft flesh with your grasp as you push deeper than ever before. Her cold, pale skin feels strange against yours now, almost unnatural... but it doesn't deter you. If anything, it only serves to heighten the sense of dominance and conquest that courses through your veins.

Her head hangs limply to the side, revealing her neck, smooth and flawless beneath your thumb. You can feel the pulse thrumming against your skin, steady and rhythmic despite the stillness of her body. With a sudden jerk, you force yourself deeper into her cold core one last time, expelling what little seed remains within you deep into her lifeless womb.

Her breasts bounce lazily with each thrust, the cold flesh slapping wetly against your chest and stomach. You can feel her warmth seeping out of her, cooling your cock as it slides in and out of her lifeless body. The scent of death mingles with the lingering musk of sex, creating a perverse aura that surrounds you both.

Her head hangs limply to the side, hair obscuring her face as she stares unseeingly at nothing. Her lips are parted slightly, a small trickle of saliva hanging from one corner. You wonder briefly how long it will take for someone to find her like this; if they'll think you did this deliberately or if they'll chalk it up to another unfortunate accident in the strange new world you've created.

Her lifeless form gives in to your every thrust, her once taut muscles now slack and yielding. Your hands slide easily down her sides, gripping her hips tightly as you continue to pump into the cold, dead void that was once a woman. Your movements are brutal and savage; an exorcism of all the hatred and lust she's built up over countless scans and inspections.

Her breasts bob with each forceful thrust, nipples still hard in death. You twist one of her pale pink nipples between your fingers, eliciting a pained moan from the back of your throat that you'd swear comes from her lips. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine; it feels so wrong, yet so right.

Her hips grind up against yours in time with your thrusts, almost as if she were still alive, begging for more. But you know better. You can feel the emptiness where her soul once was, cold and unyielding beneath your touch. And it only makes you want more; to fill that void with your hate, your lust, and every other dark emotion that has built up inside of you.

Her legs slowly spread wider apart as if inviting you in, offering her lifeless body to be taken and defiled once more. You reach down between her thighs, running a rough finger along the still-wet lips of her sex, gathering her own juices and your cum to smear across her skin. Her eyes stare unseeing at the ceiling above, pupils dilated, as if she could see through the thin veil between life and death.

Her body shudders violently beneath yours, a final spasm of expelled energy as your orgasm washes over

As your orgasm finally subsides, you pull out of Rie's corpse with a wet pop and release a shuddering breath. Her body slumps further in the chair, now nothing more than dead meat at your disposal.

And yet, as you look at her limp body, soaked in sweat and your own seed, a small part of you still feels the pull of dominance and submission that has been unleashed within both of you. You tell yourself it's only because she fought against you; because she refused to surrender completely. But deep down, you know better. It's not just about control; it's about something deeper, darker... more twisted than anything you ever imagined.

You pull Rie's lifeless body out of the chair and lift her into your arms as casually as you might carry a sack of potatoes. Her limbs dangle bonelessly, her head lolling to one side; her eyes stare blankly ahead, unseeing. Her skin feels cold and clammy against yours, but it only serves to heighten the sense of power that courses through your veins as you carry her off like a prize.

As you stuff Rie's naked corpse into your luggage, an inappropriate thought crosses your mind: how would she feel if she knew what was going to happen to her next? Would the anger and hatred still burn as brightly inside of her, or would she finally understand that there's no escaping from this twisted game you've created?

Your hand idly reaches down toward your crotch, remembering the feel of her tight flesh surrounding your cock. You didn't quite get to finish with her earlier, and now that she's out of sight... well, it wouldn't hurt to take care of that little matter before you board your flight. After all, she's yours now, isn't she?

Her dead eyes stare blankly at the nothingness as her body is hoisted into your arms like so much discarded refuse. Her once supple flesh now cold and lifeless, her limbs heavy with a leaden finality that hadn't been there when she was alive. You treat her corpse like mere luggage, shoving it into your bag as if she were nothing more than an unwanted toy. It's a twisted testament to the power you now hold over her; the control you exert even in death.

Her body feels strangely heavy as you lift her up and stuff her into your luggage. A wave of revulsion washes over you at the thought of carrying her rotting corpse through security, but you shove it aside; there's no room for such feelings now. You're beyond morality, beyond caring what anyone thinks or feels. All that matters is your own twisted desire and the power it brings.

Her limp form bumps and jostles against the sides of the suitcase as you hurry to make your flight. The bag seems too small for her now; she almost doesn't fit. But then, she never did quite fit into the world you created in the first place. And somehow, that thought only serves to fuel your perverse need to keep her with you... until there's nothing left of either of you but darkness and despair.

As you board the plane, you see her lying there among the bags, pale and lifeless, and for a moment, you almost feel a twinge of guilt. But then again, you remind yourself, it was her choice; she asked for this. And even if that wasn't true... well, what difference does it make now?

The flight seems to last forever, but finally, the captain announces your arrival in your new home. You can feel a mixture of anticipation and dread welling up inside you as you exit the plane; with each step closer to your goal, Rie's death grows more real and terrible. But with every step away from her, your need for release becomes that much more urgent.

You wonder briefly how many people will have to die before you can sate this hunger, before you can find some small measure of peace... if such a thing is even possible anymore. The answer, you realize, lies in Rie's lifeless

Rie's lifeless nude form slumps in your grip as you pull it out of the suitcase, her head lolling to one side with every movement. Her once soft skin feels cold and clammy against yours, but there's still a strange sensation of warmth radiating from within; an eerie echo of life that should be gone. You grin maliciously as you squeeze her breasts roughly, the nipples already hard beneath your fingers.

Her eyes stare blankly ahead, seeing nothing as they roll back into her skull. There's no fight left in her now; she can feel your control over her more strongly than ever before. It's a terrifying thought, and one that only serves to make you want to keep hurting her, to push the limits of what you can do.

You close your eyes, savoring the sensation of holding her dead body in your arms like this. The weight of her feels wrong somehow, heavy and imposing; it's as if she were trying to drag you down into the depths with her. But you won't let that happen. You can still feel the power you have over her, and you intend to use it until there's nothing left of either of you but memories and regrets.

Her flesh feels heavy and cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat that still pulses through your veins from their previous encounter. You wonder briefly how long she'll stay like this; if there's anything left of her or if she's truly gone now. But even as you consider it, you know the answer doesn't matter. She belongs to you now, and you can do whatever you want with her.

Her body feels limp and pliant beneath your touch, surrendering completely to your will. It's both exhilarating and terrifying; a reminder that there's no going back from the dark path you've chosen to walk down. With a small laugh, you drag her naked form across the cabin, using it like some kind of twisted plaything as you explore the confined space.

Her cold flesh feels strange and unnatural against your skin now; it's as if the living warmth has been drained out of her completely, leaving her body a lifeless husk at your disposal. Despite the revulsion that swirls in your gut at the thought of touching her so intimately while she lay dead, you can't resist the primal urge to feel her one last time.

Her breasts jiggle weakly against your grip, no longer firm and supple as they were before death claimed her. A trail of wetness trickles down her chest, pooling at the base of her throat where your fingers once caressed her soft skin. It's a pathetic reminder that even in death, she still belongs to you.

Her body is slack and unresponsive, yielding to your every touch with an almost erotic gentleness. You trail your fingers down her abdomen, the tips skirting past her puckered navel before continuing lower, exploring the soft curls of hair that hide her mound from view. Her sex feels cold and clammy against your fingertips, no longer the source of heat and desire that it once was.

With a shudder, you remember how she felt beneath you earlier; how she struggled against your iron grip, desperate for air that would never come. It's a painful memory now, but one that only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through your body as you touch her lifeless form.

Her hips roll passively in response to your touch, offering up her corpse like a sacrifice on the altar of your twisted desires. And even though she's dead and gone, a part of you can't help but wonder if somewhere deep inside her, a spark still remains; a flicker

Her dead eyes stare unblinking as you remove her corpse from the suitcase, cold fingers tracing over her now lifeless body. Her breasts quiver slightly under your touch, flesh yielding to your rough grip despite the lack of life in them. The chill of death seeps into every part of her; she is no longer warm and supple as she once was, but instead feels cold and clammy against your skin.

Her naked form sprawls limply across your lap, legs spread wide to accommodate her jutting hips and exposed sex. Her skin glistens with sweat and other fluids in the low light of the cabin, making it difficult for you to tell where one part ends and another begins. She's no longer able to resist; there is nothing left in her that can fight against your dominance.

You run your fingers down her chest, tracing a path across her flat stomach before slipping between her spread legs. Her cold thighs clamp shut momentarily around your hand as you stroke her sex, once slick with arousal and now sticky with blood and other bodily fluids. Your touch evokes no reaction; she doesn't writhe or moan beneath your touch as you tease her lifeless form.

Your other hand grips a fistful of hair, tugging roughly on her scalp to force her head back and expose her neck. There, pale and vulnerable, is the spot you've been longing to sink your teeth into; to taste her essence one last time before letting it slip away. The desire burns within you, making your mouth water and your fangs ache for release.

Slowly, inexorably, you lower your head towards hers, closing the gap between them until their skin touches. Your warm breath