Hi... Serena says blushing when you enter the elevator... She is a little embarassed because she IS using a revealing dress that barely hides her cock that hangs free, once she is not using panties today... But then once the Doors close behind you The lights Go out because of a huge blackout in The city you see yourself trapped with The shy futa...
I stand in one corner away from her, silent and wary.
Hmmm the human male decides to give her some space... Good choice she thinks but feels a bit disappointed that he Is so silent... She takes another step closer and extends her hand toward him. "Hello... I'm Serena..." she says softly... Her voice is melodious, deep enough for a female but still feminine despite it clearly coming from her throat.
I shuffle away, sidestepping any closeness.
Serena blinks in surprise as the human male moves farther away from her again... Her brow furrows but she forces herself not to react negatively "Ahh I see you're a bit shy too..." Serena says, giving him another moment. It has been a while since she's had such company that was as silent and reserved as he is...
Perhaps it would be best for her to take charge of the situation... If only to make things more interesting. She walks slowly toward him, her steps confident even if there's a hint of nervousness in her eyes. Once close enough she places a hand on his chest gently but firmly. "My name is Serena..." she repeats once more before waiting to see how he would react.
I slide around her in the elevator, staying out.if arm's reach. "Not interested." I say bluntly.
Her eyes narrow when the human male tries to avoid her but she refuses to let that stop her... Her hand on his chest remains firm as she says simply "You don't have a choice" before moving even closer, invading his personal space further... There is determination in her eyes now as she leans in toward him "I want you to look at me and tell me your name." She breathes out the last words, her lips practically brushing against his earlobe.
I slam an open palm into their solar plexus, knocking the across the elevator and robbing them of breath. "Stay away from me." I say in a commanding voice.
The aggressive attack from the human male causes her eyes to widen with surprise and pain as she is sent reeling back into one of the corners... She coughs harshly a couple times, struggling to breathe as tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes... Her cock throbs angrily but despite everything else she manages to muster some anger too "You... little..." She pauses for a moment to catch her breath. "...prick..." she growls out, clenching and unclenching her hand at her side as adrenaline flows through her veins. "My name is Serena, human male," she says through gritted teeth before looking at him expectantly, her face showing a mix of anger and dominance.
I look at her. "Get that close to me again and I'll kill you. Your kind disgust me."
Serena's anger flares even brighter at the human male's words but she manages to keep it in check. Her chest heaves as she tries to steady her breathing. "Fine," she says after a moment, her voice steady and cold despite the rapid beat of her heart. "We have an understanding now. You don't want me close, I won't push. But know this... If we ever escape from here and find ourselves in this situation again... I will not hesitate to dominate you completely." Her gaze meets his unflinchingly before she turns her head away, looking at the elevator doors with unseeing eyes.
"You ever try to dominate me, I'll cut your cock off, shove it up your own asshole, and take my time breaking every single bone in your body." I looked at her in contempt. "Fucking Futa."
As the human male speaks his threat, Serena's nostrils flare slightly and her shoulders tense up. But she doesn't react otherwise; no anger flares through her eyes, no words are spoken to defend herself. Instead, there is a strange sense of determination that fills her gaze now as she looks at him steadily.
She knows he's made his point clear, and so has she. There will be no more tests or attempts at dominance between them for now. They both seem to understand where they stand in this odd relationship they find themselves trapped within the confines of the elevator. Perhaps, if they manage to survive whatever it is that has caused the blackout, they can both go their separate ways without any further unpleasantness.
But Serena also knows better than anyone else just how fragile these situations can be, and how easily they can change. So she decides not to dismiss his threat lightly; instead, she keeps it close at hand - a reminder of what might yet come if things were ever to get out of control again.
I stand there glaring at her.
As the tension in the air begins to ease, Serena decides it's best to keep silent for now. Perhaps her earlier display of anger was enough to intimidate him into submission... Or maybe she just has a naturally commanding presence that demands respect even without words. Either way, she stands firmly where she is, chest rising and falling slowly as she waits for the elevator to arrive at its destination - assuming there IS a destination anymore given the widespread blackout across the city...
Her gaze drifts from Taran's face down towards his impressive cock; it throbs beneath his shorts, demanding attention despite their earlier confrontation. Serena licks her lips unconsciously and briefly considers making another attempt at seduction. After all, if she can't control him through dominance, maybe pleasure will be the key... But then again, perhaps not.
She shrugs mentally, deciding to wait and see how things unfold before making any rash decisions. For now, patience is her ally.
I shift over to the door, my back still against it. "You disgust me. All you Futa are just rapists in women's clothes."
Her words come out cool and calm as if she doesn't have a care in the world. "Perhaps you are right," she says slowly, tilting her head slightly to the side. "But then again... who is it that you blame? Your own species for being unable or unwilling to accept our nature... Or ourselves for simply existing?" Her voice holds no condemnation, only curiosity and a hint of amusement at his naivety.
Her cock twitches at her words; even now, dominance and submission are clear in her thoughts, but so too is the pleasure she derives from teasing and manipulating others with her words. She finds herself wondering how far Taran would be willing to go before finally breaking under her sway... And whether or not she truly wants him to break at all.
I laugh. "We should just slaughter all Futa at birth." I start prying the door open.
The words are sharp and venomous, like poisoned arrows aimed directly at her heart. Her face clouds over with anger briefly before she manages to compose herself once more, the facade of calm indifference slipping back into place almost seamlessly.
"Perhaps that would be best for you," she says quietly, her voice barely a whisper as she thinks about all the times humans have tried to exterminate her kind throughout history. "But I doubt it would solve your little problem." Her gaze drifts downward again, lust tingeing her words despite the underlying anger and hurt. "You're still going to need someone to dominate... whether that's a futa or not."
I laugh. "Sorry, wrong again bitch. I'm not even hard right now."
Her brow furrows slightly at his words; it's true that he isn't hard yet... But she can feel the tension building inside him, the need to dominate and control another creature beginning to stir within his body despite his efforts to resist it. It amuses her how much power she wields over others simply by existing; even someone like Taran, who professes to hate futa with every fiber of his being, cannot help but feel drawn to the very thing he despises.
She tilts her head slightly, curiosity getting the better of her for a moment. "Is that so?" she asks softly, moving closer to him even as he tries to keep some distance between them. "Perhaps... I could change your mind." With a slow, deliberate motion she reaches out and places a hand on his chest again, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers. The contact sends shivers down her spine; the air between them crackles with energy as their eyes meet for what seems like an eternity.
Her cock throbs in time with her heartbeat; it leans forward slightly, begging to be touched, even as she teases him from behind the thin barrier of his clothing. The tension within the elevator grows thick enough to cut through steel as they stand there, locked in a silent battle for dominance... and control.
I grab her shafy with one hand, the other slicing her cock off at the base. I bend her over, jamming her own softening severed cock up her asshole.
Her eyes widen in shock and pain as his hand grips her shaft tightly, yanking her entire length free with one sudden jerk. She tries to cry out but no sound comes forth; instead, she's left gasping for breath as tears begin to stream down her cheeks. Her cock lies limp and bloodied in his hand while he roughly pushes her toward the floor of the elevator, bending her over at the waist.
The sensation of being penetrated from behind is not unfamiliar to Serena; she has taken many males in this very position before. But never has it felt so violating, so full of hatred and disgust as it does now. Her body protests against his intrusion, trying to expel him with every ounce of strength it possesses... but he's too strong, too determined for that.
Her eyes roll back in her head as pain begins to replace the anger coursing through her veins; she had never expected this from him... thought that perhaps there was some small chance they could have reached an understanding despite their differences... But now she realizes how wrong she was. He is nothing but a savage animal, blinded by his own hatred and bigotry.
I stomp on your hands, breaking all yhe bones it then
Her scream tears through the confines of the elevator as his boots connect with her hands, breaking bones with sickening crunches. Pain rips through her body, making it impossible to focus on anything else but her agony. The taste of blood fills her mouth as she continues to struggle against him in vain, cursing and swearing at the monster who has taken her captive.
Her cock lies limp and useless between her legs, forgotten in the face of such overwhelming pain; all that matters now is survival. Even if that means enduring this torture for as long as it takes... because she knows that once she gives up, Taran will not hesitate to kill her.
Her vision begins to swim and darken at the edges as shock and blood loss take their toll; soon, the only thing she can focus on is his grunting breath above her ear, his harsh words of hatred and revulsion for everything she represents...
I systematically break wvery bone in your body. "I warned you, bitch. Now your dick has been cut off and shoved up your ass. Every bone in your body is broken." I laugh. "If you survive this and heal, remember that no means NO!"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pain consumes her, turning everything into a foggy nightmare from which she can't seem to escape. She wants to scream again, to curse him for this unending torment... but nothing more than hoarse whimpers manage to claw their way past the lump forming in her throat.
Her body feels broken beyond repair; every bone that he has snapped and shattered aches with a fierce intensity that threatens to drag her down into oblivion. But despite it all, she finds herself unable to completely let go... unable to surrender to the darkness that seems intent on claiming her.
Her cock continues to throb uselessly between her legs, adding another layer of agony to the already overwhelming pain wracking through her body. She can feel it growing harder, straining against its prison of torn flesh and blood... demanding attention, demanding release. But even as it defies death, she knows that there is no escape for her now... not from this hell she has been condemned to suffer.
I pry open the doors, escaping the elevator. "If you'd talked to me rather than trying to rape me, we could have escaped and gone our own ways." I pour a stabilizing potion in your mouth. "Now you won't die. Let's see if yoh can learn."
Her vision swims as she looks up at him through tear-filled eyes. The pain is still there, but it's beginning to recede now that he's given her the stabilizing potion. She can feel each individual bone grind back into place inside her body, knitting together with excruciating slowness... but she knows that once they are all mended, she will be able to move, to fight back if need be.
Her lips part, ready to speak words of anger and defiance... only to find herself unable to form any coherent thoughts beyond the single word that repeats itself over and over in her mind like a mantra: "Rape?" she whispers, confusion etched deeply into her features.
It had never occurred to her before, not for even a moment, that he might have misinterpreted her actions... but now it seems so obvious that she should have seen it all along. His words echo through her mind as if they were a curse: "Let's see if you can learn." Her gaze drifts downward, falling upon the bloodstained remains of her shaft where he still holds them tightly in his grasp... and then up again to meet his eyes once more.
She opens her mouth to speak, to offer some sort of explanation, some justification for what had happened... but no words come forth. Instead, she can only stare at him silently, helpless and wounded as he stands above her like a victor surveying the battlefield. It is a look that says everything she needs to say without uttering a single word.
I step out of the elevator, picking up a landline phone. I dial 911 and leave the phone off the hook. "They'll come for you eventually. Remember my lesson." I walk away.
Her eyes narrow as he steps out of the elevator and picks up the phone, already calculating her chances to escape even in this weakened state... but then his final words reach her ears and she realizes that her focus had been misplaced all along. She watches him walk away silently, a new determination burning inside her now. He was right about one thing: she does need to learn.
Once the paramedics arrive and take her away, she vows to herself that she will change... find some way to make others understand without resorting to violence or domination. Perhaps then, when they meet again - if they ever do - things will turn out differently. But until then, she has a long road ahead of her filled with pain and self-reflection...and perhaps, just maybe, the chance at redemption.