Characters: Modern Fantasy



Character Name: Fawn
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Demon


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Soul Signature

Soul Signature 003: House Demon (TBC)

[Fawn has made a deal with a human, just like a real demon! Now she just has to fullfill her end of the bargain before she can collect!] -03:41 Sep 16
Fawn: Not that she likes getting called on a Saturday, to some random address that isn’t even the work building to do whatever bullshit errands he wants her to do. Fawn was pretty sure that’s not in a secretary’s job description. Then again, what WAS when it concerned this jerkball? She was rising up the steps in one of her cute little skirt suits and heels. Grey this time. Grey was a good obedient color, right? She rang the doorbell a dozen times. -03:43 Sep 16
Mark: He opened the door and looked down at her. "Once is enough." he said dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped aorund his waste and he had obviously been showering. "This way, we have a bust day ahead up us, slave." he pointed down the hall "Wait for me there." -03:49 Sep 16
Fawn: Fawn clearly didn’t like being called slave, nor did she hide the scowl when she stepped inside. "Secretary. Give me your stupid to-do list so I can get going." As instructed, her footsteps clicked down the hall as she went to wait. Wow, this was a pretty fancy place! Fawn stopped midway in the hall at a mirror to primp her hair. -03:53 Sep 16
Mark: She’d be getting a to-do list alright. "You’re here to do as I say." he snapped closing the door and moving past her and through a door. "And I have a long list of things for you to do." -03:57 Sep 16
Fawn: Of course he did! Fawn leaned against the wall in the hall, ‘obediently’ as he told her. She was going to need those few minutes to mentally prepare. She was pretty sure his list was going to involve a lot of things that really pissed her off, and she couldn’t kill him before she fullfilled her end of the deal. "Right, right. So many things to do, Boss." -04:01 Sep 16
Mark: He moved into the ex-garrage and looked the bed, it wasn’t fancy, or comfortable. It was modeled after an old hospital bed with straps and mechanisms. Today he’d fuck her until she screamed and scream she would. He shed the towel and then moved to pull on a pair of jeans, no need to be comepletely naked right off the bat. "Come in here." he called out. "Slave." he was going to enjoy calling her that. -04:06 Sep 16
Fawn: "Secretary." she repeated with a hiss. Fawn stepped in to the room, her arms crossed as she took a look around. Oh great, he had his own little private torture chamber. This was going to get annoying. -04:13 Sep 16
Mark: "You can take off your jacket." he said his tone sugesting it wasn’t a sugestion. "In fact jut take off everything you want to keep. That will make this a lot easier for you. Everything that doesn’t come off is not going to stay in one peice." he closed the door and locked it, the only exit. "Then you can take a seat and get ready for the only choice you’re getting today." -04:16 Sep 16
Fawn: Oh hell. There was no way Fawn was going to let him ruin another one of her shiny suits. Off came her jacket as she crossed the floor. Then slipping off her shoes. Off came the skirt, bra, panties… being naked wasn’t a problem for Fawn! At least with some dumb mortal. He couldn’t crack the dumb jokes about her looking more angel than demon! Fawn finally took a seat, arms and legs crossed again. "So we’re going to play sexual harrassment at your home too?" -04:21 Sep 16
Mark: He ignored her question, so a point. "You talk to much, Fawn, so you have a choice of what goies into your mouth today, the only choice you have today and its an important one." one that would decide how today ended. He unzipped his jeans with one hand and held up a gag with the other. "So, slave, which will it be?" -04:24 Sep 16
Fawn: "Seh. crah. tar. ry." Fawn didn’t like these options. Last time she had his dick in her mouth, he got her all sticky! Her fingers tapped against her arm, and her leg bounced over her knee. "Option C. None of the above." She responded with a sudden smirk. -04:30 Sep 16
Mark: He scowled and stepped forwards grabbing her hair to pull her from her seat and in a second had the gag around her head and tied tight catching her hair. "You agreed to do what I say." he reminded her. "So start doing so or I’m pissing on your paper and tellin gyou to get lost." -04:32 Sep 16
Fawn: There was a grunt of surprise, and maybe a split second of being startled. Riiiiight, she forgot how pissy he got over this shit. Her yes came out muffled, so Fawn just nodded quickly instead. Do what the boss says, get her contract! -04:37 Sep 16
Mark: He let her go and moved away. "Now get back on the bed there and pray that you’re part demon, because otherwise you might not be seeing the end of the day." he was grinning as he opened a drawer in a tool chest and started rummaging. She had gone with rough.. she was going to get it rough. -04:41 Sep 16
Fawn: Was that a threat to a poor little helpless human secretary? Against her better judgement, Fawn was curious. And with that curiosity, she played the game. She sat down on the bed and played the part of a worried, abused human. …but she still reached up to at least untangled her hair from the gag. That was just annoying! -04:45 Sep 16
Mark: He places a few objects onto a tray and then walked up to her leaving the tray behind. "Put your head here." he pointed at a harness on the bed designed to keep the head imobile in case of neck injury. "On your back and then we’ll get started." -04:50 Sep 16
Fawn: If only she could talk at him. The sarcasm would be delightfully. Fawn kept up appearances of looking annoyed and unsure… when really, she was very interested in seeing what a human’s style of tormenting was. Fawn scooted back and layed down. This bed was awful! -05:00 Sep 16
Mark: He did up the straps to keep her head in place and then took her wrist to strap that to a bar on the side of the bed, then her ancle to the corner before moving around to the other side. "Its a good thing you’re not wearing anything." he said with a grin. "Or I’d cut them off right now." He took her other wrist and strapped that down too and took hold of her final ankle. "So is there anything I can’t do?" he asked knowing full well she couldn’t answer. -05:04 Sep 16
Fawn: Fawn tested the restraints. In a human form, they would indeed be impossible to get out of. Good thing she was a demon! They didn’t concern her much outside of being too tight. At his question she tried to nod her head, then growled a muffled response when she couldn’t move it. Asshole! Did all his little secretaries get this treatment? No wonder he was hell’s most wanted! -05:06 Sep 16
Mark: He pulled a bot out of the bed and split the lower half, opening her legs as a ratched clicked, no way for her to slose them again. He was spreadeagled with noth in between her legs stopping him from walking up betwwn then the matress folding down so that all the was from her back to ther ankles was suspended on nothing but a steel frame. Then he moved away and placed the tray on a cart to wheel it closer to her. "So any guesses to what happens next?" He checkled grabbing her breast roughly and then holding up what looked like a gas preassure-powered gun. -05:13 Sep 16
Fawn: "Hmpphh hff ffth hm mrrph!" What the fuck is that was what she was trying to growl out. Just a tiny little spark of second guessing this entire thing teasing the back of her head. Fawn squirmed uncomfortably as she gave him a good glare. Pretty high tech crap for a human. -05:18 Sep 16
Mark: He pinched her nipple and pulled in it still holding the device. "Its so much easier than spring operated models." he said pulling on her nipple then lowering the device and slipping two metal plates at the fron around her nipple and then he pulled the trigger… instant peircing. -05:21 Sep 16
Fawn: Uncomfortable awkwardness and then… instant pain! Her squeal was still high pitched, even muffled. And her trying to shirk away with him was met with solid resistance. Fawn growled a hell of a lot of curse words at him! Who said he could pull that shit, anyway?! -05:33 Sep 16
Mark: He prinned wide making sure the stud was secure before loading up the next one and moving arounf her. "Don’t worry its perfectly sterile." he rolled her unpeirced one betweem her fingers. "You will keep these in." He said. "Or I’ll be doing this again." -05:39 Sep 16
Fawn: These as in both? The first was still throbbing! If she had wanted to mar her already perfect body, she would have covered herself in piercing and tatoos like her sisters! Fawn tried to twist away from his hand, snarling a few select words at him through the gag. She was so going to kill this human once he signed her contract. -05:42 Sep 16
Mark: He pinched herd keeping the nipple in place and wuth a deft hook and pull the stud shot into it too. Then he was placing the gun down and rubbing them both leaned down and blew on one of them. "The things I’ll do to these…" -05:45 Sep 16
Fawn: This time she didn’t squeal, but she did flinch and growl a protest. It hurt and it wasn’t the fun kind of hurt! …okay, maybe now it was! The pain being massaged away, and that feel of his breath over her skin giving her goosebumps. Not being able to move sucked! Fawn hissed at him. -05:51 Sep 16
Mark: He chuckled and moved one hand away and then hook it under the flap of skin of her navel and then pressed his thumb in on top of it. "You do want to please me, don’t you? Then I’ll sign your contract. I think you like to think of yourself as a demon, is that true? Soulbroker?" -05:53 Sep 16
Fawn: He knew?! Wait, no he didn’t! Asshole was harassing her when he knew she couldn’t respond! "Hrrrmph..!" She sucked in a breath and her stomach. Wouldn’t he be surprised to know she really was a Soulbroker? Hells, she wanted the contract so bad! She could take these stupid things out later. Skin would heal. -05:57 Sep 16
Mark: He loved back to the tray and picked up something else, a small bead that he pu in her navel and turned the vibrator on before a hand went to massage a nipple pulling on the stud and then he was moving the gun back to the tray as he griined at her. "Tap the frame with your hand. One tap yes, two taps no. "Do you like the studes when I masage you?" -06:00 Sep 16
Fawn: That gave her a bit of a jump. The weird buzzing almost masked the throbbing aftermath. …then she was wondering if he could read minds. Narrowing her eyes at him. She hesitated, but one tap. Why lie? He enjoyed her resistance too much! -06:06 Sep 16
Mark: He looked at her his head tilted and pulled somethign else off of the tray. A harness that he fitted around her thighs and waist but left her crotch clear while gilding her entire lower body immobile. "Since you like it I have a treat for you." he said with a wicked chuckle picking up the gun again and reloading it, then moving down to fit it over her hood and then pulled the trigger. -06:12 Sep 16
Fawn: A treat. That was nice, he liked to play the rewa- Fuck! Ow…! Another muffled, startled scream. And if she hadn’t been so effectively strapped down, she might have bolted right off the bed. Fawn was snarling a whole new string of curses at him, both in her head and through the gag. -06:16 Sep 16
Mark: He put the gun down again and rubbed her either side of the stud and blowing on it. "There we go, something new." he was grinning and then watching her. "Do you like that?" -06:21 Sep 16
Fawn: Fawn tried shaking her head first, but of course she couldn’t move. So she resulted in flipping him the finger with hand, by very venomously tapping with the other! No, no, no and triple no! -06:23 Sep 16
Mark: He didn’t seem to care, flicking his tongue against the peirced hood and then moving away to draw himself out and put a hand on her breast and massage that as he rubbed hsi tip agains the stud in her hood. "Now for me to take my reward." he said moving his tip down and pushing into her watching her face, knowing the fresh peircing had to make it uncomfortable. -06:28 Sep 16
Fawn: Squirming in what little ways she could, the only real way to show her annoyance was through sound. Only, instead of a snarl or a growl it was an almost moan. He wanted a mewling fighting human, which wasn’t hard for her to play seeing as she was really pissed about those piercings. …but it was really hard to deny that demon delight. For a human, he was really good at being an asshole! -06:37 Sep 16
Mark: He thust in deep and placed his hands on her sides and pushed again, and again. "Growl all you want." he teased. "Once it heals it will make it three times better." he was gripping her side until his nails almost broke the skin as he continued brushing his thumb against her nipple." -06:45 Sep 16
Fawn: Presumptious ass! He wouldn’t live that long! Fawn strained, every muscle in her body tight with her futile movements. Being him thrusting and that constant pain pulsing through her blood, keeping up appearances of being a human was difficult! Fawn bit in to the gag, almost grateful to have it hiding fangs. Because she really wanted to sink her teeth in to him. All of the growl was gone from her tone now. Replaced by the complaining groaning. -06:54 Sep 16
Mark: He was still watching her as he thrust at a deliberate pace. Then as he squeezed her breast he spead up a sigh escaping him as he got into his rythm. He was still watching her as he licked his lip. -07:01 Sep 16
Fawn: Her fingers were tapping as she squeezed her eyes shut just to not see him. All the pain was gone, and now there was just that burning building up so quickly that it was making her arc and writhe. Yearning to bite him, claw him… maybe even fuck him unconcious! Maybe it seemed like she was whimpering from the abuse and trying to get free. …but she was just enjoying it a little more than she wanted to! -07:13 Sep 16
Mark: He sped up, if she were in pain he didn’t care, he was etting his and it was wonderful, a deep seated satisfaction of dominating this cheap fuck and feeling her writh against him. He loved it, control, power, and her… he couldn’t tell if she was in pain or if she was enjoying it or both, he grippped her breast bigging his nails into her. "Like it yet?" he gloated his hand slipping down to rub at the fresh peircing in her hood. -07:24 Sep 16
Fawn: Fawn’s long, complaining groan was the only reply she gave. Even balling up her fists to not give a respond that way, either. Fuck no she wasn’t going to admit she liked it! She sure as hell didn’t like being tied down! But with that sharp twinge of pain mingling with spine tingling… Fawn moaned in to the gag again, before she was opening her eyes to give a glittering glare. -07:33 Sep 16
Mark: He grinned at her biting his lip as he moved faster rubbing the hood stud harder as he pushed as hard as he could a thought bubling in the back of his mind wondering if she’d climax. -07:38 Sep 16
Fawn: Another sharp jolt of pain had her giving a loud squeel and a sudden shift. Not being able to move was driving her insane! There was no way to ease the sensation, good or bad. Just trapped at his mercy, and there was definitely no mercy. Her body was giving in to it, not that she was spending much time resisting. Leaving her screaming against the gag when she finally caved. -07:46 Sep 16
Mark: He felt her squeeze adn for some reason that made him gasp and let go, a symaltanious orgasm that left him looking down at herand then pulling out and gazing at her abused crotch. "So you do like it." he said "This is good, perfect. Wait until you see what I have for you next." -07:52 Sep 16
Soul Signature

Soul Signature 002: Serving for a Signature

Fawn: Apparently no one actually expected her to show up for a second day. Of course, none of them knew she was a high class demon. ….okay, she was a runt of a demon. But she was still a DEMON and no asshole mortal human was going to beat her. Sure, her first day hadn’t gone as planned… but today, she wasn’t putting up with any crap! She was sitting at her desk and just got the new contract all fixed up. Now it looked like a legitimate letterhead from a known company. He’d sign it today and she’d be famous! -07:46 Sep 04
Mark: He was staring at his watch again with his feet on the desk and a gun next to his designer shoes. Once again she waited before coming into his office, she returned, but without learning her lesson. Today she would. The though of what he had planned for her made him smile. It would be so reat if she stayed. Be had had fun with her yesterday. -07:50 Sep 04
Fawn: Fawn stapled the paperwork and tucked it neatly in to a folder along with the other things he needed to sign today. Her smile was quite smug. Even when other employees were casting worried glances her way. Ha! Silly mortals. Out of her chair she went, and without knocking she entered his office. Fawn was wearing a red suit today, a few shades darker than her hair, and some black heels. Red was a power color, and she was the one with all the powers! "Good morning, Boss. I have the first stack of paperwork for you." she tossed it on his desk, resting her hands on her hips expectantly. -07:53 Sep 04
Mark: He picked up the folder and opened it glanced over them. "Take off your jacket." he said without looking at her as he picjed up a pen and sperated the papers in order of importance. "Do you like working here Fawn?" he asked signing the accounting and the list of people to fire, then looking at an odd contract from a mining firm… before scribling to call them and ask what it was about later on it and placing it side. -07:58 Sep 04
Fawn: Fawn did not take off her jacket. She remained standing there and… frowned ever so slightly when he passed up her contract again. "As a matter of fact, I find this job challenging, to say the least…" she muttered with perfect honesty. She finally lift a hand to gesture at the contract he set aside, and moved it -back- in front of his face. "This needs to be signed today also. I’ve already confirmed everything in this folder." -08:01 Sep 04
Mark: He looked up at her. "This is gibberish. the same gibberish you gave me yesterday. I want legal to look at it." he pushed it back aside. "Do you want to keep working here?" he was leaning back and eying her. "Most don’t come back after thier first day." -08:04 Sep 04
Fawn: Fawn slammed her hand down on the contract and pushed it back in front of his face. She wasn’t taking no for an answer today! "Legal DID look at it and it’s fine." she was growling. Fawn toned it back a bit. "I have a lot more amibition than most, sir. So can you finish signing so I can get back to work?" -08:06 Sep 04
Mark: "I do not like that tone." he said. "And I do not like that you’re backtalking." he leaned forwards and picked up the gun sliding out the cartridge and checking the load. "And I do not like that you’re still wearing your jacket when I told you to take it off. I will call them myself and get them to clarify, maybe get a revised version faxd over but until then your work is what I say it is now take off your jacket." -08:09 Sep 04
Fawn: A gun. She really should have noticed that on the desk. Fawn narrowed her eyes, though. And absolutely did not take off her jacket. Giving in to his intimidation thing was what got her in trouble yesterday! He wouldn’t shoot her. ……right? "I am your secretary and it’s my job to check and double check any paperwork brought in here for you to sign, so you don’t have to." -08:13 Sep 04
Mark: "And I don’t sign anything I don’t agree with." he said moking his chair back from the desk. "Come over here." he said. "I have a job for you." he looked at her and fligged the safety off. "And one more word about that contract and you’re fired." -08:15 Sep 04
Fawn: Gods be damned. If she was fired she couldn’t get him to sign the stupid thing. Without hiding her iritation, she moved around the desk to stop next to him. Her hands resting on her hips again and tapping impatiently. "Fine. What do you need me to do today?" -08:17 Sep 04
Mark: "Firstly to take off you jacket." she was being stubborn. "I have no use for a secretary who will not follow instructions." he barked. "And then I want you on your knees." if she wanted this job she would have to earn it, and he would make her do so. Though mostly he wanted to see how far he could push her. She would run, then always did. -08:22 Sep 04
Fawn: "Yeah, you know what, how about NO? I’m not taking off my jacket and I’m not getting on my knees. You got your damned freebie yesterday Boss. So unless I need to be on my knees to pickup a lost pen or dropped papers, you better give me less suspicious intructions." HA! Fawn just barely managed to contain her smug expression. Red was definitely the right color for today. He might no be signing her contract yet, but she totally had this under control! -08:25 Sep 04
Mark: Click. He chambered a round. "If this were a revolver I would take out all but one round, spin, press it to your stomach and test your luck. Then I would add another round and try again. But its not. Its a semi automatic Colt M1911 9mm. Military Issue. Its reliable. No matter how manu rounds I take out so long as there is still one you will lose. I like things that are reliable Fawn. Are you realiable?" -08:30 Sep 04
Fawn: Her confidence wavered just a bit. Was he… actually serious about that damned thing? Not that she wouldn’t survive a gunshot or three, but she didn’t have as quick of a dealing factor as she should. And well…. bullets really freaking hurt! "Of- …Of course I am reliable." she almost stuttered through that one. Fawn took a breath and started again. More control this time! "But I am a -secretary- not your harem whore. And you’re not going to shoot that thing off in a building full of witnesses." …he wouldn’t. -08:34 Sep 04
Mark: He opened a drawer and pulled out a metal cilinder, screwing it onto the barrel of the pistol. "A harem means more then one. I liked you yesterday so I don’t see the need for more. Unless you’re not reliable. In which case you are no use to me." he pushed the end of the silencer into her stomach. "I want you to such my dick and suck it good. You do that for me and I’ll take another look at that contract you keep slipping in. What is it anyway? Controling interest to the company? A legal waiver? Marriage certificate so you can kill me and get my money? Suck my dick, or I’ll fire you, then I’ll fire Sarah here." he indicated the gun. -08:38 Sep 04
Fawn: Oh great. He named his weapon. The ones that killed always named their– Wait what? He’d give that contract a chance! Fawn ignored the fact that having a gun pointed at her was nerve-wracking, especially when she wasn’t keen on having her guts all over the floor. She was still hesitant even as she lowered herself to her knees. "I don’t want your company. And I sure as hell don’t want to be married." She nearly spit that out like it was a curse word. -08:43 Sep 04
Mark: He moved the gun allogin her to move but when she was on her knees he pointed it at her head. "I know how it works. You get the certificate signed, you move on with your life like nothings happened, then I doe, with or without your help and then you move in and take everything." he looked at her sliding his zip down and pulling himelf out. "So long as you don’t kill me I really couldn’t give a shit. Now, do your job." -08:46 Sep 04
Fawn: Clearly he was a paranoid crazy bastard! With a gun pointed at her! It was the only damned reason she was even kneeling there staring face to face with his dick. So much for the plan. Fawn didn’t want to get shot! But this was so demeaning…! Maybe she’d bite it off and make him sign while he was bleeding and screaming. That gave her the boost she needed to lean forward, however reluctantly, and take him in to her mouth. -08:51 Sep 04
Mark: He let out a breath and grinned eeling himself swell in her mouth and he grinned. "Thats right you know what to do. I doubt this is your first time so suck me off and make it good. But if I feel any teeth and I’ll need a new secretary." he glanced at ‘Sarah’. "Use your hand too." -08:54 Sep 04
Fawn: Fawn cast a side glance at his gun hand, and there was a small growl from her. She nearly bit him right there! Fawn would do it, but she sure as hell wasn’t gonna pretend to be happy about it. Her hand came up to grip him, using her thumb to caress the skin. Her mouth was small, but she knew how to use it! -08:59 Sep 04
Mark: His hips moved closer to her and he adjusted the grip on the gun his other hand going to the back of her head. "I knew you would be good at this, but come in you can do better, show me what you can do and I might even give you a raise, or reward you bu letting you keep your clothes on today." -09:02 Sep 04
Fawn: He was bartering with her sense of pride! Of course she could do better! THAT wasn’t the issue. ….Fawn was growling again, but stepped up her game. She’d suck him off like he was the god damned King of Devils about to give her the shiniest soul in hell! Fawn bent forward taking all of him in her mouth, dragging her tongue up the bottom of his length against the vein before circling around the tip. Stupid asshole! -09:07 Sep 04
Mark: Wow she was good… He was leaning back and licking his lips watching her. Unwilling but persuadable. An awesome fuck and good with head and she came back. ANd looking at the contract on his dest he knew just how to string her along. Jackpot. "Thats right. You’ve done this a lot havn’t you… Right there.. thats the spot…" he was gripping her hair making sure it hurt. "You are worth keeping on." -09:14 Sep 04
Fawn: If she didn’t hate him so gods damned much, it might have been a super sexy turn on. She was a demon after all. Fawn stroked, and licked and sucked hard. Sonofabitch liked it hard. And despite the fact he told her not to, she grazed him with her fangs. Sharp enough to make the finest of scratches. A little blood to satisfy her, and a little pain to linger for him. -09:21 Sep 04
Mark: "I said no teeth…" he had said ot but the pain with everything else felt good "Do it again." it made him tence and his hips rise as his stomach musclenes tensed. He felt it building and his grip on her hair tightened. "Going to have to make you do this again sometimes." -09:26 Sep 04
Fawn: Like hell she will. Fawn was going to make sure of it! But she did it again. Taking him deep in her mouth, grazing him with sharp fangs and using her tongue to lap the small bead of blood and sooth the pain away. Her tongue lapped at the most sensitive part of his tip, coaxing him to come. Fawn glaring up at him to make sure he was close. -09:32 Sep 04
Mark: He was grinning has her and he knew he was about to, and when he did he pulled her head back by her hair with a sharp pull to that it shot up and splashed her face, then he let her go and pushed his chair away from her. "Good, now give me that contract and I’ll read it over." -09:35 Sep 04
Fawn: There was no hiding the way she froze, hands in the air near her head and that shocked, irritated… disgusted look on her face…! So she was a demon that didn’t like getting messy! Fawn was up in two seconds headed straight for a box of tissues first to wipe her face clean. and if there was any in her hair….! She stomped back to the desk to thrust the contract at him again. She didn’t say word, only glared! -09:38 Sep 04
Mark: He looked at it and placed the gun in the drawer pushing it closed. "It still makes no sence to me." he said. "But I do understand that it gives you something when I die so I was right. So Fawn, what do you want when I die that is worth what you just did?" -09:40 Sep 04
Fawn: "Your soul." she muttered darkly. He was just a mortal human, and clearly even in the mortal world no one ever took her seriously. So Fawn doubted he would believe her. "It’s just a contract to secure my job." -09:42 Sep 04
Mark: "There is no such thing." he said crumpling up the paper. "And you work here as long as I say you do. If you want job security then get naked and get on my desk." he was grinning again. "I like you, I like the was you react to what I give you. If you do get naked for me when I tell you to, adn do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. I’ll let you have your joke adn sign your meaningless paper. But not before." -09:45 Sep 04
Fawn: There went her contract, and she almost reached for it in heart broken abandon…! …however… He was making a deal. The trick was whether or not it would be WORTH it. Fawn narrowed her eyes at him. "Do I have your word that you will sign it, if I do everything you ask of me?" -09:47 Sep 04
Mark: He shrugged. All in all it wa a worthless peice of paper, but this girl was willing to do all sorts of things for it. She was probably not all there in the head, but she didn’t have to be. "In my own time, yes. I will sign your paper, when I am satisfied you have earned it." -09:51 Sep 04
Fawn: "Agreement accepted." Ha! It would be no different than a favor for a favor. She… does hidiously grotesque sick and slightly amusing things for him, she gets his soul for eternity! Frankly, she was getting the better end of the deal. Fawn smile brightly. "I am in your servitude, Boss." -09:53 Sep 04
Mark: "Well Fawn… I think you’ve earned yourself today with your clothes on. Reprint your contrct adn I will store it in my desk, then go to your desk and sit by the phone. I will see you tomorow. And I’ll be thinking of what to do with your then." -09:55 Sep 04
Soul Signature

Soul Signature 001: The Boss

[Mark Is the senior manager of the downtown office of O.P.M. Holdings.. and today is the day he gets a new secretary.] -03:19 Jul 27
[Fawn is a demon. A runt of a demon. And apparently really BAD at being a demon. That is why she is here, taking up the appearance of a human and pretending to be a corporate asshole’s new secretary. She’s going to get his soul signature and prove she is not a shitty demon.] -03:20 Jul 27
Fawn: She had a folder which contained her ‘resume’ and the contract she was eventually going to slip in on this guy. Wearing a rather snazzy little business jacket and skirt, Fawn was -hoping- she looked femme fatale instead of angel-faced like her goddamned sisters kept calling her. Having already been hired, Fawn entered the building and her new front office area and got acquainted with her new desk. This should only take a couple days! -03:22 Jul 27
Mark: The boss was in his office and drumming his fingers on his desk then as soon as he say movement near her dest started counting seconds, and every second she delayed meeting him she would regret. -03:26 Jul 27
Fawn: In fact, what a smug little grin she wore! There were plenty of rumors about this human being particularly tasty when if came to bad souls. And she managed to get sneaky enough to take first bid on his contract! ….of course, she had to actually -get- the contract. …and she never actually signed a soul before… But she HAD this one. Bosses were always wrapped around a secretary’s fingers. Satisfied with her desk, Fawn left her folder on it as she moved to the door. She knocked once and let herself in. Confidently striding across the room with her best ‘I’m friendly!’ smile. "Good morning! I’m Miss Fawn Deringer, your new secretary." -03:34 Jul 27
Mark: "And you waited one minute thirteen seconds before coming into my office." he said snappishly. "Thats seventy three seconds." he grinned. "How do you think you’re going to pay for them?" -03:38 Jul 27
Fawn: "…What?" Okay. So he was a control freak about punctuality. Duley noted. "I was dropping off my papers at my desk. ….so I can get right to work for you!" she tacked on at the end. Must remember to be polite and all that nonsense. "Speaking of working, what is your to-do list for me? Answering phones, filing papers…? Signing contracts maybe?" -03:41 Jul 27
Mark: He stood and grinned. She was being stubborn about keeping her cool. "You look like an angel." he said. "And I always thought angels looked best after being dragged through the dirt a few times." he scooped up a handful of dirt and stepping up to her helt it up and blew it into her face. "Now where is my coffee?" -03:45 Jul 27
Fawn: Fawn scowled at angel. Mortals be damned. However was immediatelly baffled to have dirt bowl in her face, which left her coughing for a few seconds and trying to wave dust away. She nearly opened her mouth and called him an asshole! …better not. She needs to butter him up… "Right. Coffee. Just a minute." Fawn clamped her jaw tight as she quickly exited the room, wiping dust off her face with her sleeve, and muttering a few curses under breath as she stalked off to the small employees lounge just down the hall. A mug and hot black coffee. Fawn stalked back with it, taking a deep breath before she entered the room. Smile back on! She offered him the mug. "Coffee, sir! Would you like me to fetch you some cream or sugar?" -03:50 Jul 27
Mark: "No, I don’t." he said taking the mug and blowing across it and taking a sip. It burned and this wa good. So far she was acting like most secretaries would. "Are there any papers for me?" he asked eyeing her as he took another sip, then sat on the desk and placed the mug down next to himself. "Appointments maybe? If there papers bring them, if there appointment cancel them." he wouldn’t wnat to be siturbed. -03:57 Jul 27
Fawn: She grinned. "I’ll take care of that right now." Of course she didn’t expect to be as lucky as slipping in the contract today. But what a great thing if she did? Fawn exited to her own desk. There were only three appointments for the day, so it only took her a few minutes to call up each number and have them rescheduled. The paperwork was sitting in a "In" box, she gathered those up and in the process slipped in the contract too. Then she was right back in the office, setting the stack of papers on the desk in front of him. "Here you go boss. Your appointments have been rescheduled. I’ll have the dates put in to your calendar later." -04:01 Jul 27
Mark: "Good." he said taking a cursery glance over the papers then standing again, coffee in hand and grinning again, only wider. "Now… close the blinds and stand in front of me with your hands behind your back." The coffee had cooled a bit but it was still hot. -04:06 Jul 27
Fawn: Fawn gave him a weird look. …One that she probably should have controlled herself about, but the request was kinda weird. Whatever. He probably enjoyed sitting around like some sort of super-villain with his minion in the background. She could do that. "Yes, Boss." Fawn circled around the office, closing the blinds to all the windows. Then, she stopped in front of him to clasp her hands behind her back. An eyebrow raised at him, and an expression that probably wasn’t polite. -04:11 Jul 27
Mark: He was lookign at one of the papers, it seemed gibberish and not overly important.. something to send to an assistant manager or send to file 13. Placing it down on his desk he turned and grabbed hold of her hair pulling it back and speaking throung gritted teeth. "Keep your hands clasped." Then coofie picked up again he held it over her and tipped the mug, poaring it in a steady stream down into her chest. -04:15 Jul 27
Fawn: What the fuck! Not a yelp or a scream, just a choked surprised sound. And like an idiot she stood there letting him do it, just because it caught her by surprise! It burned a bit, but the hot coffee wasn’t the part that got her. Once her senses came back, she was growling, shoving him away and taking a step back to pull the wet shirt away from her skin. "Are you bloody insane!" Of course he was. She wouldn’t be there, otherwise. ….but jeeze! -04:20 Jul 27
Mark: Empty mug put down he looked at her with that same grin returning to his face. "That is the last time you call me insane." he said. "Now lock the door and come back here, I have a surprise for you." he chuckled sitting back down on the desk. "You did say you’d do anything for the job, didn’t you?" -04:25 Jul 27
Fawn: Blech… if she wasn’t pretending to be a human, she could dry this up in a second! Now she felt all sticky. Fawn was muttering under her breath as she stomped to lock the door. The ‘surprise’ part didn’t register until she had returned to the desk. "Are you going to dump more coffee on me? Because I am going to need a change of clothes." She responded darkly. Fawn was a little bit wary now, but he was just a human, after all. -04:30 Jul 27
Mark: "My thoughts exactly." he said reaching out to tear a button fron her shirt and send it bouncing along the floor. "Its completely ruined. Thats why I got you this. You look about the right size." on the word ‘size’ he pur a hend on her boob pusing it up and grinned again before opening a drawer and polding out what was obviously trying to be clothes but was really just thin stripe oa leaver joined with a matal ring that would sit on the navel, and there was also a black leather collar. "Remember to say thank you." -04:36 Jul 27
Fawn: Fawn watched the button bounce away with her eyes wide. Then she was looking down at his incredulously. …and then… What the hell kind of stupid outfit was that supposed to be. Where did he think he got this secretary? From a stripper store? "You have got to be kidding me. I’m not wearing that." Her -sisters- would wear stuff like that. Fawn was at least -trying- to pretend she was a real secretary. -04:39 Jul 27
Mark: He took hold of her hair again and pulled it back using his other hand to loop the collar around and fasten it.. tight. "Would you rather be naked?" he asked. "That can work too." He dropped the outfit to the floor and then keeping her hair in his hand pushed her down towards it. "But you’re going to have to kiss it to apologize first." -04:45 Jul 27
Fawn: Taking a tumble to her knees and gripping the hand that had her hair, she flat out refused to kiss some crazy outfit for an equally crazy boss. Who did this human think he was, anyway?! ….but she really needed this soul! "I am not going to apologize to clothes, damnit!" Fawn tugged at that collar with her free hand. So sorely tempted to stab him in the knee with something. "Now if you let go of me, I can get to work." That was what a good secretary would say, right? -04:50 Jul 27
Mark: He planted a foot on her hip and pushed her over then put the foot on her stomach pinning her. "You don’t wear the outfit. You don’t apoologize, if you don’t do what your boss says then what work will you do?" his tone was mocking. "You job is to do as I say. So do as I say.. or do you want those seventy three seconds to be hairs I pull from your crotch?" -04:54 Jul 27
Fawn: Fawn was casting a smug grin and opening her mouth before she could control the impulse. "I don’t have any hair down there, Boss." …crap. Fawn took a deep breath and huffed, shoving at his foot. "…I’ll put the stupid thing on, but I’m not apologizing." -04:58 Jul 27
Mark: He lifted his foot and then kicked th eoutfit towards her with the side of it. "If you wear it you don’t need to." he was grinning. "And once you have it on I’ll see how much you have down there." she was listening, good. Though she probably wou;dn’t completely and would have to be punished. -05:01 Jul 27
Fawn: Lifting the thing up, with obvious distaste, Fawn was really starting to question the wisdom of being his secretary. Maybe she should have posed as his boss. She grumbling again when she got off the ground, and started walking towards the door to leave and change. What a big jerk, no wonder he was on the list! -05:03 Jul 27
Mark: He grinned. "Bring me more coffee when you come back." he said closing the drawer and sitting down to look at the papers taking out his pen. He owuld ignore the strange form for now, the rest shouldn’t take more than a minute. -05:14 Jul 27
Fawn: "Of course, Boss." More coffee. If he dumps more coffee on her… There were a few curious stares when she stalked out of the office and down the corridor. Some even looked unusually symapthetic. So what, he dumped coffee on all his employees? Fawn changed in the bathroom, keeping her shoes. Her reflection in the mirror was… well. She wasn’t as curvey or as busty as her sisters, and she looked more like some poor slave girl than a demon. GRRR. Stupid collar… Fawn then stalked off to get his coffee. Wide-eyed stares from coworkers were met with her glare. But she got the damned coffee. She tossed her stained clothes in to her chair at her desk when she returned. Then she was marching in to his office with his coffee with the air of a superior queen. "Coffee, Boss? Have you finished all of your paperwork?" -05:19 Jul 27
Mark: "Most of it." he said picking up the contract adn holding it out to her. "Theres no letter head on this, find out who sent it and if it was one of ours make sure they ger fired, if it was another company tell then to sesend with a proper letterhead and written by someone who speaks english." he was looking at the undewear that was still visible under her outfit. "Then bring me a pair of sissors." -05:23 Jul 27
Fawn: Damnit. He had to be one of those bosses that actually read their paperwork. Fawn snatched the contract and stomped out of the office. On to her desk in the folder it went. She would have to reformat it and give it back to him with the next stack of paperwork. She dug around in her desk to find a pair of scissors, then returned. Holding them out to him as she debated on how to restructure the contract. Lawyerspeak? A fake company name? Maybe she should just stab him with these scissors and spill his blood on it. -05:26 Jul 27
Mark: He took the sissors and then grabbed hold of one of the leather strags around her and snipped though one of he bra straps, and another, then pulled the undergarment from her and handed it back to her. "Do the same for your painties then bring me cream and sugar." he slapped her ass and lifted his mug to blow across it. "Then I have questions for you." -05:30 Jul 27
Fawn: This was… starting to get a little demeaning! For a split second, her hands tightened on the scissors and it looked like she might jab him in the eyes with them. Finally, with clenched jaw, she made a very big show of doing as she was told. A few snips and a tug, and a flourishing display of her now ruined panties. What was the point of even HAVING a power business suit, if it was going to get ruined? Fawn threw the panties and the scissors on his desk out of spite. And when she stomped back out of the office to fetch his cream and sugar, she was glaring daggars so hard that people were darting out of her way in the hall. -05:33 Jul 27
Mark: She was getting angry. Good, that means she was about to slip up and he could break her. Once she got bakc he would of course humiliate her first, then see if she was ready for sex, gagged of course. -05:39 Jul 27
Fawn: The door was slammed when she returned. Fawn marched across the office and it took all of her effort just to set the cream and sugar on his desk instead of throwing it at him too. Her hands were then on her hips, tapping with impatience. "Anything else, boss?" -05:44 Jul 27
Mark: He handed her the completed papers and then got to adding sugar and cream to his coffee. "Take this to the filing room the floor under this one, then call the Easdown office and ask if they’ve gotten the shipment from Hong Kong yet and if not then where it is. Then once you’ve lost the surly expression on your face come back here." -05:47 Jul 27
Fawn: He was going to have her marched all over the damned building in this stupid getup! Was this even legal? "As you wish, boss." She might have growled that out. If this was some sort of test to make some poor little human secretary cry, he was going to be sorely surprised! Head held high, Fawn was off to do as instructed. Dressed like a collared stripper and all. Across their floor, down the elevatar and through the floor below. Anyone that stared at her got a wide, if strained, smile. Once the papers were filed, she returned to her desk, sat ON her desk and made the phonecall. The hard part was adjusting her expression. That required several minutes of taking deep breaths. Calm. She needed that soul. She’d do anything for that soul. When she got it, no one was going to call her runt again. That made her smile. Fawn finally entered his office with her mood renewed. Smiling even! -05:56 Jul 27
[Mark enters.] -06:17 Jul 27
[(Timeout) Mark has been fed to the plot bunnies for failure to participate.] -06:19 Jul 27
Mark: "Lock the door." he didn’t even look at her as she entered. "The sit on the floor as I ask you questions." He moved around his dest to sit on it and look at her "I want you here, at my feet." -06:19 Jul 27
Fawn: That smile faded just a bit. But Fawn locked the door. She was much slower about moving over to his desk. That wary expression as knelt on the floor and sat down. This guy thought he was some sort of King or something! "Questions, boss?" she asked slowly. What a weird way to conduct an interview. -06:35 Jul 27
Mark: He grabbed her hair again. "I told you to sit." he pulled her down onto her knees and then grinned. "Now look at the floor and do not look up." he waited for her to obey. "Have you ever sucked cock before?" he asked. "Or been fucked? How about anal?" he pulled something towards himself on the desk but didn’t lift it up just yet. -06:43 Jul 27
Fawn: She was gritting her teeth against about her hair and having to look at the floor. But as his question, her gaze shot up again. Eyes narrowing at the questions. So he was one of those fuck the secretaries bosses? "What exactly does that have to do with my job, boss? It’s none of your business." ….and because it was embarrassing! She was a female demon, her sexcapades should have been gloriously sinful, and the best she got was laughed in the face. Fawn looked cross again. -06:48 Jul 27
Mark: He slapped her, a backhanded strike across the cheek. "I told you to stay looking at the floor." he said before putting his foot under her chin to lift it. "Unless you’re rather I got more forceful? Hmmm?" he hopped off the desk and circles around to stand behind her. "So answer, the questions will help you keep your job. I don’t really care what the answers are since by the end of today, the answer to two of those will be yes." -06:53 Jul 27
Fawn: Slapped…! She held her cheek, and just faintly was growling under her breath. Uppity human…. she could bite his throat out if she wanted to. Fawn let out a slow hiss of breath. Soul. Anything for the soul. "I have had sexual conquests before…" Er, rephrased. "…experience, I mean. If you hit me again, I am going to hit you back."" -06:58 Jul 27
Mark: That just made what he already had planned even better. Takign her arm he put the cuff around it, then grabbed her other arm and bound then together trapping them at her lower back with a convenient hook on the back of the outfit. "You could try." he said placing a foot on her back and pushing forwards sharply. Knocking her into his desk. "Now get up. If you can." -07:02 Jul 27
Fawn: Did he just fucking shackle her?! Fawn’s patience was very quickly reaching it’s breaking point. ..she was also a bit stronger than she appear. Sure, she wasn’t as strong as she should be for a demon, but a lot more than some flimsy. Human. Very quickly huffing out her annoyance, she was shifting to get up, and kick one of her heels shoes through his knee if she could get it! -07:06 Jul 27
Mark: He stepped around her sitting on his desk and pulling his legs up to watch her struggle. ANd every time sho looked close he’d pumply push her down again and sip his coffee until it was gone, then he was puttling down his mug and leaching back to open a drawer and hopping off the desk to put a foot on her chest. "Need some help?" His grin was wider than before. -07:10 Jul 27
Fawn: Fawn was glaring, with a bit of heavy breathing. And the only reason she wasn’t screaming at him and calling him a dick was because she was clamping her mouth shut trying to keep from getting fangy. She had to be a human and do it the human way until she got that damned soul. Finally, she narrowed her eyes, but she was casting a slow almost sanguine sweet smile. "Yes, please. I would you like you to let me loose, boss." -07:15 Jul 27
Mark: "Thats not what I’m going to help you with." he said taking his foot off of her and leanign down to tak hold of her collar and pull her up to her knees with it. Her kness where she was the perfect hieght to press her face into his crotch, then sit her on his dest and move around to sit in his chair. "Are you ready to get back to work?" -07:19 Jul 27
Fawn: This was getting interesting. Or frustrating. Fawn couldn’t decide which, but she was fairly certain she wanted to shove one of her heels through his eye. Now sitting on his desk, she flexed her hands cuffed at her back. "…I wasn’t aware I was on break, boss." she grumbled with sarcasm." -07:23 Jul 27
Mark: "Good." he said with a smile and then pressed the spearphone and dialed a number. "Lawrence I’m sending my new secretart down for your report, if its not done then send up you letter of resignation instead." he hung up and then went to open the door for her without another word. -07:27 Jul 27
Fawn: She stared at him. For several moments even. Like THIS?! "…Are you going to unshackle me so I can GET those reports?" -07:30 Jul 27
Mark: "Turn around and have him put them in your hand." He said "I thought you were good at this." he looked at her with an impacient expression. "If you’re good you light get unshackled. Now go before I do somethign else then MAKE you go." -07:33 Jul 27
Fawn: "I’m not going like this." Fuck you. She’d prance around in his stupid little uniform, even deal with him being grabby. What demon wasn’t used to grabby? But there was no way she was marching through the damned halls with her hands bound behind her back. "Take them off and I’ll go." -07:36 Jul 27
Mark: He walked up to her and grabbed her hair and pulled her to the door pushign ehr out and closign the door right before there was a soft click of the lock. "Get someone to help you with the elevator if you have to." then there was the sound of his footsteps heading away from the door. -07:39 Jul 27
Fawn: "YOU SON OF A BITCH." Fawn kicked the door. Didn’t kick it down, but she was tempted to. Of course, now everyone in the office was looking her way. It was the sympathetic expressions that pissed her off the most. Fine. FINE. If this is the way he wants to play it. Fawn turned on a dime. She went to get the report. WITHOUT help. Hands behind her back and without cheating. -07:43 Jul 27
Mark: He sat behind his desk and waited. Lawrence was the biggest pervert in the building… second biggerst, he wished he could see, but at least her could listen in. -07:45 Jul 27
Fawn: Off to ‘Lawrence’ she went. If she wanted to do this shit, she could have just stayed in hell…. but the soul! Grr! "Give me the report." Fawn ordered the moment she walked in. She was in a rush, and unlike her new ‘boss’ she didn’t have to deal with any of these other humans. -07:50 Jul 27

Lawrence loved his job. His job involved moments like this thanks to the boss. “Hold on, hold on…. whacha gonna give me for these reports, huh, honey?” He was looking her up and down, licking his lips in the process as he waved the papers back and forth. -Fawn

Fawn: "…Just give me the bloody reports." Fawn wasn’t playing! No one ever took her seriously! She turned her back to him, gesturing her hand to demand the papers. Except… what went in to her hand wasn’t paper work. Lawrence had unzipped his pants and shoved his dick in to her hand. ….That was fucking it. Fawn gripped him so tight he yelp, she she backed all her weight against him until he was slammed up against the wall. Didn’t think a little lady could do that, did ya, shithead?! Fawn rammed him at least twice before he hit the floor blubbering. With a great of grace she knelt down and captured the paperwork. "Thank you, Lawrence!" she chirped. Flouncing off to return to the jerk she WISHED she could slam in to a wall. -07:59 Jul 27
[Fawn enters.] -08:07 Jul 27
Mark: Sounded like he had just roughed her up a little, he usually did more than that, odd, but at least she was on her way back and he could open the door and then sit back down and wait. At was getting on and he wanted to test her out. She was greeted with a smile and a command to close the door followed by a hand eager to take the report. "Have much trouble?" -08:07 Jul 27
Fawn: "None whatsoever." After all, there wasn’t a scratch on her and she was smirking like a cheshire cat. Fawn kicked the door closed and crossed the room. Turning around to hand him the paperwork. Beating the hell out of his employee was cathartic, leaving her much more amiable. -08:12 Jul 27
Mark: He took the papers and placed then on his dest, then stood in front of her and looked her up and down then took something out of his pocket, two things, and turned them on, humming softly as they vibrated. Then taking hold of her breat he clamped the forst one onto her nipple then repeated the process with the other nipple. "I think thats all the work I have for you." he said. "So get on your knees and lean forwards. He held something up, a small key. -08:17 Jul 27
Fawn: Fawn had sucked in a breath, kinda cringing a bit at the things! …and then.. well. Actually those weren’t so bad. Totally going to kill for it, though. And he had the key! That was enough to prevent her from complaining or making another threat, as she did what he asked. Fawn dropped to her knees and leaned forward. As soon as she was loose, she was going to have to try not to obliterate him. -08:22 Jul 27
Mark: He too her wrist and undid the cuff on it, then moved her hands to in front of her and recuffed. "Stay like that." he said going back to his desk and getting two final things and then tsanding in front of her, a hand going to her chin to lift it up. "I want you to understand what I’m going to do to you." he said. "I’m going to gag you because I don’t want you making a noise when I go behind you and fuck you." he looked into her eyes reading them. -08:26 Jul 27
[(Timeout) Fawn was consumed alive by feral plot bunnies.] -08:33 Jul 27
Fawn: And cuffed again. Fawn was pretty miffed, yet she was still standing fuming until he took her chin. "..What..?" …Fawn hadn’t thought he was actually going to DO it! She almost had an ounce of respect for him. Pretty damned ballsy. If it wasn’t HER. "Like hell you are. I’m not your toy! I am a-" she almost said demon. "…I am a secretary, asshole!" -08:33 Jul 27
Mark: He put the gag around her head and pulled it into place. "Interesting that you call yourself that above … a woman..?" he moved behind her the plug her had already lubed up was pushed into her ass. "Thats two holes blocked, guess which one I’m going to use." -08:41 Jul 27
Fawn: Her sudden exclamation came out as a muffled cry of surprise. From reflex she was trying to pull her hands free, but moving her body with something shoved in her ass like this was… Fawn growled at him. The human was a presumptious fuck, and she refused to enjoy this! -08:48 Jul 27
Mark: He grabbed head head and pushed it into the floor, hard. Then he grabbed her hip and pulled it towards him. Then there was a zipping sound and he pressed agains her gripping her thigh making sure him nail dug into her skin and thrust. -08:51 Jul 27
Fawn: Another muffled cry of surprise escaped her. She hated being manhandled! …okay maybe she liked it a little, but having some human jackass do it was worse than demeaning! She was a demon, HE should be the one getting fucked on the floor! Fawn squirmed and struggled, the awkward position and the feeling of being filled drawing small whimpers and low growls from her. -08:56 Jul 27
Mark: He pushed harder his hand gripping her as his hips mer her soft flesh. He held her down and pushed again he was gringing and pushing her hips in time with it with his hand. "I like the way you feel, i’m going to enjoy feeling youe else where…" -09:00 Jul 27
Fawn: Mortals be damned it was starting to hurt in all of the good ways. She bite down hard on the gag, trying to keep her groaning under control so he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of hearing it. Fawn was still trying to fight him. Shift her legs to throw him off, or her body so he’d lose balance. -09:05 Jul 27
Mark: He lifted her and still inside her put her on his desk to push against it pushing her face against the varnishe surface as the report fell to the ground and papers went everywhere. If the desk had been lighter it would have shifted with every move he made. She did feel good, almost inhumanly good. -09:09 Jul 27
Fawn: Now she had nowhere to move! And with her hands bound in front of her and cheek grinding against the desk, there wasn’t any leveraging to get! She was squealing harder everytime he thrust, and it might have even seemed like a plead of stop it by some poor abused human with the way it was muffled. But it was so, so good…! She was already tilting both her feet of the floor with her toes curling. -09:20 Jul 27
Mark: Pushing and thrusting he looked down at heras he rubbed the curve of her aff in a covertous and stangly afectionate way, that he gtabbed her hair and pulled hes othet hand forcing her hips to remain still at her thust faster building up. -09:24 Jul 27
Fawn: A wince and a long groan…! Fawn wasn’t fighting him anymore, and she had gone limp… as limp as she could get when every muscle in her body had coiled tight from the combination of pain and pleasure. Every little bit of her seemed to twitch and clench around him. She couldn’t hold back the climax even if she wanted to! Her limbs shuddering as she screamed in to the gag. -09:32 Jul 27
Mark: So she did like it. And she liked the fay she clenched arounf him. He felt it coming but stopped it and pulled out, then ley it spray out over her back before walkign around his desk and sitting down lookign at her. "You’re good enough, you can keep the job." he lifted her chin and looked into her face. "I knew I made a good choice what I chise you. Theres something about you Fawn…" he tipped her onto her side and put the ket into the cuff and turned, then left her to do the rest herself as he sat back. -09:38 Jul 27
Fawn: Sonofabitch. Fawn had a rather dark expression as she got herself out of the cuffs, pulled that blasted gag out and threw it at him. In fact, she was pulling everything off and out to throw at him! Including his little uniform! And for about two minutes it looked like she was going to storm out of there in a screaming huff. Instead she leaned her palms on the desk and glared hard at him. "I don’t like you. In fact I HATE you. You’re a shitty boss, a terrible fuck, and you owe me a new suit. I’m not parading around this damn building in any more stupid outfits, and if you want to keep me, I expect a raise." -09:45 Jul 27
Mark: He looked at her placing the things aside and then puttinf his feet up on the desk. "Pick up those papers and then take the report to the sorting room. Naket or clothed I don’t care. And if you really want a raise get on your knees and suck your cum off of me before you go. If not I’ll see you after lunch." he looked at her and was still grinning. "And did you find out where that form came from? I’m running a business here." -09:51 Jul 27