Who: Brynn OT Aidrian and OTA anyone else in the hall When: Evening Jan 12th Where: Just outside of the breeding area What: Brynn has an encounter with a visiting human, on accident? Notes: Rated R for violence, sexual situations, and rape. Read with caution.
It had been a long day and Brynn was tired. The breeding sector had been using her almost daily for at least three hours each day. She was sore and had some kind of crunchy crap still stuck in her hair. She walked slowly down the busy hallway. People were coming back from dinner, some heading back out to the carnival and others turning in for the night. She smiled to herself, hoping that no real children had been fostered that day, knowing that the mix she had created would draw people to each other and not really allow them to reproduce. Thankfully no one had realized that pregnancy was controlled by pheromones just yet, and thus couldn't prove her actions as being responsible or not. The smile faded as she heard foot falls file in behind her.
"Excuse me, miss?" She knew that voice. It was one of her regulars who was now walking downwind of her, the sounds of his clothing rustling over come by the sounds of his guards movement. She turned, pivoting on her outside heel to pull herself a little more to the side of his direction. "Why, hello, Stranger." She smiled, though still tired and bored of these humans and their neediness. He smiled back and leaned forward a bit, getting into her face. "I'm looking forward to our meeting." She walked backwards, moving her hair from her face with one hand, attempting to get away from him. "That's soon enough. Perhaps we should wait to discuss things until then, hm?"
For a moment, his vision sharpened onto her. That was when she realized her fatal flaw. She was walking up wind. In the moment that she connected the dots was the same moment the weaker human reached for her. His grip was like a vise as he threw her hard backwards, and she tripped on her gown, falling to the floor. Her head made a loud thump as it bounced off the tile and stone beneath her. He was on her after that, the sound of cloth being ripped bring her out of her dazed confusion. She could feel his hands on her body, but nothing prepared her for the absolute violation of him shoving himself deep inside of her. The searing pain forced a loud scream from her lips and she started lashing out, wild terror clear in her eyes. Her fingers bent nails toward his face, aiming for the eyes that bore down into her own. His mouth hung open as her pheromones worked through her system, enough of them left over to power the human through his own tormented and sick fantasies in which she was his alone. "You won't get away this time, you little bitch." It was the only sentence, repeated over and over as he kept moving atop her form, holding her smaller frame down with ease.