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Cut and Run Ch. 19

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“Well, there’s always the possibility of Traffickers.” She shrugged.
“What?!” I chuffed. “Wait a second here! Are you talking about that wild-ass rumor that’s been floating about? The one in which some Mamono capture lone-dudes, then turn them into sex slaves to be sold-off in far-away lands?” I asked incredulously. Pirin nodded sheepishly. I sighed as patiently as I could manage then.
“That’s just an Urban-Legend, Pirin! It’s too outlandish to exist in real life!” I scoffed.

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Sojourn’s End, Chapter 4; Hard Questions Uneasy Answers

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The Great Maou, (thankfully) chose to change her line of query.
“Earlier you said you were created. Does that mean you were not … ‘born’?”
‘Thank you,’ I thought to myself. “I was born in the concept of being a creation yes. But I also know that is not what you mean.”
I leaned back to one side. “I am assuming that you mean ‘born’ as in the ‘old fashioned way’: carried inside a woman for several months?”
She nodded.
“Then no,” I mused half to myself, “I was not ‘born’ in that manner. I think I can guess what your next question will be. So, to save time, I will answer it as well. I was ‘born’ fairly much as you see me now; fully functional as an adult, physically at least.” Looking up I noticed that my answer seemed to have left her outraged.
“Then you never had a mother or a father? Someone to cling to, or care for you as you matured?” she asked incredulous.
“I was already grown up physically.” I said defensively, feeling a bit insulted. “My designers felt that there was no need for parental units since we came out as fully grown. I think what you are about to ask next is: came out of what?”
The Great Maou nodded shakily.
“For lack of a better term, an Alembic.”

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Sojourn’s End Chapter 3, A Test of Wills

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My hackles rise as I comprehend my situation: ‘I am confined. I HATE being confined!’, my control over my emotions begins to falter as that child-thing approaches me relentlessly. I find myself involuntarily stepping backwards in consternation.
Observing my action, she smiles lewdly, enjoying my discomfort.  She seems to deliberately stomp her hooves louder as she steps ever closer. My smile has long vanished, replaced with a snarl.
The closer she gets, the more my attention is drawn to her finer details. I can see that she has but three fingers along with a thumb on each of her oversized hands/paws? Lace garter stockings combined with a strip of a halter that just barely covers her nipples. On an adult female, such accoutrements would have intrigued me. But I find it beyond revolting on this mockery of a woman.
Finally, she stops just outside the innermost circle. She continues looking over my near naked form as if I am slab of meat, her pupils lingering over select portions of my anatomy. Her mouth opens and I see her tongue blep out for several seconds as her gaze fixates on my loincloth. Bile rises in my throat in response,.
Her gaze tells me that I am nothing more than a commodity to her. I sense that she would not hesitate for an instant to turn me into a plaything if given half a chance.

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