The Plagas and the Bees

A/N: It’s just a tiny bit AU, but I think it blends back into the game all right. I’ve decided that not only is there not enough KrauserxAshley on here, but there’s hardly enough Krauser at all. So! Without farther delay… *clears throat* Ladies and gentlemen of the adultfanfiction community! I present to you… the Krashley twenty-one page smuttacular!

The guard had changed again. He was now seated in the chair with both of his heavy boots propped up on the table. It wasn’t any of the creepy locals with the gray skin and the red eyes this time, but that didn’t make him much less intimidating. For one, the man was quite large, and not with fat but muscle. His face was the other thing. A scar twisted down over one eye, across his cheek, and finally over his lips to his chin. Even though his posture was relaxed at the moment, his eyes were hard and cold. Ashley stayed curled in her corner of the shack, trying not to give him any reason to interact with her, but it was difficult. He had food, and a canteen of water, and both were things the girl had been denied for the last several hours. Even if she had mustered up the courage to ask any of the savage individuals who had been in here before, she couldn’t understand them. As far as she knew, they couldn’t understand her, either.

Jack Krauser, though aware of what was going on around him, was munching on some jerky and staring at some invisible point beyond the wall in front of him. The stuff was too salty, but it was better than a lot of the other junk around here. At least guard duty helped to break up the monotony somewhat, but he would have rather been back at the base.

He didn’t seem as bad as the ganados, and Ashley didn’t know when she’d get another chance at food. She swallowed, took a breath, and asked, “C-can I have some of that?” Her voice sounded too loud and sudden in the previous silence, and she almost shrank again when he looked at her.

“This?” Jack asked, holding up the dried meat.

So he did speak English. Ashley took some solace in that, but not much. He was, after all, one of her abductors. She only nodded.

He tilted his head at her slightly, thinking. “How badly do you want it?”

“I haven’t eaten all day…” she replied, more hesitant this time. The look on his face was making her nervous.

“All right,” he smirked. “You can have it. But,” he added when she started to stand up, “you have to crawl over here, and ask me for it nicely.”

She scowled at him incredulously. “Do you know who I am?”

“Yeah, but you can’t hide behind your daddy here.”

Her scowl hardened into a glare and she crossed her arms. “I’m not going to crawl, especially not for some… some stupid grunt!”

“Then you don’t get to eat.” Jack resumed his original position and returned to his own thoughts. He did continue to watch her out of the corner of one eye, though. If she was really as hungry as all that, he was sure she’d cave eventually.

Sure enough, Ashley was trying to ignore the hunger pangs invading her stomach, but she’d already been ignoring them all day. It was beginning to give her a headache. Barely an hour had gone by when she turned to look back at the guard again. Surely his shift would be over soon, so… Licking her lips, she got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to where he was sitting. “May I please have something to eat?”

Jack had looked at her again when he’d heard her start moving, and now he grinned. “Do you really think I’d let you off that easy?”

“But you said-”

“Uhuh,” Jack interrupted, swinging his feet off the table and onto the floor in front of her. “That was before you mouthed off at me. Now you have to say, ‘I’m sorry for being a spoiled brat, Krauser, sir.’”

Another indignant scowl. “I’m not-” She stopped when he started to turn away from her again. She’d already gone this far. How many more hoops would he make her jump through? Clenching her fists, not looking at him, she ground out, “I’m sorry I acted like a spoiled brat.”

“Better.” He took what remained of the bag of jerky and tossed it across the room. “Go get it.”

She was more than happy to leave his immediate vicinity. Anger burned her cheeks as she crawled over to the bag, but at least she had gotten what he’d promised her. And the meat felt so good sliding into her tummy. She wouldn’t have to do this every time she wanted food, though, would she? The young woman glanced back at the man who’d called himself Krauser. He’d apparently gone back to his daydreaming, with the occasional sip from the bottle of water. She turned back to the dried strips of meat, but they were becoming too salty for her parched tongue and throat. He had water, but she wasn’t sure what he’d make her do to get it. Truth be told, she was a rather frightened of what he might make her do. Dehydration wasn’t a pretty option, though. She turned back to face him again, if only for the purpose of finding out what getting water would entail. “I’d like some water.”

Coming back for more, was she? “You gonna be a little bitch about it?”

“I…” His response knocked her off balance, trying to decide what she had done to provoke words that strong. “I want to know what I’d have to do for it.”

His eyes fixed on her contemplatively. “Well, water is more important than food, isn’t it?”

“I guess…” Ashley answered, but she didn’t like his tone. She could always refuse, she told herself. If he went too far, she could just refuse the water, as painful as that would be.

“Come here.”

She got to her feet slowly and walked across the room, one step at a time. The steps got smaller as she got closer, but he just kept gesturing her over, increasingly impatient. He finally let her stop when she was only a foot away from him.

“Turn around,” Jack ordered. The young woman slowly turned her back to him, the tension in her shoulders very obvious. She had a nice rear, just enough meat on it, but he didn’t try to touch her just then. “All the way.” Ashley obeyed, but when she was facing forward again, he could tell she was looking at the canteen rather than him. Even when he stood up, her jaw twitched, but she refused to make eye contact.

Ashley tried not to notice how much taller her abductor was than her. Instead, she stayed focused on her goal. Not the man stepping around behind her, but the cool, refreshing water on the table.

She seemed to want it pretty badly. Jack decided to go out on a limb. A strong hand landed between her shoulder blades and pushed; a wordless command for her to bend over. The girl did, stumbling and catching herself on the chair. Before she could get a chance to rally herself and fight back, he was grabbing the hem of her skirt and lifting it.

“Stop!” Ashley started to turn on him, not quite sure how to fend him off, but willing to try.

“Do you want to die of thirst?”

“No, but-”

“Then shut up.”

She bit her lip. She could feel his eyes on her, like invisible hands groping over her exposed hind end. It made her cheeks flush hot and her stomach churn, but she subsided. As long as he didn’t try to take her panties off, she told herself, or reach into them. That would be the line. After all, she could still alter this situation if she refused the water, right? Then again, the assurance of that thought was beginning to waver. Especially when she felt rough fingers on her skin.

Starting at one side, Jack’s finger tips traced along the waist band of her underwear. At her hip, they diverted their course and traced the line down the curve of her bottom. He pressed his palm to the firm flesh, so that his pinky and the side of his hand lay along her crack, and squeezed her through the white cotton. She jumped and tried to pull forward, but his hand followed her. “Do you like that?”

Ashley was horrified to realize the fondling, against her will and better judgment, was making her a touch misty between her legs. If Krauser’s hand was just an inch or so lower, she was certain he’d be able to feel it. That was the last thing she wanted, so she shook her head vigorously. “No…”

His shift was going to end soon, anyway. At least before there would be enough time to do much of anything. He’d have to start this earlier tomorrow night. For now, Jack’s hand dropped back to his side and he let her skirt fall back into place. “It’s all yours.”

Ashley snatched the bottle off the table and held it to her chest like a shield. When he didn’t stop her, she retreated back to her side of the room and stayed there with her back to him for the rest of his shift. There wasn’t a lot of water left, but she tried to conserve it. Come nightfall, if Krauser came back, she didn’t want to have to go through all of that again. However, it was disheartening that none of her ganado watchers even offered her any kind of sustenance. It meant that when she did run out of water, there was only one place she could get it.

When Jack walked into the shack that night, he plunked a beat up brown knapsack on the table. “Got something you might like.”

Still curled around the water bottle and the last precious drops in contained, Ashley looked up at him. “I don’t want to play that game again.”

“Trust me,” he chuckled. “No one else is going to bring you anything. It’s my way, or the highway.”

The young woman flushed a little, remembering his hand feeling over her ass. She decided she could live without food for a few days. Water apparently cost more, but over all she would be doing less. Shakily, she stood and approached him slowly, not quite certain what to say or do. The table was still between them. That, at least, was a comfort. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t even want to know what you’re earning tonight?”

She couldn’t keep her eyes on him for more than a couple seconds, and they kept darting to other places in the small room. Ashley hugged herself, scowling down at the table. “You’re going to do what you want, anyway.”

The soldier gave her a predatory grin and moved toward the chair. “Let’s get started.”

It made her feel rather whorish, letting him feel her up for food and water, but she was sure he would harass her tonight anyway. At least this way she would get something out of it, right? She’d just have to make sure she controlled herself this time, and she thought she could. Thinking of last night, Ashley took a breath and started to bend over the chair again. She jerked upright again, however, when he whacked her on the bottom.

“That’s not going to be enough this time.” When she started to open her mouth, he grabbed her by the hips and sat down, pulling her down so she was straddling one of his knees. He wasn’t interested in listening to her whine, and he wasn’t going to give her a chance to start.

Her protest turned into a surprised squeak as she went down. However, she was expecting something like this after he’d pushed her around last night, so she grabbed his thick wrist with both of her hands as he reached for the hem of her shirt. His other arm was still around behind her, keeping her in place. “Don’t!”

“I’ve got better stuff this time. It’s gonna cost more, is all.” Of course it would have been easy to break her grip on him, but he didn’t make any move in that direction yet. Her hands clenched, but she slowly brought them down to rest on her thighs. They were obviously trembling, and once in her lap, she fisted them in her skirt to stop them. As soon as he could, Krauser lifted the front of her shirt with his free hand, working it up over one breast at a time.

The president’s daughter made no move to stop him, and she certainly made no move to help him. Ashley felt ill. She tipped her head back and focused her eyes on the ceiling, concentrating on breathing. His hand ran up her ribs and squeezed her through the white fabric of her bra. Biting back a whimper, Ashley pressed her eyes shut and was glad that at least, if he was going to be this rough, it would be easier to resist responding to him.

They weren’t bad, actually. Tits that looked great pushed up and together under a low cut shirt could be a bit of let down once the bra holding them actually came off. There was very little padding here, just firm, all natural flesh. Jack pulled one of the cups aside with a thumb. Her nipple was becoming a small, hard point, but it was probably due more to the temperature of the room than anything else. His finger stroked over it thoughtfully before he reached behind him to pull out his knife.

Ashley let out a startled cry when she felt the sharp metal against her skin and jerked back. If it hadn’t been for the arm still locked firmly behind her, she would have fallen off his lap. Golden eyes widened at the size of the knife in his hand. Whimpering, she tried to squirm away, but he tightened his grip on her and pressed the tip of the blade against sensitive pink skin.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” Krauser warned. When she stilled, except for the intensified trembling, he returned to his original plan. The silver metal slid up between her twin peaks, under her bra, and then flicked up and out. The cups popped apart and her breasts bounced once on release.

Gasping, Ashley moved impulsively to cover herself, but a glint of light off the tip of his weapon stopped her. She tried to fix her eyes on the ceiling again, to focus on just getting through this. It was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Touch ‘em if you want, girlie. I’m not gonna stop you.” Her cheeks turned pink and she tucked her chin down, but she still wouldn’t look at him. Jack let go of her waist so he could fondle her without putting down the knife. His hand groped over them alternately, occasionally attempting to squeeze both of them together. It was hard enough to make her flinch, but she still remained stubbornly silent. That wouldn’t do. He wanted to get a reaction out of her, either positive or negative. “Heh. With ears like that, you’re lucky you got tits like these.”

She covered her ears and glared at him, her cheeks getting hotter. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

He grinned to himself. “They stick out, like a monkey.”

“You can’t talk to me li-” Her heated reply was interrupted by a yelp when he pinched one of her nipples and pulled. She leaned forward to alleviate the pressure, making low whining noises.

“You wet, bitch?” Jack growled.

“No…” She squeaked, and it was the truth, too. Ashley was glad for that. Nothing good would come from him thinking she liked this. And besides, how could she be, with the way he’d been treating her tonight?

“Too bad.” He let go of her and stood up abruptly. She stumbled back but didn’t fall, glowering impotently and tugging down the front of her shirt. Jack was done with her for tonight, so he didn’t try to stop her. Instead, he opened the knapsack and removed its contents, some kind of thick soup in a thermos and another bottle of water. The girl took them and once more scrambled away into her corner.

She hid halfway behind two barrels to eat, but her torn bra was sitting uncomfortably underneath her shirt. Trying to keep behind one of the barrels, she worked the straps off of her shoulders and then pulled it out through one sleeve. She was just about to go back to the thermos, but the sound of the chair scraping across the ground made her jump. Through the crack between the barrels, she could see him approaching again. Hadn’t he finished with her tonight? He didn’t have anything else with him, so…

The soldier loomed over her, reaching out with one hand. “Give me that.”

Ashley hugged the thermos closer. “No. I did everything you said…”

Jack rolled his eyes impatiently. “Not that.” He gestured to her bra, still in her other hand. “That.”

She was just as hesitant to surrender that, suspicious. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll take it by force, and you won’t like that.”

Looking up into his eyes, she found herself too frightened to sass him, so she handed the article of clothing over. He took it without looking at it, smirking as he slipped it into his pocket. There was a sound at the door, then, heralding the arrival of the next guard shift. Her tormentor left without another word to her, and she spent another day cowering in terror against the wall.

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Jack Krauser sat back on his cot, fingering the silky fabric and thinking about the treasures it had once contained. C’s, according to the tag. They were like two large, soft peaches that just begged to be stroked and squeezed. And tasted. He folded the severed ends of the bra back together, grinning. Oh, he had wanted to take one of her rosy buds into his mouth and flick it with his tongue, most certainly. He would have, if he hadn’t thought she’d put up a huge fuss about it. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to, though. He wasn’t really that patient, and he knew his window was small.

Jack touched one of the soft cups to his cheek. Her scent still lingered in the article, and he sighed through his nose. He wanted to bring her up here, pin her sweet, fragile form under him, and pound her into the mattress. Of course, he wouldn’t mind settling for bending her over the table in her makeshift prison. These fantasies were beginning to affect him, and his free hand made quick work of his fly.

His thoughts were moving on to her legs. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he thought about their smooth length, the skirt revealing just enough of those firm thighs to tease him. As his hand started moving, his thoughts continued on to what lay between those enticing stems. He’d find out tomorrow, make her draw those innocent little cotton panties slowly down around her ankles and let him see…

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Ashley was proud of herself. She still had half of the second bottle of water left, so she wouldn’t have to bargain with him tonight. Of course, that was the small frightened voice in her head that was still trying to convince her everything would be okay talking. On another level, she knew that the situation was far beyond her control now. If he wanted her, she wouldn’t be able to stop him, but that wasn’t something she wanted to think about. She even found herself shrinking even farther behind the barrels as the soldier walked through the door and the last ganado watch lumbered away. How could a human scare her even more than those things?

“It’s that time again, girlie,” Krauser smirked as he set the bag on the table.

Not being able to see him helped quite a bit when she responded, “No.”

He looked up at the barrels and the little bit of orange showing in the crack between them. “What?”

“I don’t want to, and I don’t have to anyway.” The sound of his boots clumping across the floor toward her made her resolve shake, but she tightened her grip on the bottle and tried to tell herself it was still okay. Even when his shadow further darkened the space around her, she looked up to meet his eyes as defiantly as she dared. “There’s nothing I want to trade for tonight, so just leave me alone.”

It only amused him, such a vicious expression on such a soft little face. A slow grin spread across his face as she spoke, and by the time she finished, he was chuckling at her.

Ashley recoiled as he started to reach toward her, curling around the water. “Don’t touch me! I mean it!” His hand closed around her forearm despite her protests and dragged her out into the middle of the floor on her back. She rallied by trying awkwardly to hit him with the bottle, but that wrist was quickly restrained in his other hand. The president’s daughter cried out in pain and anger as he wrenched the bottle from her fingers. “Give it back!” When he released her to unscrew the top, she lunged at him, only to be elbowed easily away.

He looked inside the bottle to see how much water was left, and discovered there was quite a bit. Now Jack could have just taken it from her and put it somewhere she couldn’t reach until he let her have it back, but there wasn’t much point in keeping up the pretense that any of this was a fair exchange. Smirking down at the girl on the floor beside him, he held the bottle up high and started to tip it slowly.

Clutching her throbbing hand to her throbbing chest, she was painfully aware that the situation was indeed far beyond her control now, if it had ever been under her control at all. “You wouldn’t…” Her eyes widened as a clear stream began to trickle out and she panicked. Every drop was that important, when she had to let him violate her to get it. In a flash, she was up and pawing at his arm again.

Krauser only let her get in close that time so he could trap her with his other arm as he let the bottle fall to the floor and kicked it away.

She struggled. “No, I earned it, please!”

“You didn’t earn shit, princess. All you did was dig yourself into a hole.” His hand wandered down to her ass and squeezed. “Maybe you’ll think twice before you start flashing your tits around again, huh?”

It wasn’t fair! He didn’t really expect her to think she’d had a choice at the time, did he? She pushed on his chest, trying to slide out of his grip, but it only gave him the opportunity to catch both of her wrists in one hand. Ashley had already been able to guess that he was stronger than her, and certainly better trained in fighting based on what he was wearing, but she hadn’t predicted that he would have been this strong. His grip was like iron, and he wasn’t even trying to be gentle as he forced her backwards and up against the table. She squirmed, both in an attempt to alleviate the pressure of the table edge across her lower back and to escape the powerful hips shoving lewdly against hers.

Keeping her lower body pinned with his, Jack pulled her arms up over her head and pinned them to the rough wooden surface. As he spoke, he reached back for his weapon. “You gonna undress for me nicely,” he brought the blade out to press the point to her jaw, “or am I gonna have to start cutting?”

“Please,” she whimpered, straining to get away from the knife. “Please don’t do this…” There was a tense moment as his eyes flicked over her, but she didn’t notice that she had been holding her breath until the knife withdrew and disappeared back behind him. She barely finished the relieved sigh.

In one clean movement, Krauser jerked her back up, moved around behind her, and quickly had her hands pinned there. Bending her face down over the table this time, he reached for one of the two ropes he had in the knapsack. Oh, she struggled and kicked, but it wasn’t much of a trick to secure her wrists. The next rope was intended for her ankles, but he wanted to get her shoes off for that.

Ashley screamed when he pulled her upright again, this time with a fist in her hair, stumbled, and fell when he pushed her. Unable to catch herself, she turned to land on her butt, but wound up hurting her hand again. Her relief at not cracking her head on the floor was short lived, though, because a boot landed squarely between her breasts and shoved her down. When she looked up, she expected to see him leering down at her, but he was looking the other way, tilting his head and peering at… Ashley squeezed her knees together and tried to wiggle her skirt back down, but it only rode up a little more. Krauser snorted at her efforts and bent down to grab one of her ankles. At first she thought it was to get another look at her panties, and struggled to pull away.

He let her do the work for him, yanking off her boot and casting it aside before reaching for the other one. She made that pretty easy, too, even though her skirt had already worked its way up around her waist. He let her go long enough to go get the second rope, and as soon as his foot was off her chest she rolled up onto her knees. When he turned back around, he saw her trying to get her hands back in front of her. Scowling, he kicked her between the shoulder blades and then sat down straddling her back, facing her legs.

Her breath left her in a sudden rush, and her aching lungs worked to get it back, but having his weight on her didn’t help. She couldn’t even struggle as freely anymore, with him sitting on her arms and next to no leverage to kick. It was obvious that he intended to tie her ankles together, and Ashley did her best to keep her ankles apart, but once he managed to get the rope tied around one ankle, it was easy for him to pull them both together. While she didn’t particularly like being helpless like this, maybe him tying her legs together was a sign that he didn’t intend to actually rape her after all. She had, of course, panicked when he told her to undress before, but maybe she’d just misunderstood…

Now that she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, Krauser turned around and shifted back so he was straddling her legs. He lifted her skirt and ran a hand up one of her smooth, beautiful thighs to the firm round of her bottom. At the top, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them back a bit to get a look at what was inside.

“Wait…” Ashley twisted, trying to see what he was doing, but the raised skirt was obscuring her view.

He wasn’t listening to her, but he did let her underwear snap back into place. Krauser dropped the hem of her skirt as well, so he could have both hands free to explore.

Mistaking it for a reaction to what she had said, Ashley tried to relax, if only somewhat. She went rigid again, though, when she felt one of those rough hands traveling down to squeeze between her legs. With a startled sound of protest, she tried to crawl away, but that hand only followed, caressing her insistently through the thin cotton.

“Soft little pussy you got there,” Jack leered. God, how he wanted to sink his cock into it. His middle finger rubbed harder at the top of her slit, triggering intensified struggles from her, but he fisted his hand in the back of her shirt to keep her from getting away. “Aw, princess, you act like you’ve never been touched there before…”

“Stop it!”

Chuckling, he shifted up her back and pressed his crotch into her hands. She cried out and tried to jerk her hands away, but the way they were tied severely restricted her range of movement. “You feel that? That right there is the point of no return.” She whimpered as he flipped her over, drawing his knife. However, he only used it to make a hole in her shirt between her breasts. Setting the knife aside, he took one side of the hole in each fist and jerked it apart.

It happened rather fast. There was a flash of movement and a ripping sound, and then the wisps of cold air were creeping across her chest and stomach. Ashley looked up at him, breathless and once more bare-breasted. Her eyes wanted to shy away from the nasty scars that decorated his face, though. Strong hands, not soft, and not necessarily callused, but somewhere between the two, were sliding up her sides, then. Groaning in protest, she arched and wiggled to get out from under him, but he only pressed down on her harder.

“There yah go, arch your back. Push those tits out where I can get a good look at ‘em.” With a whimper, the young woman squeezed her eyes shut, turned her face away, and stopped squirming. He could still feel her shivering, though, as he stroked her soft mounds and bent down to smell her hair. Jack wasn’t sure exactly what or why, but there was something about her scent that made something deep inside him hot and achy. Growling softly, he traced nips and sometimes harder bites down the side of her neck to her chest. His mouth gave equal attention to each of her succulent peaches before he slid down to nuzzle her stomach.

Ashley couldn’t breathe. Her throat was tight, and she was almost painfully aware of how each shallow breath pushed her breasts up into his hands. His breath was warm on her skin, in a vulgar way that made her shudder and want to twist away, though she knew well that even slightly distancing herself wasn’t an option unless he chose to back off. This wasn’t supposed to be happening! She wasn’t supposed to be here! But he was so heavy and hot and close that she couldn’t think…

Krauser got up on his knees so he could flip her over again. That skirt had to come off, he’d decided, but first he picked up the knife. A couple quick cuts and he was able to throw the remains of her shirt aside. No longer needing the blade to be immediately available, he put it back in its sheath and moved his attention to the tiny zipper half covered by her hands. Jack gave them a nudge and she moved them obediently, if not without another pathetic little noise. “Hn,” he smirked, and drew the zipper down slowly. Mostly so he could watch the muscles in her back and shoulders go rigid with fear.

She didn’t fight him when he pulled her skirt down and off her legs, but she did tuck her knees up under her as soon as she was able. When he didn’t immediately grab her again, she tried to look back and see what he was doing. What she saw was his shirt as it crumpled to the floor beside her. Her breath caught and she quickly looked back at the floor. Soon his hands were on her upper arms, drawing her up into a sitting position. Ohgodohgod… She could feel his bare chest and stomach against her back and arms now, a presence that was far too solid to break away from. “Oh, god…” she whimpered out loud as his arms slithered around her. He chuckled against her neck, a low almost dangerous sound that made her heart thunder.

“You’re shaking,” he breathed in her ear as his hands traveled over every smooth inch of her flesh that he could reach. “You’re not going to tell me you’re some sweet little virgin…”

“That’s none of your business…” Then she squeaked as he pinched one of her nipples too hard.

“Don’t sass me, girlie,” he murmured. Without giving her a chance to respond, he stood and jerked her up with him by the upper arms. She wobbled on her bound feet, but he hooked one of his arms through hers to keep her from falling. Peering over her shoulder, he hooked one finger in the front of her panties and pulled them down enough to get a look. “Mm, natural blonde…” he leered.

“No!” Ashley tried to curl up again, but doing so would have involved hanging from her shoulders in a very uncomfortable way. He was too strong for her too simply drop out of his grip or use her weight to pull him down. All she could do was clamp her knees together in an attempt to keep him from getting her underwear down her legs.

Krauser noticed, as he worked the last of her clothing off one hip at a time, that her cheeks were flushed a very attractive shade of pink. “Don’t be so shy, princess,” he teased. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Her only response was to squeeze her legs together harder. Jack scowled and reached back for the knife again.

Ashley bit her lip and shut her eyes tight as the cool, flat metal ran diagonally across her stomach and slipped under the white fabric just below her hip. She didn’t want to submit to this, but she also didn’t want him to cut anything else off of her. Every barrier she lost was one less thing she could wear when she was alone with the rest of her captors. They hadn’t shown any of this kind of interest in her yet, but who knew what it would take to provoke them. “You don’t… you don’t have to do that…” To back up her words, she forced her legs to relax.

The soldier grinned and pushed the undergarment down until it fell around her ankles of its own accord. It was an unexpected bit of leverage. “That’s better.” He latched an arm around her hips from behind, lifted her, and carried her back to the table.

With a defeated sigh, she bent over the wooden surface without having to be pushed. If she couldn’t stop him, she could at least try to tune out what he was doing, and that’s what she did. Ashley stared blankly at one wall and tried not to move, even when his hips leaned into her as he reached across the table. He didn’t make ignoring it easy, though. Two fingers pushed into her and she bit her lip, too dry for even a small thing like that to be really comfortable. She didn’t want to think about what it would feel like when it was his cock, but at the same time she couldn’t make herself get that into it either.

She was still resisting. “Hn, stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” It wouldn’t matter, with what he was planning to do now. He’d expected her to keep up the resistance from last night, but perhaps experiencing the alternative would make her more compliant in the future. His fingers withdrew and he reached into the bag to get the glass bottle.

Ashley was bracing herself for the jab, trying to make out what he was doing back there by sound. She didn’t expected the cool, slippery stuff she felt running down her crack only a few moments after the contact had broken, and it gave her a bit of a jolt. There was a dull clunk as he removed his belt and set it on the table between her face and her wall. She could see the knife, but even if she could reach it, she doubted there was any chance that she could use it against him very successfully.

He touched her again, smearing the oil around. “Not that it matters much. You see, all a stuck up bitch like you needs,” his middle finger pressed against her back entrance and started to slide in, “is someone to show you what a little slut you really are…”

At first she was too surprised to react, and then panic made her jerk forward against the table hard enough to jar it. If he’d pressed the issue before, she wouldn’t have been able to say she was completely innocent, but she’d never done anything like that! “Y-… you’re kidding, right?” Ashley stammered, her voice a bit shriller than usual.

“Does it sound like I’m kidding?” Then there were two fingers inside her, and then three, after another drop of the oil.

Moisture pricked at the corners of her eyes as she clamped them shut and squeezed her hands into fists. “No, please not there, please…”

He could feel how tense she was, but decided not to tell her it would only make things worse. Jack let his pants fall down around his knees and gave his cock a couple of strokes with his slippery hand before sliding it between her thighs and rubbing the length across her pussy. “You feel that? All that is going in right here…” he poked at her with his finger again, but didn’t penetrate.

“No!” Ashley shook her head desperately, her voice cracking.

“Yeah…” Krauser moved back to line up, but it wasn’t long before he was pressing in again.

She screamed, the tears breaking and sliding down her cheeks. Her muscles twitched and shuddered as they tried to either adjust or keep him out, and despite the lubrication it burned like nothing she’d ever experienced. “It hurts, please, it hurts…” she whined.

“Feels good on my end,” he sneered, fucking her slowly at first but getting rougher quickly.

The president’s daughter continued to plead with him, but the words were starting to fade into hysterical, nonsensical crying. She could even feel something wet that wasn’t the original lubrication, and from the pain could only guess that it was blood. At that point she didn’t care who heard or saw, as long as it made the agony stop. Ashley cried out louder, begging anyone else who might be in earshot for help.

His hand clamped over her mouth, and he got an extra charge from the dampness on her cheeks. “Uhuh,” he panted. “You’re my little bitch now.”

It made it harder to breathe, having her mouth covered, so she fought to get the tears under control. Still whimpering and twitching, she tried to focus on drawing in air instead of the sensation of being split open. She wished she could cover her ears so she wouldn’t have to hear what he was doing, but at least she didn’t have to look at him. She was afraid she might crack from the humiliation if she had to watch him sodomize her. When on earth was this going to end?

His hands gripped her hips, harder and harder as the sounds he made rose to a crescendo. Jack shoved himself in one final, ramming time and held as his seed spilled into her. Upon drawing out, he could hold her open and watch a drop of the now pinkish fluid trickle out. She made an unhappy noise as he caught it with his finger and then wiped it across her lower back. Pulling his pants back up most of the way, he held them with one hand while he went to clean himself off with the remains of her sliced up shirt.

No longer held up, Ashley slipped exhaustedly off the table and curled up on the floor. Tears still flowed silently from the corners of her eyes. Don’t look at the monster on the other side of the room. Don’t think, about him or anything. Just… don’t…. But she couldn’t, because he was clearly preparing to leave, and… “Please don’t leave me like this,” she whimpered. Right now, she didn’t care that he always gave her a hard time when she asked for things. There wasn’t anything worse that he could do to her now, other then leave her bleeding and vulnerable like this for the others to find.

He almost did, leave her like that, but when he actually thought about it he got that weird coiling sensation in his gut again. Jack didn’t want the others to do anything to her, not like what he had done. She was for him. That was the single overwhelming idea in the back of his mind, even if he didn’t know quite what it meant. He decided to examine that thought some more later, when he had time. For now, though he didn’t untie her, he redressed her as best he could, so that she was at least covered. She’d had more than one shirt with her, and he pulled it over her head and down over her torso, leaving her arms bound underneath it.

The girl didn’t protest this method, not wanting to push her luck. Besides, he left her behind the barrels and out of sight. After turning onto her side, because sitting up hurt, she was just very careful not to move in a way that would make the sweater ride up. Several times throughout the day, though, she did contemplate trying to tell the ganados what had happened. What always stopped her was, first, the language barrier, and then the uncertainty over whether or not anyone would actually care. None of them had even tried to feed her before the soldier had started his sick game… It almost made her cry again. She was alone here and completely at his mercy, or lack there of from what she’d learned in the last two hours she’d been under his watch. Ashley reluctantly resolved not to do anything else that might push him to that kind of violence again. She must have drifted off, because an indeterminate amount of time later she found herself waking up to his voice.

“Evening, princess.” He approached the barrels and leaned over, crossing his arms on the tops of them. There was a very smug expression on his face as he watched her slowly uncurl. “Time to jack off Jack.”

Her hands felt like they’d fallen asleep and she wiggled her fingers in an attempt to start blood flowing through them. “Could you just… untie me first? I can’t feel my hands…”

His eyes flicked over her. “You gonna pull any shit?”

She just shook her head, looking as sincere as she could.

Jack made a sound of approval and came around to untie her ankles. He didn’t release her hands right way, though. Instead, he put one hand under her chin to draw her up to her knees, and guided her where he wanted as he had her crawl to the center of the room. A hand on her shoulder told her when to stop, and then he started circling her slowly. She was studying the floor, her hair making a curtain that hid her face. Her knees were slightly parted. The image was only missing one thing, and he was quickly pulling her sweater off over head. “That,” he purred, stopping in front of her to lift her face again, “is a good look for you.” He raked his short nails up her throat to her chin. She was blushing again. “You gonna be a good girl for me this time?”

She nodded as best as she could, trying not to shy away from his marred features. “I can try… If you don’t hurt me…” That answer seemed to satisfy him, because he drew her to her feet and released her wrists. When she looked at them, they were purple and red. Purple with bruises from his hands, and red from the ropes. She was still holding them to her chest when he came back around in front of her. His arm was sliding around behind her back and his other hand was slipping up into her hair. Ashley let him pull her head back without resisting, closing her eyes as he leaned in. Jack, she repeated to herself. He’d called himself something else at the beginning, probably his last name, but she’d forgotten it. In case it got to a point where he might be angry later, she made an extra effort to remember this time. It was simpler, though, his first name. She remembered enough to know that…

The soldier pressed his lips to hers, and was thrilled when her mouth opened with next to no prompting from him. He’d known from the start that he could break her, and he would savor this conquest that much more for it. His tongue probed as deep as it could reach, running along her teeth. She half returned the action, her tongue interacting meekly with his, but he wasn’t willing to cede much of the dominance anyway.

His hand slid down the back of her thigh and then up under her skirt. Ashley found herself trying to remember the first time he’d touched her like that, trying to recall what it was exactly that had begun to affect her. However, she was having trouble forgetting that he could and was willing to make her bleed and cry. That was the only reason she was going along with this, now, after all…

He slid his tongue back out of her mouth and gave her one more quick kiss before turning away to unclip the front of his utility harness. When she just stood where she was looking nervous and vaguely lost, he gestured to her with one finger. Hugging herself, the president’s daughter moved to join him beside the table. There were goose bumps rippling over her exposed flesh, but it wasn’t that cold in here. “You’re never going to get through this in one piece if you don’t relax.” He tugged on the waist of her skirt. “Get that off.”

Turning slightly away from him, she complied. If those words had been intended to make her feel better, they’d failed miserably. After a pause to consider, she slowly slid her panties off as well. Maybe he’d be in a better mood if he didn’t have to prompt her. She didn’t like how fast this was moving, though. She needed more time to… Covering herself with her hands, she glanced back to see if he’d been watching. Apparently not. His shirt was half over his head now, and- Large golden eyes grew even wider, and she quickly looked back down at the floor. In the nights before she’d been actively trying to tune out any details of physical contact with him; and even last night he’d been behind her half the time. While she still couldn’t say the scars did much for her—she preferred prettier guys—she couldn’t deny that it was hard to resist a guy who really kept in shape.

Making her strip sure humbled her up fast. Krauser took a hold of her wrists, a considerably lighter grip than last night, and brought her hands out to her sides. His own pride, and another part of him, swelled when he caught the shy glances the naked young woman kept shooting up at him through her hair. Jack ran his hands up her arms to either side of her head and took her mouth in another aggressive kiss. At first she just took it with her arms at her sides, but when she slowly raised them to his shoulders, he knew he’d won.

Ashley retreated mentally, going on autopilot. It was surprisingly easy. In fact, as she leaned the rest of her body into him, she was aware of some kind of warm feeling spreading outwards from her abdomen. It was accompanied by a strange writhing sensation, but not the repulsed or frightened kind. Those tough hands slid down the sides of her face, over her bare shoulders, and then brought the powerful arms around behind her. His mouth shifted to her neck as he crushed her to him and the viciousness of it almost scared her off again. Ashley retreated even farther behind the spreading tingling sensation and instead let her hands explore the area around his shoulder blades.

He grazed his teeth over the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder, sucking until the salty taste of her skin lost its intensity. Then he stepped back, pulling the chair out and around with one foot. Sitting down, he pulled her into his lap at a sideways angle and put one hand on her knee. It slid up the inside of her soft, firm thigh, coaxing it away from the other one. Jack lightly stroked the rabbit hair at their junction with three fingers, eliciting a tiny sigh from her.

Ashley watched the movements of his hand with half-lidded eyes. The caresses grew harder, pushed deeper, and her mouth fell open just a bit to let more air into her lungs. The digits slid down farther, the side of his thumb continuing to rub at her button while two fingers sought out her damp hole. When she felt his other hand sliding up her side and around to fondle one of her twin peaks, Ashley let her eyes slip closed all together. It was almost too easy to just let her self sink into the warm, wet ocean flooding over from her nether regions. The rubbing and digging got harder, almost to the point of hurting, but all she did was tip her head back and fumble awkwardly to get an arm around him.

“Do you want to turn around?” He growled in her ear.

Ashley nodded quickly, but it was in a distant way. It was like she was watching herself slide out of his lap and turn to straddle him, rather than doing it herself. She put her hands on his shoulders and raked her nails lightly down over his pectorals. Her eyes stayed below his neck, focused on the rippling plains of muscle under her palms. After the cursory exploration with her hands, she decided she wanted to know how they would feel against the rest of her body. Leaning down close, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her chest up against his. Distantly, she was disturbed by this eagerness. At the same time, there was something about his smell that made her heart race and her mind spin.

His breathing deepened as the lithe figure squirmed in his lap. He just held her there for a while. Her breasts felt incredible brushing and pushing softly against him. It wasn’t enough for long, though. Krauser grabbed her ass and pulled her up closer, where he could have better access to her tits. Her hips were right up against his stomach and pelvis then, and she made a quiet noise as his tongue danced around one of her pink buds.

The young woman’s hand ran up the back of the man’s neck and into his hair. She ground her hips against the bulge in his pants, smiling vaguely at the texture of the fabric against her clit. That sharp heat was back, threading long thin tendrils through every nerve of her body.

Krauser sucked the president’s daughter’s nipple, using gradually more teeth to test her threshold. Then he switched over to the other side, nibbling and biting at the swell of sensitive flesh. The hand that wasn’t kneading her other breast traveled down her back, over her ass, and then between her thighs from behind. Two fingers dug into her pussy again, reaching as deep as the angle would allow. He felt the pattern of her movements change subtly, adjusting to push back onto his fingers rather than grind her clit forward into his cloth covered erection. It was almost straining at the zipper, wanting so badly to break through the two maddening layers of clothing that remained and plunder her tight snatch. “Get down,” he murmured against her chest.

She drew back, the dreamy fog clearing for a brief moment. “Down on… on the ground?”

“Unless you’d rather do it bent over the table…”

While she wasn’t completely certain if she wanted to be able to watch him fucking her, the idea of being taken from behind like some kind of whore was more than she was willing to deal with right now. The floor was only a somewhat better option, but she obediently slid down onto it. Jack stood up too, looming over her again, and she half crab-walked backwards to get clear of the chair. She’d been expecting him to get down on top of her, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood with his feet shoulder width apart and made a ‘come here’ gesture to her with one finger. Ashley stifled a groan. Not only at the implication of her position, but because there was still some part of her that was aching to have him back between her legs again.

Krauser clasped his hands behind his back and looked down at her as she crawled up to him. “Take out my cock.”

Biting her lip, she complied once more. The belt he wore proved to be a bit of a challenge, but she managed to unhook it and get it off. The button and the zipper were no trick at all, of course, but she could feel his eyes on her, taking in every detail, and it made her twitchy. There was a short pause before she actually touched him, one hand cupping his balls and then running up his shaft. It was as hard and as powerful as the rest of his body. She heard him making a sound almost like a deep purr as she drew his underwear down just enough to free the whole thing. The tip already shone dully with pre-cum. “I’m… I’m not very good at it…” Ashley confessed, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“At what?”

“You know…” She blushed. “Oral…”

Krauser’s short laugh drifted down from above her. “I never said anything about oral, princess.”

Her blush deepened. “But…”

“Do you want to suck me off?” He asked in that same arrogantly calm and amused voice.

Now that sounded like a trick question. Unable to blush much more than she already was, she settled for averting her gaze. “I don’t know…” Suddenly there was a strong hand under her chin, forcing her to look up into those harsh, unforgiving eyes.

“You do want my cock, right?” She nodded, as much as his grip on her would allow, and he smirked. “So where do you want it?”

“I…” Ashley almost finished that with another ‘don’t know,’ but that weird feeling was coming over her again. The out of body experience. His touch, his smell, the eye contact… “I want your cock in my pussy, Jack…” came out in a rush before she even realized it was what she was going to say.

The smirk widened into a grin. “That was a nice answer.” He released her jaw to give her a condescending pat on the head. “Real nice. And since you asked so nicely, you’re going to get exactly what you want.” As he spoke these last words, he was dropping to his knees in front of her.

She took the cue to lie back, parting her legs slowly. Unsure of what to do with her hands at that moment, she just placed them palm down on the floor at her sides. Yes, she’d decided to just ride this out, and there were still feelings of genuine excitement coursing through her, but there was also that undercurrent of fear. He was a terribly imposing figure, especially in the dominant position he now held over her. When she felt the head of his manhood brush against her labia, she decided to just close her eyes all together; even though she was spreading her legs wider at the same time.

Propped up on one arm and holding his shaft in his other hand, Krauser rubbed the end up and down between her lips. She made a sound and pressed her palms into the wood surface under them, but didn’t make any attempt to halt the action. He pushed just the head inside first, and the shifted to support himself with both arms as the rest of his throbbing member followed slowly. It wasn’t for her, though. He wanted to savor every last bit of the hot, wet sheath sliding along his length.

“Oh…” Ashley arched her neck and her hands came up to grip his arms. There was a little pain, but nothing really bad. She let out another breathy sound as her knees came up on either side of him, trying to find the right angle to take him as deeply as possible.

Krauser pulled most of the way out and then shoved back into her with more force. Her chest jerked prettily when she gasped, so he did it again harder. Her fingers dug into his flesh and her thighs squeezed tighter around his waist as he fell into the rhythm. Propped up like this, he could watch her tits jiggle with each thrust. “Heh. I knew you were a little slut…”

She looked back up at him, at first intending to protest the derogatory term. All that came out when she opened her mouth, however, was an incoherent groan. Then her hands were tugging at his shoulders, either to pull him down or pull herself up. It didn’t matter, because he lowered himself to brace on his forearms instead of his palms. Her arms threaded under his and around his ribs as she closed the remaining distance between them. The young woman pressed her mouth to his, and he reciprocated with a ferocity that crushed the delicate flesh into her teeth. She squeaked, but it was swiftly swallowed as his tongue charged into her mouth. Ashley let him do it, gradually giving up any attempt to return his actions. Whether it was the dominating kisses or the powerful movements of his pelvis, it was too overwhelming for her to retain any real sense of orientation.

Sweat was beginning to glimmer on both of them as he fucked her into the floor. Any previous effort or desire to be careful was evaporating quickly. Soon he was laying full on her, biting and sucking her neck and shoulder. She was panting, making small mewling sounds that only made him want to bite harder. The pain of her nails digging into his back only added a razor edge to the feelings of ecstasy blossoming through him.

The sounds he made, primal grunts and growls, washed over her as he rocked her back on the gritty floor. Despite the rough treatment, she could feel something explosive building in her loins. It flooded over her, a rich purple sea behind her eyelids. Dark things glided around her like strange sting rays, but…

They had legs like scorpions, with thin webs of skin stretched between them. Some were still, hovering in the liquid world while the others danced around them. Jack gradually became aware that he was moving in the circle with them, and that the circle was getting tighter. He watched as one in front of him suddenly peeled off and…

Shot past her, so close she could feel the current and the bubbles against her arm. Before she could turn to see where it had gone, the others leapt into action. They dove out of the formation like demonic missiles and collided with the creatures drifting around her.

The victims of the attacks thrashed their tails briefly but were quickly subdued. The violence and brutality of it was arousing in itself, and Jack couldn’t help the rush of sick joy as he zeroed in on a target.

Ashley cried out as one bore down on her, putting her arms up to fend it off. They were wrenched away and the beast’s legs wrapped around her to pin them at her sides. The next thing she felt was a searing jab between her legs, and then the purple world was exploding around her. Her eyes flew open as she arched and pulled against her trapped wrists. The orgasm was already making her tremble, but the soldier only continued his onslaught undaunted. She moaned desperately as she bucked under him, her body trying to escape a pleasure that was beginning to ride on the lines of pain.

His fists tightened around her wrists. No escape. No escape until he’d made her take in every last drop of his cum. And he was so close. The muscle spasms rippled around his throbbing erection, drawing his climax out, and then milked him hard and fast as he groaned out loud. He sunk himself in to the hilt and held there, his muscles so tight he was shaking some himself. Then the tide of ecstasy ebbed away, leaving him to go slack on top of her. Jack drew deep, ragged breaths, acutely aware of his heart still thundering in his chest.

She was returning to her senses rather sluggishly as well. It felt like part of her was still floating somewhere in that alien ocean, far away. A part that was almost afraid to return to her present reality. Even in her distant frame of mind, she could feel his bulk crushing her into the floor, pressuring her to come back and acknowledge what she’d just done…

Krauser was the one who moved first. With a sigh, he slid out of her and pushed himself into a kneeling position between her legs. Almost has soon as he’d withdrawn, he saw the trickle of white fluid beading at her entrance. Two fingers scooped it up and pushed inside her, twisting and stroking. They were sticky and slimy when they came out, glazed with a combination of their juices. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him, with a rather stunned look in those innocent doe eyes of hers. On a sudden whim, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up closer. When her mouth dropped open, he jammed his fingers past her lips, almost far enough to make her gag.

“Mm!” Ashley grabbed his wrist, but the hand on the back of her head kept her from pulling away. It wasn’t so much a matter of it tasting horrible as it was a matter of it being a mixture of their two different flavors. It was a biting reminder that he was still in her, that she’d never be able to get clean, and a threat of pregnancy or disease or… Terror quickly chased away the few remaining strands of after glow. When he stood and left her to herself, she rolled onto her knees with one arm hugging her stomach and the other clasped over her mouth. What on earth had come over her? She thought she was going to be sick…

The man ignored her while he dressed and straightened himself up. The sound of movement behind him caught his attention, though, and he looked to find her coming toward him. Hunched in a way that made it look like she was trying to be invisible, she knelt to pick up her skirt from where it lay on the floor. Krauser watched the green fabric slide up over her legs as he picked up the bag he’d brought with him, and by the time she’d straightened up, he was standing right behind her again. As he set the knapsack on the table in front of her, he whispered, “See how easy it is when you’re a good girl for me?”

She only nodded, worried that she’d start crying if she tried to talk. Her eyes stayed hopefully on that bag. If she’d ever longed for water before, she wanted it now. Water to rinse his taste out of her mouth; to splash on her face and arms and anywhere else she could reach by herself.

“That means tomorrow you’re going to be ready and waiting to suck some dick for me, aren’t you?”

Another nod. He’d proven his strength to her something like a dozen times now, and despite how she felt at this moment she was too afraid to risk making him angry.

“Hn,” he smirked and patted her on the butt before moving away from her. “You have about fifteen minutes before the watch changes again. Anything that’s in there is yours.”

Not wanting to have to bear the weight of his eyes any longer, she took everything, shirt and shoes included, back into her scant hiding place. There was water, thank god. She took a gulp of it, and then poured a little into her palm to wipe off her face and neck. It would have been wonderful to just dump all of it over her head, but she couldn’t afford that luxury. Instead, she used about half of it to clean up a few key areas and then put the rest away. After letting her skin air-dry for a couple minutes, she pulled the rest of her clothes back on.

Jack watched what he could of her from his chair until the door opened. Then he left without a word.

Another night and morning passed with her trembling in fear of what would come through those doors once the sun was down. She drank all of her water, trying to settle her stomach, but all it really did was remind her of what she had to do to for it. There was a surprise some time in the middle of the day, though. Usually, the others ignored her entirely, when she was quiet. Today, four of them dragged her roughly out of her fort and pulled a blindfold over her eyes. An attempt to scream was cut off abruptly by a gag. Oh, god, not them, too! One rapist was hard enough to deal with, but five?! Then they were moving, pushing her out of the shack and into a truck.

There had been another American sighted in the area. He’d caused quite a bit of chaos in his short time here, and they no longer felt secure leaving their hostage in a shack with only one or two watchers at a time. They were moving her to the church. It was a considerably more secure place.

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A/N: Haha, gives a bit more depth to her freaking out when Leon comes in, doesn’t it? Sorry if the plaga mating bit interrupted the flow for anybody, but I thought it felt okay, and it’s also part of something longer this story is begging me to make it into. The only problem is one way it could go would make it just about impossible to include the Krashley romance aspect—something the fangirl in me can barely stand to exclude—but it would very likely have a lot more of Krauser being a sadistic asshole. The other one, which would involve Wesker becoming the head plaga of his own sort of hive thing, seems a little too generic Resident Evil to me in the long run. However, that one would have a lot of Wesker being the sadistic asshole. I don’t know, I’m starting to like the latter idea more than I did, but if you want to provide any input on the subject, go right ahead. That’s why I’m talking about it right now. An issue with either of them would be keeping Ashley infected with a parasite, preferably the one she’s currently infected with. I have a couple of ideas for how to deal with that…
Now, if anyone’s still reading this, I think I know what you’re hoping for. You want…

Bone-Us Features!

Will it be behind the scenes footage of Ashley pouting in the corner while my muses, Krauser, and I discuss what kind of fruit best sums up her breasts and make guesses as to her cup size? Well, close, but no, it’s even better than that. It’s a little piece I like to call…

Tetris Pr0n
Z was nervous. She was no virgin, of course, but she’d never tried this position before. If L hadn’t seemed so confident when he’d suggested it, she would have turned him down. As it was, though, she found herself standing right up against the wall with L slowly approaching her from behind. The deftness with which he slid sideways into her slot was breathtaking. And, oh, how perfectly they fit together! From that moment on, she knew she’d never be the same…

Yeah, the same friend that challenged me to write the Dr. Salvador/Bella Sisters pairing also challenged me to come up with a bit of Tetris smut. My favorite quote from her on the subject is, “He slid into my slot and a part of me disappeared… forever…” Anyway, there’s not section for Tetris that I know of, and it’s only a short little thing, so I thought I’d slip it in here. Who knows, you might need a mood lightener after reading twenty-one pages of Ashley torment. Peace out, betches =)