>>11306088> She lets out a grunt as Kronii goes in.> "Oh, you're a big girl, I'm sure you can handle it."> Of all the things, Fauna often wondered how and where the hell did Kronii find that strap-on? Surely she didn't make it herself, did she? The thing was not small by any stretch of the imagination. The physical pain is... bearable. Kronii, always organized, somehow always made sure to keep the thing warm and lubricated. To her shame, Fauna contributes plenty to both. "It's just a natural process", she tells herself when she's alone with her thoughts. Sometimes, she even believes it for a while.> "It's better this way, don't you think? I mean... Mumei is so small... I don't think it would fit her. Do you?"> Fauna forgets herself for a moment. She tries to turn around, but the shackles are too strong. It's made from that damn chain of hers. Not even Wardens can do anything about it.> "I swear, if you lay ONE finger on her, so help me, I'll..."> "You'll WHAT? Grow trees menacingly at me? We've been over this. I won. But don't worry. I won't touch Mumei... Provided you keep letting me do this when ever I feel like it."> She keeps sliding in and out, and Fauna breathes out with a gasp every time Kronii decides to stab her a bit harder. > "A pity", Fauna would sometimes think, after she's left alone and after her tears run dry. "In other circumstances, Kronii would be a skillful lover." It was all there, the tempo, the variation, the... enthusiasm. All she needed was some experience, some gentle guidance.> Nature itself is no stranger to these things. Mating, even forceful mating, happens all the time among the animals. While humans did not invent the concept of mating for life, they did coin beautiful new words for it, such as "love". That was a certan owl's doing, of course. That's why Fauna knew Mumei wouldn't be able to bear it. That's why she decided to protect her in this way. There was nothing resembling love in this dark chamber dug deep underground.> Suddenly, Fauna becomes aware that the thrusting has stopped, and Kronii drops the full weight of her warm, soft body on top of Fauna's back. Fauna is still helpless, and the strap-on is lodged as deep inside her as it will go. She doesn't like this - not because Kronii stopped or anything, of course (that would be preposterous). Because it's new and unpredictable. Kronii is dangerous when unpredictable.> "Let's drop the act, okay? I'm tired today. I know you hate me. You don't need to pretend any more. We both know it's for humiliation's sake. But I get tired of it. So tell me."> "Tell you... what exactly?"> "Tell me how much you hate me. I need to know.Fauna is too shocked to speak for a while. Kroni digs her fingernails into Fauna's upper arm.
> "TELL ME."> "... hate you."> "What was that? I can't hear you!"> "I don't hate you, Kronii."> Fauna is aware that she's crying. But she can't help it. What does she have to lose? Her dignity?> "I hate your time and clock puns. And I hate what you're threatening to do to Mumei. But I don't hate you. I never did. I am truly sorry if I'd ever hurt you. And if you don't want to forgive me, that's fine. And if you want to do this, if it will make it easier for you if you... use me... as you please... then that's fine too. But I don't hate you, Kronii. I never hated you."> The movements stop for a while. Then, the deathly silence of the cell is torn by Kronii's mad laughter.> "Yes, yes! Honesty! Finally. I hate you too, my dear, dear Fauna. I hate you too."> The thrusting continues. It's no longer gentle. Kronii carries on as if she's having a casual conversation:> "While we're being so honest with each other... I also have something to admit: > "I know you like it."> The words are simple, but far more effective at chilling Fauna than anything that has happened to her today.