[Georgia, ] The angry one should have fun, too.

"This is so stupid," you hear your unhappiest **** mutter.

You were slowly building a high on the atmosphere until she chilled the mood. You whip your gaze onto her: she has the gall to wear one of your t-shirts (presumably with nothing else underneath), and an expression that suggests she'd love nothing more than to ruin this for you. {if@ Morality > 0}Perhaps with a smidgen of spite,{else}With malice and a desire to see that insubordination punished,{endif} you decide she ought to get into it, too. "What was that, Georgia?"

"Noth-"

"You don't want to be left out?" Her grimace doesn't deepen; perhaps she knew this was coming, after all. "By all means... show our guest how happy you are, {if@ Morality > 0}bound to me as she'll soon be."{else}drinking my seed and thanking me for it every day."{endif}

Her frown deepens, but slowly grows into a wicked smile as she contemplates the writhing form on the bed. "That's exactly what I'll do." She moves quickly, with the kind of violent energy you remember on the night of your first encounter with her. Her body, still clothed and standing out among the other women in the room, descends upon Chantel's left side, staying clear of where the other girls are or would be working the pitiful congirl. You wonder what she intends to do, with naught but one tit and Chantel's left flank... until Georgia opens her mouth near the former, teeth bared, and sinks them into sensitive titflesh. {if@ Chantel_ophelia = true}Chantel screams into Ophelia's suffocating boob, making your former neighbor nearly leap away in fright.{elseif Chantel_diana = true}Chantel screams into Diana's mouth, the latter engulfing her yell to smother it with more tongue.{else}Georgia's hand already flies up to smother Chantel's mouth as she tries to inhale for a scream, and the muffled cry shocks you almost as much as Georgia's vicious bite.{endif}

When she withdraws, red marks show she cut into the skin, and a thin film of blood slowly rises from each painful mark. Georgia, while meeting your eye with a sidelong glance and smile, laps the blood up, drinking her victim's vitae... and slipping saliva, laden with her pheromones, now your pheromones, directly into her bloodstream. Of course; you didn't even consider that application until now. Wouldn't that be as effective, or moreso, than all the suckling and prodding that {if Chantel_arousal < 3}will go on?{else@}has gone on so far?{endif}

So she did carry out your will... even if it set Chantel to cry bitterly (and yet still moan in ecstasy) about her new wounds. "That's not very nice, Georgia... keep licking those wounds until they're healed."

Georgia, never letting her hate-filled grin let up, whispers "Of course, Master" before carrying out your will.

"Well, Chantel," you coo, enjoying the sight of the unexpected pain play out on her face, "it doesn't have to be that painful when you live under me... you only have to give in, and get pregnant."

{if Chantel_arousal < 4}"Fuck you," she whimpers.{else@}Whimpering and sighing quietly, she doesn't answer.{endif}