IR Future - Part 14

You secretly agree with Lara’s complaint. The light is awful. You’re convinced that it’s generating the heat that makes this large space so stifling, and the glare hurting your eyes feels like adding insult to injury. You never thought that you would see things this way, but you’d prefer to be abused by Fru Satan in the soothing cool of natural light or something. It would make it less rage-inducing somehow. Of course, it’s not Fru Satan that you’re mad at. She’s just doing her job. Maybe too well. You aren’t as hot for her as Lara is, but something has changed. Maybe it’s your pent-up frustration, but Fru Satan is an attractive woman. Her antics aren’t a turn-on, but they aren’t a turn-off, either.

You shake your head to clear those thoughts away. You’re about to get married.

Lara and Fru Satan are having a staring contest over Lara’s threat. Fru Satan is out of her comfort zone. The people who pay to be here relish her dominance; she’s not used to having **** victims. This hesitation isn’t like her, but Lara is… for all her faults, an attractive person. Fru Satan has needs and urges too. She’s human.

“You cannot break it,” she says disdainfully. So she’s doubling down on that.

“How about another wager?” Lara asks, moving in for the kill. She’s figured out that Fru Satan’s pride and integrity are her weakness. Fru Satan did not expect to lose the bet on pushups, but she gamely made good on things when she did.

Fru Satan doesn’t hesitate, and that makes you suspicious.

“You cannot,” she repeats with a little toss of her head.

“If I can’t,” Lara says, putting her hand on her hip and giving Fru Satan a look of pure seduction. “I’ll triple your fee.”

“And you will be punished,” Fru Satan replies without missing a beat.

“Are we not already being punished?” Lara asks.

“More,” Fru Satan promises.

You shudder at the thought. Is this situation not already maxed out? What more is she going to do? You’d prefer not to find out. You give Lara a worried look, but she’s ignoring you.

“Fine. And if I can break it, I’m going to pump so much cum into you that you’ll think that you passed out in the Manchester United locker room.” It’s a little strange to hear those words in Lara’s rather delicate, classy even, way of speaking. She’s serious. It makes you want to laugh. You’ve seen her horny, of course, but you’ve never seen her like this. “You’ll be a doll for me and you won’t have to pretend to love it.”

You feel a little something yourself. Lara has leaned so far into her arrogance that she’s channeling Adella’s energy. You swallow.

There’s a little hesitation this time, but only a little. Fru Satan’s smirk doesn’t flicker. The small woman folds her arms and shrugs.

“You cannot do it,” she repeats.