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Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 25 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS OF _Jason and Kylie, Naked In School_: 

You may or may not be aware, but Shalon broke his arm in two places three
weeks ago; Jason and Kylie is temporarily on hold (he had a nice cushion
built up on Pandora's Box, which is why he switched to that.  Please see
http://playground.pele.cx for details, including news on when Jason and
Kylie will return.
   

If you have any questions, please email us, or visit our forums at
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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS WHO DON'T LIKE M/M SCENES:

You want to either make it through the upcoming M/M scene (next chapter,
IIRC) or skip to the end, because the scene after that involves Pandora, a
bottle of lube, and a latex catsuit that fits perfectly.  

Meow.

And a blindfold.

(And I promise, not all of our stories are MM; we've only got three, in
fact, which are.  It's just that somehow those three (Pandora's Box,
Prudence, and Jason and Kylie (to a very small degree -- two scenes) ended
up being some of the first ones we posted.  

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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://pandora.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
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Pandora and our other stories. 

Comments *greatly* appreciated.

Enjoy,

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She curled against him, shivering, and whispered softly, "You'll take care
of me."

Gabriel nodded, slowly. "I'll take care of you. No one ever has, have they?
Your mother... she made sure you were healthy, but not because she cared,
and your father just... abandoned you to her. Tandi loved you, but she
wasn't in any position to take care of you, so... oh, love. Oh, love." He
held her close. "I'll take care of you. I promise you, I'll take care of
you."

Pandora shuddered against him. "I need you. So much... oh please,
please..." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Whatever you want... I
mean it. Even if it's crazy, I mean it. Anything. Because I can't... can't
go back to being alone again." Her voice tightened, and tears overflowed.
"I never knew, but now I do, and I can't live like that again!"

"You aren't alone, love. You'll never be alone." He closed his hand over
hers, folding her fingers over beneath his longer ones. "Whatever I have to
do, whatever it takes, you'll never be alone again. Never."

She moaned, shaking hard, and clung to him. Her terror was a palpable
thing, thick and choking in the air. She'd never had anything to lose
before, and now the fear of losing what she'd never dreamed possible rose
so strong it crippled her, paralyzed her, and, through their connection,
sent chills down his spine and wrapped icy fingers of horror around his
heart.

"Never, love. I swear to you, on -- on all I am, all I ever hope to be, I
will never leave you. You will never be alone again."

Slowly she calmed, rubbing her cheek against his chest, his arms and hair
wrapped around her like a protective cocoon. With a deep, shaking sigh she
looked up at him. "Gabriel?" she asked softly. "Would you... take me
downstairs?"

"I'll give you anything you need, love." He squeezed her gently. "What do
you need?"

"I need... I need to be _yours_. I... " She bit her lip, looking uncertain.
"I don't know how to explain, I just... please."

"You _are_ mine." He lifted her left hand, the silver ring glinting in the
light, and kissed her knuckles.

She shivered. "Sh-show me, please?"

Gabriel nodded and stood, lifting her in his arms. He didn't speak again
until he stood in front of the door to the dungeon. "What do you need,
pet?"

She raised a trembling hand towards his face, then hesitated and drew it
back, lowering her eyes. "I... I... need you to...." She shivered and
licked her lips. "Use me," she whispered. "Take me, mark me... show me
you'll still... still want me... afterward." The words were hard for her to
force out, and her trembling increased with each of them. "P-please... I'm
so scared!"

Gabriel hesitated, then nodded. "Okay." He opened the door. "Follow me. On
your knees."

Pandora slid down to her hands and knees, shaking, her whole body flushed
pink. She hesitated for only a second at the doorway, then followed him in,
her hair hanging like a wavy curtain around her face and trailing on the
floor between her hands.

Gabriel stopped in the center of the lowered area and turned to face her,
gesturing to the laces in the front of his pants.

She looked up at him, her soft green eyes huge and scared. She seemed
paralyzed for a moment, then shakily raised her hands and started awkwardly
fumbling with the laces.

Gabriel reached out and cupped her cheeks. "You're mine, love. _Mine_."

Pandora whimpered quietly, her hands freezing, and stared up at him. Fear,
pleading, need, excitement, and dread were all in her eyes.

"Mine. And I will always love you."

She closed her eyes with a little shudder, and her hands resumed their
inefficient plucking at the laces, finally managing the slides and
loosening them all the way down.

Gabriel gripped her chin, tugging her forward. "Take me in your mouth,
love."

Pandora whimpered again, her breath catching in her throat, but let him
move her face forward and obediently opened her mouth.

"You're afraid that I won't be able to respect you, because of the things
you're willing to do. I'm going to mark you as mine and prove to you that I
will, all at once. Do you understand?" he asked.

She started shaking, so hard that she had to reach out and put her hands on
his thighs to stead herself, and a high, scared, keening sound came from
her throat. Her eyes were locked on his, filled with something akin to
panic as she gave a jerky little nod.

"I don't want you to spill anything. And I don't want you to look away,
understand?"

Pandora whimpered, and her grip on his legs was unconsciously tight. A tear
rolled down her cheek, dripping onto her breast where it traced a wet path
along the white skin, hanging from the hard nipple for a long moment before
dropping to the floor. Again, the tiniest of nods.

She was expecting it... trembling in fear from the expectation, in fact...
but somehow, it still startled her when it happened, and at the first
little spurt of piss on her tongue, she jerked back with a loud gasp, her
nails accidentally digging into his legs, her eyes large and wild as a bit
of the warm liquid splashed across her lips, dripping down her chin.

Gabriel carefully folded his arms behind his back. "Careful, love. You'll
have to clean up any you spill... with your tongue."

She moaned, her face bright red as she slid her mouth back over the head of
his cock and looked up at him expectantly.

As he relaxed and let the next spurt flow into her mouth, he said, "You can
play with yourself while you drink my piss, pet."

Her eyes flew up to his face, and he could feel her embarrassment, hot and
heavy as it flowed from her. But he could also see her thighs, squeezed
tightly together, and feel her hard little nipples as they brushed against
his legs, and he knew she wanted to, needed to, however much the thought
embarrassed her.

Gabriel smiled. "Go ahead."

She closed her eyes and clenched her little hands into fists on his thighs,
trembling hard as she sucked gently on his dick, her soft tongue pressing
it up against the roof of her mouth. 

"Pet," he said firmly, "I want you to reach down and play with yourself. I
want to see you come while I'm pissing in your mouth."

She moaned around his cock, opening her eyes and looking up at him.
Obediently, one little shaking hand slid down over her soft stomach and
between her thighs. She moaned again, loudly, her fingers sliding into the
slick, wet flesh, and her hips thrust instinctively. She shuddered, sucking
at him, the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat.

"_Oh_ yes. Good girl, good little piss-drinker... Come for me. Come for me
right _now_, pet!"

She screamed, piss overflowing her mouth and splashing over her breasts as
she shuddered, twisting hard, almost coming off of his dick but stretching
to hold it in her mouth, whimpering and sucking even as she fought to not
fall over as the spasms ripped through her. Her legs were spread, her cunt
exposed, wet and open, her fingers slick with cunt juices as she rubbed
frantically at her throbbing clit.

"Swallow."

Moaning pitifully, desperately, she did, one hand still between her legs,
the other wrapped around his thigh, holding tight, trying not to fall.

"You're mine." Gabriel brought his hands around from behind his back,
taking her head between them to stabilize her. "_Mine_."

Pandora moaned again, her body going limp, supported by his hands on her
head. She still sucked gently, swallowing around his dick, her fingers
moving slowly against her cunt lips. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused,
her breathing harsh.

Gabriel held her like that until he was done. "Kneel for me, pet. There's
one more thing you need."

She whimpered, but straightened up, back onto her knees, her head bowed and
eyes on the floor.

"Look at me."

The haze of arousal was starting to vanish, leaving only fear and a sort of
sick horror at what she'd done. Her aura was tight against her skin, still,
the colors subdued, and she didn't want to look at him. He could sense that
with no doubt at all. Her chin trembled, and she wrapper her arms around
her ribs, tightly.

"Now."

"ooooh... " With a little, hopeless moan, she reluctantly raised her eyes
to his.

"You have my ring as a symbol of our love, but I think you need something
more." He looked down at her, smiling gently. "I think you need a symbol of
my control, of your submission, and of the fact that I will always want
you. I think you need a collar, pet."

She blinked up at him, not entirely understanding at first, then she
started to tremble. Relief pulsed from her, but still the fear lingered...
dulled, changed perhaps, but not removed. She said nothing, though, just
stared trustingly up at him.

Gabriel looked down at her, feeling the fear in her mind, and the question
itself, tantalizingly just out of reach. "What is it, love? What are you
afraid of?"

She licked her lips, and, shivering, forced herself to ask quietly,
"Wh-what am I now, to you?" It was a deceptively simple question, and he
could sense her fear of the possible answer.

"The woman I love."

"I... I need to know what you think of me... beyond love, how you feel,"
she said awkwardly.

"You mean, do I still respect you? I do. I don't think you're weak, or
sick, or anything like that... I think you're someone who..." He hesitated,
glancing at the ceiling uncertainly for a moment. "Who fits even better
than Lissa did."

She trembled with the strength of her relief, but something in her just had
to ask, had to keep prodding to see if it would hurt. "You're not...
disgusted by me? You still want to... to do normal things, too?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yes, love. I do. I still want to wake up next to you every
morning."

She sagged against him, wrapping her arms around his hips, nuzzling against
his stomach, and shuddered over and over again.

"You're still the wonderful girl who showed up at my door and brought me
back to life."

She held him tighter. "Oh god, thank you," she whispered.

"I love you." He stroked her hair. "I love you."

Pandora sighed happily, content to kneel, naked, at his feet.

Gabriel reached for the power line which ran through the corner of the room
right behind them, then paused, frowning. "No... that's not right." He held
out his hand to Pandora. "Come here."

She took his hand, standing hesitantly.

Gabriel led her over to the concrete pillar in the center of the room. It
was thicker than the rest, and the manacles hanging down were heavier, made
of black hammered iron. He turned her so that her back was to the pillar
and lifted her right hand up. He reached for the manacle, then dropped it
as if bitten, the metal ringing against the pillar. "Ow!" he said, sucking
on his fingers. Then he shook his head wryly. "Right. Iron. Well, it wasn't
that bad." Moving quickly, he closed the manacle around her wrist and
slipped the lock through the hasp, then did the same with her other hand
before stepping back. 

<OOC: Gabriel says "EDIT: That paragraph needs some work." >

Pandora pressed back against the cold pillar, looking up at him with wide
eyes. Her nipples were hard and crinkled.

"You've got a choice now. I can make your collar the way I made the other
things, with just the power lines, or I can do something else. I could pull
the lines through _you_, and blend part of your aura in with them, so that
you are truly linked with the collar. I don't know what that would do to
the collar, or to you. I don't know if it would be dangerous or not. It's
your choice, love."

She leaned towards him, unconsciously straining against the chains. "What
do you _want_?" she asked.

Gabriel smiled. "I want you to have this exactly..." He hesitated. "I want
it to be everything you've ever dreamed of, and, more importantly,
everything you _would_ have dreamed of if you'd had time to do so."

"I just want to be _yours_. However you want me, as long as you _want_ me."

"You will be, love. Forever," he said.

"If... If my aura is mixed with it, and yours is mixed with mine, then
yours would be mixed in, too?" she asked.

Gabriel nodded, slowly. "I think so. If it does what I expect it to."

"Then that's what I want," she said firmly. 

Gabriel nodded. "Okay, love." He held out his hands in front of him,
'reaching' for the two lines that crossed inside the pillar she was chained
to, pulling strands out through her. Bits of her aura and his came with
them, wrapping around them, and he concentrated, looping the lines around
and around above his hand, one line looping one direction, the other
coiling in the opposite direction. As he did so, the bits of their auras
which were drawn along with the lines flickered and moved with them,
layering between the lines in a pattern similar to Damascus steel. When he
was satisfied with the shape of the collar, he began to work with bits of
his aura and Pandora's combined on the 'surface', forming careful
decorative patterns. Finally he was done, and he released the lines.

Pandora closed her eyes while he worked, standing quietly in the chains. 
When she felt the weight of the warm metal settle around her neck, she
moaned quietly, but otherwise held perfectly still while he finished. It
fit perfectly, pressing gently against her skin but not cutting into it,
and if he looked closely, he could see it flexing with her breathing...
even though the metal was really too thick for that to be possible. It had
an organic, 'alive' feel to it, though.

"You're mine now, pet. Now and forever."

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her face full of love and wonder,
and arched her back, straining towards him. "Yes. Please."

"Yes."

Gabriel reached for the manacles, ignoring the pain as he unlocked first
one, then the other, then opened them to release her.

She seemed slightly disappointed and a touch confused as she wrapped her
arms around him. But she pressed against him, rubbing her skin along him,
enjoying the feel and as much contact as she could manage.

Gabriel pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. "_Mine_," he said
softly.

She nuzzled close, planting little kisses on his chest in the V exposed by
the vest. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Mine," he said again. "Mine... oh god, I love you."

Her little teeth nipped gently at his skin and she rubbed against his
leather-covered leg. "Love you... need you... yours. Oh please..."

"What do you want, love? Do you want me to take you and make you _mine_,
completely? Do you want to give me your last virginity?" he asked.

She shuddered, closing her eyes and pressing against him. "oh god," she
whispered.

"Do you want that, pet? Do you want to give me your tight, virgin ass?"

"Do... do you want it?" she managed to ask.

Gabriel shivered. "Oh, god, yes. I've never done that before..."

Pandora moaned quietly, pressing against him. "Will... will you take it?
Will you make me, even if I change my mind, say stop, beg?"

Gabriel shivered again. "Oh, yes."

She took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up into his eyes as she
slowly nodded. "Then... yes. Please."

Gabriel smiled. "You have to offer it to me. There's lube in the cabinet
over there. You have to offer it to me, but once I start, I won't stop."

She was trembling so hard she had to hold on to him to keep from falling.
"I... I don't know how... oh god..."

"Don't know how to what?" he asked.

"What... what to do. What do you want me to do?"

Gabriel tucked a finger under her chin, pulling it up. "I want you to go
get the lube. I want you to lube up your ass and my cock, and get on your
knees, and tell me what you want. I want you to beg me for it."

Her eyes were huge, terrified, but starting to glaze over with lust. "Oh
god... I can't..."

"Yes you can," he said.

She whimpered, looking up at him pleadingly. "Please..."

"You want to, don't you, pet? You want to be on your knees in front of me,
begging me to fuck your ass..."

She closed her eyes and groaned, her shaking legs gently collapsing so that
she slid down his body to kneel at his feet.

"Don't you, pet?" he asked.

Eyes still closed, face bright red, she nodded, unable to stop herself.

"Then do it, love."

She looked up at him once more, her eyes begging... though if he asked, she
couldn't have said what for... then lowered her head and crawled slowly
over to the cabinet he'd indicated.

She raised up on her knees, sliding the drawer open, and pulled out the
only oil she saw: a bottle of wet platinum.  Holding it in one shaking
hand, she looked over at him. "Wh-where do you want me?"

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "On the table there, so I can fuck you standing
up."

She nodded, her breath growing ragged, and crawled over to him, her hands
shaking as she tugged his pants down a bit more, then cupped his dick in
her hand, carefully pouring the slippery oil all over it, caressing it
gently.

"That's nice, love. Mmm... play with my cock, good girl..."

Obediently, she stroked her slick hands up and down, one hand wrapping
around him, the other sliding under to play with his balls.

"Now, get up on the table and get ready."

She released his cock reluctantly and pulled herself up onto the table. She
held the bottle of oil in her hand and lay on her back, pulling her legs
up, and stared over at him, uncertain what to do next.

"Get your ass lubed up, pet. Get it ready for my cock." He licked his lips.
"Play with yourself. You aren't allowed to come until you have my cock in
your ass, but I want you to play with yourself while you get ready for it.
See how many fingers you can get in your ass."

She groaned loudly, then squirted the oil onto her fingers, spilling some
onto her soft stomach. Hesitantly, and blushing hotly, she slid her hand
around, rubbing the lube into her virgin ass. Her other hand went to her
cunt, the slippery fingers rubbing slowly at her swollen lips, dipping down
to tease at the little hole.

Gabriel walked over to the table, stroking his cock. "That's right. You
want it, don't you?"

She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to slip one slender finger into her
ass.

"Tell me."

She moaned. "Ohhh... oh please! I... I want it. Want you."

"Want what?" he asked, his hand sliding up and down his cock.

Her eyes were glued to his cock, wide, with more than a trace of fear. "Oh
god... please..." She shuddered, two fingertips pressed hard against her
asshole, spreading it beneath the pressure. "I... I can't," she whispered.

"Yes, you can. I want to hear it. I want to hear you beg me for it." He
smiled. "And you want to beg."

Pandora whimpered pitifully, her eyes filling with tears.

"Do it, pet. Convince me to fuck your ass."

"I c-can't. I can't! Oh... oh god please!"

"Do it."

She moaned again, loudly. "P-please? Please, oh please d-do it... f-fuck
me, take it..." She gave a little sob, shuddering hard. "Take my ass...
make me, please, please do it..."

"Four fingers. If you want me to fuck your ass, you've got to loosen it up
enough to get four fingers in." He licked his lips. "And then I'm going to
fuck your virgin ass. You realize that I've come so many times in the last
day it's going to take a long time? If you're a good girl, I'll let you use
a vibrator while I fuck your ass."

She whimpered, pressing hard with her fingers. "Please... oh please just do
it, just take it... I d-don't c-care if it hurts, I want it, oh god I want
it so bad, I need you. Take me, use me, please, _please_!"

"Four fingers, pet. Do it."

Gabriel frowned suddenly. "No. Wait. Your fingernails... I'm just going to
have to fuck your ass as is." He bent down and picked up a vibrator from
under the table, handing it to her after making sure it was plugged in.
"Use this."

She stared at it with glazed eyes, not really comprehending. "Huh? What is
it?"

Gabriel flipped the switch, turning it on. "A vibrator. Lissa's favorite."

She held it awkwardly, not sure what to do with it. "It... it wouldn't
_fit_!"

Gabriel shook his head. "You just hold it against your clit."

She cautiously pressed the soft, buzzing head against her clit, then
moaned, tossing her head back and closing her eyes.

"No," Gabriel said, pressing the head of his cock against her ass. "Look at
me. I want you to see me as I fuck your ass."

She craned her head up, her eyes so wide he could see white all around.
"Ohhh..." she whimpered, half fear, half lust, and pulled her legs back
just a bit more, exposing herself for him.

Gabriel pressed, her asshole stretching slightly around the head of his
cock. "This is going to hurt, you know," he said, looking her in the eye.
"Convince me to do it."

"Ohhh fuck, please, please!" She gave a strangled moan. "Oh... oh god,
please do it, please, before I lose my nerve, oh god scared, scared... need
you..."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"F-fuck my ass. Take it." She shuddered. "Use me, take me... oh please..."

He grabbed her hips, holding them firmly, and shoved, just a bit, just
enough for the first inch of his dick to press suddenly into her ass. She
screamed as the head pushed past the tight little ring, and clenched down
around him. It was tight beyond belief, painfully so around the sensitive
end of his dick, and so hot it felt scalding. She squealed again, tossing
her head from side to side, and dropped the vibrator as her hands went to
the padded cover of the table, clawing at it. She seemed torn between
trying to push away and wanting to wrap her legs around him.

Looking down at her, seeing her writhing on the head of his dick, was too
much for him. His fingers dug into her hips, hard, and he shoved, burying
his cock in her ass and ripping a loud scream from her throat. He froze for
a moment, the agonized scream clearing some of the hot, red mist from his
head, but before he could do anything else, she wrapped her legs around his
waist, lifting herself and pressing up against him. Her eyes were open,
watching him, swimming with tears of pain, but still she pulled at him,
pulled herself to him, offering herself completely, begging him to take
her. He could feel the emotions swirling in her... the pain a hot red
current woven through everything, intensifying every other feeling. The
lust, temporarily dampened, but still there, waiting, building. The love,
unwavering. And the extreme, undeniable satisfaction of fulfilled need, of
a craving being satisfied.

Gabriel bent forward, grabbing her head and pulling it up, kissing her
violently enough that he could taste the blood where he broke the skin on
her lip as he pulled his cock out of her ass half-way, then shoved it back
in, hard. "_MINE_," he snarled, as he began to fuck her ass as hard as he
could. "_MINE_!"

Pandora screamed, then wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight, her
ass clenching around him, tightening against the intrusion. She kissed him
back, hard, then her head fell back, the long white line of her throat
broken only by the gleaming metal collar which molded to it like a second
skin.  She didn't know how to relax and make it easier, couldn't stop
herself from tensing, but the pain didn't keep her from trying to help him,
to make it better for him by shoving herself down on his cock, fucking him,
crying out with every hard stroke.

Gabriel bent his head, the collar flowing out of his way like water, and
bit, sharp fangs breaking the skin as he shoved his cock as deeply into her
ass as he could manage. The taste of her blood was like liquid fire, and he
redoubled his thrusts, slamming into her hard enough to leave bruises on
her ass cheeks. Her ass around his cock was better than anything he'd ever
felt, hotter, tighter, better than he'd ever dreamed, and the whimpering
noises she was making touched something down inside him, inflaming all his
possessive instincts, fanning them to a white heat, and his claws slid out,
piercing her skin to give him a better grip on her hips.

She went limp in his arms, totally unresisting, and when she did her ass
relaxed, letting him force the last couple of inches of his cock deep
inside of her. She held his head loosely in her arms, her throat arched and
offered to him, moaning softly.

Gabriel licked at the blood, feeling his entire cock surrounded by her ass.
"Come for me, pet. Come for me while I fuck your ass, your sweet, hot,
virgin ass. NOW!"

She whimpered, the pain overwhelming, and squirmed on his cock desperately.
But she could feel his pleasure, could feel his own building orgasm, and
he'd told her to come, ordered her to, and she couldn't disobey, not now,
not like that. It was hard, though, so hard with the hot, burning pain, but
her wet pussy was pressed against his stomach, and she could feel the blood
on her throat, and his cock was buried in her ass, and it was so hot, he
was fucking her so hard... Pandora screamed again, piercingly, and her ass
rippled along his cock, squeezing it like a hot, soft vise as she came,
rubbing her clit hard against his stomach, her nails digging into his
shoulders.

The feel of her ass rippling along his cock was like nothing he'd ever
felt, pushing him to the edge, and then her orgasm washed over him like a
tsunami, pushing him over, and he came, hard, his cock buried completely in
her ass, blood running down her hips where his claws were sunk into her
flesh. He kissed her, hard, her blood smeared over his lips, forcing his
tongue into her mouth as he came in her ass.

She screamed once more, clutching at him, every muscle in her body tense,
vibrating, then collapsed into a limp, shaking, quivering mass of
over-sensitive, over-strained flesh. She was completely incoherent,
overwhelmed, and just  barely conscious.

Gabriel shuddered, still buried in her ass, and then swallowed. Licking his
lips, he carefully withdrew his claws, placing his hands on the table to
hold himself up, trying his hardest not to move his cock. "My god...." he
said.

She lay there, eyes half-closed, and groaned quietly.

"Are... are you okay?" he asked, swallowing. "Did I..."

She reached for him, placing one shaking hand against his chest, her
fingers caressing before her hand fell away tiredly. "Fine," she said, her
voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm... fine. You... it... perfect. Just
what... what I needed... oh!" She cried out sharply as twitching muscles
played havoc with abused flesh.

Gabriel winced in sympathy. "Um... I need to pull out. It's... probably
going to hurt." He hesitated. "Did I... hurt you too badly?"

She closed her eyes, jaw tensed. "Go ahead. It..it's okay. I needed this, I
really did."

Gabriel hesitated, then took a deep breath. "Okay... ready?" He started to
pull out, slowly.

Pandora whimpered, then gritted her teeth. "Just... just _do_ it. Get it
over with, please!"

Gabriel nodded, and pulled his cock out of her ass in one quick motion.

She gasped, then drew her legs up to her chest, shuddering.

Gabriel bit his lip. "Are... you okay?"

She straightened, tucking her elbows under her and trying, shakily to sit
up. "Gabriel... I'm _fine_. I... please, just... I need you to hold me
right now, that's all."

Gabriel reached out, picking her up and holding her to his chest. "I need
to hold you."

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