“There is no way to prevent it either. What you can do now is just this: embrace it. All the little perversions that have gathered behind your dam of self deception can break loose. So to the outside world you can stay Pia, the good girl, while I will remain the only one that knows about your secrets… A rapist cannot betray its victim…”

"You monster! The only reason no one knows except you is that you won't let me tell! Quit talking like.. Oh.. Oh my God..Ahhh!"

It had started. Monstrous cocks pressed against her tight openings, who slowly, slowly gave away to accept their entrance. Her cunt was the most accommodating, being helped by Pia's unwilling arousal. Her anal opening was slower in yielding, and thus hurt more. But yield it did, due to the lubricating slime and sheer force. Soft, wet flesh covered the alien limbs.

“I will fuck you hard, like all good girls desire it…”
Pia's body was ground against the rack by the force of the thrusts. Each stroke brought a grunt from Pia. She flexed her fingers, desperate to find something to hold on to. She bit down on the leather of the rack.

Of course it was an evil trick, but like a good general, Thorak planned several moves ahead, while restraining Pias possible counterreactions at the same time. The human society, its moral codex... all this was something to hold on, something that could keep you grounded, when the world around you falls apart, while a wave of pleasure threatens to drag you away. What will other people say if i take pleasure of it? I cannot allow myself to fall this deep...
But what if this is taken away frome someone, because no one will ever know. What if this is a wooden plank that is just not in place, when Pia will try to grab for it? Instead it would be a tempting weight, taking her with it into the depth, comforting her, while drowning her in her own pleasures... No one will ever know...
It was really a dirty trick. Of course Thorak used it. Even if he halfway expected Pias reaction. But the knowledge had been seeded, the plank had been turned into a weight... No one will ever know.

And now this thing was fucking her, and like this... she wouldn't have witnessed it before. Long, strong, demanding strokes, every thrust as if it was a witness to the claim "You are mine... You belong to me". As if it was a primal male effort to conquer her.
Of course it was dangerous, but also... arousing to the alien.
It had seeded the little corruptions already last time, when it took her to her first orgasm. It had watched her, it had studied her. And now the alien was pretty sure. Pia was a girl who liked to be taken hard, who even had some little fantasies about it, even if she could never admit, because good girls just don't have such. But working the fantasies of a girl... this usually leads to much stronger orgasms than just the purely bodily experience she had last time. Because sex was in fact not just a matter of the body. It was what you expected from it, it was what you desired from it... it was in fact more a matter of mind, than it was of the body at all. But according Pia...Thorak could also be wrong. It was a game, and like every game you can also lose. Which made it so arousing.

It was completely different to the time when Thorak took her first, because that time he abused his ability to stimulate her g-spot to bring her to orgasm, which Thorak basically considered cheating.
Of course the alien did it again.
But this time... it felt different. As soon as the alien penises, driven by demanding strokes that made her belly bulge, were completely inside, pushing against her cervix with every thrust, the penile limbs started to massage the tiny, spongy area again. But this time... it was massaged from both sides. Considerable pressure from the anal side, and coherent stimulatons in her vagina would reap the benefits soon, when the weak spot was reacting to the aliens stimulations.

But nevertheless it felt so different... This time it was as if the long strong strokes of the alien were the larger control wheel of an ancient radio, which was used to find the sender, while the stimulations on her g-spot were the slight turnings at the smaller wheel, that adjusted the quality, until there was no rustling in the channel anymore. The alien took her hard. The penis was driven in and out with arrogating force, making her hear slurping and smacking sounds with every movement, while the alien kept her at clear reception for the pleasure, by turning at the little wheel.

And then the creature found a classic sender playing Wagner. Valkyries ride. How matching. While the Hammer of Thorak pounded into her.

The wood of the rack made small creaky noises in time with the reaming of Pia's body, but she paid it no heed.

Deep moans mixed with short gasps for air escaped Pia's throat. Her openings, both her openings, were filled to their limits. The size of the two members, the tightness of her vagina and anal opening. It all made her feel every movement, every inch of the alien cocks in perfect detail. Her g-spot, every sensitive crease of her inner chamber, all very being rubbed and stimulated. And the penile limbs, manipulating her with fiendish skill, even their tiniest movement caused waves of sensation to ripple through her body.
Her body adapted, her cunt was no longer merely wet, it was soaked. Each thrust was met with a little more of her juices, each stroke made a sound a little more wet than the last.

It was not that she did no longer feel pain from the brutal invasion of her body, but the pain was now just one part of a sea of sensation. A sea about to rise in a tidal wave. The heady mixture of bodily sensations was about to force her to an early peak. In fact, had she been free to do so, she would have put her hands between her legs and brought herself release right there. Instead she was at the mercy of the creature that was taking her. Not that she had to wait long. Her impending orgasm was building up so strong, so sudden, it felt like a separate entity ready to seize her body any second.

"Aaah! Aaahh! Oh, my, oh! It's..no..Ohhhh! Ahhh.." Pia's fevered moans and pleas made little sense. Indeed, she was hardly aware she was making them at all.

OOC: Maybe we should ask to have this one moved to the Gymnasium?

Of course the alien noticed the quick reaction of Pias body. So it had been right. The deep male pride of having assessed her correctly as a girl that desired hard fucks, and the contendness of fucking her in this primeval male way... they added to the aliens arousal that was already immense. She had shown him the strength, the unbelievable bliss that rewarded the one that gave into the human orgasm, which was one of the last remaining things of hundreds of male minds, that now cried in unison "Fuck her deep".
It was with her when the creature allowed himself for the first time to climb so high onto the peak of pleasure, that there seemed to be no other way down, than letting itself fall. Like humans did. With her it was not just a releasing of seed... it was a fuck. And this was the peak it wanted to reach again. It wanted to cum in her. Not once. Twice. Uncounted times.It wanted to fuck her. And it did. So hard.

"Your secret is exposed to me Pia. No way to hide it now. You dream of hard long cocks that take you hard, to the limit..."

With every push there was the cracking noise of the racks forelegs. Would they hold? Who cares. The two tentacles that grew at the base of each penis squirmed, twitched and twisted, sending rubbing sensations through her clit, and over her buttocks, while the long thick shafts thrusted into the soaking holes, exposing her clit every time the alien withdrew, and sucking it with it into her, every time the alien thrusted.

"Nothing can happen, Pia. You took care for that. And no one will ever know, because i won't tell and you can't. Tonight all your fantasies can become fulfilled."

There was the pulse again, and then another one. Strong pulses that started in the aliens body, that seemed to come out of its deepest depths. They ran though the penises into her anus and pussy, until they were released as a thobbing that hit her cervix and the bakside of her g-spot. They were dry, not carrying any seed just yet, but Pia would know that these were the first signs of the aliens own orgasm. The creature wanted to cum in her. Like a man just wants to do it.

"You can let yourself fall into this pit of desires usually forbidden, and fear nothing. Because, tomorrow you can walk head held high through the school, while those stupid girls just don't have a clue, how deep you can really go..."

The aliens leathery claws at her waist grabbed harder, pulled harder, every time the cocks pushed into her: the rack creaked and squeaked. And there were more sensations. Tentacles had found a way beneath the top of her uniform, were sensible at her back and at her breasts, as the things that felt like oversized slimy long tongues pushed forcefully into the gap between her breasts, and the fabric of her top, that already clung to her sweaty body, pressed against it by the force with which she was bond to the rack. They squirmed, and it felt as if they were squeezing the fleshy globes, simply due to the pressure with which they were pressed against the rack.

"You wan't to be bound? You want to be whipped? You want to to the bound crucified by shackles to the hig bar and fucked hard while hanging there? All possible, and it will have no backdraws. Nothing to care about, because my seed can't harm you anymore."

It was a lie. Of course it had backdraws. For Pias mind, for her self perception. But that was something the alien didn't tell. It just fucked her, making the rack tremble with every insanely strong push. Now every push met a word in her head.

" You... can... just... let... yourself... fall..."

The cracking of the rack became foreboding...

Pia was like a taut membrane, absorbing and responding to each minute movement like an eardrum responds to sound waves. The thrusts, the way she was groped by the tentacles, the throbbing of Thorak's dry heaving set her on the edge, as her body prepared itself for the aliens inevitable peak.
She doubted it would come before her. Pia felt like a living, white fire, like a volcano about to erupt. Nothing could stop her body from the coming moment of ecstasy.

Pia no longer paid any heed to the words of her tormentor. Truth to be told, she did not care about what he thought of her at all, his words and mind games some irrelevant noise compared to the force of the physical sensations.
Does it ever stop talking?

"Are. You. Here to fuck or..Oh my! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Pia came with a deep, primal scream. It was a strong, fast orgasm. Pure instinct, pure greed for sensation made Pia thrust her lower body against the monster as far as she was able. For one long, blessed moment nothing mattered to Pia but her own exstacy.

"... to talk". Thats what she wanted to say.

Thorak was basically a classic case of split... well in his case rather shattered personality. There were so many pieces, absorbed from so many men and other beings, that an insane mosaic creator would have had work for the rest of his life, creating awful pictures of Thoraks self. But there was something more.
There was a dark spot within each and every mosaic that pictured Thorak. Like a maelstrom, like an abyss that would threaten to drown the onlooker, and tear him apart at the same time. It showed the original creature as it was formed to the will of the dark gods of a galaxy far away. It was the real creature that was Thorak. The mosaic creator was insane for a reason.

When talking… it was this part that talked to the victims. Because it thrived control, it desired the absolute shattering of a soul, so its gods, and eventually its offsprings, could feast on the negative feelings like shame, disgust, self pity and even more delicious… self hatred. Mind tricks were part of this original aliens libido. It couldn’t stop even if it wanted.
And letting the girl cum first was an expression of the control the alien exerted. The alien loses the race, just so the girl could realize that it was no race at all, but a cruel hunt, a hunt for her, and she had just gotten herself caught in a terrible trap.
Ironically it was even some sort of a convention to the human pop culture: The girl cums first, and then the alien shoots his seed. Hentai rule number 1.

This was the control the alien thrived on.

But there was a problem. The original alien was somewhat like a terrible, conscient horse, a war horse that was bred by nightmares, which had its own drives well under control, while the shards of the mindsets of the different male creatures it had devoured, were its riders. They were bound to the horse, essentially part of it already, who, though they enjoyed the ride thoroughly, were basically nothing else then passive guests at all.

And then the Thoraks species decided it was time to descend upon the humans.

It was as if there was a new rider bound to the horses back, and while the others were relatively calm, this one was giddy, nervous… vibrant. Somehow it felt as if it actually wanted to be bound to the back, while at the same time it couldn’t accept to take only such a passive role. It wanted to ride the horse, instead of just being carried. As the nightmarish steed now stopped taunting the poor Pia, as it began to concentrate on the “race track” again… it realized that a specific rider had busted its shackles, gotten off the horse, and begun to carry it through the shrubs towards the finish. It would stop, if it could, grab the rebellious rider, and put it on its back again. But its legs weren’t even touching the floor anymore. The horse had become the rider*

The alien, the insane dark mosaic spot that is, was swept away by a wave of lust, and that was something only Pia managed to accomplish. If the alien could think further in the moment, it would probably compare the circuit training track with a set of experiments, which would probably allow it to ascertain how she managed to do it. Yet the alien was not in control anymore. The drives were, and they just figured that it was a wonderful prospect, because there was still so much to do.

Push after push went into her, there was a creaking, gargling sound that escaped the aliens throat, a sign of the aliens lust, so different, so alien, yet also on a deep universal male base, so understandable. It was fucking Pia, and her orgasm made her pussy honeying on the aliens dick. Couldn’t get any better than that.

Thrust after thrust made the rack creak, made it groan with physical stress, and each push carried a pulse, a dry one, a herald of the upcoming aliens orgasm. The aliens claws on her waist were so tight… held her so firm…

Then the alien came. A pulse like none before carried a wave of hot liquid through the both cocks and deep into Pia. She felt it gush against her cervix, felt it fill her intestines, and then she felt it again. And again. Wave after wave filled her, while a rustling alien groan was audible behind her.

The alien filled her with liquid, better not to think about what the liquid was carrying.



* If you doubt that the sex drive of hundreds of males could make a man carry a horse, consider Sigmund Freud.

Pia had little understanding right then and there of what thoughts and deeper processes were happening in her captor's mind. She was much more caught up in the physical. The orgasm had hit her hard, and fast. She was not yet quite finished with her peak of ecstasy as she sensed the alien's reaction. It grip became firmer, its thrust a bit more uncontrolled. And then she could feel something happening deep inside it, something that gave the members reaming her body an almost throbbing, pulsing quality. She recognized this from their previous meeting.
Oh my! It's gonna..
The creature ejaculated inside her. The milky fluid filled her cunt, washed over the walls of her tight vagina. The member embedded in her anus erupted likewise. Penile limbs squirmed inside her, swimming in an ocean of fluids, hers and the monster's. As the creature fucked her, the excess semen spilled out of both openings, small trickles running down the insides of her thighs.

Had this been with a male of her choosing, she might have felt something akin to pride, a touch of satisfaction of receiving such a tactile proof of her ability to please. As the situation was, only the haze of her own orgasm kept her from screaming in horror.

As things was, she had no chose but to allow the last of her own orgasm ride her as the being fucking her rode its own.
"Ahhh-ahhhhh-Hnnnnnnn!", Pia's voice was strained, moaning in pace with the alien groans of her rapist and the creaks of the abused wood beneath her.

With every thrust of the alien, its movements lost in impact, until the last long stroke entered Pias body with a long smacking noise. The sound itself was a witness to her own wetness, and the massive amounts of seed that had been poured into her.
A shiver ran through the aliens frame, like the last remainder of an alien lust, like a frost that ran down the aliens spine, and, due to the trembling movements of the alien genitals, also into Pia.
The last pulse faded, and nothing else but dry pulses massaged her inner folds, and her anal cavity now. The alien exhaled. It was an expression of a released tension, that had long been held back.

"Aaaahhh... i needed that. You want to know how it feels?..."

The aliens frame bowed, its genitals still buried deep in Pia, until the facial tentacles squirmed all over neck and the collar of her uniform. Hot breath blowed onto Pias hairline, and she could almost feel the drying effect it had on the sweaty skin of her neck, as the alien continued.

"...It felt as if you bent over the kitchen table for a quicky, because we weren't able to contain ourselves after such a long time of sexual abstinence..."

A thick wet thing, hot like the breath, touched Pias scruff of the neck, and began to move upwards her sensitive spine, until it reached the hairline. It was no tentacle, too wet, too warm... it had to be the aliens tongue that now feasted on the salty, sweaty skin of Pias neck. And then again. It savoured her taste, and at the same time gave her this... tngly sensation that forms, when something moves upwards the back of the neck slowly.

"...and just so both could stand the tension for the real fuck that follows. Now we can finally calm down for some tender loving, with a foreplay... affectionate caresses of the mutual secondary sexual characteristics, and then... a climax that would seek its comparison. Circuit Training goes counter clockwise, as you well know.... And to the left... you see..."

There were the climbing ropes, three of them, and beneath them, the giant blue mattress, which should prevent the girls from hurting themselves in case they fell.

"What do you think?. Some tender loving on the giant bed, and then, when you almost can't contain your desire anymore... i will bind your hands with the ropes and fuck you while standing, pressing you against the wall with each thrust that shakes your formidable tits?"

The trusting slowed down. Pia's moans turned into small, mewling noises. It was over, but she knew it was only for a few minutes. Even if the alien had not stated its intentions, she remembered from past experience how enduring it was, how easily it recovered.

Now that she was not being fucked, not being forced into an unwilling orgasm, she became more aware of the other sensations, such as the feeling of its tongue and tentacles on her skin. She twisted and squirmed in response, a reflective attempt to get away. Her body rewarded her efforts with pain.
During the ordeal, she had exerted herself quite a bit, and the muscles in her arms and leg hurt from it. She knew she had to get loose.

The blue mattress? Sounded better than being tied up any more.
She nodded her agreement. "OK.. just please let me loose.. I think I am getting a cramp or something. Please?", she said on a small pleading voice, hating herself for agreeing with the monster.

The alien withdrew from her body with a sucking noise, as if a boot that was previously sunken deep in a swamp, was pulled out forcefully. Then the creature circled the rack, and with nimble tentacular movements it removed the skipping ropes that bound Pias limbs to the rack. It didn't stop while doing so, and so Pia would witness the aliens still erect genital for a few fleeting movements only.It was still dripping seed from its tip and making a mess on the floor of the gymnastics hall, while the creature circled the rack. Then it was done. It was standing behind the rack, Pia would be sure by the breathing noises behind her, and by the creepy orange light that luminated the space in front of her.

"You are cramping already. When a woman has an orgasm, her cervix will cramp unvoluntarily for hours after the sex. To suck more seed into your womb. Do you see now how futile your resistance is? Even your body works against you Pia."

There was no effort to hold her. There was no tentacle, no claw that grabbed her. She just lay on the rack, breathing, while the alien stood behind her. It could have restricted her. It could have carried her over to the blue matress. Yet it was not doing so. And it would already be obvious why.

"I have been in your room while you slept. I saw the pictures of Bergen and Oslo on your table, while your beautiful frame breathed calmly, raising the bedsheet with every breath you took. You know... you are so cute when you sleep, i could barely hold onto me when i saw you lying there. Like the sleeping beauty. But now that you know i have been there Pia... you realize probably that there is no way out for you. So you know what comes now. You walk over to the mattress because you accept your fate. Or you try to run, but you know how this will end. I am directly behind you already."

Humans like to put an importance in gestures, and as such the alien demand to walk on her own, like a convicted on its way to the executioners axe, was another trick. It would put more weight on the act, than it had in itself.

"But you may take your time. If you want you can also crawl."

Pia let out a sigh of relief as Thorax let her loose from the ropes. A small mercy, perhaps, but at least she could move her hands and legs again. She put one hand against the other, rubbing her skin. There were red marks where the ropes had been pressed against her skin, evidence of her struggles.

So the creature had been in her room. She had kind of expected it, especially during the first days after the first attack, when she would wake up several times, expecting the familiar, yet dreaded shape hovering over her bed. Maybe she had, come to think of it, but the memories had merged with the vague, uneasy dreams she often had.
"Why..why did you not just attack me there?", she asked. "It would have been easy for you. You could have had me every night of the week."

Not waiting for an answer, Pia slid inelegantly of the rack. She knew her options. Easy enough, because there seemed to be only one.
I am in no shape to run. It would catch me, anyway. I need to recover my strength, somehow, if I am ever to escape..

Pia walked towards the mattress, unsteady at first as the blood returned to her limbs. Thinking she might need them later, she took of her raincoat, blouse and bra. She was now nude, except for her socks and sneakers.

Slowly, hesitantly, she got up on the blue mattress, positioning herself in a sitting position, facing the monster, covering her breasts with her arms.
"G- go slowly on me..", she said, her voice and eyes pleading."I-I don't think I have the strength yet..I-I'll.."

Why didn’t he attack just then? The answer was neither a simple nor a long one. The thing craved fear and self hatred. It was an abomination, and no human being could ever accept to please it of free will. They had to be forced, because that was what deep inside the original alien form desired, they had to enjoy it, because that would make them doubt themselves. And then… they had to be drawn into the maelstrom that took them down on the level where Torak resided.
To the creature the desperation of a woman who accepted, who let go, knowing well how much she would hate herself afterwards, tasted just as sweet as her fear in the moment she saw it first. But unlike fear, self pity, and desperation, were emotions that lasted. And all this because it made them think it was inevitable. Deep inside the alien loved to be evil. That’s why it didn’t just attack her.

And now it approached her slowly, and knelt in a complex motion before the blue mattress. A giant claw stroke gently above her face, while the hideous alien grimace came closer and closer. Looking into the burning eyes was as if one stared into the radioactive heart of a planet, yet even though they seemed to be made of an eternal fire, they were nevertheless cold. Like a maelstrom that threatened to tear her down to the cold and bottomless pit that was the creatures soul.

The creature leaned forward, until the terrible mouth tentacles, already sputtering slime all over Pias gentle face, were almost touching her tender lips. A giant claws, large enough to encompass her waist on its own, pushed her back into a lying position, while the terrible frame followed the movement. In the end, she would be lying on the mattress, the mouth tentacles just an inch away from her lips, the burning gaze and the head so close, filling her sight completely.

“You will have to learn how to bring yourself to please me, and the first lesson is a simple kiss”


(OOC: Happy birthday Pia)

OOC: Thank you! I am glad to see you back!)

Pia felt sick as the creature lowered its face towards hers, tentacles squirming. Giving in to its demands sounded easy.
One kiss? Better than being raped, right?
Wrong!
Pia found that she could not do it. She simply could not. This creature had tried this before, and she had actually harmed it to avoid it, even if she had known it would enrage it.
Deep down, she knew she had to draw a line somewhere, even if she was powerless to enforce her will.
Harnessing courage she did not really possess, she tried showing the hideous face away with her hand.
"No!", she protested. "You cant make me do that!"

"Please! Don't make me do that! I-I'll take your cocks again! I-I'd rather.. You can fuck me in the mouth.. My breasts, I'll stroke you with my hands.."
Pia just hoped her captor would be reasonable to be bargained with.

He couldn't make her do that, and that was actually the catch in the whole demand. She had to do it by herself, fully conscious. It was the last sexual practice the creature hadn't invaded: The practice of kissing. And it knew, because it had devoured a quite knowledgeable guy once, from a factual, cold perspective, why she couldn't do it.

Before the humans even developed the concept of upright standing, the ancestors fed each other with the mouth, and this habit, though utterly meaningless to the act of procreation itself, became a kiss during the aeons. But this meant that a kiss was a sign of utter and complete trust, as if one wanted to say "I trust you, nothing that would harm me can come from your mouth". But that was nothing one would think, when looking at spastically twitching and twisting mouth tentacles. What Thorak demanded was just this... impossible.

And this brought the creature in quite a predicament, because in fact Pia was not just a rod of iron to a skilled weaponsmith. She drew a line, she reacted and kept her own will. Forming her was not a craftsmanship, but an art... a game. And Thorak had just made his move much too early. But he couldn't back up. "Kiss me"..."No"..."Ok..." was out of question.

Because he was the rapist. He had to keep his face. He had to exact control about her, he should demand and she should follow. Thorak couldn't just back out now. But forcing the kiss corporeally upon her was impossible also, because it would rob him of the only indication, that he had left open to signify her final fall to him. Whithout this indicator he would always have to second guess, never knowing for sure, always keeping her on the short leash.

He had made his move to fast, and like a chess player recognizing an error in his own moves he reacted with, yet, hidden frustration. But there was no way back, the only option left open for him was to storm forward now.

The tactile sensations would feel gentle now, the tentacles on Pias nude frame were stroking her tenderly, the creatures claws glid over her nude body, while its mouth nuzzled Pias neck and a giant glaw glid about her hair, caressing it playfully. All the movements were that of a lover, the strength of the aliens appendages hidden, yet still sensible like an invisible threat. But al this tenderness... it made it even more terrible.

"You are at the brink of a maelstrom Pia. It has picked you up already, and there is no one that can help you out of it. And deep down... at the very bottom, where the raging wall of water connects with the ground, you see me. It can be a long and painful struggle downwards, even if you already see that the end is always the same, but when you take the long road... you will reach it as a crooked person, your very essence shattered, nothing but another breeding slave to me. But i give you the opportunity to jump. You can prove yourself worthy to become a hive queen one day. You just have to exert the strength by yourself... Kiss me, and entwine your tongue with mine..."

But even if Pia wanted it... it would feel impossible. Pure revulsion would hold her back, lock her jaw, as if the creature had demanded to swallow a snake. Her body would scream "Danger... don't touch it... Keep it away from your mouth". To do it would require a fully conscious decision. And the creature knew that. It was horrible.

Pia dug her heels into the mattress and used her legs and hands to slide away from the creature, turning her face away whenever a tentacle was getting too close to her head.
It was futile, she knew the alien beast was stronger and faster than her, but her nature being what it was, she could not do nothing.
She was not imperious to the caresses it bestowed upon her body. Something deep inside her, some part of her psyche she had only recently begun to explore, responded very well to the combination of fear and physical stimulation.
Not that she was aroused. Even if Pia, unknown to herself, possessed an above avarege sexual endurance, she was still quite worn from the violations she had been subjected to minutes before.

This was not about sex, however. Not directly, anyway. This was about submission. The seemingly banal act of a kiss had somehow been transformed into a symbol of something greater. Ironically, his own word helped Pia understand.

"... you will reach it as a crooked person, your very essence shattered, nothing but another breeding slave to me. But i give you the opportunity to jump. You can prove yourself worthy to become a hive queen one day. You just have to exert the strength by yourself... Kiss me, and entwine your tongue with mine..."

So, I rejected the first time he tried to kiss me, and then I rejected the chance to be his brood mate. So if he can make me accept the first, he think I will accept the second?
"I-I think I made my position on being a brood mare clear already! And won't kiss you.. I said what I won't and will already!"
The word were braver in intent than in performance, as her was was quite weak and shaky.