Oh, he knew alright. The magical power of his third eye allowed him to see truths. He could see illusions as they were and sense falsehoods told to him. It also let him connect assumptions easier that someone tried to conceal.

He knew how his touch effect people and could guess what was going on in her body.

Needle like teeth skimmed her neck, small little nips as his fingers spiraled against the walls of her body while his thumb teased her cut clit.

In the midst of all this he shocked her again. There was a little grin upon his features as he conentrated on the skeletal hands that pulled her legs apart so he could get at her easier.


But as skeletal hands grasped her securely aanother one was being enticed from beneath her body directly beneath her assm a bony finger pressing against her ass then inserted itself inside her.

He could feel the press of that finger invading her through the thin veil of flesh that parted her holes.

He had not asked her name then, he simply grasped her head as his mouth left her neck delivering a shock straight to her head as the last of that energy was discharged.

Kite writhes and wails, pain and pleasure cascading through her, she is the sort to treat them both the same, but they are distinct and separate sensations. Dragged wide, she tries to fight, invaded further, she tries to bear down to force him out, whether finger or bone. Both are futile. Both continue anyway. Though its noticeable that she struggles to force him out of her, not to pull herself away. Even like this, she does not want to run, but to fight, and win.

Though an electric shock directly to her brain sends her body completely slack, scream cut off in a gurgle as she falls briefly unconscious.

His fingers drew out of her then with her unconsciousness and he suckled on those fingers tasting her essence as he gazed at her. He had not continued when she was out of it, that would be no sun after all so he had used the time to summon object after object setting them off to the side. He knelt beside her unconscious body, the boney finger extracting itself from her ass as he slapped her still bleeding cheek soft as if trying to rouse her.

With each contact of his palm against her flesh more of that chemical seeped into her pours.

Hey, you didn't tell me your name yet. He chuckle, waited until he stirred her then bent down grazing her sides with his claws as they scratched but did not cut her. His pointed teeth nibbled on her nipple as he gazed up into her face as he bite down.

He did not care if she was deriving any plasure from this, he simply wanted the pleasure of his touch to esclate further until he befuddled her senses completely.

His mouth came away from that tit, his fingers finding then playing with that nipple as he grinned at her. I hardly think you are ready to tell me your name. Let me guess. It's not Rapunzenle or Rumplestilskin. Does it begin with and R?

Kite is slow to wake. It takes a lot to lay her out, and the unconsciousness is similarly hard to dislodge.

Name? She was in the grips of one of these creatures and it wanted her name?

Memory filled in the gaps as wakefulness asserted itself. Oh yeah.

"i've given you lots of names. Don't tell me your kind don't collect them?" It wasn't the answer he wanted, and she knew it. He wanted the name on the files she could actually be -identified- by. But she had many names, and none. An excellent thought to hold to while driven further and further towards lustful madness. "An 'R'? A few of them do. Revenge. Revelation."

No, no, your real name. How else will I find you again? Unless of course you are not intersted in trying your hand to best me when the odds aren't so skewered ...

He grinned, his third eye assisting to gauge the truth in her words as his hands went to her nipples, tweaking then as he twisting those nipples in his hands while he flooded her senses with more of the lust full drug. Some of the hands moved awau as he stradled her chest to get a better hold of those orbs.

Leaming over her he brought his tongue behind the coral of her ear, nibbling at that earlobe then whispering into her ear.

That's alright if you are afraid of the truth … that you cannot win ….

A skeletal hand moved between her thighs then at his mental command rubbing against her clit in quick circular motions.

"Haven't got one. Weren't you listening at the 'stray cat' part, kriomang? If you're too stupid to find this face in that warren of mewling children, then if you actually get me taken to your fantasyland you'll be dead too quick for me to enjoy killing you."

Well, she certainly believed what she was saying, enough that as he whispered and licked at her ear, as she failed to stifle a lustful moan, the sensations starting to overwhelm, she twisted her head sharply to bash her forehead against his, it was a weak headdbutt with what little leverage she had from her position, but it made her position clear.

Everyone has a name … actually you are my first student interaction … well second, the other was cast in the arena. I do like a good fight where the playing field is a little more equal …

I had hope to identify you quicker for getting you a stint at the arena sometime but we both know how hollow your words are … you talk the big talk -

He growled as she head butted his his head snapping back for unlike a humaoid that had a forehead he didn't really hadn't had much of one given his third eye he hissed and while she did not have the leverage to actually hurt him he back handed her then in a bout of anger. He then grabbed her tits and squuezed, squeezed hard enough for his claws to brake the skin there as he glared down at her, his eye smartng more then any thing else.

Kite laughs as he flinches back, though it gets cut off by a strangled cry as he hit back and his claws pierce her breasts, her breathing ragged as she pants out, "Yeah, i talk the big talk, and i'd make a 'you'll shoot your eye out' joke, but i -hate- that fuckin movie."

She was hurting, badly. Thankfully it'd been lots of small wounds so she wasn't down all that much blood, but she was only losing more as things went on. And the lustful cravings were getting stronger andd stronger. harder to deny. harder to resist... but no. He might have defeated her physically, but he would not break her will. He would NOT have the satisfaction of hearing her beg, or of her giving him her name.

Gersham glared at her with all three of his eyes, obviously not amused by the student. He said nothing then letting the peleasure and pain mix together as more of that insidious drug made it's way into her as he squeezed and rubbed he breasts as his claws pierced her skin, rolling against those orbs.

The skeletal hand pressed a tip of a finger in the gash on her clit deliberately flicking inside the wound as he leaned down and bite her shoulder, hard enough to draw blood but not deep enough to draw too much blood.

He got off her then after a moment looking over some of the tools that he had summoned earlier.

Bending he picked up the leather bound whip, gazed at her as if analyzing where to target then began, cracking it against a thigh, then the other, alternating between the two with hard unrestrained lashes.

More screams, but screams were cheap, animal cries of pleasure or pain, the two were ever one and the same.

"Typical of a man," she taunts haggardly between strangled, spasming wails. "Noc lue what to do with a woman who's more than just a mewling quim but hit her."

She wanted him angry. She wanted him frustrated. Every pleasure she could deny him was a joyous rapture, a victory, however small, however painful, however jeuvenile, however pointless. Still victory.

"Put your back into it! i've pissed on the graves of people who hit harder than that!" Of course, that wasn't to say her tendency to constantly try to escalate things didn't get her in way over her head. And lost in lustful fog, one lust was much the same as another.

Physical torture was more Esper's thing but he had more inventive ideas. He halted whipping her for a moment, then grinned as tossed the whip casually aside, his third eye letting him see her intesnsions or rather making it easier for him to work out.

I was merely loosening up the muscles to make the next bit far more easier but very well, we can skip that step.

He summoned six needles in his hand each filled with a clear liquid he walked forward. That mocking grin returning as he drop down to his knees, brushed a spot ne nad been whip and trace along the jagged welt until he was brushing over her vein.

His hand took on of the needle, jammed it into her thigh and depressed it directly into her vein.

A dilute chemical I concocted in my youth, however the more of it flowing through your veins the more it will burn ...

e explained as a mild warmt swept through her veins as her heart pumped the liquid through her veins. One or two, she should feel on a slight discomfort and it got progressively worse after that.

He stroked her other thigh then did the same before stradling her chest again rubbing his hand against a breast then moving his attention to her left arm, considering where he was going to place the next injection.

The injection itself didn't hurt enough to get a reaction compared to the cacophony of pains already in Kite's body, though the sudden heat, noticeably different from that of the lust and excitement.

"And this fire's supposed to scare me when the one you hurled through the air didn't?" Of course she had to gasp out more bravado. Unable to recover enough to try to fight back physically, she had to attack any way she could, so any breath not turned into a curse was wasted. But her arm shivers in his hand. The conflicting cocktail surging through her body was taxing her beyond what she could hold up against for very long while this exhausted and anemic. But she had.. had to fight... to the very last breath.

Oh, I don't expect you to fear this, not until next time … see, right now the effects are unknown to you so you can't fear it. Next time you will fear it ...

He grinned as her found a spot on her bicep and used one of the syringes, discarding it as he had discarded the syringe once he had depressed the fluid inside her, the burning sensation the equivalent to holding one's hand over a lighter.

It only grew when he injected her other arm then he grinned at her as the consant effects swam through her, burning. It had been a long time since he used these but for a moment he lost his cool. Now his hand rolled against one of her tits, his arousing touch playing with her even now.

By the third, she'd stopped talking. With the fourth, whimpering, she can't hide how much it hurts. It hurts. It burns... fire once more in her veins but it wasn't her fire, but his, and it burned at her mind as well as her body.

"There's plenty... that i know... and still don't fear" she pants out, but even she can hear how hollow her bravado is. She clings desperately to her hate to control herself through the pain and lust, her body convulsing lewdly in the bony grip of the skeletal hands, writhing desperately but she couldn't.. she couldn't give in....

Gersham smirked. Yes, there are still things that you don't know but you will come to fear them my dear, your name?

He could hear her voice wavering though he still had not expected an answer as he took one of the remaining needles after caressing her nipple, rubbing it in soft circles then injecting that liquid straighe into her nipple setting fire throughout her body. He grinned as her rubbed he other nipple. Shall I? Your name my dear, your real name ...

He paused long enough for the question to take route as this fire straeamed through her, burning as if she was standing a few feet away from a camp fire, to close to the flames though not to get burnt yet not far enough away to be protecteded by that heat. He still wasn't expecting much, not really as he gave her a few seconds to curse, to lash out against him before injecting her once more if she had not complied this time in the other nipple.