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Bahre
I claimed my female again. Bathed her. Fed her. Held her as she slept. When my beast demanded his freedom, she would laugh, open her arms, and squeal with joy as my beast pushed her up against the wall and f****d her over and over.
We were well pleased. I had used the S-Gen machine in the corner of the room to request a vibrant green Atlan-style gown for Quinn. Once I’d shown her how to scan her body proportions and use the controls, she had quickly figured out how to order anything and everything imaginable. Items for her hair. Strange brushes and other lotions and colorants to put on her face. She had created a pair of green shoes, with the sexy-as-f**k high heels, to go with the dress. I would never look at those sharp points as anything but weapons again. Fierce pride cours
