Deviants

Mandrill was still naked as he lay on his cot, one leg bent, resting his head on one hand, stroking his organ with the other, jerking himself off with the remnants of Moira's soiled panties. His prison clothes were stained with semen as they lay islimslimy heap nearby.

Moira MacTaggart was in front of the sink, the mirror wiped clean with Mandrill's garments (which he found, to Moira's chagrin, mildly amusing) as she cleaned and groomed herself up. Using the contents of her pocketbook, she spent several minutes wiping the sweat and sex from her body using water from the sink, reapplying her makeup and brushing her hair.

She was grateful that her clothes were unwrinkled and unsoiled, no evidence of their sexual congress. Her underwear was a different matter, as Mandrill would attest (He can keep that bloody underwear!), but Moira was certain that no one would notice, provided she didn't flash anyone on the way to the airport. Finishing up the last of her grooming, she applied some perfume, hoping that it would hide the stench of their fucking.

Hide that horrible stench! Moira was ashamed of what she'd done. During the whole time she was grooming, it was difficult for her to look at herself in the mirror. Ever since she had her last orgasm, she hasn't uttered a single word. Above it all, she wasn't worried about leaving Alex to wait outside for so long. "The poor man must be climbing the walls by now," Moira thought to herself.

The whole time, Mandrill watched her, still stroking himself, a wide grin on his face. Moira paused what she was doing, slowly turning her head to him.

"What?" she said coldly, glaring at him.

"Bet you never thought you were coming in for a conjugal visit, eh Doc?"

Moira didn't respond, fuming at Mandrill for a moment before turning back to the mirror, washing the messy contents off her glasses. A minute later, she paused again to speak.

"Tell me, did ye even have the Legacy Virus within ye?" she asked as she stared into the mirror.

"How the hell would I know? I'm no doctor," Mandrill replied. "But I know that you're one, sweet thing. I got plans to take of, plans to gain more power, more respect. and I need you to help me on them."

Moira looked down at herself and slowly shook her head. "So this was all preplanned," she said in a defeated tone. "You were using me in more ways than one."

"Don't feel too bad, sweet thing," Mandrill grinned as he stroked himself. "You were a great fuck. And don't tell me you didn't enjoy it too."

"It was your pheromones," Moira said, almost as if to convince herself as well. "It was your bloody pheromones that made me do those things."

"You don't sound so sure about that," Mandrill chuckled.

Moira looked back at him, her anger flared, wanting to rip that smile of his face. "I hate you." she snarled.

"Get over it," Mandrill replied. "You and me are gonna be having lots of fun when you get me out of here."

Moira fought back the urge to cry. "Why me? And how did ye know so much about me?"

"Doesn't matter," said Mandrill. "I'm a part of you now. Get dressed or they're gonna be real suspicious soon."

Moira quickly got dressed, put on her glasses and gathered her pocketbook, sobbing quietly to herself the whole time. She gave herself a last look over in the mirror. More or less, she looked the same as she came in, but now, Moira felt her appearance was nothing more than a shell now, a mere visage, a reminder of who she was.

As she stepped out of the cell on her way to the door, Mandrill called out to her. "Oh, sweet thing?"

Moira stopped in her tracks a meter away from the door. She stood as still as a statue, clutching her pocketbook tightly, not wanting another look at that horrible monster.

"I was right about one thing," Mandrill growled. "Your ass did look good coming as it did going. Maybe next time, I can see how it looks with my dick inside it."

Moira gave a shudder. To her shock and surprise, it was more from thrill than disgust. After the pain, the shame, the humiliation, she allowed herself to stop resisting, to give in to the pleasures that awaited her.

"After all, it could be worse," Moira thought to herself as she took the last couple of steps towards the door. "Who knows, it might even be fun." she heard the voice inside her speak, a voice that was her own and yet it wasn't. The same voice that beckoned her to step into Mandrill's cell to be fucked over by him in the first place.

"Oh yes...it could be very fun," the voice said as Moira's lips curled into a small smile. "It could be very fun indeed."

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Alex Summers leaned against the wall beside the cell door, arms crossed. He hated himself for letting Moira go in alone, for leaving her alone with that monster. He gave a deep breath, his nerves solid. The silence of the corridor was driving him crazy.

"Just what the hell was taking her so long?" he thought to himself. He had wanted to barge in earlier, out of fear for Moira's safety, but he relented, against his better judgments. Now he wasn't so sure if he did the right thing or not.

How thankful he was when the cell door finally opened. Alex jumped at attention, turning to see Moira stepping out of the cell, closing and locking the door behind her. As she turned to face him, Alex felt that she seemed different to him now. She looked as though she was a stranger, so coolly placid was her tiny smile.
For a brief moment she stood there saying nothing.

"Moira?" Alex blinked. "Was everything okay? What did he want?"

Moira hesitated to speak. She kept her eyes fixed forward, not even attempting to look to him. "I'm fine Alex," she spoke in an indifferent tone. She placed her hands in her jacket pockets and started toward the security egress. "He simply hoped to find treatment for the virus, that's all."

Alex hurried behind her, giving a sigh. "I suppose that's done with now. This place gives me the creeps. I'll contact the guards, let them show us out."

"Not yet," Moira spoke out as she walked at a Sunday pace. "I have to see the warden first. There's a request I need to ask of him."

Alex stopped in his tracks behind her, a look of dumbfounded shock on his face as he watched her walk off.

THE END (?)