Shoplifter Electra Gets Caught

Cast out into the storm with nothing but his seat and a parachute, he was utterly helpless. His descent was stopped, and he looked up in horror to see one of the flying hulks had caught him. Dominion had another prisoner. Standing in his office at the prison, Dominion twitched his eye as he received a telepathic report on the attack. The US was getting bolder. Their first attempt on the powerlines had been with ground troops, then tanks, and now jets, but his monsters were all but immune to the puny weapons of the mortals, and after months of clearing out towns and hunting wild folk, he was only using about 18% of stockpiled souls on foot soldiers. The problem was that he had a shortage of information. He had already siphoned all of the useful knowledge out of those National Hardcore Guard troops, but teen it wasn’t enough to get a sense as to what kind of force he was dealing blowjob with. He had kept things close to the vest, but now that his presence had been exposed, it was time to branch out and set up an information network. Dominion walked out from behind his desk and slit his finger. A single drop of blood clung to the wound, black Brunette as obsidian. It Big Boobs fell to the floor and his office darkened as it began to take shape. Outside, dark clouds swarmed into existence and blocked out the sun. All of the humans, both prisoner and collaborator looked up, as day turned into night. They felt a chill, one that the winter cold could not give them. It was a malicious chill, their body telling them that they were in the presence of evil. From the day Dominion arrived to this city, that chill had eaten away at everyone around him, everyone who knew of him, but never before had it been so potent. He normally kept his insidiousness contained, only unleashing it to paralyze his prey, but this was completely unhindered. In Dominion’s office, the darkness faded. Rather, it receded, being drawn towards the center of the room like ink. The solidified shape appeared before him, making him smile. It was a figure shrouded in a black cloak, the Grim Reaper, if such a thing existed. Its face was hidden by its low-hanging hood and countless leathery tentacles hung out of the cloak where its limbs would be. A black fluid trickled continuously down these tentacles, but it evaporated as soon as it touched the floor. Every breath it made was a wheeze, guttural, wet, like it was drowning in its own blood. Blight was made entirely of wraiths, but this new abomination was born from over a hundred demons fused together. This decision was made due to curiosity, Dominion’s desire to see what the ultimate avatar of evil would look like, if he were to take the word “nightmare” and forge it into a solid form. He had certainly succeeded in that endeavor. It had an organic body like the rest of his minions, a real brain capable of supporting higher levels of thought, but it manifested in a matter not known to the physical universe, like some kind of unholy aether straight from Hell. It was like it existed in a half-corporeal state at any given moment, partially in this universe and partially in another. The bloodlust it radiated, while not as powerful as Dominion’s, was more potent, completely lacking any human characteristics. Rather than a projection of one’s will, it felt like a force of nature, as present as gravity. Dominion’s killing intent depended on his mood, on his goal at the moment of release, but this creature’s wickedness was a constant fact, like it really was the Grim Reaper, Death itself now hovering before him. If Dominion were to disappear, Blight would wait silently for eternity until he returned, but this creature, without orders to follow, would simply go on a rampage and follow its instincts to drown the universe in horror. It was like a robot programmed to be evil. “Your name… is Scourge.” The beast dropped down to the floor and prostrated before him, its head lowered as far as it could go. However, it said nothing in response. The spasms, the shaking, the whimpering. And for now, that will be your work outfit for blowjob today. Covered in sweat and cum. The man had a Brunette slightly porky Hardcore frame, with a beer belly and the unfaltering interest teen for football. "Who owns you, bitches?" Her nipples were rock hard, and it showed. That was the proof, Kiran had completely surrendered her will to me and would be a perfect slave. Going back to all the fighting and the diary and all the crazy shit that happened before this moment and having to control myself around her and Big Boobs now here I am about to eat out my own sister. "Did you lose your swimsuit somewhere?" I inhaled her aroma. I walked out of the bathroom and Joe's eyes popped out of his head.