JP - A Willing Partner

“I’m a stud. I needed to sow some wild oats.” Clonestone said. “Don’t they want me to breed with her?” He asked and nodded towards Coral. “I came back.”

"You seriously want to breed with her?" The guard sounded exasperated. "Really? Her? Do you know who you're talking about?"

"What's going on, man?" A second guard asked.

"Clonestone wants to fuck Coral."

There was an awkward silence before both men laughed. "Is he suicidal?!" The second guard asked through chuckles.

“Toss the bitch in a deep freezer for a few hours and give me a power drill.” Clonestone said.

“That’s not our call, buddy.” The first guard said. “We can open the bars between your rooms, but that’s it.” And with that, he pressed a button that opened the bars…

Coral stepped back from the bars and watched them, her water coming back and forming cute little dog ears on her head just to taunt Clonestone.

“You’re a bitch, not a dog!” Clonestone snarled. “Take off your clothes and lie down!”

“Dude, what clothes?” She asked, floating in the air as literal water and completely nude. “Yer really blind, ya know that?” She grinned and blew him a cheeky kiss.

“Put on some flesh, dammit.” Clonestone ordered. “And lay down!”

“What ya gonna do, big boi? Or…well,” Coral looked down. “Little boy.” She giggled hysterically and was suddenly solidified and standing in front of him. Reaching around, she pinched his rear end and swirled away again.

“It’s more than big enough! Look at Tzeitel’s medical file, dammit!” Clonestone swung a fist at her. “LAY DOWN!”

Smiling, she let his fist go through her. Almost. Halfway through, she froze her body like ice and gave him a sweet look. “That tickles!” She giggled.

Clonestone growled and tried to tear his hand free.

Coral liquified to let him free and flicked his nose playfully. “Can’t catch me!” She swam into the air and made a happy squealing sound before splashing onto the bed with a loud giggle.

“Turn into flesh, dammit!” Clonestone swore. He was not sure where he could even ‘put it’.

Leaning on her elbows, Coral finally made herself into flesh and gave Clonestone a smirk. “Ya really think ya can break me, eh?” She asked.

Clonestone hesitated, but finally jumped on top of her. He put his hands around her neck and squeezed.

The squeezing only brought a bigger smirk on her face as she gazed up at him. “That all ya got, Cloney? How sad…I expected more from ya.” Being what she was meant her insides were all mostly liquid and she felt very little of what he was doing. It was why she craved to be hurt, attacked or just hurt others. Everything she did was to get a little high and some satisfaction they had deprived her of in this hellhole. “I bet ya they’re thinkin’ yer not worth keeping. They’ll replace ya with someone better…stronger.”

Clonestone stopped trying to strangle Coral and began punching her in the face with both fists. “Shut up shut up shut up!”

She would liquify every time he punched her and giggled hysterically because it tickled her so much. “Never!” Coral chimed loudly and shoved him off her. “Yer pathetic!” She grinned down at him.

Clonestone got to his feet, swearing. He looked at the door. “I need a fucking cattle prod!”

“Nope. Yer on your own, bud.” The guards said in unison.

Coral giggled darkly. “Besides, it would just get me high as a kite.” She cooed.

“You guards are useless!” Clonestone snapped. He looked for a weapon.

Coral just layed back down and stared at the ceiling in boredom.

Clonestone picked up a chair and brought it down hard on her head.

All that did was break the chair on the bed when she liquified and stared up at him with a bored expression on her face. “I thought ya wanted to fuck me. If this is what fucking is like it’s soooooooooo boring!”

Clonestone was unable to perform with a willing partner, they had to be in pain or at least afraid or rendered unconscious. “You’re such a freak!”

“So are you, Mr. Torture The Girl Until She Can’t Fight Back.” Coral replied with a roll of her eyes. “If yer not gonna do anything, get the fuck out of my room.”

"Shut up you freak!" Clonestone screamed and started destroying stuff in his rage.

Coral just watched him, bored even more by his tantrum. “Yer such a child, Cloney.”

"I'm not a child!' Clonestone screamed. "I fucked Tzeitel for three days!"

“Not you,” Coral retorted. “The real Canestone did that.” SHe smirked again.

“I remember fucking her. I can feel her.” Clonestone closed his eyes, reliving it. “I can hear her scream, smell her fear.”

“You can’t smell fear! There is a guy in this place that can, though…” Coral grinned at the thought. “He’s a hottie, too…I wonder if they’ll let me play with him again…?”

“Her fear was so strong anyone could smell it.” Clonestone smiled, his eyes still closed for a moment before suddenly snapping open and jumping on Coral again.

Coral yelped and laughed. “What the fuck are you doing, little man?” She teased.

And just like that, Clonestone failed again. “Don’t laugh! Damned freak!”

“Awww, did I kill yer poor hard on?” Coral giggled again. “What would help? Screaming? Should I beg you to let me go or somethin’?” The weird part of it was, she’d actually enjoy it.

"Of course that's what you're supposed to be doing!" Clonestone tried to dig his fingers into Coral to cause pain and growing increasingly frustrated.

Coral let him, just batting her eyes at him all innocent like. “Poor whittle Cloney, can’t get it up unless a girl is begging him to stop…” Her words and tone were taunting him, mocking him.

Clonestone got off her, screamed a curse and punched the wall.

She merely watched him, enjoying the tantrum he was having. “Oh nooooo,” She said in a bored tone. “The big bad tough skinned man is going to get me. Ahhhh….” Her face was unreadable as she did this.

Clonestone punched the wall until his knuckles were bleeding.

Coral rolled her eyes again and turned away. “Go to your half of the room if you’re going to bore me. I’m even naked fer yer sorry ass and ya can’t keep it up, so shoo!” She waved a hand dismissively.