JP - Clonestone and Anastasia (NSFW)

Clonestone left a trail of soft, used leaves behind him. But he eventually returned to the MegaCorp facility.

Thrane gave Clonestone a very disappointed look to hide his rage at Clonestone’s return without Ei or James. “Get. To. Your. Room…” He forced each word out. Anastasia was already in there waiting for him, but he wasn’t about to mention that. All Clonestone needed to know was that he was angry with him. “I’ll deal with you later.”

“It wasn’t my fault.” Clonstone whined and went to his room. He was surprised to find a woman there. He looked her up and down. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” He ordered.

Anastasia couldn’t really take her clothes off with her hands cuffed behind her and was pressed into a corner, whimpering. “No…p-p-please leave me alone! I just want to go…g-go home! Where’s Riley?!”

“I don’t know and I don’t care.” Clonestone said, walking over to Anastasia. “Maybe he can watch later.” He said and began tearing Anastasia’s clothes off.

A cry of despair left Anastasia and she tried to rush away from him, but being so small and petite, that was impossible. He could easily just pick her up like a puppy or something.

Clonestone grabbed Anastasia, turning his skin rough and sand-papery. “The bed, the floor or against the wall?” He asked Anastasia as if giving her choices was actually giving her a choice. .

Anastasia shook her head, tears spilling down her face as she beat his chest with her free hand. “No! No! Let go!” She screamed.

“The floor it is then.” Clonestone said, forcing her on the floor under his weight. He thanked James for burning his clothes off and saving him time.

The entire time, Anastasia screamed and kept begging him to stop. Her voice was loud enough to be heard down the halls…

After Clonestone finished he picked the bleeding woman up off the floor and carried her to the bed where he cuddled with her as if they were lovers. “How many men had you been with before me?” Clonestone asked, stroking her side.

Whimpering, she attempted to push away from him, hating how his hands felt on her skin. “I don’t know…I don’t…I don’t think I’ve been with anyone!” She tried to roll away, cringing at the pain between her legs.

“I’m that good you forgot all the rest, huh? I bet you’re a slut though.” Clonestone said cheerfully, wrapping an arm around Anastasia and holding her close, his hot damp breath on the back of her neck. “Did you like it?” He asked.

“Let go of me!” She screamed, swinging back against him with an arm.

Clonestone grabbed her arm and chuckled as he nibbled on Anastasia’s ear. “You are so much better than that freak virgin Coral. I think I’ll be ready for round two in a minute. How about you, slut?”

“I’m not a slut!” She cried out, pulling her head away from him. “Stop touching me! Stop it!”

Nothing made Clonestone more excited than the word ‘stop’, and Anastasia had the misfortune of shouting it twice. In the next heartbeat he was on top of her again, his fingers digging into her hips. “You like this.” He murmured.

Anastasia screamed again and shook her head. “No! No, I don’t!” She whimpered, slapping his chest. “Get off me!”

‘No’ was the second most exciting word for Clonestone. “You’ll like this, the second time is always better for the woman.” He said, not bothered by her slaps.

All she could do was cry at the pain, constantly pushing at him and trying to twist free. The tears continued to fall down her face as she tried to pretend she was safe and in Riley’s arms, just listening to him talk.

Clonestone slapped her face and held her hair to force her to look at him. “Who are you pretending I am?” He asked, grunting.

She cried out and closed her eyes tightly. “N-no one…” She whimpered, lying.

Clonestone forced one of Anastasia’s eyes open. “Look at me or I’ll gouge your eyes out.” He ordered and threatened casually. As if telling someone to return a library book on time or pay a fine.

Forcing her eyes to stay open, Anastasia gazed at him as more tears fell down her face. “P-please…please stop this…it hurts…” She begged.

“Tell me you like this.” Clonestone grunted, releasing her face to grasp her shoulders.

Shaking her head, Anastasia whimpered and glanced down, only seeing the blood and feeling the pain. “Stop it! It hurts! It hurts!” She cried out.