Diabolical Lust

"Be quiet! You will do as I say or I will kill your friends." Tarsa said, kicking off her shoes. Her eyes shone in the moonlight. She proceeded to roll up her blouse, which had been soaking wet, into a whip of sorts.

"Egads, woman!" Fred gasped, rolling aside as Tarsa leapt forward and struck at him with the blouse. He tried to grab for his pants, but Tarsa whipped the blouse around his neck, laughing maniacally as she choked him. She then kicked him out of the bed and jumped after him, but somehow Fred found a chair and smashed it across her face.

"Someone, help!" Fred yelled, running to the door. It was locked.

"It's no use, boyee." Tarsa grinned, rising to her feet. "I took certain precautions to ensure we wouldn't be disturbed. For the entire night."

"You'd better not have hurt Karnbald and the girls." Fred said. "C'mon, look at what you're doing! Just how much of you is still really Tarsa?"

"Oh, plenty." Tarsa said, licking her lips and taking a step forward. "As I am about to show you."

1. Fred runs for the window.
2. Fred begs for his life.
3. Tarsa suddenly falls to her knees in pain.

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