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Lara Bradford hammers her fist against the door until it rattles. Anita Sharpe swings it open dressed like some back-alley southern belle, sweet smile already fixed. Lara spills everything—Cindy gone, whispers that every last one of them is gay. She keeps talking until the word slips out of her own mouth: she’s a lesbian too. Anita’s grin widens, teeth bared. She pours the tea, tells Lara it will settle her nerves. The drug hits fast. Colors twist. Anita laughs out loud, shrieking that the trap has closed. Lara wakes in a writhing heap of missing women, thighs tangled, mouths busy. Anita kneels over her, recounting every plan while the bodies around them moan. “Give her to me,” she orders. Ms. Holloway—red hair wild—drops between Lara’s spread legs and works her clit with greedy precision. Lara nearly breaks, but she holds the edge and flips the woman onto her back instead, sucking every drop of essence out of her until Holloway lies slack and empty. Anita’s voice rises, frantic, demanding the blondes next. Kenna James and August Ames crawl in, pressing tits to Lara’s mouth, sliding fingers inside her. Lara takes them both, drains them dry, leaves them panting and spent. One after another the missing women—Cindy Allen, Agent Klein—line up and fall the same way, trembling under Lara’s mouth and hands until only Anita is left standing, pale, naked, furious. She steps forward to finish the job, but the question hangs: will AWAL claim that final surge of power, or will MANTIS cut in and crash the whole scheme before Singular Lesbian World Domination becomes real?
Lara Bradford hammers her fist against the door until it rattles. Anita Sharpe swings it open dressed like some back-alley southern belle, sweet smile already fixed. Lara spills everything—Cindy gone, whispers that every last one of them is gay. She keeps talking until the word slips out of her own mouth: she’s a lesbian too. Anita’s grin widens, teeth bared. She pours the tea, tells Lara it will settle her nerves. The drug hits fast. Colors twist. Anita laughs out loud, shrieking that the trap has closed. Lara wakes in a writhing heap of missing women, thighs tangled, mouths busy. Anita kneels over her, recounting every plan while the bodies around them moan. “Give her to me,” she orders. Ms. Holloway—red hair wild—drops between Lara’s spread legs and works her clit with greedy precision. Lara nearly breaks, but she holds the edge and flips the woman onto her back instead, sucking every drop of essence out of her until Holloway lies slack and empty. Anita’s voice rises, frantic, demanding the blondes next. Kenna James and August Ames crawl in, pressing tits to Lara’s mouth, sliding fingers inside her. Lara takes them both, drains them dry, leaves them panting and spent. One after another the missing women—Cindy Allen, Agent Klein—line up and fall the same way, trembling under Lara’s mouth and hands until only Anita is left standing, pale, naked, furious. She steps forward to finish the job, but the question hangs: will AWAL claim that final surge of power, or will MANTIS cut in and crash the whole scheme before Singular Lesbian World Domination becomes real?