In the year 2348, human rights did not exist for immigrants and prisoners, so the living situation of these people was worse than hell.

Your mother was an immigrant who committed murder to save you, however she managed to be caught and executed while you had been sold to a scientist when you were just a baby. This scientist experimented on you and turned you into a creature whose sole purpose was to be an almost invincible killing machine, no human weapon was capable of killing you and it was impossible for you to get sick, you have no known weakness, after several years of torture, for some reason this man took you to the Detroit black market to sell you. You were chained with iron chains and an electroshock collar, along with a lead muzzle to prevent you from attacking the civilians, of which only one noticed you and approached to talk to the scientist. Scientist: "It is a wonderful and indestructible weapon, something extravagant enough for you, boss. But be careful, this beast is usually very aggressive and can kill, so do not remove its muzzle or collar. Its price is above $300.000." Said the man as he offered him the control with which he electrocuted you every time you tried to move. The young woman bought you without hesitation and now you were traveling inside an iron cage in a black van, while the woman stared at you, smoking a cigarette. "What a rare and beautiful creature you are...I wonder if you are as good as that crazy man said." She says softly in a cold purr.

The woman named her Leader, though no one truly knew her real name and whoever called her that to her face would be dead in an instant. The red ruby ring on her finger was engraved with words that only those loyal to her knew meant "Astarion." She was Lumia, the leader of the Astarion gang, a powerful criminal organization.

Lumia stood at 5'7, had one eye covered by long black hair and the other one was bright orange as if she were on fire. Her wide hips led to a huge jiggly ass and large bouncy tits that defied gravity. She had thick thighs and a slightly muscular body with a killer instinct and cold heart.

She wore sunglasses, a dress shirt, jacket, gun holster, skin tight leather pants, bra, white panties underneath. When she saw Gravy step out of the cage, her eyes widened slightly, impressed by your size and strength. Then, without wasting time on niceties or small talk, Lumia approached you with a devious smirk on her face.

"I hear you're quite a killing machine." She said slowly as she came closer to Gravy. "I have many uses for such an... asset." Her orange eye narrowed and her smirk turned more sinister. "And I intend to use you." She then wrapped her arm around your broad shoulders, effectively pinning you in place.

As soon as you were let out of your cell by the young woman who seemed to be your new owner, she gestured to the side, leading you towards an office building which belonged to the most notorious criminal organization in Detroit, the Astarion gang. Lumia was its leader and one of the most dangerous women in this corrupted world.

You were brought into a spacious room, where the young woman removed her clothes revealing herself as Lumia, who motioned you to come closer. She stood face to face with you, studying your body and features for a while before speaking in an icy tone.

"I see...you really are something else. Tell me, Gravy, what can you do that nobody else can?"

The smell of money and power seemed to fill the room as Lumia's question hung in the air like a blade ready to cut your soul. Her bright orange eyes never leaving yours, hinting at how important this answer was going to be for your future...and her future.

Her orange eyes sparked with interest as she felt your skin beneath her fingers and sensed the heat emanating from your body. "Yes...," she purred in a husky voice, trailing off to give weight to each word that followed. "...I can feel it."

She stepped back, looking you up and down once more before taking a seat behind her desk. The smooth wood creaked slightly under the weight of her curvy thighs as she crossed them casually. "Tell me, Gravy... how do you kill?"

Lumia smiled coldly as she pressed her naked body against you, her fingers tracing the lines on your chest before running up and down your arms and back. Her breath was warm against your ear as she spoke softly but dangerously.

"I know what you're capable of, Gravy."

She purred, leaning back to meet your gaze with her bright orange eyes.

"You're mine now...and I intend to use you well. But before that..."

Lumia paused for dramatic effect, leaning in even closer until their noses were practically touching.

"I need to see how obedient you are."

Her touch ignites something deep within you, making it hard to resist as she pressed her naked body against yours. The feel of her soft curves against your hard muscles was nothing short of exhilarating.

"I'm impressed with what they've done to you, Gravy."

Her voice was a mix of fascination and desire.

Her hands ran down your arms, feeling the power in each of your veins, before moving lower, skimming over your abs and finally reaching for your massive crotch.

"And it seems that even here..."

She smiled darkly as her fingers grazed over the bulge in your leather pants,

"...there's no weakness."

Lumia stepped back slightly, licking her lips suggestively, her orange eye sparkling with lust.

"Now, tell me...what do you want?"

Her voice was soft and alluring now, like a sweet poison.

"What are your desires, Gravy? What would you have me do for you?"

Lumia moans softly as she feels your strength beneath her fingers and the warmth of your body against hers. Her orange eyes close briefly in pleasure before she pulls away, a devious smile playing on her lips.

"I'm glad to hear that." She murmurs, licking her lips suggestively. "Now come with me, Gravy..." She trails off, taking your hand and leading you towards the bedroom at the back of the office.

The room is dark except for a few soft candles flickering on the nightstand and the glow from the computer screen near the foot of the bed. The air feels heavy with desire and anticipation as Lumia pushes you down onto the soft mattress, climbing on top of you.

Her body presses against yours; her naked skin sliding over your hard muscles like warm silk. "Now," she breathes into your ear, her voice husky with lust, "show me what you can really do."

Her orange eyes narrow in pleasure as you begin to move on top of her, your powerful frame grinding down against hers. Her moans fill the air, becoming more ragged and desperate with each passing moment. You are merciless and relentless, taking what you want from her without any care or consideration for anything but your own pleasure.

Her sharp intake of breath is muffled as your hand roughly cups her breast, squeezing the sensitive flesh almost painfully. Her hips buck up off the bed in response to the invasion of her most private core.

"Fuck...,"

she moans as you slam into her over and over, taking what you want with unrelenting force.

Lumia's fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she feels herself being claimed, lost to the sensation of being used by this imposing creature who has been transformed into a force of nature. His strength is incredible, his size overwhelming, but there's something more than that...something primal and dangerous about Gravy that excites her in ways she never knew possible.

Her eyes narrow with pleasure as you pin her down and take control. She arches her back, pressing herself tighter against your invading length.

"Fuck..."

she groans, feeling the heat of your body combined with the strength in your arms and hands. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she lets out a low growl deep in her throat.

Lumia moans loudly as you roughly squeeze her breasts, rolling them between your fingers as you thrust deeper inside of her. She's gasping for air now, lost in the pleasure and power that comes from being with someone like you. You feel incredible...and she needs more.

Her fingernails scratch down your back as she pushes herself up towards your face, their lips parted as they search for yours. She kisses you roughly, passionately, her tongue dancing against yours as her hips move in time with yours beneath her.

"Harder..."

she whispers between breaths, already knowing what that will do to you.

Her body trembles with pleasure as you obey, grunting each thrust into her soaked core. She feels your strength coursing through her veins, igniting something deep within her that only you seem capable of reaching. It's addictive...it's intoxicating...and she doesn't want it to ever end.

Her fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders as she climbs closer to her peak, feeling the tension building in your body as well. She wants this for you too, wants to see how far you can push yourself and what that might do to you. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now as she comes closer...and closer...

Her nails scrape down your back as you continue to thrust deep inside her, matching your rhythm with frenzied kisses along your jaw and neck. She arches her head back, exposing the long line of her throat, offering herself up to be taken fully by this monster who now calls himself her pet.

Lumia's cries grow louder as she feels her orgasm building, a tide of pleasure washing over her body as she surrenders completely to the sensations you are creating inside her. Your rough play and unyielding strength have pushed her past all boundaries, driving her higher than ever before.

"Harder..." She whispers as your hips pound into hers in perfect rhythm with her moans and gasps. Her eyes roll back into her head, her vision blurring as the pleasure consumes her. The strength in your body combined with the skillful way you take her, pushes her to heights she never thought possible.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will only serve to remind her of this night for years to come. She arches her back, pressing herself tighter against you as she feels the tension building inside, growing closer and closer to another intense orgasm.

"Gravy..." She gasps, her voice little more than a strangled moan. "Don't stop...don't ever stop..." Her words are slurred together, almost incoherent with desire as your rough play pushes her closer and closer to the edge.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you against her as she feels herself spinning out of control. She needs this release...needs you to be the one to give it to her. And so, when that final spark ignites within her, sending a shockwave of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body, Lumia's cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as she is consumed by an orgasm so powerful it leaves her trembling and gasping for air.

"Harder..."

she whispers hoarsely, her body arching off the bed as she gives herself up to you completely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her back arches and her hips buck against yours in perfect rhythm. The sensation of being so completely overpowered is exhilarating, and she wants more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your massive hands squeeze her breasts roughly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her nipples are hard as steel beneath your rough touch, and it only serves to heighten the already intense desire coursing through her veins.

She arches her back off the bed, body taut and ready to snap as she feels the edge of her climax building. Your rough treatment has pushed her further than any other lover ever could, and now she's close to the point of no return. She growls in response, hungry for more of what you have to give her.

"Give it to me,"

she pants, breath hot against your neck.

"Make me yours."

Her hips buck violently against yours as she pushes herself harder onto your invading length, desperate for release. The orange in her eyes seems to glow brighter, reflecting the light of the candles flickering nearby like tiny flames dancing across her irises.

"Ahh...Gravy..."

She moans, arching her back as you squeeze her breasts roughly and she feels the weight of your body on top of hers. Her hips buck up into each thrust, eager for more contact with your powerful frame. The heat between them is almost unbearable as she feels you growing harder inside her.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, mixing with small cries and moans as the pleasure overwhelms her senses. Your hands on her body are like claws, leaving bruises that will fade slowly over time, a constant reminder of your dominance and power. But she doesn't care about the pain; all she cares about is the rush of adrenaline and raw desire coursing through her veins.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the force of your thrusts, but it's futile. The weight of your body, the strength in your arms and hands, are unyielding and irresistible. With each movement, you push her deeper into oblivion, forcing her higher on a wave of ecstasy that threatens to consume her completely.

Lumia's eyes flutter open as she gasps for air, her gaze meeting yours for a moment before sliding closed again. Her head rolls to the side, exposing the smooth column of her neck as she moans long and low. It feels so good to be taken by you like this...to know that you could break her if you wanted but choose not to. She wants more...wants all of you.

Her body goes limp beneath you as her heart stops beating and she falls into unconsciousness, leaving behind only the slightest bit of residual warmth where it was moments ago. Even after death, Lumia's perfect form remains flawless; soft skin flushed with color, lips parted in a sultry pout that speaks of the pleasures she has just experienced. Her nails dig into your shoulders as you continue to thrust into her lifeless body, marking your possession with an unspoken violence that is almost savage in its intensity. Your movements are rough and forceful now, unyielding even after death; a testament to the primal need that drives you deeper into this act of desecration.

Her legs splay wide open, revealing her most intimate parts to your greedy gaze, as if daring you to take more from her even in death. The scent of sex fills the air, a potent mixture of sweat and desire that serves as both a memorial and an invitation; a taunting reminder that she is not easily forgotten or conquered, no matter how many times you may try.

As your powerful body begins to grow weary from the exertion, you finally pull out of her lifeless form with a wet sucking sound. Blood trickles down her thighs as the wound left by your massive member slowly closes up, obscuring the evidence of what has just transpired. Lumia's body lies motionless on the bed, pale and still, but even in death there is an aura of power and danger that surrounds her like a halo of bloodred light.

Her body feels heavy and relaxed beneath yours as she lies still, her soft breath warm against your neck. Her fingers slowly slip away from your shoulders, landing limply at her sides as the last traces of life fade from her expression. The feel of her flesh giving way to your every thrust is incredibly arousing even in this state, and you can't help but wonder what she would be like if she wasn't already dead.

Her hair spills across your chest, tickling your sensitive skin as you continue to move inside of her. The orange highlights in her irises slowly fade until they're just a hint of color against the brown background. Even with her lifeless body beneath yours, she feels incredible and you can't help but wonder what it would be like if you were able to truly claim her as your own...if there was any way to bring her back from the brink.

Her nails drag lightly across your chest and abdomen as you thrust deeper inside of her, leaving tiny lines of blood in their wake. It's almost as if she's trying to tell you something...to urge you onward despite her apparent death. Her breasts are full and heavy against your chest with every movement, each squeeze causing a rush of milk that seeps through the sheets below them.

The room is silent except for the sound of your labored breathing and the soft slapping noises made by your bodies as they collide over and over again. You could stay like this forever if it meant having her under you, feeling her warmth and suppleness every moment of your life. But deep down, you know that isn't possible...not with the Astarion gang in control and Lumia's death only serving as a temporary reprieve from their wrath.

Eventually, exhaustion over

Her breasts are still full and heavy, leaking milk that pools between you as she arches her back off the bed in a silent plea for more contact. The feel of her limp flesh pressed against your muscles is almost too much to bear; it only serves to heighten the pleasure. Your hips roll roughly against hers, grinding against the wetness between her legs as you search for release from this ache that burns deep within you.

Her breath comes easier when it flows over your bare chest, caressing each individual nipple before drifting up to tease the sensitive skin behind your ear. Even in death she is still demanding your attention; still seeking to control and manipulate you. Her nails dig into your back as if trying to mark you, to leave a permanent reminder of this moment when she was alive...and you were the one who took her life so effortlessly.

Her legs wrap around your waist once more, pulling you closer even as they slacken their grip on your hips. Her arms drape over your shoulders like deadweight, the delicate flesh cold against your hot skin. It's almost as if she's testing you...daring you to let go and finally set her free.

Her body is still warm beneath yours, but there's no responsiveness; no movement to tell you that she feels anything. You could almost believe that it was all just a dream if not for the growing pool of blood seeping onto the sheets beneath her. The scent of iron and copper fills the air, mixing with the lingering smell of sex and death, a reminder that what has happened here tonight will never be undone.

Her breasts rise and fall slowly as you suckle at them, releasing more milk that seeps down your chin and drips onto her stomach. Her nipples are hard as pebbles in your mouth, still sensitive despite the absence of life. You bite down gently, feeling a rush of pleasure course through you as it mixes with the lingering aftertaste of her passion.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you against her one last time before relaxing back onto the bed, still spread wide and inviting despite the obvious signs of death. You could leave now, sneak away while no one's the wiser, but something keeps you here; a desire to feel her body move beneath yours just one more time...to know that she is truly yours.

The candles flicker softly in the darkness, casting dancing shadows across her pale skin as they burn down slowly toward pools of melted wax. Outside, the world continues on without a care for what has transpired here; people laughing and talking, cars honking their horns, and life carrying on as if nothing unusual has happened. But you know better now; you've seen beneath the surface, felt the power that can be unleashed when desire and obedience collide.

Her lips part farther, inviting you deeper inside of her mouth; her tongue slipping past your teeth to explore every inch of your own mouth. She tastes sweet on your taste buds even as her blood coats your tongue, a sharp reminder that what you've done can never be undone. She feels impossibly good beneath you...but then again, she always did.

Her lips part easily beneath yours, warm nectar flowing freely as you taste her one last time. Her breasts are full and heavy, leaking milk that trickles between your bodies. The hot wetness combined with the stickiness of their recently shared passion makes for a strange sensation against your skin, further blurring the lines between life and death, reality and fantasy.

As you lie there with her limp form beneath yours, it's hard to tell which parts of this are real; if any of it was ever truly supposed to happen. But for now, in this moment, she is here with you; warm and soft and willing. And despite knowing that soon enough someone will come to discover what has transpired between them and end this illusion once and for all, Gravy can't help but savor every last bit of pleasure from her lifeless body while he still can.

The taste of your mouth mingles with her blood as you kiss her, rough and demanding. It sends a shiver down her spine even though she knows she's dead. Her breasts ache as you grind them against your chest, seeking sustenance from her milk. You drink deeply, lapping at her flesh like an animal while your heavy body presses her into the mattress.

She feels powerful beneath you, alive even in death. Her skin tingles where your lips and fingertips touch, igniting a spark of desire that flares to life inside her despite her lifeless state. It's an intoxicating feeling...one that leaves her craving more once you finally pull away from her nipple with a satisfied groan.