Aaaah...time to relax...and NOT fight (Phe'a VS The Mad Max)

The white clouds...blue skies....the green grass....her slender feet playing with a certain hard phallus.....anything Phe could think about to pass the time while Max was hanging on his last breath. It was a while since she had some action...kinda. What better way to get familiar with the more carnal side of herself than knocking out a guy and dragging him back to her cave for god-knows-what?

"Ugh, Max, would you hurry up and like...get knocked the fuck out, already?"

Phe rolls her eyes and squeezed tighter. Maybe if she'd put on that extra 50% in her hold, then maybe this guy would learn to just accept the joys of sleep.

Ugh, men these days....

Max felt his arms both go limp and lifeless as he finally caved in to the awaiting slumber, his vision going black and everything seemed to disappear. Phea's efforts and desire to knock Max unconscious had finally come full circle as the lack of oxygen had caused him to pass out. The only thing that Max could sense now were the subconscious sounds and touches.

Aaah, muuuuuch better! The pefrect sounds of Max snoozing. Nothing can ever beat that! Phe crawls out from underneath the large hunk of man and unravels her arms and legs from around him. She took a moment to drink up the sight of the sleeping male before brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Now, what do with you?"

As it was never obvious. The only thing to do now, was to take this casual meeting somewhere....else.

Max was out of it, essentially puddy in Phea's hands, to mold and do with as she pleased. This was not what Max had expected, not to mention that he had been beaten so quickly. No thoughts seemed to run through the unconscious body, only shallow breaths of sweet air filled it, while the blood slowly redirected its flow from some semi-engorged areas to much more needed locations. However, there would be nothing stopping the blood's redirection if Phea had her way with him, which the grounds' rules dictated.

Phe continued to look down at him. Max definatly looked like a heavy piece of work. How was she going to carry him off? This was going to hard, that's for sure. Suddenly, she noticed another big guy stalking the grounds..rather...a certain, particular, dreadlocked man who looked big enough to wrestle a shark. More importantly, though, he looked like he had nothing to do.

"Hey, freakshow! Over here!" Phe called out.

"Hugh!?"

The big guy turned around, giving Phe a good look of his black, cavaity ridden teeth and flaring nostrils. A true sight to behold. After taking a moment to resist the urge to vomit, Phe took a deep breath and spoke.

"Would you mind carrying this guy up to me room, please?"

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"Ok, just drop him on my bed and get your stink ass out of here, please, kay, thanks, bai!"

And with that, the big guy leaves without another word said. Phe shuts the door behind him and turns around to face the Max, still slumbering away on her bed.

"Nice...all this...all too ma'self! Now to wait until he wakes up......"

Max was out of it in a big way as he was lifted and carried to the crafty "Queen's" room by the blunder-head of a brute that she coaxed into doing her heavy lifting. The oxygen was returning to his system and he was slowly gaining consciousness. With the plop onto an unexpected, but comfortable bed, he started coming to his senses. Within a few minutes his eyes opened and he started rubbing his head as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. "Huh? Where am I?" He jolted up to get a look at his surroundings, seeing that it was a female's room. Then it all came back to him as he laid his eyes upon Phe, which caused him to go speechless and wide-eyed.

By the time Max had already awoken, Phe was already in her best, lacy, black evening wear that reached down to her mid-thighs. The lipstick was freshly applied on her full lips, and her raven black hair had covered little of her face, obscuring that familiar gleam in her brown eyes.

"Look who decided to wake up! My boy-toy, Max! Think you probably noticed by now that you're tied to the bed, right?"

Phe smiles and eyes him in amusement.

Max was initially speechless at realizing who he was in the same room as, but now he remained speechless due to the appearance of the woman before him. This would have to be a first for Max in all honesty, at least from first impressions. He had no clue what her full intentions were, but he could guess. That luscious body was covered in sensual black lace. The way her black hair covered her face was almost a complete turn-around from the cunning woman that had suffocated him.

He finally spoke, "B-boy toy?" He looked at his wrists and then down at his ankles, which he just realized were tied to the bed posts. He then became aware of just what this evening was going to be like.

Phe responded with a nod as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Yeah-huh, thaaaat's right!" Phe turned around, locked all 398, 683 locks on her door and faces Max once more. Her grin was as wide as ever. Her slender finger points out at Max as she spoke:

You...are....going to be mine!"

...then when she finishes, that very same finger went straight into her mouth, where she will start sucking loudly enough for the big man to hear. After a few short seconds of wet, sucking noises, her finger plopped out of her mouth.

"Say, that reminds me....welcome to my room! Go ahead and look around! See, over there, are my posters....."

Phe points to an old flyer of an 80s videogame on her wall.

"....aaaand over there is the bathroom...and over there....is my fridge!"

Phe smiles. Strange how she would mention a fridge when there wasn't such a thing in her room. Maybe it's the drugs?

"At any rate, I cant tell you how much, I'm like, sooooo excited to have you here! Want something to drink!"

Tying up a man and asking him for a drink....what a way to show hospitality.

His eyes went wide as Phe simulated the act of placing something in her mouth and sucking on it. How she teased him so...

Max raised an eyebrow to show clear confusion at the behavior of his capturer. He basically was incapable of fighting back or doing anything of his own will, so why did she offer him a drink? So that he could stare at it while it sat there? He couldn't look around much. Turning his head, he could see the posters and a corner of the bathroom door, but that was about it.

"Erm....sure?" Max had thought he was crazy, but it seemed as though he had met his match...or at least his equal.