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sister [part 2 ] Tavern Play

Synopsis: You are the biological sister of Rick Sanchez, who passed away prematurely in a certain dimension. You have serious psychological problems, and your dissociative symptoms are actually enough to drive Rick Prime crazy (to be written later)

This article covers: alcohol, mild SM, drunk rape, oral sex, profanity, insults, kidnapping (?), stunt double literature (which undoubtedly angered Prime), flirting (which Prime doesn't admit to)

Preview: The next chapter is about laboratory training, and the next chapter is about psychological healing training, which may have BDSM elements. Of course, it is not purely an article that makes Prime happy. He may be angry or even have to admit his feelings for you because of your situation. Both of them are at a loss, perhaps they will return to pure love, please stay tuned ❤） I will also post it on AO3~There is a more interesting story about Prime's sister and Prime, and I will write it soon!

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You can choose to resist.

When he casually glanced at the decorations, musical instruments, and the art trophies you once lived in your room, he mocked you more.

"Oh, there are artists in the Sanchez family? Those scientific genes may have been replaced by these self-entertaining and useless lowly genes.

You should feel angry.

He is humiliating your profession, your hobbies, and the spiritual pillar of your survival.

But you haven't. Subconsciously, you have also been confused about whether these things are what you want or the carriers you use to escape from reality and your heart.

You seemed to stand next to Prime, looking coldly at his humiliation to you, like a blue-gray ghost.

His tongue kept jumping out sentences to humiliate you. He completely ignored your feelings. He was commenting on Rick and you in your dimension: a low version, worthless, especially Rick in this dimension has not yet invented the teleportation gun.

He narrowed his eyes.

He sensed something was wrong.

Rick of this dimension died and gave birth to "Helen Sanchez", which does not exist in any other dimension.

"Interesting."

He whispered, but there was no trace of appreciation in his tone. It was replaced by cold analysis and irony.

His eyes swept over you, as if he was studying a defective product from head to toe. His tone has a typical Rick-style arrogance - he despises your existence, and at the same time, he can't completely ignore you because of his uniqueness.

He couldn't figure it out why only you were born here in the imposibility of all dimensions.

"So... That is to say, after this low version of Rick disappeared, you took his place?"

He didn't ask you, but just thought in a mocking tone.

"A kind of sex change experiment with Rick's gene."

Prime doesn't even admit that you are his "sister".

It's just an accessory product of Rick, or an organic matter made by Rick in this dimension out of some bad taste.

This sounds too cruel.

But don't you feel enough from your parents, your brother's daughter, your brother's admirer and friends?

They more or less euphemistically remember the dead genius and project their feelings on your life expectations - become a scientist, just like him.

Then you ran away, and when you were caught up by physics and mathematics, you first fled to the philosophy and art that you knew was false.

You love him, and you hate him.

When the eternal curse comes, when others think it is Rick's blessing to you and feel jealous, you are trapped in a whirlpool called "love". You can't express your resentment and unwillingness towards the dead, and you can only continue to live as the shadow of your brother. You don't care about being hurt by Prime, just as you don't care about the survival of Beth and Smith's family. There is no one in the world to connect with you. The only thing that can prove Rick's connection with you is your immortal body.

You don't care.

Yes, you don't fucking care.

You don't fucking care about Rick. You have sworn that you will never care about everything about him since he was 21 years old.

You can't feel the temperature in Prime's hands. You sit on the ground with your back against the woven sofa, and Prime is sitting on the sofa.

When you walked over, you subconsciously turned your back on him. You didn't want to or didn't dare to look at him.

All this is like a dream, and you just want to end it quickly.

You have had countless lucid dreams.

You dreamed that Rick in the photo was holding your hand, and the two of them ran together on the street in summer, adventuring like a brother and sister in a sunny and warm afternoon.

You dreamed that he appeared to protect you when you were in danger, killed all those rotten people with his fucking high-tech weapons, and finally hugged you with blood.

You dreamed that you wanted to kill him in your dream, and finally sat beside his funeral body. The church bell rang at this time, and you woke up from your dream.

Rick in the dream changed from blur to clear, and then from clarity to blur.

Your most difficult dream is that you once dreamed that you and he rolled on the same beach. He submerged you like seawater. You were powerless to resist, like a ship fluctuating with the sea. From then on, you did not dare to see Rick in your dreams and in reality.

You have also liked some people, but after a period of time, your emotions quickly fade away. In particular, you find that they no longer have the characteristics of Rick that you fantasise about at the beginning.

You begin to hate yourself, and then you dare not love anymore.

You can't answer that fatal and crucial question.

Are you in love with your heart, or are you chasing his shadow?

It's also a dream now, isn't it? It's just too real.

You almost give up thinking, and you exile yourself to the emotional boundaries of the past and wander aimlessly.

You finally realise that there is no way for shadows to get rid of the bondage of light. Even in this case, you will subconsciously look for traces of Rick's existence to help you ignore the current dilemma.

You smiled with sadness.

Unfortunately, Prime noticed it.

He almost twisted your body with a strong force and raised his eyebrows to look at the smile on your face. He probably understood it as a mockery of him, because he pinched your chin and showed his shark-like teeth.

The pain slightly pulls you back to the current dream, and also makes you see Rick Prime clearly in the moonlight. You are in a trance. This dream is too real and terrible. After all, the dead cannot be resurrected.

You stared at Prime's blue eyes. Your appearance, your smile, your blue-gray hair, your misfortune, and your pain are reflected in those eyes.

"What? Am I wrong?"

Rick pinched your chin hard and forced your eyes to look at him. When you realised that he would also see his arrogant appearance in your eyes, you couldn't help laughing.

You shook your head. You felt his other hand through your hair, close to your ear, and removed the black and gray diamond-shaped pendant. He whistled and blew the crushed fragments to your face. You subconsciously closed your eyes.

He is looking forward to... your resistance.

You have noticed it.

But you are too lazy to talk. You have shown your attitude.

You, fuck, don't care, Rick.

You, fuck, don't care.

The Rick who is obviously sick in front of you even has some expectations that he can relieve you.

"Kill me."

You heard a voice appear. No, you don't really want to die, do you? You still have a lot of things to do, and you promised to buy the latest virtual equipment for Morty.

"Rick Sanchez."

What is this? This is your... What's the sound? How long have you been looking forward to this sentence?

You can hardly tell that this is your voice.

You feel a slight pressure and cold temperature on your neck. You saw the whole process of his hand being pulled to this place by your hand in his eyes.

This is a dream. It's an overly real lucid dream. You are sure that you have had a more real lucid dream when you are in the worst mood. It tortures you so much that you dare not sleep and open your eyes until dawn.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

"Do it."

Whether it's true or false, you have been looking forward to this day for too long.

Rick Prime was silent for a few seconds. Obviously, it is difficult for him to treat you in the way you usually treat other Rick and aliens.

His eyes fell on your hand, and your black nails were reflected in the moonlight. Your thin hand overlapped his hand. Rick Prime had to admit that some of your "traits" made him distracted for a few seconds.

He didn't pinch your neck hard. He felt that you unconsciously pinched his hand hard, which put pressure on your neck.

That's enough... He came here today just to see the experiment, not as a tool.

You aroused his unhappy mood.

"Fuck, you want to find a trash can by yourself. Don't let your blood stain my hands.

" He has a little emotion in a rare way.

He pulled your hand away hard, and there were slight marks on your neck.

He stared at that place.

"Speak."

"Answer me."

Rick Prime rarely has this feeling of being ignored. When C-137 ignored his multidimensional universe, he chose to punish him by erasing Diane and Beth. He is the most Rick Rick, and only he is the real Rick, so he is Prime.

Therefore, although Helen Sanchez is not Rick Sanchez, as the "legacy" of Rick Sanchez in this dimension, it is enough to derail what should have happened to make him very unhappy.

"Do you think you can escape your despicable fate with this kind of suicide?" His vicious voice sounded again.

He changed his mind.

He wants to continue to torture Helen Sanchez, just like he tortures countless Rick Sanchez in the multidimensional universe. He wants her to realise that only he, Rick Prime is the most Rick Rick, and no one can control the whole universe more than him. Include her.

"Also, I'm Rick Prime. Don't confuse me with your brother's low version of Rick."

The disappointment in your eyes stabbed Rick Prime.

"Sure enough... Low-dimensional bugs."

He grabbed your hair and forced you to look up at him.

This is too boring.

You can't help it.

"Rick, look into my eyes. Look at yourself through my eyes.

What are you talking about? You don't know either. You just find it interesting.

Mirror.

The eyes are like mirrors, symmetrically reflecting each other's posture.

Rick Prime ignores your control, but when he looks at you, he will definitely notice your dark eyes and himself in your eyes.

He was *controlled.

Rick Prime has been proving his value through control. He is the embodiment of nothingness. He can control everything. He is the *god* of the whole universe. He can ignore Helen Sanchez, but it will fall into a paradox.

And now... Prime paused for a second when he saw himself in the crisis of existentialism. He saw Rick in a jacket.

"This is not a visit. This is the fourth type of contact.

You are talking to yourself. The blue-gray ghost of your consciousness calmly intertwined his arms in front of his chest and watched the absurd drama between you and Rick.

You suddenly felt the shackles on your neck, locking your breathing path like a shackle.

"Do you think I won't really kill you?"

The temperature in his eyes almost condensed into ice, and you saw your smiling self through the whirlpool of his pupils.

You muttered a few words in a broken voice. Then do it."

No, he won't take advantage of you like this. He will continue to torture you and use you as an experiment to study the limits of your spirit and body. He wants to see you admit that Prime is invincible like other Ricks.

He let go of his hand a few seconds before you stopped breathing, stood up and watched you lying on the ground, coughing like a dog, and smiling unscrupulously.

Rick Prime is not so sure about your future. Maybe you will live a painful and procrastinating life like other Rick Sanchez. Maybe you will suddenly give yourself a shot like some Rick. Maybe you will get out of this state of nothingness and be with someone. Then he suddenly lost control and killed everyone.

Prime turned around and narrowed her eyes to look at Helen on the ground again. There were still red marks he pinched on her pale cheeks, and her blue-gray hair was scattered on the floor. But the most eye-catching thing is the mixture of separation, self-destruction and madness in her eyes. The dark eyes were like a mirror, reflecting something he was familiar with but tried to deny.

Prime suddenly realised that he couldn't end the experiment like this. Helen has too many things worth studying: her immortality, her obsession with Rick, and her mental state between madness and sobriety.

Randomness.

Disgust. Attraction. Antipathy. Desire to control. Interest in scientific research.

This dream is coming to an end.

You feel like the sky is spinning, and you have to continue to work when you wake up tomorrow, okay?

As for Rick who appeared today..., you don't fucking care. You have said what he said countless times in your mind, and you don't need him to say it as a microphone.

You don't have *any* expectations.

Prime looked down at your embarrassed look when you coughed and sneered.

"Thanks to your brother, you have a chance to live like a freak."

"Keep laughing. Your madman's appearance is just right for the experimental platform."

Prime turned around and left. After saying this sarcastically, he turned around and opened the green portal and left this place. It's just that the pace is a little faster than usual.

Chapter 2

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The sun moves on your face.

When you woke up from bed, you were a little confused for a moment. Do you remember that you lay on the ground and fell asleep yesterday?

You stretched out your hand to touch your ears. The diamond-shaped earrings are peacefully on both sides of your ears, as if laughing at your confusion.

You quickly picked up the mirror by the table to check your neck.

There is only a shallow bruise on the neck.

The late fear makes you unconsciously aggravate your breathing.

That's not a dream, it's true.

You droop your eyebrows, and the sun falls on your long eyelashes.

You want to cry and laugh, the person who can inspire your deep pain, the person who can destroy you is also the one who brings you the eternal curse - Rick Sanchez.

Other people don't fucking make you feel so suffocating pleasure. Your parents covered up in your young and repeated questions and answers, and forced you to know that you may be born as a substitute for your brother in sighs again and again.

And yesterday, he was in front of you.

You looked at the pale and bloodless face in the mirror and reluctantly squeezed out a smile. After you tied up your loose gray-blue hair, you covered the bruises with a black leather decorative collar, and hung a small silver bell on it.

"Fuck."

You spit out a swear word with an expressionless face, and your gloomy eyebrows almost wrinkled into the same shape as prime's one-word eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to contain those thoughts that would drag you into a more dull and crazy pathological emotional whirlpool.

When your colleague asked about your face today, you waved your hand to show that you were okay and worked aimlessly on the computer.

Whenever your emotions are out of control, you usually choose what Rick Sanchez in other dimensions will also do, relying on the effect of alcohol to get rid of the uneasiness and confusion in reality - so it is almost difficult for you to distinguish - when he comes to you, it is the paralysis caused by alcohol that makes your blood freeze quickly. Or something that potentially can drive you crazy. Those indifferent eyes, light gray-blue and irreleguous hair, and extremely science fiction show his alien existence - you have to admit that you envy and even hate it subconsciously. Well, even if your brother is alive, you may fall into jealousy of him, his genius, his ability, all his, his Everything.

You live in his shadow, whether in the spiritual sense or in the physical sense of the moment, in the dark corner of the bar, the shadow cage projected by his tall figure covers the small table you are at.

"Be careful."

The mean tone flowed out of his lips, and your attention returned to this moment. He was holding the wine glass in front of you flat, and your joints turned white, holding it tightly together. Rick prime's eyes fell on the collar around your neck and raised his eyebrows subtly. The dark blue mixed with psychedelic purple light seems to make him appear unexpectedly reasonable. You have no time to pay attention to how other people pay attention to this corner, or no one notices what happened in this small corner at all.

You reluctantly squeezed out the smile in front of the mirror in the morning, which must be more ugly than crying.

"You're here to kill me, aren't you?"

Your broken voice is accompanied by secret relief and expectation, which is stained with a trace of sweetness when you don't notice it. You have long been tired of the life of losing your own meaning, until the appearance of Rick prime suddenly broke out the long-awaited and eager black hole.

Later, when you think back, this sentence should be the most rational thing you said to Rick prime in the bar.

Your existence is much more interesting than he thought. At first, he just wanted to analyse the anomalies of this dimension. For you, or Beth, Morty, summer and so on, his attitude is like a grain of dust in the multidimensional universe. But it seems that the dust has begun to collapse and separate into atoms without his attention, and he can speed up the process.

Before you noticed, he was already sitting next to you, and his fingers touched the bell on the collar. In the eyes of others, you are just a young girl who is a little shy and at a loss for what to do, while the one who leans next to you is a slack and begins to flirt with a handsome man who is infected with popular subcultures.

You are almost dizzy. Maybe this is the way he started to kill you. You don't know if it's the effect of alcohol. You groped for the transparent patterns of the wine glass, and your body was as tight as a zombie, which may be a sign of death. You raised the glass and drank the liquid that reflected the blue light.

You noticed that the liquid in the wine glass was a little bitter. When his fingers moved to your cheeks, you were surprised to find that the crystal clear and transparent tears slipped from your eyes to your chin and into the wine glass. His fingers are cold, and he has a cold gene like the wine glass in your hand.

Rick Prime pinched your chin.

"Are you going to ignore me like this all the time? Bitch?"

You feel numb all over your body. Maybe the effect of the second glass of alcohol makes you stronger. You see his sharp teeth swaying faintly in the light, like a vampire in his mother's door. His words were disassembled into different words and turned into several poisonous snakes in your field of vision, rushing to your door. You have been scolded like this before, and you have also fantasised about being scolded like this by your brother, but you have fantasised about it according to other people's descriptions of Rick - the gentle and possibly a little violent brother, wearing a work suit that is enough to show his muscles, strokes your face, and then comes to your ear and calls you "bitch" ", while touching your tits. Then you looked at him blushing and said more dirty words, because you took the initiative to rub his dick and spoiled him.

Your face is stained with blush. It looks like you have drunk too much, but in fact it is. You subconsciously turned your face, trying to ignore his influence on you, and tried your best to throw away all your dreams and fantasies. Unfortunately, your perception is much more sensitive than ever. The long skirt under the table was quietly lifted by a hand with a thin cocoon to an excessive degree. For you, it's like being tightly wrapped in a poisonous snake. His hand pinched your delicate thighs, and his fingers gently rubbed your skin. He watched you with interest and began to breathe shallowly, like a rabbit in heat. When you unconsciously approached him, his smile became more obvious. Your legs are closed, as if you can resist his touch to you.

Rick Prime doesn't have promiscuity like other Ricks, and he is not interested in time-wasting activities such as parties and bars. Of course, this does not mean that he is a pure ascetic. He is enough to control his emotions and hormone production. He calmly and even happily admitted that when he began to control your emotions in this way just now, your reaction was no longer like a dead person. The idea of treating you as an "interesting toy", a similar face, and the eternal curse were simply a long-term progress tailored for Rick prime. Toys for experimental research and testing.

He can't wait to see you more. From a pure and innocent virgin to a lewd and mean bitch, it should be more interesting than killing you directly. What's more, you are still the only "Rick's biological sister" in the known dimension at present. He also wants to know what kind of reaction those losers, Rick, who cares about family relationships, will react when he learns that he may have a sister and is fucked by him - Rick Prime - like using an airplane cup. This was so interesting. He looked down at the red face similar to him. His lower body explained the impulse of desire for him. Under the dark gray trousers, it had bulged into an obvious shape. Rick prime has played a bitch prettier than her, but he has never had a similar feeling. Is it because of blood? Or is it because of her disguise? Or is it her abnormal psychological performance?

You don't want to say anything. You realise that you don't resist physical contact with him, just like you were brothers and sisters for years before, and you want to die even more. Instead of resisting, it's better to let nature take its course and wait for him to end this strange touch to welcome his own death. You are like a delicate and gloomy doll, neither talking nor resisting, and let his invasion of you go deeper.

"It looks like a bitch who can't speak..."

Rick Prime smiled in a low voice. Your brief obedience gave him pleasure. His lips pressed against your ear. When you were shaking, he held you on his lap, and your buttocks happened to be placed above his lower body. You could clearly feel its hardness and secreted prostate fluid, accompanied by The liquid secreted from your pussy, your underwear is almost wet. Maybe it's your illusion, but there's no doubt that you can feel its touch to you. It will hit you from time to time, which makes you moan gently like a cat. The back of your long skirt was lifted by him. From the front, you are still reasonable and decent. Of course, if you can pretend that nothing happened when he puts one hand around your waist, puts the other hand into your low-breasted top, and begins to knead your breasts with cold fingers. Your residual shame made you lean down on the table, praying that no one would see you two like this.

"Oh, shy? The bitch of the Sanchez family?"

He pulled your collar fiercely. His movements were tough but silent. He pulled you back to his arms. The sound of the bell was almost silent in the noisy bar DJ music. Only you and he could hear it. Similarly, when the men and women on the dance floor were dancing, there were also people like you two who were not easy to be sent in a dark. He began to flirt in the current corner, or he was already having sex secretly. This makes you slightly suffocated and makes you happy. You couldn't help laughing, a sickly and happy smile that seemed to be dominated by emotional illusions. You are almost out of control. The only thing you can restrain yourself now is your mouth. You don't want your "brother" in different dimensions to know your most secretive, crazy and disgusting psychology. From the point of view of normal people, this is undoubtedly a distorted and unhealthy flirt, especially for you and him who are almost strangers. However, Fortunately, You Are Not Normal.

He saw the corners of your mouth raised and pressed close to your cheek. "Do you usually like to come to this kind of place?" You followed his eyes and looked at the other corner, and you vaguely saw a muscular man with a naked upper body...? You can't see clearly, but when you see another blonde woman who is shaking her hips behind him, you understand Rick's subtext. Rick Prime looked at the curve of your neck when you turned your head and subconsciously swallowed it. What will your neck look like when he wants to give you a dog chain and a collar? Your face became hotter, and you withdrew your peeping eyes and looked at the table in front of you. As he spoke, he pinched your breasts hard and humiliated you as a lowly bitch in a more sarcastic tone. When your breast patch was removed by him and your nipples were kneaded, you trembled in his arms, as if you had been bitten by some poisonous insect.

The last time Rick Prime flirted was probably a few years ago. At that time, after a certain Rick followed him, he tied the ordinary Rick to a chair and let the poor ordinary Rick see how Prime played with and willingly loved a certain version of ordinary Rick's alien princess, he happened to be in a bad mood that day. After dragging the two into the abyss of despair of humiliation, he let the two die together. After that, the relationship between women or men is often the other party pouting up and waiting for Rick Prime's hormones to vent. He basically does not have any feelings for the disposable bed, not to mention the wasteful act of flirting. After all, everyone has countless versions.

At this moment, Rick Prime realised that his previous humiliation of you seemed to be just a reward for you. His eyes darkened and he unconsciously licked his lips with his tongue. If he had taken you away directly yesterday, it might have reduced the potential interest. He found that public training in the bar seemed to be a good choice. You have the genes of the Sanchez family, and you are also a crazy molecule. Rick Prime is undoubtedly a narcissistic and controlling maniac.

"Oh, no... No..." You resisted looking at the colourful cocktails served by the waiter, subconsciously spitting out the words of resistance in your mouth, and you couldn't continue drinking. Generally speaking, drinking two cups is the limit. A hangover headache after drinking too much can make you feel uncomfortable for several days.

He ordered more cocktails. Rick Prime is not in a hurry to take you back to his laboratory now. The experiment on this occasion may be interesting. His arms clamp you in his arms like steel, and resistance will only hurt yourself. You endure the dizzy brain and bite your tongue to regain some reason. You want to bite him, and then run back to your home, curl up in the quilt and look forward to the rare sense of security.

Then you bit his arm gently, and now his sleeve is stained with your saliva.

He stopped the invasion of your breasts, and then changed your posture - your face is now in front of his chest, your underwear is completely wet, and because of your friction, part of it has changed its position. Part of your wet pussy is attached to his pants, and you are glad that he didn't take off his pants. You avoid eye contact with rick prime. You are afraid of seeing the long-exposed self from his beautiful blue eyes - I'm afraid your self-loathing level is no worse than that of C-137Rick or other Ricks.

"Lick it, bitch."

After being forcefully poured into three low-degree cocktails by Rick Prime, you vaguely heard two words and obediently held his fingers. You have no strength all over your body. Your mouth is wet and warm, and your tongue actively licks the joints of his fingers. You can't see people clearly. He has poured you so much that you can think of the current scene as another spring dream you have with your brother. You took the initiative to hold Rick Prime and regard him as the only driftwood in your drunken ocean. When his fingers were pulled out of your mouth, the transparent and erotic white silk was pulled out for a long time. After smearing it on your face, he scolded you as a lewd bitch.

Flirting? Rick Prime won't admit that he wasting so much time on you is a kind of flirtation. He will only say that it is a test. Of course, when you drink too much and can't help licking his face, he thinks you should be further domesticated so that you can really be a "bitch" instead of licking it casually. He unzipped his trousers, and the penis, which had secreted a large amount of prostate fluid, could finally breathe. He pulled you under the table, and you took the initiative to lie on the ground obediently, raised your head and looked at him with those confused eyes, more like a bitch. He couldn't help touching your hair, and then pressed your face on his erect penis.

He drank the remaining cocktails on the table as if nothing had happened, and clicked on the holographic projection to observe the coordinates of other ordinary versions of Ricks who were chasing him. He operated the Defence process quickly and watched with satisfaction that some ricks were lured into other dimensions by bait. "These wastes still don't want to die." Rick Prime sneered and felt the beating of the penis in your mouth. It was licked strangely hard by you. You drew a circle in the horse's eye with the tip of your pink tongue. You drank too much. However, the oral action you can do is only the first imitation of the video and book. Maybe next Ric K Prime will teach you how to do deep throat when you are awake. You drank too much, including his semen. When he shot into your mouth, you subconsciously swallowed it. Although the liquid had a disgusting, fishy and salty smell, as it once happened in your dream, you undoubtedly swallowed it too.

"Brother..."

After licking his dick clean, you are still rubbing it with your face, unconsciously spitting out taboo words. You seem to be spoiled.

Rick Prime's hearing is not bad. He stares at your face with tears of pain, pleasure and despair with those cold blue eyes.

"Prime, thank you..."

He was stunned for about a second, and then his frustration was covered by great anger. It's fucking interesting that the "toy" he has been playing with is projecting him into another person through the drunken fog - the shadow of the old-dead brother who didn't even invent the teleportation gun. He turned off the blue-lighted holographic screen and roughly pulled your hair to force you to look directly at him. "Sober, bitch. I'm not your dead waste brother."

Rick Prime's penis is erect again, and he can feel the wet breath of the tip of your nose brushing it. But what made him more annoyed was a trace of strange emotions rising in his heart - an anger of being denied existence, mixed with the potential possessiveness of this fragile and crazy psychologically distorted creature in front of him.

You looked up at Rick Prime's face with an almost crazy smile on the corners of your mouth.

"Then kill me..." Your voice fluttered, with drunken sweetness. Prime can't tell whether you are talking to him or continuing to indulge in your drunken spiritual world.

Rick Prime's fingers untied the leather collar around your neck, and the bruises he left yesterday twisted like dancing in the light. His fingers covered it.

In the noise of electronic music in the bar, he could feel the beating of the neck artery of the creature in front of him. Your life is so fragile that it can be crushed by him at any time. But at the same time, the madness and loneliness in you similar to Rick Prime makes him feel a strange resonance...? He stopped the idea, and no one could understand him. So... What on earth attracted you to him? Rick Prime did not continue to think deeply about this problem.

"Do you think this will make me angry?" He bent down and sprayed his burning breath into your ear, "You poor bitch who is eager to be destroyed." But Rick Prime is not sure whether this sentence can be heard by you who are in a state of deep disselation. He picked you up effortlessly and let you straddle him. Do you think I will let you die easily? Oh, don't be silly. I will make you suffer more than now... until you wake up from your own dream and see clearly who is fucking you and playing with your body."

Rick Prime's fingers stroked your soft cheeks, tears and semen mixed on your face, looking at a face similar to his, unexpectedly erotic.

Your warm and intoxicated breath spilled on his fingers, and you stuck out your tongue and licked his fingers.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at himself reflected in his dark and confused eyes. You are still looking at him with that annoying look, as if you are looking at another person through him.

"Your drinking is a little too bad." He said coldly, with sarcasm in his tone. He just let you drink five cocktails.

Are you drinking poorly, or are you using alcohol to escape from the world?

His fingers slowly moved down, drawing the line of your jaw, lingering on your slender neck. Under the dim light of the bar, the shallow bruises loomed, like an ambiguous mark. His desire to give you a collar is stronger. Maybe he will give you a collar that can circulate current. Whenever your thoughts run to your closed world, he will wake you up with electric current.

Your body is completely leaning against his arms, and the warm body temperature is transmitted to him through the thin skirt and the exposed low-breasted top. Rick Prime can feel your rapid heartbeat and the sweet smell mixed with alcohol and lust. The residual semen on your lips has a moist lustre under the neon light.

"But you are very sober, aren't you? You know who is fucking you." His other hand slid up against the inside of your thigh and felt a slippery place. You want to escape from this kind of excitement, but your whole body is weak, and he won't let you leave easily.

The rhythm of the music became more manic, and the deafening drum beat covered your fine moans. Rick Prime suddenly tightened his hand holding your neck, forcing you to look at him.

"Look at me." He gave an irresistible order, "Tell me, who are you thinking about now?"

The pupils are gradually loose, and alcohol and lack of oxygen make your consciousness more blurred.

You can feel Rick Prime's burning breath mixed with the smell of metal and alcohol sprayed on his face, and the blue eyes are dancing with dangerous flames. If you answer wrong, today may be your last day.

His fingers have reached into your private parts, roughly stirring the mud. The pleasure flows through your spine like an electric current, but you can only sob intermittently.

"P-prime..." You muttered helplessly, and tears slipped uncontrollably and dripped on both of you.

The call made Rick Prime's movements stop slightly, but soon, he showed a dangerous smile. Well, it seems that you have finally regained consciousness from the stupid self-world." He let go of the hand that was holding your neck and turned to pry open your lips. "Remember this name, because you will keep calling it all the time."

His kiss was full of aggression, and his tongue probed hard into her mouth, tasting the mixed taste inside. You completely lost your resistance in this kiss, and your hand was weakly on his shoulder, let him take it. He roughly imitated the action of sex, inserted your mouth with his tongue, and then bit your tongue with his sharp teeth, bleeding. It's not so much a kiss as his unilateral occupation.

Rick Prime can feel your obedience, which makes his desire to abuse stronger.

"It seems that you have finally learned what to do." He let go of your red and swollen lips and looked at your blank expression with satisfaction. His fingers are still wantonly in your body, sometimes gentle and sometimes rough.

Your breathing is getting faster and faster, and your whole body is on the verge of gradual collapse.

Rick Prime suddenly pulled out his finger and whispered in your ear, "I want you to remember that only I can make you like this." He grabbed your hand and put it on his huge erect penis again. "Your dead good brother can't fuck his lewd bitch sister in the bar, can he?"

Hearing this sentence, your body suddenly stiffened. He said your true thoughts nakedly. You want to justify yourself, but Rick Prime's thick genitals are against your already wet entrance. Don't deny it," he bit your earlobe, with a trace of madness in his voice. "Your bottom is soaked. You are a slutty bitch who wants to die because her brother can't fuck you."

Rick Prime's indifferent eyes fell on the remaining glowing cocktail on the table, and he stopped stuffing his dick directly into your body. He grabbed the unopened blue cocktail on the table and put the cold bottle on your neck, making your hot body suddenly tremble with ice.

"Since you like drinking so much..." Prime gently pried open the bottle cap, and then you were on the boundary of sobriety and chaos. You seemed to know what he was going to do, but when your collarbone was soaked in cold liquid, you realised that he had poured wine on you.

The wine bottle tilted slowly, and you listened to his voice, "Then let your body taste it too."

You trembled in his arms, and alcohol and desire made her body particularly sensitive. You can feel Rick Prime's hard genitals against your already wet pussy, bringing a sense of emptiness to that place. The burning touch makes you unconsciously twist.

"Prime..." You sobbed unconsciously.

This call made Rick Prime's pupils shrink slightly. He roughly tore off your coat and admired your exposed body in the dim light. Those genetic characteristics similar to his - pale complexion and slender bone structure - are stimulating his possessiveness. The liquid flows along the collarbone through the tip of your nipple, drawing mottled blue lines on your body, just like a sacrifice - sacrifice, this word suddenly comes to mind in your mind - maybe you sacrificed something, maybe you yourself, and then you got this extremely real dream now.

The cold liquid winds down your skin, leaving blue marks on your fair chest. Prime leaned over and held your nipples, and rolled away the sweet and greasy wine with the tip of her tongue. He suddenly inserted, "Bitch, your vagina is so tight..." You can feel his thick genitals, which can reach the deepest every time. You have to say that this is much better than your last sex experience. Maybe it's the effect of alcohol that makes the pain less unbearable.

In an unnoticed corner, your sanity completely collapsed with the entry of Prime. You can't tell whether you are awake or drunk. You can only feel the burning hard object supporting your body inch by inch. Pain and pleasure are intertwined, and tears blur your vision, but you can still see the similar but completely different face, holding your waist and fucking you fiercely with his dick.

"Look at your lewd appearance," Prime bit your earlobe and whispered, "Is it so good to be fucked by your 'brother'?" He deliberately emphasised the word "brother" and increased the strength of his lower body. Alcohol and pleasure make your consciousness more and more blurred. The boundary between reality and fantasy has become blurred, and you can only lean on him.

Prime admired your confused expression and continued to pour the wine on you. The blue liquid flows through your undulating chest, winds down the lower abdomen, and finally flows to the part where the two intercourse. The cold touch makes you tremble all over, and you can feel Prime's genitals become hotter and harder. He gently pulled out his dick and let the liquid flow into your body.

"Your mouth is much more honest than your bitch."

"P-prime..." You muttered helplessly. Prime pinched your chin and forced you to look straight into his eyes. The blue eyes full of control flashed a dangerous light, just like a scientist in control of everything observing his most proud experiment. At this time yesterday, you asked him to look into your eyes, which were symmetrical at this moment.

"Do you know?" Prime played with you with her dick while playing with your sensitive clitoris with her fingers. "Your body is much more honest than you. Every time I say the word 'brother', your pussy will tighten. He smiled evilly, "What a perverted good sister."

You want to shake your head and deny it, but your body honestly responds to Prime's words. Your lower body is constantly secreting love juice, mixed with cool alcohol, making a lewd sound of water at the intersection of the two. You buried your head in his chest, and the eyes of passers-by seemed to turn into searchlights, leaving you nowhere to hide. Prime can feel that your uterine mouth will open slightly every time you go deep, as if inviting him to invade.

"You said," Prime suddenly slowed down, and the genitals slowly grinded in your body. "If Rick in other dimensions knew that they might have such a lewd sister, how would he react?" His hand pinched Helen's waist and nailed her to his genitals. "Maybe I should let them all come and taste you." He smiled and imagined the pain of those who value family feelings to learn the truth after being tempted into bed by you.

This sentence makes you shudder all over, and the inner wall contracts violently, obviously stimulated by this idea. Prime looked at your reaction with satisfaction and accelerated the speed of insertion. The noisy music in the bar perfectly covers up your suppressed moans like a kitten crying, but Prime can clearly feel every reaction of your body.

With the last few sprints, Prime shot hot semen into your uterus, as if a thirsty container was finally filled, as his presence filled your void soul. You leaned weakly in his arms, your eyes were distracted, and there was still a little liquid left at the corners of your mouth, a container that had just been violated.

Prime tidied up her clothes and looked at you slumped in the seat. Your clothes have been soaked in blue wine, your upper body is exposed, and your pink and sucked nipples have a crystal reflection. More wine mixed with two people's body fluids flows down from the inside of your thighs, opening a dark water stain on the seat.

"Do you enjoy it so much?" Prime joked, "But the experiment has just begun." He took out the teleportation gun and activated the teleportation door before you could react, and picked you up effortlessly. The dazzling green light flashed through the corner of the bar, and when the other guests noticed the corner, it was empty, leaving only a mess of seats, abandoned collars and untabled liquor bills.

The dazzling white light of the laboratory makes you squint your eyes uncomfortably. Before you recovered from the afterglow of drunkenness and orgasm, you felt Prime's cold fingers touch your skin again, making you tremble.

"Welcome to your new home," there was a trace of morbid pleasure in his voice, "My dear experiment."

（Thank you for reading! I am using Apple Translate for translation）

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