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[Author's note: If you haven't read my other series, For Love of Love--you don't have to, since this is a standalone series, but it uses general concepts from it--there are a few things you'll need to understand, mostly related to the Order of Interdictors, who are a number of Vaccine Digimon who hunt down and destroy Viruses. Mainly, they're composed of Clerimon, who are white, scaly, wingless humanoid dragons; the Citadel is the center of their operation, and they're divided into 21 chapters.]

"You're in over your head, little Clerimon," said the Digimon with skin in alternatingly black and green stripes said before throwing her onto the ground onto a bed of small, sharp rocks that dug into her back through her robes and underneath her scales, drawing blood.

"Ah..." struggling for a few seconds with a body that didn't want to cooperate with the mind that was supposed to be controlling it, she shoved the tip of her sword into the ground and managed to push herself back up onto her feet.

"I ... will ... kill you," she said with all the resolve that she could manage, assuring herself that it was an absolute truth. Vaccines killed viruses. This battle wasn't going to be any exception to that, especially if she was involved.

"I don't think you will, you little bitch," the virus hissed at her, showing off a bunch of short, sharp teeth that were in its head. "I usually don't like the test of vaccines, but I think I'll make an exception this time for a yummy-look thing like you."

Amanda bared her own teeth and hissed at the piece of filth, pushing down against the ground with her feet and leaping at the virus, aiming to slash across his chest and wipe the pathetic piece of shit off the face of the Digital World.

One hand grabbed her wrist and twisted it; expecting that, she rolled with it, placing herself on t he outside of the grab and swinging her elbow in to hit him in the stomach. The next thing she knew, she heard a loud snap as her arm was broken by his other hand moving hard down on her elbow, making her scream in pain and drop to her knees.

"Heh...I was going to just eat you and put you out of your misery," he said, kicking her sword away, ripping her clothes off, and pushing her to the ground, whimpering in fear and pain. "But I should probably tenderize you first. Now be a good little bitch and let me get my pants off..."

That was probably an opportunity of some kind, but she couldn't think straight; the pain was numbing all of her senses, making her vision blurry and her mind numb. No, don't do that... she vaguely had an idea that a hand was pushing her legs apart and feeling up her thigh...that wasn't allowed...she didn't want that...

No ...somewhere, dimly, she felt sensations that she hadn't felt before, that she had some nebulous idea that she wasn't supposed to feel; then there was pain that rocketed through most of her body.

A few sharp pains in her face brought her back into reality. She...she was being raped...she was committing the ultimate sin, failing in her mission and allowing herself to be taken by a virus.

She knew now why these things were forbidden; they caused incredible pain...every part of her body and mind railed against the idea and the action of what was being done to her, but she didn't have the strength to get him away.

That part of the body that only males had was inside her, and he kept pushing it in and out like mad. Her body couldn't take it for very long, her insides felt like they were going to explode. Her sword was only a few feet away, he hadn't kicked it very far...if only he'd stop shoving that damn thing inside her with so much force...

"S-stop..." she whimpered, her stoicism fading away through the pain and shame of what was happening to her. "Please, stop..."

"Fuck you, bitch," he smacked her again. Every time he smacked her like that, the pain everywhere got more intensed. Her arm, between her legs, inside of her stomach, her feet, everything hurt, and him constantly shoving in and pulling out that part of his body wasn't helping anything.

She'd give anything to stop it...she screamed a few times; from frustation, from pain, from anger, from hate. Was this really what she was? She couldn't be anything more than a breeding-hole for viruses?

"Her name is Amanda." Adrenaline shot through her body again. That voice, she thought as the virus giggled gleefully. She knew that voice...it was her commander, her Controller...had she come to kill her for failing in her mission?

"Who the fuck--!"

"Shinzuifudou dehoudai." A calm sound, like rushing water, swept over her mind...in the deep recesses of wherever she was, she heard something that sound like a scream, but she didn't care...

Control...

* * * * * *

The same female Clerimon awaok to knocking sounds on her door with a gasp, panting quietly. She quickly looked away in shame when she realized that the sheets between her legs was wet from something other than the sweat that that the rest of her sheets were covered in. Sighing and putting that thought out of mind, she got up, put her robes on and checked the door.

"I'm sorry to wake you, Control; you've been summoned early."

"No, of course...thank you."

The Controller of the 8th Chapter hadn't been to the Citadel in a long enough time that she could no longer remember what it looked like. That wasn't particularly normal--in fact, she was known as something of a recluse because of her choice to stay as far from the Citadel as possible, and she was constantly scolded and looked at as almost unloyal, but the councils didn't have a problem with it so long as she answered their direct summons when they needed her.

This was one of those times. The entire 1st, 8th, and 12th Chapters, all of whom were known for their combat abilities, had been recalled to the Citadel so their commanders could speak directly with the Council of Assignment regarding a joint mission that was especially important to the Order, and she knew better than to disobey an order from one of the Councils; especially one that she interacted with on such a regular basis and had such an impact on her day to day operations; even without some kind of negative declaration, they could easily ruin her reputation and her honor by delegating only menial tasks to her and her subordinates.

Of course, she would never let herself be corrupted by any kind of personal issue that would dominate her obligations and her oath to to the order, so such thoughts were nothing more than idle thinking to pass the time while she waited in the Council chambers for the arrival of the 12th Chapter's Controller.

The Controller of the 1st Chapter, of course, was already present, as his entire Chapter had the luxury of residing in the Citadel for the entire duration of their service to the Order. In a few ways, she envied them; they could leave the tall, ivory-white 21 towers that made up both their own operating center and the seat of the Order itself and explore the city where those that they protected lived.

When they returned from an assignment, they could look around and put a face on the Digimon that they knew they were saving. In the depths of the virus-infested lower regions of the Digital World, she didn't have that luxury; what they had was a different kind of comradeship. All they had was each other; they depended on that, counted on it, and grew from it. She supposed that it had its advantages in her Chapter, which trained extensively in small-group martial combat; each one of the twenty-one chapters did, ultimately.

The most versatile Interdictors, as well as those with an extremely strong history of service, resided in the Citadel itself and served under the banner of the 1st Chapter, where they went on individual missions against the stronger viruses living in the upper layers to mold themselves into some of the strongest Digimon known. The greatest magic users in the Order's 7th Chapter coordinated themselves in crystal-filled forest glades where they could meditate in their own way and hone their abilities. The armorers of the 19th Chapter produced the most beautiful swords that could be imagined, using the heat of the volcanic layer in which they lived to forge materials that would have otherwise been impossible to work with. Each one had their own unique traits and their own unique abilities and methodologies, but all of them excelled at what mattered most, and that was bringing purification to the viruses that infected the Digital World.

"Control 8," someone used her title behind her. She turned around to see who it was. Standing behind her in full ceremonial garb and wearing three sets of swords forged by the 19th Chapter across his back and on his hips, plus carrying a beatufiul, jewel-encrusted scabbarded katana in his right hand that she had heard he had never yet needed to unseath or set aside even during combat, was the Controller of the 1st Chapter. "It has been a while." She nodded slightly, admiring the renowned Controller's resplendent, almost silver, white scales and perfect facial structure from his eyes, down to his muzzle; even his neck and collar seemed like they had been perfectly molded for beauty.

Over time, Controllers forgot their name; to call one by their given name was extremely offensive regardless of station; she was young enough that she could still remember her name if she dwelt on it, but the time it took her to recall it was growing longer and longer each time as it trophied with disuse. Eventually, like all the others, she would forget her own identity and would become what all Interdictors dreamed to be; an integral part of the Order, dedicated to the purity of the Digital World, and completely without any unnecessary sense of the self.

"It has..." she answered. Before her assignment to the 8th Chapter as an officer, she had served under him as an Interdictor in the 1st Chapter. It was seventeen years until she had seen his physical form when he had hand-picked her for one of his own assignments that had been given to him by the Councils.

"Were you attacked during your trip here?" he asked, sitting down and resting his hand on the hilt of his katana.

"Once, but they were quickly purified before they could kill any of the Chapter," she answered, feeling a little proud of herself; she knew that it wasn't anything to be proud of, though; she had seen him fight off more viruses than she could count, using only his left hand to make it more difficult for himself so he could train more efficiently.

He had even saved her life once when she was younger, and kept a secret for her that could have resulted in her death or at least her removal from the Order. In all likelihood, he didn't even remember it, but he was really a very important figure in her life, even if she had only seen him a handful of times.

The two of them sat in silence next to one another while their subordinates meditated and trained with one another in the ample facilities of the Order. It wasn't long before the Controller of the 12th Chapter arrive. When he did, the members of the council started speaking almost immediately.

"You three have been summoned here due to the experience of you and your respective chapters in dealing with groups of Viruses banded together toward a single goal," one of the Digimon seated on the Council of Assignment informed them.

"Unfortunately," another one continued, "The Order does not have a monopoly on an increase in power; several particularly potent Viruses have managed to group together and, as we speak, are making their way toward the upper layers with the goal of breaking into the Real World."

The sole female controller gaped a little. The 1st Chapter was known for sending individual Interdictors into the Real world once they had achieved Mega-level strength, where they would hunt down and eliminate those viruses who managed to find their way into the Real World via the portals that would randomly appear every so often in different locations in the more entropic lower layers of the Digital World. However, if the more powerful Viruses that lived in the upper layers were able to make their way into the Real World, it could be very difficult for the Order to track them down and eliminate them; when that happened, it would be a difficult day for the Order, as well as for both worlds..

"Needless to say, this is not an eventuality that was are prepared to accept; axiomatically, failure is not an option, for it would make the operation of the Seers who you all depend on for the detection of your targets extremely difficult. Because of the severity of the situation, you will be accompanying your Chapters personally on the assignment, and the full release of your abilities is permitted. You are encouraged to inspire your subordinates and assist them in combat as is needed."

"You will be taking your entire Chapter with you," another one of the Digimon sitting on the Council continued where the previous one had left off in the way that they always did whenever they communicated with Digimon outside of their own deliberations; whether they were actually capable of reading each other's mind to the degree that they would need to in order to communicate so effectively as a single entity or it was merely some orchestrated thing for the benefit of those who were briefed by multiple members of the councils in this way.

"Should any of you or your subordinates find yourselves in the confines of the Real World," the same one continued, "Your first priority should be the destruction of whatever mechanism they have devised to maintain the link between the Real World and the Digital World, then the destruction of said viruses responsible."

"If it goes as planned," the one that had started speaking continued, "and you reach them before they are able to breach the barrier and make their way into the Real World, your first priority should be the destruction of the Digimon themselves. Ideally, any sort of device used by the viruses should be returned here so the Archives and the 2nd chapter can perform analysis on them so we may better prevent such things in the future."

The female controller looked to her left and to her right, wondering how the other two Controllers were reacting to the news of their mission. On her left, the Controller of the 1st Chapter had the same perfectly calm, aloof and unchanging expression that he always had, seeming more like an extremely well-detailed statue rather than a living creature, and the Controller of the 12th Chapter on her right was failing at trying to suppress a grin; he had a reputation for doing whatever he had to in order to get hold of data to further his own research into what made viruses the way the were, and she had no doubt that he was thinking of what he could do with such powerful sources of information.

"You will be leaving immediately; we assume that you have prepared whatever provisions and armaments you require." She and the Controller on her right nodded; the leader of the 1st Chapter continued to stare blankly forward without responding.

* * * * * *

The Citadel...the largest known collective of Vaccine and Data type Digimon in the Digital World. and a magnificent collective it was, thought Emily, a young Clerimon Interdictor who had only been in active duty in the 8th Chapter for a few months. In their sanctuary back hom where they spent time in meditation, there was a large painting of the Citadel, but it didn't do justice to the sight before her eyes.

She had heard stories, too, from other Interdictors who had been sent to the Citadel on assignment; their descriptions didn't do it any justice, either. The tall, ivory towers, the magnificent fountains, the beautiful white stone streets...she had never seen anything like it for her entire life. The city down in the depths of the Digital World where the 8th Chapter based itself was only 16 buildings or so, and more or less existed for the express purpose of supporting the Interdictors who worked from there.

Everyone was right when they said it was an inspiring sight...the happy people walking around the streets living their lives, giving small bows to her every time they passed by...it made hr want to excel at what she did, and train faster and harder to be the strongest Interdictor she could possibly be, so she could excel at the work she did.

All the others from the 8th Chapter seemed to be as exicted at she was. They were mostly older than she was and had been here before, but they were all just as ecstatic about being here and probably being sent on assignment with detachmens from other Chapters; that, she had been told, was always a high honor and a wonderful opportunity for learning.

"Greetings, Interdictors," a tall, female Interdictor said to them once they arrived to the training courtyard where the had been instructed to report by Control. The woman had on her shoulder the thin band of interlinked metal silver leaves about the size of a fingernail that marked her as a Teacher, an experienced Interdictor who spent all their time passing on the knowledge that they had gained to the younger members of the Order. "I'm Suka, and I'll be helping you train here while your Controllers are meeting with the Council of Assignment."

Emily smiled admiringly at the Teacher, wondering what kind of magnificent things she had done and what kind of stories she could tell. After a few introductions betwen those in the upper ranks, Suka split them up based on their experience and paired them off with other Interdictors with instructions to use the weapon they favored most.

Eager to display and improve her martial abilities, Emily picked up her glaive from the rack where it had been placed by the stewards of the Citadel, who had taken their weapons when they entered the gate to the Citadel.

She joined two other relatively young Interdictors from her own Chapter in facing off against one of the Clerimon from the 1st Chapter who wielded two swords like their Contoller did in the stories that she had heard about him.

* * * * * *

The viruse all had their own reasons for going to the Digital World. Some of them were hoping to get lucky and find a Tamer so they could live the life that most Digimon dreamed about; some wanted to find and kill Digimon who were living that life so they could make themselves more powerful, and some of them were just looking for a safe place to hide from the Interdictors and the other Digimon that made it their personal quests to kill everthing that they came into contact with.

Normally, they never would have come together for anything because at best, they were always at cross-purposes, and at worst, the ones who just wanted data would have simply killed the weaker ones. But there was a single powerful virus, more so than the rest, that kept those in check. That virus' name was Juliana; a reptilian centaur-like creature with an extremely long, thin, whiplike tail that could move faster than most eyes could track it and could case considerable damage to anything that the person it was connected to wanted dead, she inspired a sort of fear in most of the upper-level viruses that they hadn't known before.

She knew full well that once hey made their way into the Real World, they were probably going to try to kill her, but she didn't give a fuck. She had a different reason for going to the Real World, nothing like the petty, pathetic reasons that most of the other Digimon had who wanted to make their way into it; once she did, she wasn't going to have to worry about anything like that.

At the moment, though, she was just enjoying herself; There were more than a few big, quadrapedic viruses about with nice, juicy, exotic dicks, so while she was biding the ime waiting for their ... product ... to arrive, she was gripping a branch across the ground with her fore-talons and leaning on a tree with the human portion of her body while a large, mean-looking green dragon behind her with his forepaws on the same log that she was leaning forward on railed her with its cock, which had these absolutely delightful ripples going down from the head all the way to the base. As those waves slid back and forth, in and out of her, it brought her inchingly closer to gushing every time; it wasn't anywhere near as good as some of the things she could do to herself with her tail, but there was just something about standing there stationary and letting someone else do all the work and fuck you mindless that made it better thanust playing with yourself all the time.

"Mmm, Juliana, you're a tight little cunt, aren't you?" the dragon growled underneath his breath. She could smell the acrid, acidic scent of his breath weapons as his spit dripped down from his mouth onto the area of her body where her skin and her scales merged. The scent made her feel hot and want to feel more of what was inside of her.

Opening her mouth and moaning as a particularly pleasurable thrust rammed through her, pressing especially hard against her spot, she felt her muscles clench the big virus' cock inside of her. He grunted much in the same way, then really started going at her, pulling his dick almost all the way out of her then roughly shoving it all the way back in. Bracing herself by putting more of her weight through her foretalons into the log that she was braced against, she pressed back against the hind regions of the virus, trying to pull every centimeter inside of her that she could get.

A loud grunt from above her head and a rapid expanding of the base of the dick as it was fully in her, driving the Digimon who owned it to push it even harder and faster inside of her signalled his approaching orgasm; sporadic brief flares of his head made her even more sure, as well as making her moan and turn her head back to watch the dick slide in and out of her. He stopped for a moment inside her and spasmed slightly, the head flaring out further than it had before, but she didn't have time to be disappointed that she hadn't cum, because he quickly started up again, humping against her wildly.

"Uhhhnnn..." she closed her eyes and moaned. "F-fuck me," she groaned as the railing got more and more intense. Her own orgasm not too far away, she could feel her own insides becoming more and more sensitive, her own desires to reach that moment intensified. "Come on, fuck me..." she moaned again, tightening around those ripples on the dragon virus' dick, feeling herself squirt a little down onto the ground. "Yes!" she almost screamed as a hard, fast series of thrusts threw the muscles of her pussy into a series of contractions, squirting out her feminine juices at least twice before the male who was fucking her finally came, his head flaring out and giving her a little extra pleasure to finish her off as her last contraction waved through her pussy and made her gush out what was left inside of her.

Panting while the dragon Digimon's flare slowly faded away and the extra cum leaked out of her, dripping onto the ground underneath her, she grinned and stretched to relive the tension that the spasms of the orgasm had given her muscles.

"Juliana, how long are we going to wait here?" One of the younger viruses who were probably the kind that were trying to get away from some of the bigger Digimon asked her.

"Until the Interdictors get here."

"What, why!?" the feather-covered humanoid fluffed its features. "I thought the point of this was to get away from them, not try to get them to come to where we are!"

Juliana giggled; there were only a few of the other Digimon around her that had any idea exactly what plans she had in mind; maybe she should have. The reaction of the younger ones when they found out they were waiting for the Interdictors to come kill them was absolutely priceless.

"No, you idiot; my plan was to drag you all here to put me in danger and get all of, including myself, killed by a bunch of damned Clerimon. That's it; that's what took me two years to plan out."

"... I don't want to die, Juliana..."

"No one's going to die," she groaned and rolled her eyes and how pathetic the little male was. Obviously, she didn't know whether or not that was going to be true. To be honest, she didn't really care; she just needed wimpy Digimon like the one that was whining to her ow to buy her the time that she'd need to nab one of the female Clerimon and do what needed to be done to breach the barrier.

She giggled a little at the thought...it was actually pretty funny, how it was going to work out. All it took to breach the barrier was blood from the deflowering of a Clerimon; they were wonderfully unstable creatures...very high percentages of minor mutations in their code and what.

She laughed to herself a little more, thinking about a few months ago, before the Interdictors at the Citadel developed their own permanent portals to the Real World, when she had first come up with the idea of using a Clerimon's data to modify the would around it. She was brooding down in some of the middle lower layers where the Interdictors spent most of their time eliminating viruses, and she had run into a number of small Clerimon who had just come back from the other world.

Having not had anything to do for a while, she had been bored, and took her time playing with them. Once they realized that they were far from being srong enough to kill her, they tried to run away, but that would have killed her fun. She tried to get one of the males to fuck her, but, like all Interidictors, they found the idea of sex, especially with a virus, an absolutely repulsive idea, so instead, she let her tail snap about, removing various parts of their body until there wasn't anything left to sustain life and absorbed all their data. She had a few cuts on her hand from blocking the weapons of the Interdictors with her bare hands and claws, but it wasn't anything that bothered her.

The two females that had been left put up more of a fight; it was probably the kind of adrenaline rush that you get when you know its your last chance fur survival, but it didn't last long; completely stripped of their clothes and covered with dark red strips across their scales where her tail had raked across them, she tied the two of them against each other and tried to get them to make out. When they refused, she decided to fix their virginity herself, fisting one of them and almost running her tail through the gspot of the other one.

It was obvious that they had tried to suppress their moans and pleasure, but she wasn't stupid; it felt good for them, and she knew it; the miserable look on their faces as she roughly fisted the two of them into quivering, cumming orgasms, telling them how naughty and sutty they were the whole time, was absolutely precious.

After telling them she was going to let them live, she thrust her tail through their abdomens so they'd be miserable for a while, then took her blood and juice-covered hands and flung the fluids off of them in the general direction of the portal, which changed in color from a weak red to a strong, pulsating blue.

Immediately intrigued by the reinforcement and prolonged life of the portal by nothing more than a female Clerimon's cum, she stayed with the bleeding, near-dead Clerimon to find out exactly what had happened; it took her about a month to figure out that it wasn't just the orgasmic fluids and lubricant from their bodies that was responsible, it was the way that her own data, which had been provided by the slight gashes on her hands, mixed with it in the short term.

Knowing that another male virus Digimon's cum would contain more potent data than the blood that was running through her hands, it occurred to her that was the cause.

She had done too much damage to the Clerimon, unfortunately, for them to survive the trip here, and despite their numbers, they were actually quite hard to come by unless you just happened to meet some of them by chance.

ere?" One of the younger viruses who were probably the kind that were trying to get away from some of the bigger Digimon asked her.

"Until the Interdictors get here."

"What, why!?" the feather-covered humanoid fluffed its features. "I thought the point of this was to get away from them, not try to get them to come to where we are!"

Juliana giggled; there were only a few of the other Digimon around her that had any idea exactly what plans she had in mind; maybe she should have. The reaction of the younger ones when they found out they were waiting for the Interdictors to come kill them was absolutely priceless.

"No, you idiot; my plan was to drag you all here to put me in danger and get all of, including myself, killed by a bunch of damned Clerimon. That's it; that's what took me two years to plan out."

"... I don't want to die, Juliana..."

"No one's going to die," she groaned and rolled her eyes and how pathetic the little male was. Obviously, she didn't know whether or not that was going to be true. To be honest, she didn't really care; she just needed wimpy Digimon like the one that was whining to her ow to buy her the time that she'd need to nab one of the female Clerimon and do what needed to be done to breach the barrier.

She giggled a little at the thought...it was actually pretty funny, how it was going to work out. All it took to breach the barrier was blood from the deflowering of a Clerimon; they were wonderfully unstable creatures...very high percentages of minor mutations in their code and what.

She giggled a little more, thinking about a few months ago, before the Interdictors at the Citadel developed their own permanent portals to the Real World, when she had first come up with the idea of using a Clerimon's data to modify the would around it. She was brooding down in some of the middle lower layers where the Interdictors spent most of their time eliminating viruses, and she had run into a number of small Clerimon who had just come back from the other world.

Having not had anything to do for a while, she had been bored, and took her time playing with them. Once they realized that they were far from being srong enough to kill her, they tried to run away, but that would have killed her fun. She tried to get one of the males to fuck her, but, like all Interidictors, they found the idea of sex, especially with a virus, an absolutely repulsive idea, so instead, she let her tail snap about, removing various parts of their body until there wasn't anything left to sustain life and absorbed all their data. She had a few cuts on her hand from blocking the weapons of the Interdictors with her bare hands and claws, but it wasn't anything that bothered her.

The two females that had been left put up more of a fight; it was probably the kind of adrenaline rush that you get when you know its your last chance fur survival, but it didn't last long; completely stripped of their clothes and covered with dark red strips across their scales where her tail had raked across them, she tied the two of them against each other and tried to get them to make out. When they refused, she decided to fix their virginity herself one at a time.

It was obvious that they had tried to suppress their moans and pleasure, but she wasn't stupid; it felt good for her, and Juliana knew it; the miserable look on her face as she roughly fisted the fragile thing into quivering, cumming orgasms, telling her how naughty and sutty she was the whole time, and with her friend forced to watch, was absolutely precious.

After telling them she was going to let them live, she thrust her tail through their abdomens so they'd be miserable for a while, then took her blood and juice-covered hands and flung the fluids off of them in the general direction of the portal, which changed in color from a weak red to a strong, pulsating blue.

Immediately intrigued by the reinforcement and prolonged life of the portal by nothing more than a female Clerimon's cum, she stayed with the bleeding, near-dead Clerimon to find out exactly what had happened; it took her about a month to figure out that it wasn't just the orgasmic fluids and lubricant from their bodies that was responsible, it was the way that her own data, which had been provided by the slight gashes on her hands, mixed with it in the short term.

Knowing that another male virus Digimon's cum would contain more potent data than the blood that was running through her hands, it occured to her that maybe it could be used to breach the way into the Real World in a more permanent sense, through the barrier that separated the two worlds.

Doing more testing with the one who's virginity hadn't been taken yet, it turned out that the concoction of data from sex was more potent when the blood came from the Clerimon's pussy as they lost their virginity.

Even though she had figured it out beforehand, she brought the one Clerimon that was still alive and raped her again to see if it was strong enough to breach the wall despite the fact that she had already lost her virginity (and then some) a while before. She was still quivering and naked, tied to one of the trees that were nearby, leaking cum from her pussy after a few of the younger viruses who had probably never fucked anyone before in their life had a little fun with her; one of them had been stupid and shoved his dick down her throat, and she damn near bit it off. Some males were incredibly stupid.