tofi's trail

When Han stole someones body she also stole their memories. She might not be too pleased with her current temporary body, the one originally belonging to the man called D3, but she did like some of the particular memories. D3s friend, the tall, blond soldier with a propensity to blush at any random time, was handsome to look at, and in some of the memory flashes that she had gotten, he was even pretty.

It wasn’t difficult to get the man alone in a utility closet; D2- Carl- had been friends with D3 for a decade and he trusted him completely, both in the line of duty and, interestingly enough (both from what she knew of the US military and from her own interests) in the bedroom.

It wasn’t difficult to tie his wrists to the shaft of the mop that caught him between D3’s large body and the ladder she had tied the mop to.

D2 was tall, D3 was taller. Han had not been nearly this tall in her own body even when she was young. She liked leaning down against the cheerful blond soldier, claiming his lips and spreading his legs with the broom in the utility closet. It was a little disappointing not to be playing around with the soldier as herself, but there was something thrilling in the fact that he had no idea that she wasn’t really D3.

He made some really nice sounds, for all he was trying to suppress them. D3 and D2 wasn’t- hadn’t been in a relationship, per se, they were just close friends who could work together well and also have sex together once in a while. Han gladly made use of that knowledge, the power over D2 that her current form had over the man.

Before she became a Comrade and gained this ability, she never would have imagined she could make someone so flustered, have someone so pliant. With her real body, she never would have been able to do something like what she can do to D2.

She might dislike her current appearance, but she did enjoy immensely the way that she could ravage his body to her hearts content.

Blinded