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Irene looked at him and gave a smile. "You must be Taylor? I'm assuming your Nancy's kid?" She stood back a bit and opened the door even further. "Come in, come in. I baked some cookies, I thought you might be hungry after your flight so I just got some cookies done. Did your mom talk to you about why you are here? Or how long?"

She didn't quite know herself but it seemed to be that she was over whatever he did. She would have rules here and that was something she liked. She liked order and discipline and that's why she did enjoy the BDSM community. But would he and would her idea seem ridiculous. She was older than him and she wondered if that was even something he was into.

What did the generation call it... oh yes a MILF even though she wasn't a mother. She had never even been married, single with a few causal hook ups here and there with her modeling keeping her busy and her love of cooking she barely fit in sleeping and eating. But she was passionate about both. "How are you, how was the flight?"

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"Yeah my mom is pretty much being a bitch, that's why I'm here. I have no idea for how long either but she said she can't trust me alone." He responded as he walked by her and walking toward the living room. It was like the mention of his mother brought him back to the situation and away from the beautiful woman in front of him. He threw the duffle bag down on the couch and turned to look at her. "Listen Irene, I'm not 12; I appreciate the cookie gesture but I'm an adult. So let's just stay out of each others way. I'll take whatever room you have to offer and stay in there. I'll do my own thing. I'll stay here if you have to leave. That way your not tied down it's not like you can take me everywhere with you anyways." He finished as he flopped down onto the couch beside his duffle bag.

He pulled out his phone and put his feet up on the table in front of him. He was really testing his limits and he was sure he would get his way. Either way he was going to do what he wanted and nobody was going to stop him.

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Irene looked at him and took the way he spoke as sad. How could he treat his mother this way? His attitude was atrocious as she watched him put his bag on the couch and she looked at him.

"I never said you were twelve, I offered cookies because I like to bake and I made them for you. My guest. You aren't here as my child but someone I am having as a guest. If I go I want you to come with me, I travel a lot. You might want to see the world." She took a deep breath and watched him sit on the couch and put his feet up.

Walking towards him she took his feet and pushed it off the table. "I really appreciate if you would behave yourself. We are going to work together. Your mom told me you were troublesome. What's the reason for this, against me when I haven't done anything cruel to you. If you don't want to be treated like a child then you should act like an adult."

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Taylor had opened up Instagram as he sat on the couch. When he whizzed by her he could smell her perfume and as he entered deeper into her home he could smell the fresh baked cookies. He couldn't deny that they did smell really good but he was in no mood to be accepting and agreeable. He had just been scrolling through a few direct messages he had with some girls back home. At least four of which he was playing with until he'd left.

He rolled his eyes as he looked up to her when she moved his feet and responded. She was clearly much stronger willed that his mother and a lot more proper. "Listen lady, I was acting like an adult until my mother sent me here. I have no beef with you as long as you just leave me alone. That's all I asked of my mother and she couldn't even comprehend that." He finished and rolled his eyes again. He finished looking at her and looked back to his phone. "I swear you women are so fucking dumb." He mumbled under his breath.

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Irene looked at him, staring at him, taking in his sight. She didn't like that he was treating her this way. She may have had inappropriate ideas at the first thought of it all, but he was rude and spoiled. She felt bad for his mother who had dealt with this so long, no one she wanted to leave for Africa.

"Well you are treating me like you have beef with me. I won't leave you alone, this is my home which I have chosen to share with you. If your mother didn't send you to me. Do you have a job, money to take care of yourself, somewhere to go? Tell me." She listened to his final comment before she gripped his chin and forced him to look up at her.

"You need to learn some respect, this is a disgrace. This behavior is not kind at all when you have been welcomed, for free might I add to stay in my home. I'm from Paris and barely come here, I could have got her to send you to Paris but I didn't think you would want to go to a country where you do not know the language. I don't know how long your mother will be gone but we are stuck with each other. Now damn it!" She let go and stood to her feet. "You will treat me kindly. Now stop acting like this, and I can show you your bedroom and tell you the rules."

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Taylor ignored most of what the woman had to say. He stayed locked in on his phone. He just continued to roll his eyes at what she had to say. She was clearly getting more and more upset. Her French accent throwing words around like a bullwhip, everything she said was valid and nothing she said was wrong at least to some looking in on the situation. Taylor had some nerve to walk into someone's house and act like this, but he saw nothing wrong with it. He had almost tuned her out completely when he felt her soft but firm hands grabs his chin and forced him to look at her.

Nobody had done that to him since he was a child and she had caught him off guard completely. He now listened to what she had to say in full. His eyes widen to the size of golf balls when she grabbed his chin. When she finished with what she had to say he pushed her hand off of his chin and stood up. "Fine let's get this over with then." He told her as he grabbed his duffle bag beside him. She brought up a valid point, he did have nowhere else to go and she was it. If she thought he was going everywhere she had another thing coming he thought.

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Irene looked at him as he seemed to be caught off guard with her behavior. She wasn't the type to just snap like that. She wanted things to go smoothly between them. She watched as he grabbed his duffle bag and brought it it with him. She walked up the pairs of steps and opened the door on the right. "I thought this bedroom was the closest to mine. You can hang your clothes up in the cupboards and get comfortable." She explained as she looked around at the room.

The room was a light beige in color with a big queen size bed. There was a computer in the corner with a TV as well. "I thought, teenage boy type stuff. Gaming. Rules are, don't bring random people into the house, we can discuss company etc, I travel for work and I want you to accompany me, I assume you don't have a job or a lack of a life really except for what I assume is a sex life and that's probably what pissed your mom. She was a lot more conservative than most." She looked at him. "Questions?"

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Following her up the stairs, Taylor watched her rear. Her butt was beautifully shaped and it was well accented by her dress. She was every mans wet dream, perfect in every way down to the last inch. Even though he was here against his own volition he did admit it would be nice to have some eye candy around the house. If he was lucky maybe he'd see her in a little less if he caught her at just the right moment. His mind wandered and fantasized about her wearing less than she was. Maybe being with her wouldn't be the worst but still he couldn't shake the frustration for why he was here and why he had to leave. He snapped back when they arrived at the room.

He stepped into the room and looked around. It was nice and it had the things he'd wanted. He walked to the bed and set his bag down and listened to Irene's rules. He jumped back to his arrogance with yet another roll of his eyes as she told him he would accompany her wherever and that there were to be no random visitors. He had already begun texting an old flame he had in New York. He'd lived in the state for a few years until him and his mother moved to Michigan. He folded his arms and looked to Irene as she asked if he had questions. "None, just wondering when rec time is. Can you tell me that warden?" He responded sarcastically.

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Irene looked at him carefully, she liked order and discipline. This boy was definitely in need of some and as she watched how he carried himself she was drawn to watch him further and fully study his behavior. "I assume that is a joke, but I am not doing this as a game. I am doing this as a kindness and who knows we may get along on much better terms than you think. We might actually have a lot in common. You see, you know nothing about me, about who I am and what I do. It might be something you and I can agree upon. A happy middle, whats the word?" She thought about it for a moment. "Compromise. Maybe we can do some of that. Plus, I've been quite lonesome so having someone around might be fun."

Her eyes looked him up and down. "Do you know what I do for a living, Taylor? Has your mom mentioned me before today?" She asked wanting to get to know him further and what could possibly come from everything. She wondered how much about women he had to teach if he seemed so clueless, things might have to be really worked on with him, but the idea of getting things going with him intrigued her as she studied him carefully.

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She was right, Taylor did in fact know nothing about her. He watched her as she explained to him that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. That maybe the two of them would get along. He rolled his eyes and turned away from her as she mentioned that the two of them may have a lot in common. "Irene I doubt we have a lot in common. Your downtime is probably spent painting your nails or checking up on the latest reality dating show." He cut in. "Where myself, I am into Video Games, girls, and some other things. I just don't think we're gonna really click unless something drastic is changed." He added.

He stopped and turned to her once again when she asked if he knew who she was. What she did for a living. He clammed up a bit not thinking that she would bring it up. He of course knew she was some sort of lingerie model due to the fact he'd seen his mother's magazines and the fact that he had used them from time to time for some other needs he had. He looked her up and down and opened his mouth. "I uhm I know you model..." he spoke not wanting her to know the full truth behind why he knew what she did.

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Irene watched him for a moment as he spoke about them not having in common. She walked closer to him taking a deeper look before circling around him. "I am a girl, well actually a woman. An upgrade." She said as she whispered into his ear before backing up again. When he knew that she was a model she couldn't help but chuckle, this would be a colorful character she would have to consort with for the next while.

"Lingerie model, but good that you know. So you know I am not a prude and just some old lady who got rich off her inheritance. I got rich by hard work. Work that is in a dirty field, as is most modeling. But you probably know all this." She said walking to the bed and sitting down carefully. "Your mom has bought a few, she told me. Which means she left the magazines behind or you looked them up of your own accord for your own pleasureful means. Catch me if I am wrong here?" She patted the bed beside her.

"As I said, I think we will get along, very well." She said in a low and seductive tone.

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Taylor could her heels click as they stepped closer and soon around him, his head moved as his body stayed still. Her whisper sent chills down his spine and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He didn't feel in control anymore and he felt like she was capitalizing on this moment. He couldn't move his body or his mouth to say anything. He was almost star struck and his more natural urge felt like it was taking control. Her soft voice in his ear has now aroused him as it echoed through his head.

she walked back out in front of him and chuckled at his response. What he feared she would do she did. She knew now that he used her image to pleasure himself to. He felt like he was under her heel, but in a good way. He didn't know how to feel. When she sat on the bed and spoke he thought he was in an episode of the twilight zone. Was she being flirtatious, he wondered. He could feel his groin begin to swell a bit. When she pat the bed beside her he quickly moved to take a seat hoping that it would conceal his growing issue. He now tried to keep his head down avoiding her gaze.

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Irene watched him as he moved so slowly the cocky man who once before her was getting tamed easily. She liked seeing ghat, every man had a weakness and the weakness for most was sex. Drag it into the mix and everything was hum let me do your bidding. She looked as he sat on the bed beside her and she gave a smile.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, masturbation is normal. I just much prefer if you weren't masturbating at an image of mine when you could be actually fucking me." She said cutting the bullshit right court of the sir. "Your mother knows I am no prime virgin, and it seems a man with your attitude and stature gets around. We could make the quite the pair. But I only do exclusive, saves the crap, so what do you say kid?"

She said watching him waiting for him to answer, her chest moved with every breath she took awaiting whatever he said, she cut the crap so now she had to wait to discover the results.

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Hearing her speak to Taylor about his masturbation to her felt like he was just thrown into an Icy cold pool. She continued and what she said completely blindsided him. She preferred him to actually be fucking her instead of masturbating? His head shot up to meet her eyes. Was she serious? His erection raged after hearing that. He felt almost light headed. He must be sleeping, did she really say that, he wondered.

He opened his mouth to respond but only one word came out "Eh... eh... exclusive?". He felt like a virgin during his first year of high-school. This woman was way out of his league. All he could do was sputter with a dumbfounded look on his face as he tries to respond to the gorgeous French model that sat in front of him. He felt like ever dream he had as a high-school kid was suddenly about to come true. With one final try he managed to get his final response out. "Uhm oh... okay."


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"Let's go to the officers over the road." Supergirl suggested, beckoning over towards the men stood next to their patrol cars. The rescued woman nodded and was happy to be escorted over.

The young hero's work was done for the day and as such, she flew away, looking for a high building to land on so she could hide her identity once again. Once she found one, she landed on the top and sighed, putting her glasses back onto her face and pushing them further up the bridge of her nose. As she did this, her costume changed, her regular clothes overlapping her suit. "Right. Back to Kara." She whispered to herself, not knowing that she was being watched closely.

Kara stretched her arms high above her head and walked to the maintenance door on the roof. She walked in, took the stairs to a lower floor and found the elevator, then used it to go to the lobby so she could leave. Once she hit the lobby floor, she walked out into the open air of the city and took in a deep, long breath. She heard a voice from across the road. "Hey Kara, how's it going!?" It questioned. The young woman stared toward where the voice came from and relief washed over her face quickly. It was just a friend. "It's going good! Thank you!" She yelled back, waving her hand high above her head so she could be seen through the huge crowd on the street.

The man walked away into the crowd and she looked around, then began to walk down the street, heading to where her apartment was located. "Long day. I deserve this break..." She told herself, walking down the darkened streets towards her home.

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Maxwell Lord was the most influential business men in all of National City. He was even considered big time on a global scale. Lord was right behind Lex Luthor on the list of household name business men. But what most people didn't know was that Maxwell had a sinister plan in place to remove their favorite heroine from the picture. Lord had been doing his diabolical research for month after month after month. In fact it had been just shy of two years he had been planning this but he finally had all he needed.

Supergirl's secret identity was a closely guarded secret but he had finally found out she was Kara Danvers, the reporter for CatCo. He had been watching her ever since then quite closely while he was still researching her weakness, an even more secretive thing. But finally he had found it. Kryptonite. A glowing green rock that was a remnant of her own planet, Krypton, was enough to reduce her powers. Unless of course, he had discovered much to his delight, it was touching her skin. Then she would be completely powerless.

Today was finally the day she would be his. Following her as she walked through the streets he waited until she was away from the crowd and alone on the street. Then he dashed forward, Kryptonite rock in hand. Grabbing Kara from behind he slid his hand into her shirt and then underneath her bra before she could react. He then pulled it back leaving the chunk of Kryptonite wedged up under her bra, pressed against her soft breasts. "You're mine now. Supergirl!" He hissed in her ear menacingly.

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Kara felt the rough skin of the man slide against hers as his hand went up her shirt and underneath her bra. She gasped loudly and suddenly felt weak, the jagged, rough edges of the green rock was trapped under her bra, the underwire holding it firmly in place. She tried to spin around, ready to fight, but she spun too fast, and fell down onto the ground in a heap, her thin pants tearing on the tarmac of the sidewalk quickly. "Fuck... I can't even... See..." She groaned, holding her head as it throbbed with pain as her powers drained quickly from her body.

She rolled onto her back and, through panting breaths, she tried desperately to unbutton her blouse, but her senses failed her and she couldn't even keep hold of the buttons. "Oh god..." She whimpered, her confidence failing her as she laid back onto the tarmac of the sidewalk, her eyes slowly coming to a close. The night sky, filled with stars was the last thing she saw before everything went black, her breathing still remaining steady, however.

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Well that was unexpected, thought Maxwell. The rock had crippled her powers as expected, but it had also knocked her out. How would he be able to torture her if she was unconscious the whole time. The whole point of this was to make the heroine scream. He wanted her to feel the helplessness as he hurt her. Maybe a smaller stone would keep her powerless but awake.

But for now he took advantage of her unconscious state. He carried her to his car and drove to his most obscure warehouse location, which he had had abandoned just for this purpose. It was empty except for the tools of torment he had cooked up.

As soon as they arrived he took Kara inside. Stripping her naked except for the bra because it was holding the Kryptonite in place, he laid her on her back on the table. He used the shackles to lock her down tight, helpless and vulnerable as she was spread eagled. He placed a smaller rock of Kryptonite directly on her pussy and then removed her bra and the bigger rock. Now she was tied down and naked. Time to see if the smaller rock did the trick.

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Kara awoke later that night, she rolled her head, as if waking up from a particularly terrible hangover. She groaned loudly and suddenly felt the cold of the night rush over her naked body. She looked down and saw her legs shackled down to a table and whimpered. She balled up her fists and tried to pull hard against the shackles. The shackles creaked a little, but no more than a normal human woman would be able to do.

"Shit. Fuck..." She grimaced, now feeling the rock pressed directly on her pussy. "Who the hell did this?!" She yelled, looking around into the deep darkness of the warehouse. She soon saw the silhouette of a man, her eyebrow furrowed as she tried to see the man better through the darkness. Soon, she saw him and gasped loudly. "Maxwell...." She whispered. "You'd better release me. Now." She demanded, struggling once again against her bonds as she glared over at him.

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Finally she was awake. Maxwell approached the woman and smiled down at her. "You have no more powers Kara Zor-El. This fancy green rock permanently changes you into helpless little Kara Danvers." He laughed and picked up a knife. "And Kara Danvers is going to scream for me because she isn't invincible."

As he said invincible he stabbed her hand with the knife. It slid straight into the flesh with ease causing blood to spurt out of the fresh wound. As predicted the Kryptonite also removed the bulletproof nature of her skin.

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Kara heard the sound of metal hitting a surface as he picked something up and she watched him even more intently than before. Her eyes filled with fear as she watched him approach, a knife in hand. She shook her head slowly as he came closer to her. He was now right in front of her. "You wouldn't..." She whispered, listening intently to his words. As he said the last word in his sentence, he brought the knife down into her hand and she let out a bloodcurdling screech. The scream echoed around the high roofed room and tears instantly formed in the corners of her eyes.

She looked up at her suspended arm and gasped, seeing the blood streaming down her hand and arm. "Oh god..." She cried, the salty tears now streaming from her eyes and down her face, covering her naked chest in a tiny amount of water. The pain was unbearable and she continued to scream, the cold air of the night somehow making the pain feel more intense. She didn't even struggle anymore. Her eyes fluttered as she watched the knife in her hand.

"You can... Still remove me. My cousin will find us..." She warned, sniffling back some tears as the blood further down her arm began to clog up, leaving a large pool of blood near to her armpit. Her mind raced. How had she gotten herself into this situation? She was so damn careless. Clark had warned her about this so many times, but she was too stupid to listen.

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Leaving the knife in her hand Maxwell looked down at her with an evil grin. "Well would you look at that. Kryptonians do bleed." He unbuckled his pants and removed them followed by his underwear. His dick was hard as a rock. Her screams had turned him on, he was a sick and twisted man.

Removing the Kryptonite rock from her pussy he placed it in the gap between her two breasts. It was touching both breasts as it sat on her chest. "Now I am going to be the first human man to have sex with Supergirl." With that he rammed his dick into her pussy.

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Kara shook her head violently as he stripped his clothes below the belt off. "Don't you dare. Don't even think about..." She whimpered, beginning to sob as she watched him remove the Kryptonite from her pussy and move it in between her breasts. She felt it press against her chest again and she stifled one more whimper, as she felt his dick slam into her pussy.

She yelped at the feeling and cried out. "Oh God..." She grunted, feeling his hard cock filling her up easily. "You... stop it..." She whispered, biting her lip to contain the pain from the brutal way he'd just slid his cock inside her. "You're... making a mistake..." She warned him again through bated breath.

[Assistant] "I'm sorry. But you are the one chained to a table with blood pouring from your hand. I'm not making a mistake Kara. This is exactly what I want to be doing." Maxwell laughed as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy hard and fast, raping her viciously.

[User] Kara groaned in pain as the man's cock plunged in and out of her tight pussy. She felt his cock slamming against her and she tried her best to kick her legs, to no avail. Her hand was now absolutely coated in blood, she cried out in pain as he kept viciously raping her. "My god... please stop..." She whimpered, grunting in pain with each thrust that she was forced into enduring.

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As he raped her, Maxwell had a vicious and cruel idea. It was perfect and his face lit up with a sinister smile. "Alright supergirl. I will give you three choices and you can take your pick. I promise I won't even choose a different one than you out of spite." He laughed at his own joke.

"Option #1. You beg me to cum inside your pussy and I will do so before leaving you alone for the rest of the day. Option #2. You beg me to cum on your face and I will bandage your poor little hand and let you rest for the rest of the day. Option #3. You tell me you don't want my cum in either of those places. Then I will cum all over your bare feet and then keep hurting you afterwards. Take your pick Kryotonian Slut!"

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Kara kept crying as she was forced to pick one of the choices. She sighed and reluctantly picked one. "Obviously fucking option 2." It was clearly the easiest and best option of them all, all she had to do was endure his fucking cum on her face, and she'd be bandaged up and left alone for the rest of the day.

Kara's now slick pussy helped his cock pump in and out of her, whether or not she wanted it to or not and she whined, biting her lips hard to stifle some moans which were now unwillingly coming from her. She was biting so hard by now that she felt like her lips would rip apart and make her bleed out at any moment.

[Assistant] Maxwell grinned. He knew this rape was turning her on against her will and that made him love it even more. He continued to thrust viciously in and out of her wet pussy. He squeezed and groped her breasts trying to increase the amount of pleasure she was in. He wanted to leave her on the edge so she would be wanting more. "Great choice. Now start begging for my cum on your face, and make it convincing or I'll have to negate your choice."

[User] Kara could no longer hold her pleasure as Maxwell began fucking her even harder and groping her breasts. She let out a long, deep moan and trailed it off with a breathy, but loud exclamation of. "Please fucking cum on my face, I need your cum so badly!" She wanted this over with, and anything that got this beast off of her, she would welcome. She even stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes after saying it, just to sell it.

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It was perfect. The moan followed by the begging was enough to get Maxwell off. He pulled out of her pussy and ran to her head. His cock exploded, his thick, white cum splashing all over her face. Some even got into her hair.

After he recovered he smiled and set about bandaging her hand. With her powers turned off she didn't have faster healing. When he finished he looked down at her hoping her body was on fire with arousal. "Goodbye supergirl. I'll see you tomorrow." He laughed and exited the room. Not even attempting to wipe the cum that was still dripping down her face.


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Nadia looked at her and smiled. She seemed so beautiful and she was curious what the girl was thinking. "Would you like me to take a picture of you later, so you can see how pretty you look?" She moved closer to her ear. "Because sweet Amber, you are making me even more turned on."

She looked at her as she squirmed in her seat. "In due time." Grabbing the chain from her pocket she clicked it on her collar. Grabbing the nipples she rolled them between her thumbs and then pinched them slightly before applying the nipple clamps. Moving those again to chain that were also attached to clamps that she applied on the outer skin of her lips.

"Any movement is going to have those pulling war against each other. You look so beautiful."

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Amber blushed to her question as she squirmed in her seat, nodding lightly in response to her question. "If you wish to, Mistress," she breathed out, shivering from what she had whispered in her ear. She herself was already quite turned on, pulling against her bonds a bit just to test them and not to actually get out of them if that was even possible.

She felt her attach something to her collar, gasping as she felt her nipples rolled and pinched. She whimpered softly as the clamps were attached, knowing it would hurt even more when they were taken off. She whimpered again as clamps were attached to the other skin of her lips, feeling the chains attached to one another as they tugged slightly even when her chest moved with her breathing. "T-Thank you Mistress, I'm glad you think I'm beautiful," she said softly as she tried to not move to not create more tugging on her sensitive nipples.

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Nadia looked at her she was beautiful and enjoyed the sight of, grabbing the girls cellphone from where she had left her things she took a photo and put it as a lock screen for her to see when she was bored. Looking carefully she sat at the table seeing her ready and with the ring gag she could give her the food.

"I have soup so you will have to tilt that pretty head back so it can go down." She grabbed her own soup and sucked it back before sitting near her. "I'm going to feed you now. " she said as she placed a spoon near the gag. "Tilt back lovely." She knew it would have her suffer just a bit.

[Assistant] Amber blushed as she heard the click of a picture getting taken, nodding to her words of having to tilt her head back to eat the soup. She was a bit embarrassed to be doing so but she couldn't move or see so she had to trust Nadia. When she said to she tilted her head back to take the soup into her mouth, the movement causing her chest to move as she groaned from the slight tugging of the clamps.

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She looked at her and smiled. "Oh you do look perfect. You should enjoy some of this." She said turning the dildo on vibrate, it was medium at first not wanting to have any problems. She looked at her and smiled carefully even though she wasn't going to be able to eat much like this, she loved how beautiful this was.

"I am very wet for you. I did do something this afternoon just for you to taste." She went and grabbed a small glass that held her fluids from masturbating and the thought of her. She was so excited to see her slowly taste this and have some drip down her body.

"Open your mouth, oh I am sorry you already have it ready for me." Helping the girl's head tilt back she slowly poured it in. "I bet you want to move your mouth a little but I love seeing you so... willing. I will just let you enjoy the vibrations."

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Amber gasped as the dildo inside her started to vibrate, moving a bit out of instinct which caused the clamps to pull back and forth on her nipples and lips. She squealed softly from the tugs as her inner walls clenched tightly around the dildo, the vibrations giving her more stimulation as she became more turned on.

She blinked behind the blindfold at her words, wondering exactly what she meant. She felt some liquid being poured into her mouth, blushing as she tasted Nadia's own juices. "Thank you Mistress," she tried to say with the gag after she swallowed down her juices, unable to fully stop her squirming against the dildo which caused more tugging to occur.

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Nadia smiled at her as she thanked her mistress. "I am glad that today we were still allowed to have you all eager for this little ceremony. I am glad I still could do it with you. Now make sure you enjoy that, if I turn it up that might help, right?" She asked as she turned the vibrations a bit higher for her.

Patting her head she smiled. "I will let you enjoy while I finish my soup, you seem to be a little preoccupied to eat. I don't want you choking now, do I?" She kissed her open lips for a moment. "Oh I love this sight. Make sure to make some noise." A playful wink happened even though she couldn't see it was making her wet with desire.

[Assistant] Amber blushed to her words, gasping as she turned the vibrations up a notch. She couldn't help but moan and move her hips up and down on the dildo a bit, the tugging on her nipples and lips just adding a bit more pain to the pleasure. She blushed more to her next words as she kissed her before pulling away, causing her to squirm even more in her seat. She couldn't help but grind down against the dildo as she moaned in pleasure, knowing this would build her up but was not enough to make her cum.

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Listening to her moans was a powerful sound. She was getting wet with the sight and sounds alone. "Well, darling you seem to be enjoying yourself." Walking over she touched her clit noticing it getting hard and ready for some fun. "Do you want to cum? Do you want me to help you?" She asked having fun with her submissive, she couldn't believe this was happening between them.

Once a girl coming into her office for help with a 'medical problem' but was letting her body being used and having fun together. Nadia was getting more and more turned on seeing her squirm the clamps pulling on her a bit.

[Assistant] Amber kept squirming in her seat as little as possible, not wanting to have the clamp tug on her body too much. She gasped as Nadia touched her clit, nodding her head lightly. "Yes I want to cum Mistress. Please allow me to," she got out through the open mouth gag as she bucked her hips up a bit, wanting Nadia to give her more. She wanted her Mistress to make her cum, possibly even tease her and rile her up even more before allowing her to release.

[User] Nadia looked at her and couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, darling you do seem like you want some teasing first though." Rubbing her fingers along her clit she made circular motions before stopping and tugging on her clamps on her lips. "I think if you get a release you should really beg for it, you have been so busy with having some releases. I think I really need to know you want this. Tell me how badly. What will you do for me?" She asked as she rubbed her clit a little harder now wanting to tease her enough.

[Assistant] Amber gasped as he started rubbing at her clit, moaning before whimpering as she tugged on the clamps. She squirmed at her words, moaning louder as she rubbed harder at her clit. "Oh please let me cum Mistress, I want to so bad. I'll do anything for you Mistress," she got out as she squirmed and moaned, arcing her back a bit which caused the clamps to tug more on both her nipples and lips, causing her to squeal lightly at the mix of pleasure and pain.

[User] Nadia smiled knowing how she was behaving the need was growing more for her. "I am going to allow you to cum, but you have to figure out how to do it." She backed away and turned the vibrations on a bit higher. "If you can't get yourself to cum in the next five minutes then you will just have to wait till our next activity." She explained smiling at her even though she couldn't see she knew she had a busy night planned for to start her submissive training off.

[Assistant] Amber blushed to her words as she pulled away, gasping as she turned the vibrations up even more. "Yes Mistress," she said, starting to rock her hips back and forth on the dildo, getting her clit to rub against the dildo as well. She didn't know if she would be able to get herself to cum in such a short time even with how turned on she was, dreading having to wait while being so aroused.

[User] Nadia smiled noticing how the girl went to work right away. "Oh darling, it looks like that's going to be hard to do. Hopefully, you can." She nodded with a smile as she continued to eat watching her carefully as she wanted to let the girl eat in a minute. Watching her carefully as she smiled knowing how beautiful she looked. "Don't worry time is almost up then you have to finish your soup before we get on with the next thing."

[Assistant] Amber breathed heavily as she moved on the dildo, feeling the pleasure building inside her. When Nadia said her time was almost up she groaned softly, knowing she wouldn't be able to make herself cum in time. She whimpered as she grinded down on the vibrating dildo, feeling herself growing closer but not quite there.

[User] Nadia looked at the time and the stopwatch beeped. "Aww darling, five minutes are up." Moving her hand to her clit she gave her one quick last rub for the extra measures before turning everything off. Moving the chair closer to the table she moved her head lower. "There is a bowl of soup, I reheated it so its warm. Just use your tongue and lap it up, don't want you going hungry." She explained giving her pussy a small slap. "You did well."

[Assistant] Amber groaned at her words, gasping at the extra rub to her clit as the dildo was turned off. She rubbed her thighs together to try and ease her need there as the chair was moved closer, blushing as she said for her to lap up the soup. She gasped at the slap to her pussy, shivering a bit. "Thank you Mistress," she said softly, starting to lap up the soup until it was gone, hungrier than she thought she was.


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Now, what twisted deed did Maraja do to have karma bite her in the ass so hard that the barnacle of dog shit that was her father was in the same tavern she happened to walk in. The bastard even drank her drink. "This is not the work of tide and sea. Even they are not so fucking cruel." Maraja growled back and jerked away from his slap on her back. Like she was one of his disgusting crew? Ha! Over her dead body.

When he mentioned paying him back for the old schooner that was now laying at the bottom of the Alterra sea, Maraja laughed harshly and narrowed her golden eyes at him. "Would you have me return the loot I've taken to everyone as well? Perhaps make cute little parcels with home made cakes and sweets? I owe you nor your crew shit, old man. I'm here to re-stock then on my way. I see you haven't changed. Still the same asshole. Though you're looking a little worn around the edges. Slowing down?" A smirk placed itself on her painted lips and Maraja ordered another drink, knowing better than to ask her father to buy her one.

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Ford smiled wide at her sharp tongue and bitterness at him. He had half hoped at least one of his good qualities had sunk into her and it was now evident one had. Then her spat about not paying him back and then mocking him was just as enjoyable. His hands steady as ever and he turned his head to look at the tavern owner giving him an eye to stay away when she ordered her drink. She was done having her fun and he was going to have his. If she looked closely she would see a new tattoo that every pirate captain knew. It would be seven swords overlapping and a skull in the middle. It was the mark of a pirate King. Only those that had done amazing things for pirates or having bought your way in. Ford did both earning him a high seat and more power 9n the safe havens that pirates called home.

He laughed loud grabbing a bottle of rum before walking over to his seat. "You don't understand Maraja, I am not giving you a choice. Jack send word to the other havens that Maraja or Captain Mirage is cut from our ranks. Safety and help will be no longer provided to her ship. That is until I resend word to reverse it." He took a swig of the rum and then looked to his daughter. "So tell me Maraja what are you going to do now? What is a small time captain like you going to do?" He eyed her from his seat moving his shirt collar to show his pirate King tattoo to show his new authority.

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"I see the title of 'pirate king' has sunk as low as Davey Jones's locker" Maraja hissed as her father exiled her from the haven. Fine then. Jumping over the bar, she quickly shoved the tavern owner back against the wall, kissing him hard before pinning him to the wall with a dagger stabbed through the collar of his shirt into the wall behind him. "Stay." She smirked and patted his cheek, grabbing a bottle of surprisingly good red wine from behind the bar. Huh!

She wasn't dumb. The bastard wanted something. What she didn't know was why he was fucking toying with her. Jumping back onto the bar, she sat down and crossed her legs, narrowing her eyes at the pirate king. Ugh. How much gold he'd given for the title, she couldn't imagine. Tearing the cork out with her teeth, she spat it at his feet then took a long swig. If it was just her, she wouldn't care. But she had 22 women dependent on her. Fuck. "Fine. You leathery bag of crap. What do you want? I've no time for your fucking games, Ford."

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Ford looked around the tavern as she showed off her distaste for his words. A few of his men were already drinking one or two passed out but his first mate the man he came closest he came to trusting was eyeing his daughter with a smile. His first mate was someone Maraja knew well since she saved the damn kids life. The kid worshiped her like a goddess all up until the day she left him there to fend for himself. So ford took that opportunity to make him the perfect first mate, loyal to him and one of his best fighters. Then Ford looked back at his daughter and clapped.

He stood and walked over to the bar and placed a piece of paper on the counter. He had planned on getting her back under his control and now he had the means and power to do so. "A wager Maraja. To see who can find Black Beards treasure first. If you win ill give you your access to the safe havens again and ill put in a good word with the kings for you. Not only that but you'll get to keep the treasure your debts wiped clean." He then leaned in close to her and smiled wide as he spoke with a light growl. "But if I win which I have every intention to you will become a captain under my privy to use as I want. But that seems to little of a gain for me when I've offered so much. You know what I'll also say you'll have to become my personal whore. For me to use as I wish whenever and however I want." He held his hand out. "What say you Maraja, willing to bet with your old man?"

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Ah! So it finally happened. He'd lost his damn mind. Maraja looked around to see if anyone else found this as ridiculous as she did, but she realized there was no one there but his men. Shit. Bad move, Maraja. Even saw the boy she saved gods knew how many years ago! But when she offered him a rare smile, he simply stared at her. Well then. Grabbing the papers, Maraja jumped down next to her father and shoved them into his chest. Maraja never took a bet unless the odds were in her favor, and this bet, she had none. "You stupid old thing. You think I'd take that bet? You sailed with him! You probably helped him bury the damn thing! And fucking your own daughter? The devil must really have a tight grip on your soul. Enjoy the flames licking at your asshole. Now unless you have something fair or worth my time, then move aside so I can return to my crew and hopefully never cross your eyesight again." Maraja spoke in her sweetest voice, but her eyes were deadly cold and looking straight into her fathers.

Him being mad was the only logical explanation. What else could it be? To offer her such a shitty bet where, granted, the rewards were great, but the loss to real. As if Maraja would allow herself to be his whore. His own daughter!

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Ford laughed at her immediate back lash on his offer. Hell she never even looked at the paper he put down. Had she looked at it she would have seen it had the one clue that Black Beard had left behind. But fine he'll keep that one for himself and he will use his back up. He had no problem with that at all. If she wanted to be that way then he would show her just how serious he was. He now just had to convince her she was getting the better end of the deal. He knew a good way to get her on board but he really didn't want to wager that.

Grabbing her wrist he and then her neck he pushed her into a chair with a snarl. He wouldn't look happy but he would speak nonetheless. "Fine we won't do Teach's treasure, so how about Hargreaves? Everyone has access to his clues so even playing field. Ill also if you win gift to you my title as pirate King and stop sailing. Ill forever stick to the land to live out my days. But my ship will go to Jack if lose. The conditions of my winning stay the same." He gave her the best thing he could but would she bite at the offer. "What say you daughter dearest?"

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Maraja met his snarl with her own as he sat her down, though she wasn't an idiot. He was frightening. A shiver of fear ran along her spine, but now he was talking. His title AND he stay grounded? Well now... "You give your word? You'll not leave land AND I'll get your pirate king title?" Maraja muttered softly, her golden eyes looking up at him. Hargreaves treasure was something that she had already began to hunt down, had a few leads. She was confident.

Shoving his hand away from her throat, she huffed. Well, he became grounded and she became pirate king, or Maraja becomes her fathers personal whore. The thought made her sick, but she was confident. Poor bastard was going to lose everything. But without him on the sea's, she could be the most feared pirate. It's what she wanted! "Deal." Maraja almost whispered but stood up again, and though she only reached the middle of his chest, she glared up at him.


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_She wants that hood gone? Make her earn it._ Once again brandishing his knife, Istvan walked around to Ana's left side and reached into his pocket to retrieve a key. One wrist after another was unlocked, and now Ana dangled helplessly upside down, her tired arms likely hanging limp now. Istvan ran the knife down from her belly button towards her face, the unsharpened side of the blade running down her skin. As the blade passed between the cups of her bra, Istvan gave a slight sawing motion that separated the cups and spilled her breasts out into view. With a free hand, Istvan reached out and cupped one, slowly caressing and massaging the breast before using two fingers to pinch her nipple hard.

Istvan stepped away. He picked up the metal baton again and positioned himself in front of Ana, inserting the tip of the baton into her anus without much warning for the woman. He pushed it down until an inch of the shaft was fully inside, her anus gripping the shaft, and proceeded to kneel down next to her head.

"You want to see my face, no?" Istvan rhetorically asked as he reached out, removing her hood. _God, she is beautiful. And for the time being, all mine._ Ana now saw her surroundings; an ugly gray basement, and a government official kneeling down beside of her with an exposed, erect cock. He dangled his member mere inches from her face. "Suck," he said. "Or, I will push that baton deeper inside of you."

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Ana was confused with her life. She knew exactly why she did what she did but when it came down to it all, this was not the part she expected. Some strange man from the government licking her out. She shifted and was suddenly hanging. She let a small yelp and soft scream out in fear of everything that happened. She felt the knife and it's cold metal run along her skin.

Suddenly it hit her bra and she gasped at the feeling of release of her orbs of weight. Feeling him fondle them made this feel like more of a kidnapping and soon to be wanted rape. He was there and touching her. As the hood soon fell away she looked around. Groaning as he pushed his baton in her ass again. "Oh stop, please fuck get... IT... out..." She whined and whimpered against its touch.

The room was dingy and the lighting was terrible, she was certain there was a smell and rats probably lived around here. She glanced as much as she could hanging upside down as she stared at her captor. He was handsome and looked overly well at her reflection. Glancing and taking in his built she opened her mouth. He had full access if it would leave her body.

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Istvan chose to oblige her request, reaching up to pull free the baton from her asshole. Once again, he tossed it out to the side. He looked back down at Ana; her mouth was agape, ready to take the girth of his cock down her throat. Istvan allowed for the head of his penis to dance around the borders of her open mouth, holding his cock in one hand as he waited to see how eager she could get. _After all, in her distress, she's probably willing to do anything._

"Now that the baton is out of play, you shouldn't have too much else to focus upon," he said. "You may be able to work a computer, but do you know your way around a joystick?" _My God, Istvan; that was a stupid thing to say._

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Ana felt him pull and then extract the baton out of her ass, causing her to yelp once more but she was grateful for the ability to have it out. It felt so weird to have that thing inside her. She never bad done anything ads related and she sure it wad bleeding from the pure force of it inside the unwilling hole. She on the other hand had a much more willing hole for all sorts of things it seemed.

Hearing his comment it made her giggle, she hoped it didn't offend him but it was quite hilarious. Staring softly up at him she smiled before willing her face to go further and taking him inside her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around it, swirling her tongue, as best she could for a woman who was hanging upside down. She was trying to breathe and hanging like this the blood was rushing to her head. She made a small moan hoping that it enticed him further.

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The giggle surprised Istvan, particularly since Ana was in a state of duress. Yet, she still giggled at the corny line. She stared up at him, catching his eye with a soft smile. Istvan couldn't help but stare back, her gesture only further stoking his urges. He felt warm, wet lips wrap around the head of his penis. He pressed his hips forward, pressing more of his shaft into her throat as the sensation of her mouth served to further arouse him.

Istvan decided to take it slow, at least in the beginning. He slowly pulled himself back and forth, feeling his prick gliding atop her throat and mouth. Ana let out a moan, and Istvan reached forward and wrapped his arms around Ana. His hands ran up, rubbing towards her butt until he had both hands full of her cheeks. He squeezed and fondled them, as he rocked back and forth. Istvan pressed his cock a little deeper, and quickly pulled back before shoving forward a bit faster. _I hope she can adjust to the speed-up._

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Ana wasn't used to this, she wasn't a blowjob kind of girl, but she could get into it. Somehow at this point he wasn't raping her ass, or dragging questions from her. She continued to swirl her tongue and felt his hands squeeze her cheeks. She stared up at him, her large dark brown eyes were wide and stared at him. Keeping her eyes up on him she went and continued to suck him off.

She was a whimpering mess but continued to suck and as his speed went from slow to much faster she kept up as she could. Drool wrapping around his cock and dripping down. She was still hanging upside down so the drool went down past her nose and eyes. She was sure his cum would follow in a similar stance. She was whimpering but it was enjoyment.

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Two minutes of face-fucking carried on, before Istvan withdrew his dampened cock from Ana's mouth. He had not ejaculated it yet, but could feel the sensation building in his loins. He stared down at her face as she stared back. Drool fell from her mouth, and dripped from his cock. He released her ass and continued to stare down at her.

"I want more of you," he said briefly in a husky voice, climbing to his feet and grabbing the upper part of her left arm.

Brandishing a handcuff key, Istvan proceeded to undo her leg cuffs and lower her to the ground so that she was on her back. Istvan stood over her, staring down as she stewed on her back. Her breasts were perked, body glistening. Istvan grinned down at Ana, coming to a slow realization that he cared more about his own moment of pleasure. He knelt down and picked up her legs, spreading open her crotch as to reveal her juicy lower lips, still soaked in a combination of saliva and girlcum. One hand went to his cock and he leaned in, pressing his cock into her vagina. Istvan let out a grunt as he shifted into her soft vaginal halls. Once again, his hips went back to work, shoving effortlessly back and forth into Ana.

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Ana continued to suck until he stopped. Moving his hard and now saliva covered member away from her lips. She felt the way he watched her, the breathy whisper of need, only making the cooling of her own loins tighten with need. She noted unable to say another word, the pleasure wanting to course through her was begging her for more. Suddenly her legs stopped hanging.

She was taken down and pushed upon her back, her legs spread and open to his hard cock. She was muttering her need as well, telling him to do it. She couldn't claim him rape any further, she was willing, oh boy, was she willing.

When he finally pushed into her she cried out. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with need and coated with the silky film of want. "Harder." She said, not wanting to think that he thought she was breakable. The thought and cursed through her that maybe someone was watching, that just made a new flow with need course through her.


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Draco was careful to pause at the right moment. It wouldn't do if she attracted everyone's attention by screaming out aloud. Of course, it wasn't as if he disliked the risk of getting caught. At the same time, it was obvious that pandemonium would reign if they caught him going down on Hermione. He was quite pleased to know that she was feeling good, and watched out of the corner of his eyes as the brunette drank a bit more Butterbeer. Perfect.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" he said playfully. He continued his ministrations for a while before throwing caution to the winds. After a moment's pause, he resumed the stimulations, his fingers reaching out to fumble with her breasts as he did so. "Tell, me Hermione: how does it feel? What's going on in your mind?"

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His pause made Hermione want to whimper and beg for more. She was so close, couldn't he feel it? But if he wanted it to last, she would let it. "Please don't stop Draco," she whispered to him. As he continued and started to tease her breasts as well, her toes curled and she tried so hard not to orgasm. He didn't want that yet. She had to be good.

"It feels like every nerve in my body is on fire. I can't believe the man I love is between my legs. I love the way your soft tongue feels, and the warmth of your face against my thighs. Please let me cum Draco. I'll run away with you. I'll worship you when we go. Anything you want, just please let me cum."

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"You really want it, huh?" Draco laughed softly. "I'll oblige. Both of us want you to feel good, don't we?" He noticed the way Hermione's toes had curled. She was even wetter. He resumed sliding his tongue in and out of her slit, holding onto her legs for leverage. Meanwhile, the conversation ebbed a little as a few people looked curiously at the girl. "What's wrong?" Ron said, noticing the way she was whispering. "Everything okay?"

Draco sped up, crooning encouragements to Hermione. "It's alright to come, babe. You've always wanted the release, huh? Help yourself. Give it your all."

[Assistant] Hermione blushed deeply and just managed to squeak out that she was fine and just thinking about work. The pleasure she was feeling was indescribable. As Draco gave her permission she finally came, her whole body tensing as she hid her face and moaned, trying desperately to play it off as a groan about work. She couldn't believe it. Her love had let her cum, and it was the most mind shattering orgasm of her life. Even as she came down from it, all she could think about is returning the favor, about swallowing for him. And about him being inside her.

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Draco waited patiently until her orgasm subsided, satisfied. He let out a smirk, managing to convey his message before crawling away. "Meet me in your bedroom. Right now. If you aren't tired of what we're doing, that is." He tipped Hermione a wink, managing to escape from the room without attracting attention.

He raced towards the brunette's room. It wasn't hard to find, as it was labeled. He pushed it open, and waited for her to arrive. He adjusted the lapels of his coat. He'd done it. There was no way she'd ever be attracted to anyone else now. Meanwhile, back in the dining room, Ron was looking almost suspicious. "You sure you're alright?"

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Hermione turned to Ron and gave him a tense reply, "Yes Ronald, I'm fine. I just need to lie down for a moment. Stay and enjoy dinner, don't worry about me." She downed the rest of her butterbeer and slipped out of the room, then up the stairs. Her heart was racing. Was Draco going to do what she thought? This was like a dream. She loved him and she worried this was some cruel prank, which would've crushed her.

She entered her bedroom and closed the door, smiling when she saw him standing there. She practically pounced on him and kissed him aggressively, tasting herself on his lips. "Oh Draco, that was amazing!"

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Draco returned the kiss passionately, holding onto her waist. His tongue entwined with hers' as they made out. Waves of pleasure coursed through his body, and a bulge had already been formed in his pants. As usual, her scent was intoxicating "Of course, it was." He nibbled her earlobes softly. "What else did you think I'd give you? I'm glad you enjoyed it." He stroked Hermione's arm again, pulling her towards the bed. He undressed, asking her to remove her clothes as well.

"Mm... what do you want me to do, Hermione?" He leant over the girl, tracing his fingers all over her body. She had a perfect figure. "Do you want me... inside you?" He let out a soft moan, nuzzling her neck.

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Hermione stripped for him as he asked, desperate to do so quickly, but also wanting it to be seductive for him. As he bent over her, he felt so strong and dangerous, and she knew she was helpless. She would've let him do anything in that moment.

She gasped at his words. This couldn't really be happening. This must be some fantasy, but no, he was really there, nuzzling her neck, leaving his beautiful scent on her like a mark. "Draco please. I need you inside me. Please, I'll do anything you want. I want you to fuck me and mark me as yours. I've never wanted anything the way I want you."

She pushed her bare hips up toward him as she spoke. She could feel Draco's erection against her and it made her feel like she was on fire. It was perfectly shaped. So long, and beautifully pale like ivory.

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"Much obliged." Draco smiled softly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He was still pondering about the astonishing change that'd come over her. Of course, love potions were supposed to do exactly that, and yet... he had no idea it'd be so dramatic. He pulled her in closer, kissing Hermione passionately for a while. Finally, he broke the embrace. He practically shoved her onto the bed before stepping in after her. There was a moment's pause as the wizard steadied himself for what he was about to do. And then he'd entered her, positioning his member into her slit.

She was... tight. He let out a grunt of satisfaction. He began to thrust his hips, and slowly picked up speed. "Did you mean like this?" He was practically ramming into her by this point. "You like having me inside you, huh?" On a sudden burst of inspiration, Draco yanked back the brunette's head, forcing it upward.

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Hermione moaned into the blankets as Draco had entered her. He was larger than Ron, and it had hurt, but it didn't matter. It was unbelievably good. She gasped at Draco's sudden aggression. She hadn't expected it to be so rough, but somehow it felt right.

As he pulled her head back by her hair, Hermione whimpered in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Every thrust was sending fire through her, and his treatment of her made her feel so vulnerable. Would he hurt her? She would forgive him if he did, but a slight tinge of fear crept in.

"Yes Draco! Just like this!" She whimpered out as he fucked her, "I love you! I belong to you!"

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Draco continued to pound into her pussy. "Of course you do, Hermione." He let go of her head, kneading Hermione's breasts eagerly as he spoke. Draco lowered his mouth down and began to suckle them. He spanked her hips. It was hard, but not forcefully enough not that it'd hurt her very much. "I'm better than Ron, aren't I? I wonder... would you like to ever do this with him again? I hope not." He chuckled dryly.

The sensation was unbelievable, and he had to pause a few times to stop himself from going over the edge. He leant over and whispered into Hermione's ear. "I could fuck you every day without tiring myself out. I've always liked you, Hermione, even though it might not have been obvious."

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Hermione moaned at the feeling of Draco's warm mouth on her sensitive breasts. She loved the feeling of his tongue brushing across her nipples as he fucked her so aggressively. His smacks made her squeak, but she didn't care. It felt right somehow. "Oh Draco, Ron is nothing compared to you. He's never made feel this way. I'd die before I let him take what belongs to you again."

His whisper sent shivers down her spine. "I think I've always loved you Draco, but I couldn't admit it to myself. I want you to fuck me every day. Please Draco. Take me with you tonight. I'll never say no to you." She rolled her hips against him, trying desperately to pleasure him and prove herself.


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From his periphery, Aron saw the wash of emotions on her face. So disappointed when he dismissed her. Then he saw the expressions shift... shame? Excitement? Embarrassment again? Oh, she was ordering toys. He loved helping this girl grow up in such an accelerated fashion and he felt the lust growing to continue her 'education'.

The meeting rolled into the boring tedium that they insisted he attend though he wasn't needed. He didn't mind, he still got his $600/hourly fee. When it became clear that others would be talking for a while, he caught her eye and gave her the 'come here' gesture. Then, he pointed to below the desk and scooted out a bit to give her room to fit underneath. He made no effort to unbuckle or unbutton his pants... that was her job.

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Anna continued to learn more about the programs that she would need for her job. After a moment, she saw him shift toward her. She looked up waiting for him to ask for something, food, more coffee, a water maybe? Instead, she watched as he motioned her to come closer. She placed the laptop on the couch and stood up, walking over to him slowly. She looked at him confused as he moved back and pointed below his desk. She leaned over and looked under the desk. Did he drop something? Was he really that lazy. After not seeing anything under the desk, Anna stood up straight and looked at him again. She was about to ask what he needed before she looked down at the bulge that was still in his pants. Her face burned slightly as she realized exactly what he wanted. Anna nodded slowly before going on her knees and moving under the desk. She went on her knees before sitting back on her knees.

The desk was higher than she thought it would be. She was able to sit comfortably underneath without her head pressing against the underside of the desk. No doubt he made sure the desk was high enough for someone to sit under. Anna looked up at him unsure what he wanted her to do next. Did she want him to take charge? Was this a moment to wait for instructions? She sat there quietly, waiting for her next instruction.

[User] Aron briefly muted and switched off his camera to lean down and caress her cheek. "I think it's time that you see what you're going to be 'handling' for the next year. Feel free to unwrap the package any time... and do with it as you will. Extra points for deepthroat." He wondered... had she ever done that? He suspected so. She seemed like an....eager lover, someone who would like trying new things and like exploring. Turning on his camera again, he caressed her leg with his foot.

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Anna looked up at him as he leaned down and caressed her cheek. She leaned her cheek into his hand slightly. His skin was soft and gentle against her cheek. She listened to his instructions and nodded when he told her what to do. As he sat back up in his chair, Anna looked down at his jeans. She took a slow breath and waited for a moment. She lifted her hands to unbutton his jeans before pulling her hands back against her. Her hands were shaking at the thought of what she was about to do.

'This is the responsibility. This is your job' she thought to herself. She shook her hands out before reaching up again. Anna slowly unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans. Anna looked up at him again as she slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxers slightly to allow his cock the freedom it was hoping for.

Anna looked at his cock for a moment. She had been with men that were bigger than others, but she doesn't remember ever being with someone this big. She slowly slid forward taking him in her hand. Her hand slowly shaking as she worked to control her body. She leaned forward and slowly took him in her mouth, closing her eyes to try to calm her nerves as she slowly began to suck on him.

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Aron always prided himself on his self-control, but there was something about this girl that didn't make it easy. It was like her hands and mouth knew where every nerve was in his cock as she touched him. He was able to stay still for a bit, but soon muted and turned off his camera because he couldn't really hold still on camera.

His hand reached down to stroke her hair as she began sucking him in. He leaned back slightly, allowing his pants to slip down more and for her to have more room out from under the desk. "You're so good at this, baby girl," he moaned as she started taking more of him into her mouth... her tongue somehow knowing where to lick and touch him. "This feels so, so good."

[Assistant] Anna kept moving her mouth up and down on his cock as her hand continued to stroke the portion of his cock that was not in her mouth. She moved his chair back slightly, allowing herself to move up more, no longer sitting on her heels. She was now leaning over him, taking more of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue moving around slowly. After a few moments, she slowly pulled her mouth from his cock, she licked him slowly before taking him back in her mouth, this time deepthroating him, allowing his cock to move down her throat and brush against the back. This was the one thing that she knew she was good at and the lack of gag reflex made it easier.

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Aron watched this amazing girl go up and down his cock and she clearly didn't have a gag reflex because she took him down and kept him there several times before rising back up. "That's it, my little slut. Suck that cock... stroke it with your hands when you come up off of it." He watched as his shaft got wetter and wetter, and soon there was spit connecting her lips to his tip when she came all the way off, looking up at him with expectant eyes.

Then he took her head in her hands and started controlling her motions. There was something about blowjobs that brought out the worst in him, and it was like that now. He started moving her faster up and down and then... he held her down. She might not have a gag reflex, but she still needed to breathe, and he held her there longer, and longer, until he saw her body complain about it... he loved that 'twitch' when the body protested. At last, he let her up so she could gasp for breath. "Are you a cumslut, hungry for cock, Anna?" he growled. "The correct answer is 'yes sir'."

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Anna continued to suck on his cock, taking him in before bringing him back out. She continued to stroke him with her hand as she did so. She looked up at him, waiting for the next directions. Soon, she felt his fingers enlace in her hair as he pulled her head back down, taking him in again. She allowed him to move her head up and down, sucking on him as she moved her tongue around against his cock. She took quick breaths as he began to move her head faster, taking him in more and more each time for longer times. She took one quick breath as he shoved her head down on his cock and held it there. The tip of his cock pressing deep in her throat.

She closed her eyes, holding her breath as she waiting for him to bring her head back up. She held it for as long as she could before she flinched her head in a protest to come back up for air. She was relieved that he allowed her to come up for air. She sat up slightly and took a deep breath, her hand stroking his cock slowly as she looked up at him. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he asked her a question, before demanding a proper answer. Anna nodded slowly as she looked up at him. "Yes, sir."

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"Good girl," Aron moaned as he moved her back down. He pushed her down on him a couple more times before leaning back, the pleasure getting too much. "Now you do it, see how long you can hold yourself down on that big cock, but always keep looking up at me."

His foot found its way to between her legs, rubbing... letting her press against his ankle. "Now, here's a question for you... when I cum, do you want to swallow it all? Or do you want to strip down so I can coat you with your new employer's seed?"

[Assistant] Anna continued to suck on his cock, never breaking eye contact. She took his length in, letting it press against the back of her throat. She kept her head down for as long as she could before pulling him back out, slowly stroking him as she did. She felt his foot rub against her panties. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she felt his foot rub against her making her pleasure begin to grow again. She kept sucking on him for a while listening as he talked to her. She slowly removed him from her mouth, looking up at him. "I want to swallow it" she replied before taking him back in her mouth again, sucking on him faster as she stroked him, pulling him closer to his own edge.


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Alistair suddenly clapped the hands on Ramona's shoulders and pulled back, beginning to cut portions of her hair off. Although it would never look as good as an actual haircut, he was careful to cut it all a similar length and be consistent. By the end, her strawberry blonde locks would be just a little over neck-length, frayed and messy. Just how he liked it.

He sheathed the knife once more and walked back around, leaning down to squeeze her cheeks like usual. "You look lovely." He whispered, memorizing the image he had of her. The newfound length caused messy, curly strands to hang over her face and eyes. Her hair was always framing---or covering---her facial features now, light and unkempt.

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Ramona yelped, squirming uncomfortably against the restraints. She didn't bother correcting that he was wrong; that her body was never going to like it, what was the point? He wasn't taking anything she said into consideration anyway and she'd lose energy too quickly if she resorted to petty comments. She had to play it smart now; she had to be a victim. "Boring for you, maybe, but satisfactory for me." Okay, now she would stop.

"No!" Her protest was too late, the bastard had already hacked at her hair without a goddamn care in the world. Her head arched, blue hues glancing down at locks of her hair covering the floor with a small frown on her lips. Breathe. "Why?" She muttered, gaze lifting back to his. "What was the point in that?"

The blonde had tried to pull herself out of his grasp with no luck; she was truly helpless. "You're an ass."

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"I'll show you a much more satisfactory path. One unbound by rules and restrictions. I will set your mind free." Alistair barked down to her before landing a slap clean across her face, leaving a harsh red imprint. That's what she gets for talking back, it seems, the punishment coming after her last words.

"Point? Why must there always be a point with you people. We're reshaping you, and pain is the catalyst." He smiled down to her, eerily warm and loving as he reached up to choke once more. His free hand went down to trail along her body whilst she was restrained, calloused fingers squeezing her waist and hips as he squeezed the life out of her. All of this was happening from behind, letting him survey her body as he pleased while ensuring control.

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Ramona's head flew to the side the moment his palm connected with her cheek, she exhaled a soft breath to avoid giving him the satisfaction of hearing her cry. That didn't stop her from grounding out another reply, though. "Maybe there must always be a point with us people because we don't want to be reshaped! You're a damn fucking psycho!" Ramona barely had time to splutter out her response before she felt his arms circle her again, constricting every breath.

She struggled, squirming and fucking thrashing against him, but none of it seemed to work. Every inhale sent waves of pain flooding through her, her chest aching uncomfortably. He might have said he wasn't going to kill her, but fuck, it felt like he was trying to.

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Alistair slowly loosened his grip on her throat, leaving another red handprint plastered on her delicate skin. "Life has a way of reshaping you whether you want it or not. I'm just an agent of change." He circled her once more as she no doubt caught her precious breath once again, stopping behind to run his hands through her hair once again. The smell of his cologne had lingered in the room for a long time, but as her mental condition deteriorated she would attempt to escape into her senses. Notice the little things. It smelled good.. but it shouldn't have. Everything about this man should've been so much more unpleasant than it was. It felt like a trick.

His hands wandered up to her shoulders and tugged her shirt down over one of them, massaging the tense muscle once again. "Don't worry, Ramona. It's only the first day. We've got years to look forward to. One day, you'll break---and you'll be so much happier when you do."

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Inhaling quickly Ramona greedily gulped mouthfuls of air, as if it were going to be taken away again. And knowing him---it probably was. "You think too highly of yourself." The blonde muttered, rotating her head in an attempt to rub at the mark marring her skin. Her head tilted once more, blue hues catching a glimpse of her shirt moving over one of her shoulders. She didn't want him touching her, didn't want him anywhere near her, actually.

"So what," She started, swallowing her discomfort. "You're just going to keep me chained to a chair for years? I don't think so, I'll get out." How hard was it to escape one dude? Surely not all of the men she caught glimpses of are going to be around twenty-four-seven. She just had to bide her time.

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"Hah! Highly? No, sweetheart, I'm a pawn to a much greater game. And I make no attempt to understand it. It's pointless." Alistair's hands continued to massage her one shoulder before he tugged the shirt down on the other, leaving it stretched and slipping down her body. Both shoulders now got the massage treatment.

"Yes, actually, that's the plan. Well, not to the chair specifically.. why do you think you have a toilet and bed in your cage? You're living in this room." He gave her shoulders a horrifyingly timed squeeze, letting the truth sink into her skin. She would be his for a long time. "There's a little something called shifts, Ramona. When one person's not on guard duty, someone else is. The beauty of a gang." He chuckled, pushing himself away and walking back to sit across from her.

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Ramona's gaze shifted back towards the cell, a small frown tugging her lips once more. Yeah, she was definitely coming out of this with claustrophobia. "You're going to keep me locked in here?" She made no attempt to hide the shock in her tone, jumping the moment he squeezed her shoulders. Jackass. His comment on shifts had her attention snapping back to him; she had a group too! "I have people, people who were with me, people who know all about everything---if I don't escape myself they'll come for me." She wasn't in the same place they had all been earlier, she knew that, but they could go to the authorities... she could be registered as a missing person.

Everyone will look for her. "A gang, huh?" She piped up suddenly, eyes glistening. "How many of you are there?" It was a random question, but a helpful one nonetheless, if she knew how many there were she'd know how outnumbered she'd be. She could come up with a plan.

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"Indeed I am, this is your new home. Get used to it. Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll be more accommodating. But with how it's going right now? That'll be a while." Alistair chuckled, fingers kneading into her shoulder flesh roughly. Not too rough, though---that sort of delightful pain that... wasn't really painful.

"Oh? Do they really though? Are they aware that a shadow gang of mysterious criminals abducted their girl, or do they just think corporate got a hold of you? If it's the latter, they'll be looking in all the wrong places for years. And I promise you, Ramona, you will never step out of this building unless I want you to." His perverse hands trailed down her body to give her hips a playful squeeze, before he let go and walked back over to the desk.

"Oh, dozens and dozens. So don't even bother trying to formulate some master escape plan. It simply won't work. It's a waste of energy." He finally got out some bottle of black hair dye and dying bleach, along with a towel and a bucket. "John!" He called, handing the huge bucket to the brute as he came in. "Water. She's getting a makeover."

[Assistant] Fuck. Ramona hadn't thought about that. They would definitely just think corporate got a hold of her and she didn't blame them---especially considering they had no damn idea this shadow gang even existed in the first place. Seriously, who would've thought a band of criminals would come together to form a gang of bad guys? He was right; they would be looking in the wrong places, simply because they'd be misinformed. "No," She shook her head in-denial. "I told you, I'll get out of here with or without their help." But, fuck, she hoped it'd be with.


[User] For being in Hell, the room was dark and cold. Especially when her body was abruptly naked. No... soon, she was trussed up like a deer. Her arms above her head. She shivered as she felt his fleshy hand caress her back. Tracing her spine. Tegan closed her eyes, trying not too panic. The cuffs were cold around her wrists. The room smelled slightly musty from being dark. Like old books. Or a musky perfume.

[Assistant] Crowley decided he would torture her until he felt nothing and she called him master. That would solve both of his problems then. He back up from her slowly before cracking the whip on her fleshy back. Watching with a smirk as blood was drawn. He gave a few more cracks of his whip before asking her, "Who is your master?" Wondering if she would be easy to break or if she would take time and fun before he would be able to let her free by his side.

[User] Her eyes closed, Tegan could hear the sound of the whip slashing forward and snapping onto her skin. A searing pain ensued as the skin was broken. Trickles of blood dripped down Tegan's skin. A yell of pain fled her plush lips at the pain. Her chest heaved as she panted, but Tegan refused to answer. No. No, Tegan couldn't and wouldn't give into this sick freak that easily. "You are not my master. No one is." She growled, struggling within the cuffs that trussed her up to the ceiling.

[Assistant] Crowley took off his black suit jacket and laid it across a plush chair nearby. "You will be singing a different tune soon darling." Crowley said with a smile he knew she could not see. He ran a finger up her back to collect some of her precious blood, licking it off of his finger. He then made another quick lash on her back and then another. "I might have fun and spell my name on your body back here, love." He cooed, knowing that she would likely get angry at him.

[User] Feeling his pudgy finger caress the wound, Tegan shivered, the lash still stinging and smarting. As the man prowled around behind her, she could just smell him. He smelled oddly musty. Like she supposed death would. But yet it still held a hint of sweetness to him. Whimpers followed each lash upon her naked back. The sound of leather on flesh loud in the air. "No one is my master." Once more she denied Crowley as she struggled in the bonds, ignoring that they were digging into her wrists.

[Assistant] "You will be begging for me to drink from you . You will beg to be near me. Just you wait." Crowley told her as he circled her now. He wrapped his large hand around her tiny throat. Squeezing just enough to restrict air but not completely. Crowley smirked at how vulnerable she was despite what her mouth said otherwise. "You will want to be such a good girl for your master too. You will want to please me in every way know you can." Crowley cooed into her ear. As if he could already see it

[User] A strangled gasp reverberated as Crowley wrapped his strong hand around her dainty throat, partially cutting off her precious oxygen. Tegan knew all too well how vulnerable she was. Naked and dangling in a cold, musty room. With furnishings of dark wood and decorated in gold and purple and red. "N-never." She managed to cough out, grimacing. Even as she gasped for air, an incredibly bad idea inspired her. Without word or any kind of warning, Tegan managed to pick up her legs and thrust her feet forward, feeling her feet colliding into his manhood.

[Assistant] Crowley grimaced as his manhood was hit. "You're gonna have to do better than that darling. I have been tortured worse . What you just did could be considered flirting." Crowley whispered to her while releasing her throat. He ran his hand along her back to pick up her blood, licking it up from his hand gleefully. Her blood tasted so good. He could bleed her all day,keeping her alive.

[User] Expecting a completely different reaction, Tegan blinked in surprise. After the King released her throat, Tegan gasped and coughed as oxygen once more completely filled her lungs. Why was her blood special? She wondered, feeling frustrated. "Let. Me. Go." She demanded, even though it was useless.

[Assistant] "Why would I want to do that?" Crowley asked before picking up his knife . He ran the blade slowly across her thigh. He kissed at her wound on her arm with a sly grin before sinking the knife into her thigh sharply. He was enjoying seeing her wither and bleed. He enjoyed seeing her scream in pain. "Are you liking this yet, pet?" Crowley said in a deep voice. She would learn to like it, in time. "I know you will love it one day. You will need it. Beg for it. Love me for it."

[User] Suddenly, Tegan could feel the cold blade as it was pushed deep into her thigh. For the first time she screamed. Blood raced down her skin like a red waterfall, striking against her pale skin. The pain was red hot and throbbing as tears rolled down her cheeks. She could feel the blade inside her flesh, splitting the skin in an unnatural way.

[Assistant] Crowley smiled as he kissed along her neck. Moving the blade along her thigh with her blood. Her screams were delightful, music to his ears. He moved the blade to her womanhood, gently caressing it against her clit. Moving the blunt edge against her bundles of nerves, he bit down on her neck before he sucked on her blood once again. He wondered how long it would take to break her. How long it would take for her to yearn for him, for his touch. The thought made him smirk.

[User] Gasping breaths rose and fell her chest, blood still running down her right thigh. As she felt his sharp teeth bite into her neck, Tegan grimaced. Her muscles tensing as the blade moved across her skin. The point of the blade resting against her clit between her legs. Tegan gulped, her body shuddering as the King took more gulps of her red life force.

[Assistant] This vein he decided to heal up. He did not want her to lose too much blood after all. He decided to heal all the wounds she had except the ones on her back. He wiggled his blade upon her bundle of nerves, locking his lips of her blood. Her blood was sending his senses over the edge. He wanted more but knew he had to slow down on her.

[User] Feeling the wound suddenly close on its own, Tegan shuddered. He had a powerful bite and sharp teeth indeed. But the man wasn't a vampire. Or... was he? Despite the healed wound, her thigh and down her leg were still a dark red. "Let me go... please..." She begged, her voice shaky, her body and senses very aware of the cold, sharp blade resting against her clit.

[Assistant] She had started begging instead of fighting. How interesting. "Do you think you deserve to rest on the bed?" He asked her. He knew he could not run her into the ground all at once . He would have to allow her to rest sometime. He might be able to heal her wounds but her mind would deteriorate in a way that was not in his favor. He snapped his fingers to heal her wounds on on her back.

[User] The only evidence left was the blood that the King had given her any wounds at all. A long groan could be heard from Crowley's captive. Tegan indeed felt quite exhausted. Mostly from the blood loss and trying to fight. It was clear that this sick freak wasn't about to let her go any time soon. Was he going to slowly kill her here? Tegan didn't answer the man. Not that he was hardly human. Panting, Tegan didn't look at him, instead turning her face into her arm, her long, raven hair covering her face.

[Assistant] Crowley cursed these human feelings he felt at the moment. But the high he got off of her blood was too great. He set to quickly clean her with a warm and wet wash cloth so that she may lay comfortably in the bed without getting it dirty. He would break her another way once she had some rest and food in her . Once he cleaned her up, he untied her hands and guided her to the large plush bed to lay her down.

[User] A groggy groan escaped from Tegan as she was laid down upon the bed. Her body was exhausted as she was set upon the mattress. No doubt he was planning on another way to try and get her to break. It seemed as if he was wanting her blood, but for what?

[Assistant] Crowley placed the covers over her. He would allow her to rest and relax for a while. She would obviously need it. He walked around the bed and studied her form. He pulled on his tie, taking it off before taking off his dress shirt. He placed his clothing upon his dresser. He eyed her from the corner of his eye as he poured his glass of Craig.

[User] As she was now lying upon the bed, Tegan was grateful to be out of the restraints. Panting, she wearily sat up, feeling very vulnerable. "Why... why do you need my blood?" She wondered, voice slightly groggy.

[Assistant] "Your blood happens to be very intoxicating. Human blood in general? You could say I am addicted to it, in a way." Crowley told her, looking at her from the corner of his eye. He knew she would be curious. It would not hurt to tell her. After all, she could not go anywhere.

[User] Addicted? "How was that possible?" She wondered, her long hair a tangled mess. Had someone left him this way? Or had he done it to himself? For if it was himself, Tegan was going to resist at all possible cost. But... but maybe if someone left him like this... slowly she sat up, grimacing as her joints moved and stretched. "Did... someone make you this way?" The question was strange as she looked over at him, watching as he removed his tie and outer suit jacket.

[Assistant] "A failed, feeble, attempt to cure me of being a demon. It leaves one with the feelings of a human. After being a demon for so long, it is a very scary thing." Crowley decided to answer her. Not like it would matter either way. But it was better than going back to the silence


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Cassandra's arms stretched out, hands gripping fistfuls of sheet as Lilith's mouth continued its journey over Cassandra's belly. The girl was burning hot with desire by then, her hips gently gyrating with want. When Lilith demanded that Cassandra removed her pants, the girl quickly hooked her thumbs in the hem of her leggings and panties and yanked them down, her legs and feet working to shed them both, until the were discarded. Cassandra lay naked with her mom's best friend, a woman Cassandra had come to love and look up to as a mentor.

Cassandra was swooning with lust, her slit damp, her thighs rubbing together in a needy attempt to assuage the hot need that Lilith had ignited. She spoke in a breathy tone, getting lost in desire. "I am yours Lilith, to do with as you wish."

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Lilith looked at the girl as her jeans and panties came off she could see the glistening of her body as she smiled towards the girl. When she heard the words about yours to do with as you wish she leaned close to her ear. "Mine." The single word took dominance as she leaned in the girls ear before leaving a gentle breath into her ear before pushing herself off the bed.

She grabbed her shirt and pulled it off letting her black lace bra be shown to the girl. Taking that off as well she flung it off and smile as her breasts that were larger come out. They had two simple hoops in each nipple. She then skimmed down taking her skirt and black panties off as well. Showing off her clit as well wet with desire and having a few different vaginal piercings. She was one that had one right in between the vaginal and anal passages while having a VCH and a few other decorative pieces.

Coming on top of her again she sat right above the woman's lower half and leaned down grabbing her hands and holding them above her head while kissing her with passion and making her own burning fire even hotter. Leaning down near her ears she whispered another word. "Forever." She knew that the girl could go whenever she wanted but at this moment she wanted to keep her forever.

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When Lilith whispered the single word 'Mine' into Cassandra's ear, a fresh wave of heat and moisture washed over the girl's sex. She wanted to belong to the commanding older woman, even as she watched Lilith undress. The woman was older than she, but not old, as her body proved. Cassandra liked out Lilith's breasts were so full and larger than her own, and her body was a bit fuller, with womanly hips. Lilith was a wild one, the girl thought, seeing the piercings in her nipples and genitals. Would Lilith ever make her get stuff like that? Maybe she would like it.

Lilith returned, naked as well, to take a position of control over Cassandra. A whole knew wave of excitement coursed through the teen when the older woman pinned her hands down, making Cassandra's belly flutter and tighten. The girl returned her mentor's kiss with eager passion, nodding and muttering "Yes." At Lilith's possessive comment. Cassandra was writhing against her will beneath Lilith, horny and needy, small sensual sounds of want slipping past her sweet young lips.

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Lilith wanted their first time to be something that could be exciting. She had done many times in different ways. She could use her tongue on the young girl. But then she couldn't hold down her hands like she was. She could use her fingers but it might prove to be difficult if the girl wanted her hands held. She liked the idea of keeping her in such a possessive stance.

When the girl muttered, 'yes' all she knew was that it made her heartbeat at another pace. Reaching with her free hand and grabbed a vibrator and turned it on medium. Moving her body a bit. She moved it on the young girl's clit and Lilith sat her body on top having the vibrations hum between the both of them as she leaned down and kissed again.

Lilith moved her hips a little as she moved the vibrator alongside them both. Her moans slowly became louder and knew how perfect it was for them both.

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Cassandra was in heaven, she was so turned on but Lilith, that her body ached to be touched by the attractive older woman in every way possible. She liked not having control, that Lilith held her down and was in command of her. It made droplets of nectar gather on the fold of her tender pussy.

There was a low hum and Cassandra craned her neck to see what it was. Then she felt it. Oh... how mind blowing! when Lilith pressed it to Cassandra's clit, an electric jolt of harsh pleasure coursed through her and she let out an desperate mewl. "Ahh... fuck..." She barked, watching as Lilith straddled her, so that the vibrator was wedge between them, stimulating them both. It was so incredibly hot, sharing the vibrator, having Lilith's sex so close to hers. Cassandra felt tears in her eyes. "God... it feels so good Lilith... oh fuck yes."

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Lilith looked at her as she began to make moans as well. When she swore she looked at her and got a playful grin on her face. "No swearing otherwise you might just get a punishment spanking." She said with a playful wink as she felt the hum of the vibrator as it worked between them. She bucked her hips a little grinding the machine along hers and Cassandra's pussy lips.

"Don't cum until I tell you too." She said wanting to have orgasm at the same time she focused her attention on her breasts as she leaned down and placed kisses and nibbles along her skin. She was almost neat her time and she felt it happening as she was close to her peek.

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Cassandra's mind swooned with euphoric pleasure as the vibrator hummed against her clit, pressed against it by Lilith's own pussy. She heard the older woman's words, nodded as she bit her lip. A spanking? She wasn't sure she would like that, but she also wondered if she would. At the command to hold her orgasm, the teen noddded again, a breathy "Okay." Huffed out.

When Lilith leaned down to kiss and nip at her breasts, Cassandra gasped and moaned loudly. She was almost quivering, her hands gripping tightly to Lilith's thighs, the girls hips gyrating involuntarily with filthy need. "I... I can't hold it much longer Lilith... I... God... unnnff... mmmm." The pitch of her voice lifted into squeaky, desperate sounds. "Please... please let me cum... ah fffffuuuccckkk." She pleaded like a slut.

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Lilith listened to her moans and seemed to match pitch as she slowly began to make desperate noises as she came as well. "Now." She said as she released her orgasm her juice flowing down and around dropping on Cassandra and her moans echoed the house. She knew how much this all meant to her. This feeling of release as it clouded her, little stars to surround her. When she felt that they were both finished she turned the vibrator off and slid off the girl. Leaning over and giving her cheek a kiss.

"Did you have fun?" She asked gently as she nuzzled closer to the young girl. Knowing that Lilith was much older that something so precious was important to the girl. She wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself as well especially if this was the first time she had been with a woman. If she wasn't tended to correctly she would have to make sure that she got some more tender loving.

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As soon as Lilith spoke the word 'now', Cassandra let out a series of high pitched squeals and cries. She tried to muffle them behind sealed lips, afraid that she would be too loud. Her body writhed then stiffened, ground against the vibrator and quivered as her hands gripped Lilith's hips desperately. Her orgasm was hard, her head turning left to right as the girl tried to process the ecstasy Lilith had brought her. A few drops of her honey even squirted around the vibrator pressed against her.

"Ohh... ohhh... mmmmmmnnnaaahhh..." It sounded almost like she was going to cry. When her voice finally quieted and her body stilled, Cassandra caught her breath and let how a stuttered sigh. "Mmm... ah." She was finding it hard to form words.

Lilith slid off, the offending vibrator slipping away. As Lilith pulled her close, Cassandra moved against her, turning to rest her head on Lilith's chest, laying a leg over the woman's and resting a hand in the valley between Lilith's breasts.