[User] Ami moaned, each time that finger thrust into her; driving her mad, filling her with passion and making pleasure coil tight somewhere near her belly. She was gripping the sides of the chair tightly, barely managing to keep herself from fucking the finger as it thrust into her. "May I cum, now Master? Will you let me cum from your fingers?"

[Assistant]
Her words were sweet, and her thoughts aligned exactly with his own plans. She could still think for herself, but already it was all for him, her obedience drew deep, and it was simply up to him to ensure that she did not slip from his fingers, that he continued to impose his will upon her, ensure that her life was fulfilling and pleasurable so that she did not wish to go back to that old life of hers, of responsibility and care.

When she requested to cum, this time he gave her psyche a little boost, deciding that her full cooperation deserved a reward. There was no need to hide his plans from her any longer, she was his, and he would grant her the one wish she had before she let herself go. "Your master is pleased with you. When you do cum, do remember to acknowledge your place, and to whom you owe all of yourself to. Your sister will come to know the pleasures of obeying me, she will be my protector, with your help... she will obey. Now cum, cum and obey."

He told her as he curled his finger within her, sliding deep and inwards in hopes of touching her G-spot, hoping that her body would aid in helping him not just find it, but push up against it in order to bring her the ultimate pleasure, a climax to end all thoughts but of her master within her mind.

[User]
A small part of Ami was pleased to know it wouldn't be necessary to kill her sister outright, but her resolve to do so if she had to was unmoved, if Saki wouldn't come over to their side, she'd have to be dealt with. She stretched her arms up over her head, gripping the back of the chair for support. "Thank you... thank you, Master!" She moaned and finally gave herself over to the urges that she'd been holding back for so long.

It was easy enough for him to brush her G-spot with his fingers once he curled them, she felt it brush against his finger in one of her first few thrusts and adjusted the angle of her hips so that it continued to hit her G-spot with every thrust. As she fucked his fingers, all semblance of control left, and she was now wantonly moaning and crying out in pleasure as she worked herself to climax. It didn't take long, only a few minutes for her to reach her peak. To her credit, she managed to hold herself together long enough to follow his orders.

"Master... Master Shiki makes me cum, I owe all of myself to him!" She cried out as she reached her climax, toes curling, legs tense and kicking. Her abdominal muscles spasmed so hard they forced her to bend forward in the chair. The intensity faded quickly, but she was left quivering and gasping for breath for several minutes after.

If she had been the same girl she was at the beginning of the evening, she would have been repulsed by herself. But she was no longer that same girl.

[Assistant]
Shiki gave her what she wanted, sliding his fingers in rhythm with her hips and working with her for the first time in order to bring her to that climax. He kept his fingers buried inside of her when she finally reached that peak, ensuring that it lasted as long as possible, before pulling his fingers out of her as he let her gather herself.

"That's a good girl. Now, why don't we get you cleaned up... and we'll be able to talk about your new orders. You've pleased your master so far, but this is just the beginning. We must ensure that no one knows of what you have become, of who your real master is so that you can serve me to your full potential. And of course, we must plan on how to ensure the rest of your team will not be a threat to me. I'd say... perhaps one of your old enemies can help me out. Perhaps that cute techno girl, I'm sure you keep tabs on them no?"

He stroked her hair a little and waited for her to gather herself before he would move to help her up so that they could get her settled. He was sure she would need a shower after all that had happened to her, and hopefully that would give her enough time to gather the information she would need for him. Plus, it was getting late, and she still needed to get home before anyone became suspicious.

[User]
Ami pulled herself together rather quickly, considering she'd just experienced her first orgasm at the hands of her master. She lingered a bit in the chair after she caught her breath, enjoying the feeling of his fingers stroking her hair; but she didn't linger long and was standing a moment later. "Of course, Master. I eagerly await my new orders." Neither her nudity, nor the girl juices splashed across the insides of her eyes seemed to bother her as she stood in front of him. If not for the slight flush that had spread across her body, or the fluids that clung to the insides of her legs, you wouldn't have guessed the girl had just felt the most intensely satisfying orgasm of her life thus far.

"If you prefer, we could discuss things while I clean up, rather than after. I know we are pressed for time." She offered.

[Assistant]
"Go ahead then Ami. Come on, let me show you to the bathroom. We will need aid, help in the form of ensuring your friends will not break from control, especially your sister. So, tell me what you know about the villainous... I'm sure she still goes to our school, can you use your powers in order to ensure her... cooperation?"

Shiki began to lead Ami back upstairs, to the second floor bathroom in order to get her into the shower. At this point, he really did need to simply pluck the information from her mind in order to ensure that the rest of his plans would go well. He had known a lot about her, but her friends would likely not be so simple to break.

After all, her weakness was well aligned with his ability. He knew she craved control, and he provided it to her in spades. The others, not so much, but with Ami now ready to betray them, it was a matter of planning, and patience.

[User]
Ami followed him back upstairs to the bathroom on the second floor. "She does still go to our school, yes. But I'm not sure if I could use my powers to ensure she cooperates. She still harbors a very intense grudge against us; especially Kiko and my sister. But, I think we could use the grudge to manipulate her into cooperating." She answered after thinking seriously for a moment. "Her name is Rei... Rei Mikewa I think."

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she hadn't kept tabs on old enemies as well as she should have. She'd always left those concerns to the other girls. "I'm afraid I don't have much more information on her; Miya would. Shall I try to get it from her?" Ami asked, already formulating in her mind just how she could go about doing so.


[User] Calming down, Devin looked back at the timid girl. "Follow me." He turned, leading the way to the main halls. This was where most of his spell word was done. It was sparse, to avoid doing much damage. Pointing over to the table, there was a small bowl. "Inside that container is a flammable mixture. I want you to light it without touching it." IT was a simple spell, creating a spark from a distance. He stood back, waiting to see if she would succeed or fail.

[Assistant]
Lara followed him to the main hall, looking to the table and the small bowl. She could smell the reagents coming off it, the sticky, flammable gel something she had mixed a dozen dozen times. She straightened her back, closing her eyes and reached out with her mind, trying to assert her will, envisioning the spark coming to life.

She spent several minutes simply staring at the bowl, the fluid sitting inert until she sighed in defeat.

[User]
The anger in Devin's face was apparent. It was obvious this girl had no will of her own. He would have to rectify that, though he would have a little fun first. "I see then, your training is going to take more work than I thought if you can't even create a simple spark." He would have to break her down completely, mentally and physically, before he could even begin to train her, and that is where the other room came in. "Follow me." It was all he said.

Walking down a dimly lit hall, he opened a door, letting her enter first. The door was the only entrance or exit from this particular room, and only a few small windows let light enter. Around the room were his many special devices, and it looked more like a dungeon than a training room. "For as long as you cannot produce any magic, you will be staying here. Now, we begin your true training." He shut and locked the door behind him, leaving them as the only two in the room. "Now, strip down, I need to examine what all I have to work with."

[Assistant]
Lara bowed her head softly, following him quietly from the room into a considerably... darker... part of the mage's estate. She entered the room, looking nervously around, jumping slightly as the door shut. She bit her lip, nodding quietly as she was told she would be here until she could produce magic. It was somewhat more sinister than the quarters she was given in her old house, but not much worse overall. She could bear it, if she had to. "Yes Sir."

Her dress was simple enough, and she shrugged it from her slender shoulders, the cloth pooling at her feet until she stood before him, naked.

[User]
This girl seemed to have no will of her own, thus why she failed at any attempts at magic. He circled her, taking mental notes of her frame. "This is exactly what I was talking about earlier. You take an order, regardless if it's against normality, and you follow it without question. You accept the things that others tell you as fate. But to us who exert our wills, fate is nothing but a minor inconvenience."

He grabbed one of her wrist, roughly dragging her over to one of the walls. There were a couple of chains to the wall, and he let her see them hanging there. Leading her through the rest of the room, he let her get a good view of all the tools around. Stopping in the middle of the room once more, he left her as he approached something hanging on the wall, tossing it to her.

"If you wish to act like a slave, then you shall be treated as such. Put that on." He kept his back turned. the item before her made of several black leather straps, barely covering any of her body. Little silver rings hung from different locations along the strips.

[Assistant] Lara looked at the "garment" for a moment until it slipped from her trembling hand, landing on the floor with a light jingle. The girl followed shortly after it, her eyes wide with fear as she crumpled to her knees, tears in her eyes. "Please Sir I... I don't know why I cannot find my will." She looked up, naked and pleading, clearly frightened. "Please, I beg you, have mercy. I try, I honestly do..."

[User]
Devin could tell what was happening. The woman before him, she was s broken shell, already part way through the training already. "Mercy? Mercy is for the weak. Pity is something that those with no real power cling to." He was not going to pity this woman, he was going to make her into a powerful assistant. "Now, you can either wear what your given, or you can remain naked, I leave the choice to you."

He turned, leaving the room for a bit. He had to study something if he had any hope of breaking this frail girl out of whatever was causing to doubt herself. He could feel the spark of magic deep within her, but it seemed to be suppressed by something. He had some work to do before the next day.

[Assistant]
Lara nodded weakly as he refused him, shivering slightly in the cold of the dungeon as he left her there, kneeling. For awhile she remained there, huddled in the dark, crying softly, wondering what it was about her that had led her to fail not once but twice. She was able enough---had he wanted an assistant she would have made an able one, and served happily and well. But she could not find the force needed for magic within her.

What she didn't know---couldn't know without her own magic---but Devin could find shortly if he ever wished to probe her mind for the source of her failings, rather than just punish her form, was that she couldn't. Long ago, before she was aware such things were even possible, let alone that she might be a target of them, much of her will had been stripped away by magic. It would likely never be clear who, but it was a crude, cruel job, the act leaving a ragged wound in her mind. More subtle magic was possible, a gentle nudging of a subjects brain one way or another. This... was more like tearing off a limb. It had the feel of a personal act, one born in hate.

After awhile, she pulls the garment to her, placing the few leather straps that cover some of her otherwise naked skin carefully before curling up against one of the walls, eyeing the door.

[User]
Devin retired to his library, trying to find any reason for this girls reluctance for training. He had seen peoples will be striped before, hell, he had done it himself a few times, but this was a complete breaking. Still, If he could break her both physically and mentally first, maybe he could break through whatever was causing her to doubt herself. A bright flash of thought went through his mind, and he smiled, a cold, wicked smile. Turning, he headed back to the chambers of his new apprentice.

Pushing open the door, he approached her slowly, grabbing one of her arms and pulling her to her feet. "I think I know exactly what is wrong with you now, and know exactly what to do to fix it." He smirked, letting her ponder what exactly he had in mind that had brought him back

[Assistant] Lara, dressed in nothing more but a few straps of leather and metal rings, was hauled to her feet with barely a sound, looking at Devin with both fear and hope. "You do? Wh... what must I do, to better serve you?"

[User]
Devin smiled as she was pulled to her feet, but it wasn't a nice grin. "First off, you can start by referring to me as master." He pushed her up against the wall, taking in her scent as he leaned in close. "I could tell you, but I don't think you'd like it very well." He had to pry into her mind, see what was blocking any magic from her, but he had to break her down physically first, and he knew just how to do that.

"Are you willing to go to any lengths to learn how to actually use the power that flows through you?" It was a simple question, but the answer would have serious ramifications


[User] "And... what is that grinding on me? You aren't... um. Honey you aren't turned on are you? I'm not mad if you are but I'm your mother and it's not at all appropriate. I understand you're a grown man and men have reactions to women, but you need to focus on getting me unstuck, okay?" Crystal's little sexy plea for attention would feel more realistic if she made a half-hearted attempt to refuse---but she hoped Matt would understand that for this no would mean yes please!

[Assistant]
Matt was rock hard now, fully erect but constrained by his pants. He listened to her, fingers digging into her hips a little as he pulled back. But he pulled and released, pulled and released---a motion more similar to thrusting into her than a steady tug of war pull. The view was stimulating and the feel of a female body pressing against his hard cock was intoxicating. It didn't matter that it was his own mother!

"I'm sorry... I'm trying." He stammers back. She could feel his hard-on! But she wasn't moving away from it. Her ass just continued to wiggle against him even as he ground against her. His eyes were forever downcast, watching her ass.

So he tried something new. His hands slid down then up over her ass---spreading her cheeks briefly---before gripping onto the band of her thong. For leverage, he told himself. He pulled---pulling her back briefly---but then the tong gave, sliding down over her ass. He even pushed it the rest of the way, so it bunched around her knees. His eyes widened as he stared at her puckered rosebud and pussy lips for the very first time.

His pants felt extremely tight all of a sudden. He had the burning need to free his engorged cock. He'd never pulled his pants down faster than he did right then, letting out a sigh as his cock sprung free. He really wanted to jerk off, looking at her the way she was, but he couldn't. Instead, he resumed his position. His hands slid along her ass, spreading her cheeks as he leaned back in. His long, hard cock slid up between her crack, against her pussy, hands finding their way back to her hips but under her skirt now. He started to grind against her once more.

[User]
Crystal gave a little moan. She couldn't help it. She felt him pulling her thong down and that was when she knew that finally this fantasy was going to come to life. She'd been thinking about it ever since she'd watched him jack off that enormous cock into that pair of stolen panties, and she hadn't been able to get the thought of her own son doing her out of her head.

But she loved the little game. She loved the ways he was inching towards fucking her but hadn't yet. "Hey... hey honey... I think you pulled my panties off by mistake when you pulled too hard, okay?"

But then she felt the heat of him on her, skin to skin contact, and a full body shiver overtook her. Oh yes, he felt amazing. He was against her and throbbing, and she felt her pussy give a little gush of excitement. She needed him badly, but she couldn't just come out and say that. Not yet. "Matt... Matt something feels different back there. What are you doing? Are you still trying to get me out?"

She acted like she was trying to brace herself to pull herself out of her prone position on the couch, but this involved spreading her long toned legs a little, locking her knees in place. It meant that Matt would have an excellent view of her pussy and ass as she arched her back a little, acting as though she needed to do that to try to wriggle free. She made sure to rub back against him just a little as she pretended to try to escape...

She made sure to line up her burning hot slit right against the sensitive head of his dick. If he commented on it, she'd play stupid and pretend it was just an accident and surely it wouldn't have happened if he had been sincerely trying to help her, right?

[Assistant]
"I'm trying..." Matt moaned again, though what he was 'trying' to do wasn't very clear at this point. Lines were getting blurred and crossed and all he could think about right then was this his naked, hard cock was against her bare sex.

It didn't matter that she was his mother at this point. He was just focused on her lower half. A lower half that could belong to any woman in the world. Those firm ass cheeks, puckered rear passage, and her glistening pussy lips. Her body seemed to move to match his and as he pressed forward, the forbidden happened---the head of his cock slipped along her slick lips, head lodging at her entrance.

He should have stopped at that point. He should have come back to his senses. Should have pulled his pants up and moved away. Should have. She should have stopped him too. Mother and son should never get aroused and naked together. She should have told him it was all wrong. Should have.

He thrust his hips forward, spearing the first inch or two of his cock into her. He moaned, hands gripping into her hips even harder than before.

[User]
Crystal felt her breath catch in her throat when the first inch or two of him pushed inside. This was her son. She should feel like this was wrong. She should tell him to stop. She should do a lot of things... but all she could feel was satisfaction that he wanted her, a purring need to be fucked by a man properly, even if that man was her son. "Oh... oh, Matt," she called out weakly, lust making her voice quiver. "M-matt, sweetie, that's... oh god... that's not going to help me get out. C'mon now honey, you can't... possibly... want to..."

But she felt how he gripped her and let out a long moan, despite what she said out loud. She wanted him and needed him. Her breath was coming in soft little gasps, and he hadn't really begun fucking her hard or anything yet. It was the taboo, feeling like she was on fire with want because of her own son. The memory of his big cock when he'd jacked off into her panties came back into her mind---yes, he was going to fuck her with that.

She bit her lower lip and tried to turn to look over her shoulder at him. Maybe he'd enjoy her emphasizing she was his mother... maybe the taboo would get him off, too? "Matt, I'm your mother. You can't---you shouldn't---do this. I know... I know it's difficult to be so turned on and not have a woman around you to help you get what you need, but... I'm sure you're just a little confused---" she said to him, being sure to keep her face that of a stuck and worried mother.

All the while her naughty thoughts whispered, He knows very well I'm his mother, and he's behind me and hard and pressing inside anyways. He loves the idea of banging me. It would just be so hot if he admitted it...

[Assistant]
"Maybe... maybe it will? If... if I pull hard enough, maybe you'll get unstuck." Matt's mind was clouded with lust, at the feeling of a pussy squeezing around the head of his cock. She wasn't doing anything to pull away from him, so he thrust into her, a little bit deeper. Pulling back on her hips as he pressed forward with his own, forcing more of his cock into his mothers pussy. Half his cock was in her now. And it felt amazing.

"Yeah... confused... maybe this will help... get me... less... confused." He stammers back, mind completely lost in the moment. He thrust harder and harder, forcing more and more of his impressive length inside of her. His girth starting to stretch her.

He only stopped once he couldn't push any deeper, her ass pressing into his pelvis. He flexed his cock inside of her, basking in the feeling. No longer a virgin by all accounts. His hands dug into her hips as he ground against her. "Is... is that helping?"


[User]
As the bus pulled up into the jail courtyard, Jane looked outside at her new home. She wasn't impressed. As a career criminal already, even though she was just 22 years old, she had seen half a dozen prisons so far, and escaped from half of them. She was used to street gangs, drugs, theft and murders. She had the body and mind of a badass girl no one should mess with. Already, just during the trip down here, she got into a fight with another new inmate, showing her big mouth what she meant by staying quiet. Needless to say, nobody dared say a word to her for the rest of the trip.

After going through processing, they gave her the standard prison uniform. Black tight pants, a gray bra, sneakers, and a bright red overall with her name, "Jane", and her inmate number printed on it. As two guards led her through a hallway, she struggled against them and yelled at them for holding her arms too hard. They didn't bulge of course, but yelling at others always made her feel better. Soon, the duo came to a stop in front of a cell, opened the door, and pushed Jane inside.

As soon as she was free from their grip, Jane pulled up her red outfit and threw it down on the ground, against a wall, as a form of protest, before going back to the bars and gripping them with both hands, yelling at the departing guards.

"Fuck you god damn pigs! You're nothing but fucking assholes!" She stayed there, looking out at the two guards who ignored her, walking away, as she fumed in rage. She was breathing heavily, clearly angry, and her strong, fit body was clearly on display, skin sweating under the effort of all that yelling, and she looked quite impressive, especially with most of her top exposed. Meanwhile, Jane was so busy rebelling that she hadn't even noticed the other girl already in the cell with her...

[Assistant]
Emily laid lazily on the bottom bunk in her cell, her eyes shut peacefully as she tried to get some sleep. Prison was still a frightening and new place for her, despite having been there for two weeks, so she generally tried to pass the time by sleeping as much as she could. For the first week, she cried, alone in her cell. She was wasting her life away for defending herself against the man she loved more than anything, and now she was left here to rot. She knew she was right because if she hadn't stood up for herself, she would've been dead instead of him.

After almost dozing off once more, the silence she had grown to enjoy was suddenly interrupted by the rage of a new inmate, who swore up a storm and kicked loudly as she was dragged through the rows of cells. All Emily could do was hope this furious woman wasn't coming anywhere near her, but luck had not been on her side recently, and her cell door clamored open. The girl fought her hardest against the two guards, and Emily's eyes grew wide as she was shoved inside, inching back on her cot.

She could tell that this new girl didn't know she was even there, and was too nervous to say anything as she was silently fuming against the bars. Instead, she quietly coughed in the corner of the cell, a small, friendly smile instinctively forming as she waited for the new girl's response.

[User]
As she started to calm down somewhat, still looking at the empty hallway, the sound of a cough made her realize someone else was in the cell. Jane turned around slowly, scanning the small room with her eyes. It took her a moment to spot the small figure at the back of one of the bunks. She narrowed her eyes, and glared at the other girl, before slowly starting to walk forward, like a menacing predator closing in on her prey.

As the new prisoner came up to the side of the double story bunk bed, she stopped and scrutinized the girl from head to toes. Her next words sounded just as menacing as her expression, and was something you'd hear in a gangster movie. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

[Assistant]
Emily hoped her unintrusive noise would keep her new cellmate calm, but it only seemed to set her off more. As Jane approached her slowly, her heart began to race, but she remained where she was, blinking quickly as she tried to appear collected. The new girl wasn't much taller than her, but she was made of muscle and rage, in stark contrast to Emily's lithe and nonthreatening body.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, crossing her arms across her chest and thinking hard before opening her mouth. She chose to ignore her comment, as the only responses she could think of would probably set her off. The last thing she needed was a black eye or a broken nose. "I'm Emily." She said simply, watching Jane intensely as she waited for a response. If the new girl was going to attack her, she wanted to at least be prepared to have a chance of not getting her head smashed open.

[User]
Jane's expression slowly changed from anger to curiosity, and she scrutinized the girl carefully. Placing her hands on her hips, she spoke in a slightly less angry tone.

"You're not cowering in fear. Either you're stupid, or you still have a hint of bravery. But either way, you're better turn obedient real fast. I know how jail works, I've been here more times than I can count. Only one of us will rule this cell, and you can be sure it won't be you. That means you're gonna be my bitch, and you're gonna do everything I say. I hope that's clear." To add a menacing touch, she brought her hands together and cracked her knuckles.

[Assistant]
Emily watched her carefully, listening to her and raising an eyebrow as she spoke. "What?" She said incredulously, tilting her head to the side in shock. "No one has to 'rule' anything." She said slowly, still surprised by Jane's boldness. "We both sleep in the same cell, that's it. We don't even have to talk." She continued, hoping to explain or convince the newer girl that she was saying didn't make sense.

She took a minuscule step backwards as she waited for Jane's reaction, already frightened of her from her earlier outburst. Jane looked like she could rip anyone apart, especially petite Emily.

[User]
Jane squinted her eyes, and it was obvious this wasn't the answer she wanted. She brought a hand forward and grabbed Emily's prison outfit by the collar, holding the poor girl in her grip, then turned her other hand into a fist. "Wrong answer, bitch."

She then gave her a strong punch in the chest. Not that strong for Jane, in fact she could do much worse, she restrained herself, but still enough to make a big impression on her cellmate. Jane waited for her to get her breath back, then brought her free hand to Emily's face, grabbing her chin and forcing the girl to look at her, while still holding her by the collar.

"The only reason this was a chest punch instead of a slap is because I'll be using that face of yours and I want it to stay as pretty as it is now. So let's try once more. I can be quite nice to my bitch when she cooperates. But if you want to fight me, you're gonna die here, girl." She seemed very serious about it.

[Assistant]
Emily's eyed widened with fear as Jane grabbed her and pulled her close, unable to get away as Jane punched her in the stomach. She cried out in pain and grabbed her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes instinctively. She coughed and struggled to catch her breath for a minute. After she calmed herself down, Jane grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes, and she swallowed nervously as she spoke to her.

Although it seemed a strange thing to be thankful for, Emily was glad she was hit in the stomach instead of the face. She realized Jane was not kidding and that she seriously expected her to submit to her. Emily knew she wouldn't be able to fight her and that if she were to upset her again, she may have a broken bone instead of just a sore stomach.

"Okay..." She gasped out, not physically resisting Jane any longer. "Please let me go." She said quietly, the tears from earlier running down her face. "Please." She added desperately, unable to stop herself from full-out crying.


[User]
Peter had seen many women across the ages and whilst he appreciated them this was different. She to him was a vision, one that took his breath away, he wanted this woman, wanted to have her by his side.

He began to move through the crowds and then her boss appeared and grabbed her arm pulling her too him. The wave of anger that roared through him surprised Peter and he had to fight his own instincts. He wanted to tear through the crowd in a blur of motion, grab the man spin him around and rip his throat out.

But he was civilized to outward appearance as he appeared by Alex’s side. "You look ravishing tonight." He smiled and then turned to face Dr Bowman, "I am sorry but Alex promised me this dance." His face was smiling but when Dr Bowman looked into his eyes he saw only death, his death if he did not relinquish the woman to Peter.

[Assistant]
Alex watched the scene before her play out. And she wanted to laugh at the look on Bowman's face. Surreptitiously she checked the front of his pants for urine. And even though she knew that from that moment on her life at that hospital would be Hell on earth, she was delighted as she moved into Peter's arms.

She exalted in the feel of Peter's arms around her, and the strength of that body pressed close to hers. She felt guilty momentarily until she reminded herself that Jeff chose not to go, as a method of punishment no less. She found herself moving with Peter, neither of them speaking. Then again, with the thoughts and images rushing through her mind, what could she say? Finally, she decided small talk was better than this inappropriate staring.

"you look amazing. And I want to thank you for the rescue just now." She looked away briefly. And met his eyes once more. "I am really glad you are here."

[User]
Peter smiled, "What else is a knight in shinning armor to do when he sees a lady threatened by an old ogre?" She felt so warm in his arms and he was so conscious of her heart beating and the flow of her blood in her veins.

"So you came alone without your husband." his eyes looked into hers marveling once more at their brilliance. He led her around the dance floor using his Vampire speed to match her every movement so that they seemed to almost float around the room.

As they passed the DJ Peter gave the signal. "They say music express one’s feelings. Let us see if you agree if this expresses my feelings for you." Then he took over leading her across the dance floor so that they spiraled outwards as the music played.

The music was reaching the end as he stopped and then with his arm around her led her out onto a balcony. There where a few out there but a moment of mental suggestion left them alone. He smiled at her and said softly, "I want you." And then he pulled her gently to him and kissed her.

[Assistant]
Walking out onto the floor with Peter, Alex suddenly became nervous. Suddenly he wasn't just her friend. He was a man and she was feeling things she had no business feeling. She was married. And she kept reminding herself of that.

And then Peter said that the song that was coming on described his feelings. As the song started her heart started pounding. She loved this song. And she felt the same way. She felt his arms around her and she settled in to the dance. She felt his warm eyes on her and his strong arms around her and her body was responding.

Peter led her out onto the balcony and suddenly they were alone. She wanted to do the right thing and walk away. And yet, as he leaned in, instead of pulling back, she met his mouth eagerly. Her body was responding, growing warmer,and wetter and she was breathless. Suddenly she realized she had to stop now or she wouldn't stop at all, and what would follow could not be undone.

[User]
She was soft and warm in his arms and most importantly her body was relaxing into his accepting him. Peter kissed her again letting his passion come through the kiss whilst his hands moved over back caressing softly.

"Alex, you are the most beautiful woman in the room to me." Gently he moved back so that he could take her left hand and bring it to his mouth so that he could kiss it. He could see and feel her wedding and engagement ring, symbols of her attachment to another man. But her actions and her body where saying that it was not the other man that she was thinking about.

Then letting her hand drop he brought up his hand and cupped the side if her face, his fingers and caressing one of her erogenous zones around her ear. "Touch me." He almost breathed the words, he so badly wanted the feel of her hand on him.

[Assistant]
For the life of her, Alex couldn't make herself resist the urge to put her hands on him. It was wrong for so many reasons. And yet, she had to. His body was incredible. Even the clinician in her wanted to feel what the ideal male form felt like. She placed her hand flat on this chest, the warmth of her skin easily felt through his clothing.

She felt herself swaying towards him as her entire body responded to him. Taking a step closer, she placed the other hand on his waist and let it linger. She knew she was wrong to be here, but all she could think of was having this man inside her.

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There was so much sexual tension in the air flowing between them that Peter was surprised that it was not a visible arch of power. This was so different than normal, normally he would be tilting her neck prior to sinking his fangs into it.

But now all he could think of sinking into her was his hard aching cock. He moved slightly forward pulling her too him so that her body molded itself to his. As he did so he exerted his power of haze to those around them. All thought the two of them where not alone on the balcony to the others it was as if they where not there at all.

He breathed in her scent as his hands moved on her back, one sliding downwards to caress her rather pert bottom. He could feel the warmth of her body pressed up against his hard cock and knew that she would be feeling  the hardness and length of it.

It was almost a faint whisper in her ear, "Let me take you to bed and show you how much you have aroused me and how much I feel for you. Just nod."

[Assistant] Swallowing hard at the sudden need that slammed through her, Alex simply looked at Peter and nodded. She could feel him against her body, and all at once she couldn't get the thought of having sex with him out of her mind. The image of herself, on her knees before him, was driving her crazy and she could feel herself growing hotter and wetter. All of a sudden she was embarrassed. And that pissed her off, she was tired of being shy. She wanted to be bold for him but it just wasn't in her nature. Embarrassed or no, she wanted to be with him so she nodded again and quietly said yes.

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Peter smiled, every part of her arousal was easily noted to his Vampire senses. She might as well been wearing a neon sign saying take me now. But he smiled and then said softly, "You have no idea how much that means to me." Now normally he would take the woman and at the moment of orgasm sink his fangs into her and drain her dry.

But Alex, no she would see the sun rise tomorrow and whilst part of him was worried that he was becoming too attached another was happy he was. As he held her he let his eyes wander the room, oh this was interesting, her husband was wandering the room looking no doubt for her. He leaned forward, "You husband is here, would you like me to persuade to go home?"


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Argyrius did not answer her when she asked her questions since he did not think it was the right time to give her an answer. After all he was still undecided if he would give her an answer or not though she may guess when she finally saw him so he would at least wait until then. The fact that she obeyed him and opened her mouth showed that she was close to breaking since she did not resist but simply obeyed which was a very good sign. It was only a matter of time before she broke and would become his puppy girl but he was in no rush since he had no desire to truly harm her so he could take his time.

When he head her sob, he looked at her but he saw that her body sagged so he let her fall into sleep though he did clean her chin. Gently, he removed the ball gag since he did not think she could do anything even if she did wake up since she was confined not to mention the bondage helmet kept her in the dark so she could not see which meant it would be very hard to use any magic. After he set the ball gag on a nightstand next to the bed, he walked to the door and walked out it before closing it and locking it. Pressing a seal next to it, he active his wards which would keep an eye on her and would let him know when she awoke.

It has been a long day so he would get some rest himself though he did check in on a puppy girl outfit that he had been work on. It was of the finest cloth but even better it would expose those parts of her that he wanted while keeping her facial features obscured so no one would know who she was which would be important when he finally took her out in the town. Once he was satisfied with the costume, he headed to his bed chamber so he could get some rest while thinking of his next steps for his new puppy girl. Falling asleep, he slept a few hours before waking up and threw his robs back on before heading down stairs to check on Velvet Cunt.

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The captive young woman didn't stir as he undid the ball gag in her mouth, letting out a soft, fearful murmur, her dreams likely muddled with fear and doubt. If she was having dreams at all, rather than exhaustion and fear just dragging her down into the inky depths of unconsciousness.

She awoke perhaps fifteen minutes before she heard the soft sound of the door opening, though she had little idea of her surroundings. She had the use of her fingers, and her mouth---thankfully---and she was able to use a handful of minor spells to probe the room she was in. Unfortunately for her, that information did her little. Her expertise was not in conjuring strong enough spells to break her bonds, or sundering the room she was in. It was enough for her to confirm what she already knew---that it was a fellow magic user that was holding her. That there were strong wards on this room. Strong, but basic enough that there was no clear signature of them so she could know who, exactly, had done this to her.

She tensed when he entered, whimpering softly, her pleading---soft and uncertain---to be released, for mercy---picked up again.

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Argyrius paused briefly at a table so he could splash some cold water over his face before drying off with a large and soft towel. Quickly, he ran a comb through his hair before heading downstairs so he could check on his sex slave and puppy girl, Velvet Cunt. Already, he was thinking of what his next plans for her would be and soon his thoughts wondered to when he had her broken and marked with his tattoo along with rings for her nipples and clit. Shaking his head, he reached inside his robs to make sure that he had the box that he wanted and confirmed it was there which made him smile as he approached the door to her room.

Opening the door, he stepped inside and closed the door before pausing so he could admire her tight and firm ass. Slowly, he let his eyes move up to her head which was covered in a bondage helmet and then down her back and over her firm ass before taking in her silken folds and then her long legs. When he heard her whimpers and pleas, he shook his head as he stepped up to the bed and removed the box from his robe and opened the box. Inside lay three golden rings with small sapphires that glittered in the light while he slide his hand under her so he could gently roll her nipples and then down to grab and roll her clit to make sure they were hard.

Once they were nice and hard, he slipped the rings around her nipples and then her clit before saying a magical phrase. The rings shrunk a little until they fit her perfectly and would not slip off before starting to vibrate very slowly. Gently, he ran his finger nail over her clit and softly slapped it before caressing and stroking it while he started to massage her ass and then gave her a quick hard slap to her ass. "Now, now, no more pleas for mercy unless you wish me to spank your ass until it is a nice red and then I would take your pussy and then your ass. This is your new life and nothing will change that but I know you will enjoy being a puppy girl, Velvet Cunt."

Softly, he slapped her other ass check while his fingers continued to stroke her clit and then his other finger slipped between her ass cheeks to softly massage her anus. "So unless you wish to be punished, you will no longer plea for mercy but tell me how glad that you are to be my sex slave and puppy girl. I want to hear you tell me your name and what you are before opening your mouth for your ball gag, Velvet Cunt. I want to hear you beg me to put on your new permanent collar before I free you slightly so I can guide you to your hands and knees so I can take you to get bathed and then massaged before eating. Do you understand, Velvet Cunt?"

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Yvette knew how exposed she was when the door opened---the view afforded by her compromised position, her rear and sex beneath his gaze. She tensed as he approached, and she heard---muffled through the hood---him doing something beside her. She groaned reluctantly as he slipped his hands beneath her, once more freely fondling her without her ability to do anything to stop. And, to her shame, feeling her body respond to his assault. She let out a gasp when the rings tightened onto her flesh, and her pleading died to a fearful whimper when he threatened to hurt her once more.

The girl groaned fearfully as he toyed with her rear, and she shook her head frantically when he told her she was to be punished, and then nodded obediently when he asked her if she understood, her terror obvious.

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Argyrius noticed the way her body responded to his caresses which proved that she was aroused by what was happening to her. While these feelings were probably buried deep inside her, she couldn't hide the way her body responded to the bondage and the way he teased and caressed her sexy and sensual body. Gently, he watched her while she nodded but his hands did not stop moving but kept caressing and squeezing her tight ass. Softly, he ran his finger nails over the soft skin of her tight buttocks and then softly slapped them before he started to massage her ass with his fingers spread them apart and then squeezed them together.

After a short time, he moved his fingers to her inner thighs which he softly massaged before slipping his hand under her. Gently, he cupped her silken folds and started to massage and caress her soft petals which his fingers softly explored before moving to tug and then stroke her clit. Waving a hand, he uttered a word which stopped the rings from vibrating on her nipples and clit but they stayed there while he admired her once more though she had not said anything. "So tell me what your name is and what are you now? Do you look forward to wearing your permanent collar? Answer me and then I will free you though you will move to sit up on the bed so that I can place my collar around your neck and then a ball gag. Do you understand, Velvet Cunt?"


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Well, the headmaster was taking the information better than she dared hoped he would. She began to feel relaxed now and didn't care that he was sitting close to her now. "He's... he's just a boyfriend. You don't have to give him a pass or anything. I'll just tell him not come back again and I won't creak curfew again, I promise."

The boy she had been meeting was a senior from a nearby public school who happened to have a very nice legs and chest. He merely came by when she was feeling lonely and wanted to get laid. Though, she dare not tell the headmaster that.

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It wasn't that Richard could read her thoughts, but he understood teenage girls very well, and in this case he was able to guess. "Don't make any promises you can't keep," he replied gently. "Don't worry. If you want to go on seeing him, you can go on seeing him. Just don't get him in trouble, because my protection will only extend to you. But have to wonder.."

He stopped for a moment, shaking his head, and letting go of her hand, leaning back against the back of the couch. "This is something you don't have to tell me, but you seem like such a smart girl, and I just don't understand." That was the first bald-faced lie he'd told her, but he was pretty good at lying.

"Forgive me for being blunt, but did you just want to get laid?  Didn't you realize the risks you were taking?  If one of the other faculty had discovered you, you would have been out of here, maybe before I had time to intervene. I know that many of our students are going to need sex. Someday, I'll get rid of that stupid rule. But why did you do anything that reckless?"

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Helen stared, not certain that she heard him correctly. She blinked at him, feeling her cheeks turn hot and pink. She swallowed, not certain of what to say or do in response. This isn't something that the Headmaster should say. Not something he should say at all.

She raked her hands over her blonde hair as she tried to figure out how to respond, but she couldn't. Anything she would say died before it reached her lips. Until, finally, she managed to speak, "I... I didn't know that you felt that way about it sir... I thought you would be upset about it."

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"Helen..." Richard had a tendency to talk with his hands, and now he gestured with them vaguely. "How could I possibly have run this school for fourteen years and not have tumbled to the fact that our girls, almost all of them, and the boys too, of course, not only want to have sex, but need it?  Do I really seem that dense to you?"

He shook his head. "If we expelled every student who had a sex life, we would be left with a quarter of the students, and they'd be the most backward and repressed. Sex is normal and natural. Or were you brought up to believe otherwise?"

He reached out a hand toward hers, the one that was raking through her hair. "Honestly, wouldn't it be pretty silly of me to get upset about students having sex?"

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Helen blushed a hot shade of pink and she clenched her thighs tightly together as her hands clenched at her skirt. "Yes sir, that would be silly." She replied in a monotone. He was stroking her hair, making her nervous and for some reason, excited as she shifted along the leather bound sofa.

She could feel his eyes on her and suddenly she felt uncomfortable around him. She had always been uncomfortable around the headmaster, but this was different. For some reason, this was so very different. Her heart was pounding as it often did when she was alone with a boy who was intent of getting between her legs.

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The Headmaster Richard smiled thinly. He had misplayed his hand and now she was uncomfortable, and that wasn't what he'd wanted. But either way he was going to get what he wanted. "I keep telling you what a smart girl you are, Helen. Please, don't play dumb with me now. I've already told you that I like girls who don't play games, who admit the truth. So I won't play games with you."

He placed a hand, fairly gently, on her shoulder. "If you cooperate. you will learn what a good friend I can be as the Headmaster. If you get up and go now, I will treat this meeting as if it never happened, but I will not intervene on your behalf, and the monitors will see the footage of you and your boyfriend. I can show it to you if you want me to---it's very arousing. As you must realize, if really aroused me."

"Stand up now," he said, a new note in his voice. "Then, you can do one of two things. You can leave, or you can take off those clothes. You know which choice I prefer."

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Helen's parents would kill her if she got kicked out of school just for meeting a boy. Not to mention that chances of her getting into Harvard would plummet if she was expelled from this school. So it was either have sex with the headmaster or get expelled. She chewed her lips as she stood up as he commanded. Then with shaking hands, she pushed her panties down her legs, and then down to her ankles. As she stepped out of them, an epiphany formed.

"If... if I am a good girl..." She murmured as she unbutton her blouse. "Will I get good marks in class?  No matter how much I study?" Her voice had a lilt to it, but her meaning was clear. "I can be a good girl whenever you want met to be..." She opened her blouse revealing the white laced bra underneath.

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"This might seem strange, Helen, but I still want you to do well, and if I get you all As, then you won't be ready for college. Straight BS, and an occasional A-, unless you do earn your marks. Provided, as you say, that you can be a good girl whenever I want. And I should warn you that that will be very often."

Richard stood up himself, and looked her in the eye. "I'll tell you flat out, though, that if you won't accept that, I'll go for the straight As. I just don't want you to fail in college because you didn't study here."

His eyes remained on hers, but one hand went to her hip, over the fabric of her skirt. "And you should start wearing shorter skirts. This one is too long."

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"Yes sir." Helen murmured as she felt heat rising to the surface of her skin. She was getting aroused despite herself. Helen knew that the Headmaster was taking advantage, exploiting her as the media would say, but honestly, she didn't mind. The headmaster was old, but he wasn't bad looking and there was something in it for her after all. She would get good marks without having to study so hard and there had to be other perks in it for her.

She unbuttoned her skirt at the hip and let it drop down to her feet. "I'll wear my skirt as long as you want. What about my blouse?  Is it good enough?" She opened her blouse showing off her bra and cleavage.

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Richard reached over and snapped the switch, and the extra lighting came on, spotlighting Helen. "You and I will have the only two copies of this, unless you want more of them made," the Headmaster told her. "As for your blouse, it's too thick. It will have to come off." Had she not already opened it all the way, he would have ripped it open for her. There would be occasion for that some other time.

He pulled off his own suit jacket, his necktie still tucked into his waistcoat. He was overdressed. "And whenever you have time to prepare, come to this office with nothing in the way of underwear. Some men love it, but I prefer my girls naked. You can keep the shoes on, or take them off, as you prefer. But once you've stripped, please, come and untie my necktie for me."

She was looking forward to this!  Why hadn't he done this months ago?  Or at least as soon as he had learned about her liaisons with her boyfriend?  He had been wasting time.


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Ally awoke bright and early the next morning half imagining that last night had been all a dream. Well that was until she moved and her pussy throbbed lightly between her legs. Aftermath of good sex she though as she gently got out if bed and looked at the mess that was her sheets. Covered in her cum and his, she quickly stripped the bed and took the sheets down to wash later before hopping in the shower.

She felt amazing. Tyler wanted her, had had his way with her and it had felt amazing. She couldn't wait for the next session and dried her hair and dressed quickly remembering his invitation to come over whenever. She would like to talk to him anyway. Her friend was an art major looking for a few extra lessons an she thought Tyler would be perfect for it. As she made her way across her room she noticed something in her floor... keys? Where did they come from she wondered. Picking them up she figured they must have fallen out if Tyler's bag. She smirked gently and dropped them in her bedside drawer thinking they might come in handy. She smiled seeing Tyler in the kitchen and made her way over to see him.

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Tyler had spent most of the morning sleeping, a bit tired out from his adventures the previous night. He got out of bed at about 10, showered, and put on a pot of coffee before tossing through the duffel bag and putting its contents back into a chest of sex toys he kept in his bedroom. He paused and frowned, patting himself down for the extra set of house keys he usually kept in the gym bag. Shrugging it off, he figured he'd just have another set made at the locksmith. After all, it wasn't like he lived in a high crime neighborhood, and rekeying the locks was too much of a pain.

Tyler was just pouring himself a mug of coffee, dressed in a bathrobe, when he noticed Ally coming over. He gave her a wave, wink, and smile, pouring another mug and bringing it to the large sliding glass door in the kitchen, opening it for her and handing her a cup as well. "Well well... good morning sunshine." He grinned and gave a light chuckle as he motioned for her to sit down at the table. "I don't normally eat breakfast, but if you want toast or something I can throw a couple of slices of bread in the toaster..."

[User] Ally smiled taking the cup Tyler handed her, "Well hello you..." smiling as I take a sip of the coffee. Walking over and sitting down at the table she glanced up at him. "I'll have some if you'll have some" she said with a grin. "Last night was... fun" she said taking another sip of the coffee, "I'm rather sore now though" she laughed slightly, "In a good way though"

[Assistant] Tyler shrugged lightly as he grabbed a few slices of bread and threw them in the sleek four-slot toaster on his counter. He sat down with Ally while the toast browned, smiling and looking to her with still-sleepy eyes. "So... what have you been doing to keep yourself busy while your parents are skiing?" A sly smirk crossed his lips as he added, "Other than spying on me, of course."

[User] "Oh well spying on you takes up a lot of my time" she replied with a soft grin, sipping her coffee. "I shop, go to the gym, hang out with my friends" she said lightly. "That reminds me... um... before... you know... everything last night, I was actually wanting to ask you... my friend Claire is an art student and she is looking for someone to give her some pointers and tip with her course work. I said I'd ask you if you'd talk to her, maybe show her some new skills?" she said smiling sweetly.

[Assistant] Tyler gave off a warm, flirtatious laugh. "I had no idea I was that interesting." A smile, a sip of coffee. "And about your friend... you're more than welcome to have her come over. I'm between projects right now, so it would be the perfect time for me to work with her. Any special medium she likes to use?" Tyler looked over the canvases, clay, and wire that was scattered across his living room. He himself worked in all of the media, and he was quite talented at all of it.

[User] Ally blushed slightly thinking about all the times she'd watched him, all the different things she had seen him do but she kept that to herself. He knew full well when she had been watching. He had told her last night. "Well she is currently doing a lot of work with acrylic paints and some water colors but I think this project is using oil paints. I'm really not sure what she said but I know you use pretty much everything and you're very talented so... I really appreciate you helping her out" she said with a small smile. Glancing behind him as she heard the toaster ping.

[Assistant] "Hey, no worries. A friend of yours is a friend of mine." Tyler was a nice enough guy, fucking aside, that she would know that would be his response either way. He turned as he heard the toaster, grabbing the hot slices with a fork and spreading some butter on them before putting two slices on each of two plates. "Anything else you want on them? Jelly or something perhaps?"

[User] "No butter is good and thanks for seeing her, she's a wonderful young artist. I'm sure you will like the work she has done already" Ally smiled picking up a slice of the toast and taking a bite as she watched him. "So... how long? I mean... how long did you know I was watching you?" she could feel a her blush lightly streaming across her cheeks. It wasn't that she was embarrassed at what she had been doing, far from it. She was simply a little embarrassed he had seen her watching, especially when he was in the shower...

[Assistant] Tyler shrugged and smirked jokingly as he laughed at her question. "I don't know, right inches or so... Oh wait, you didn't mean that length. I think I noticed you back when I was cleaning up after a night with my ex. At first I thought it was an accident... But you were kind of staring." He chuckled a bit, adding, "Don't worry, it was flattering even with a girlfriend."


[User] "Oh, yeah..." Darius was in heaven. "You're doing fine, Alison. Now, go up and down. Not too much, you don't want to gag and I'm not poorly hung. But try going up and down, so you can fuck me with your mouth." Much more of this and he wasn't going to be able to be so coherent. A little bit of precum seeped out of the tip of his cock, and his balls felt big and puffy. It was only natural for him to put one hand on the top of her head.

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Alison listened to his instructions again, taking a bit more of his cock into her mouth, stopping when she felt like she might gag. There was still a lot of his cock that she hadn't taken in, her being hesitant to really take in too much at all, but she didn't push it. She moved her mouth back after that and her head started to bob on his cock, her tongue still pressed up against it and her lower lip too like he had asked.

Alison tasted something, the hint of flavor from his precum. It wasn't very much but she didn't think she liked it very much.

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"Oh, my God..." Darius was becoming redundant. Something was distracting him from concentrating on making scintillating conversation. "Yeah. Like that. Very much like that. Up and down. Fuck, Alison, you're a natural. You really are."

He was squirming, he couldn't help it. He moved his hand slightly, in time with the movements of her head. "I don't know how I knew, but I knew it. You're a natural born cocksucker. You were born to suck a cock." He had to have some outlet for his energy, so he pressed his bottom against the mattress, pushing pretty hard.

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Alison wasn't sure whether she should really take that as a compliment... a natural? Was it a good thing to be a natural, it didn't feel very good to her. She wasn't some kind of whore that was only around to pleasure men, she was an intelligent young woman and she was going to be successful in the future... She didn't stop sucking though, still working his cock, her head bobbing, even taking a bit more into her mouth and becoming a bit more confident.

Alison wasn't sure if she had made the right decision in kneeling in front of him, though she supposed it was making her feel more confident about this whole thing and not as nervous, that was a plus...

[User] "You're doing great, as I guess I've told you," Darius said, though he had to concentrate even more now to form a coherent sentence. "You can keep on going, in which case I'll cum in a little bit. You can suck me dry and keep me in your mouth, or you can let my sperm shoot out onto your face and breasts. Some women enjoy that. Or you can stop, and I'll take my turn doing this to you." He wondered what she would think of that. She probably wouldn't want him to do it, but she would be glad if he did, he thought.

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Alison heard his options and immediately stopped, looking up at him. "I... Both of those things sounds gross and messy..." she said, not particularly wanting to taste his cum nor have it on her face or breasts, it didn't sound very pleasant to her.

"And... well... what do you mean, do it to me?" she asked, feeling like she was being stupid or something. Though she had overheard girls talk about giving blow jobs, she hadn't heard much about any girl equivalent. It showed her inexperience and how she sheltered herself from the world of sex, she didn't know that there was something he could do to return the favor... And did she really want him to do what ever it was?

[User] "Oh, Alison, you don't know?" Much of the lust vanished from Darius' expression as if a candle had been blown out. He smiled so broadly, and in such a different way than he had been doing earlier. "Lay down on your back, with your head on the pillow. Try to relax while you can. I have something wonderful to show you." He certainly seemed to mean it.

[Assistant] Alison blushed, feeling silly for not knowing, he seemed to be surprised, though he wasn't making her feel bad about it but rather the opposite, he seemed... excited. "Okay..." she said, sounding unsure, but he did seem genuine in that he had something 'wonderful' to show her. Alison got up off of her knees and lay down on the bed like he told her to, her head resting on the pillow. She looked at him somewhat nervously, feeling very exposed, but oddly enough she was trusting him, though she wasn't entirely sure why.

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Darius was pretty intelligent himself. He had a top-notch education as well, or he would never have gotten this job. But just now it seemed to him that telling Alison to lay down for what he had in mind was probably the smartest thing he had ever done in his life.

He got to his feet, and then knelt down on the foot of the bed, facing her. His cock was still rock hard and he felt an urgent need there, but one he was happy to ignore for now. This was more important.

"Okay, good," he said. She could hear the eagerness in his voice, he expected. "Now raise your knees up and spread your legs apart so I can kneel between them. Let me know if anything I do is too intense, more than you're ready to handle. But be prepared for the ride of your life."

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Alison hesitated, feeling unsure, but he seemed so eager and he had said that it would be wonderful... the ride of her life... Slowly she did as he said, raising her knees and spreading her legs, exposing herself even more and making her face turn more red.

She was nervous about what ever he was going to do, confused too but she tried not to think about it all too much, if she did then she would just freak herself out. She just had to wait for him to do it and then she would know all that she needed to and more. A part of her, a very small part but it was there, felt oddly excited...

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Darius shifted closer on the bed, until he was kneeling between her legs, just as he had said, but not too close. He wanted to reach forward and brush his hand through her hair, but, again, this wasn't the time for that. He had to earn that privilege, if he could.

So instead he just leaned forward, putting one palm down flat on the mattress to one side of her stomach, for balance. It wouldn't stay there for very long. He didn't actually touch her yet. But he brought his face close to her sex and just blew on it gently, and then he used his tongue and slid it lightly up and down her nether lips.

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Alison watched him with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. She felt exposed and vulnerable in her position, particularly when he moved in between her legs, and the urge to close her legs and push herself away was there, though she resisted it. Her legs shook slightly and her nerves were clear, particularly when he moved his face down and closer to her sex, which had never been touched before by anyone but herself.

She took a quick breath when he blew on her, which she wasn't suspecting, and then a full gasp when he actually touched her with his tongue, biting her lip. He was touching her with his tongue... It made sense now, him saying that he would do the 'same' to her, though she had never heard of people actually doing it, and she was a little nervous about him doing it to her actually, though... she had to admit that it didn't feel bad.

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He let her have a few seconds to process that. "And it just gets better, Alison." he murmured, loud enough for her to hear clearly, but not moving his head enough to look at her face. No, he didn't want to give her enough time to really think about it.

His tongue swiped up and down as before, up and down---and then between, inside. He swirled the tip of it around twice, thrice, and then he began his attention to her clitoris.

He moved the hand he had on the mattress down to push gently against the inside of her thigh, and with the other he began to finger her vagina. He kept the new sensations coming, even as the hand on her thigh turned over to slide underneath her bottom.


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Much to her master's frustration and satisfaction Alesia did not rush her oral pleasuring of him, despite his obvious needs. She stayed true to her earlier instructions which pleased Caerul and he allowed her to continue with her efforts without reproach. He only held his body still through an act of will in tensing and relaxing his powerful muscles, tanned flesh glowing with sweat in the torchlight. Both his hands were entwined in her glorious red-golden hair as he strove to resist the powerful urge to grip her head and force the issue upon her. Caerul had told her to slow down and take her time and he was going to damn well enjoy the first flowering of her skills.

The near pleasure of being held such a high state of arousal was like an ache and the throbbing in Caerul's shaft was intense and almost painful. Each lick of her tongue and suck of her lips brought him closer to ecstasy and a greater ache. He was moaning and gasping as she practiced her erotic skills on his large cock. Suddenly the throbbing ache in his cock turned to a slow rush of intense pleasure and he let out a long, deep moan of incredible satisfaction. This was no explosive climax like Caerul normally experienced, but long and deeply satisfying release of pleasure. A long spurt of warm seed filled Alesia's mouth as his balls contracted and spasmed, and then another and another as her master continued to groan in exquisite pleasure. His hands tightened on her hair as he came, restricting her movement as he filled her mouth with his warm seed.

[Assistant] Alesia found that she liked the sound of Caerul's moans and gasps of pleasure---she liked that she could so clearly please him. She gave a little gasp of startlement when the first spurt of seed burst into her mouth, not pulling away, but definitely surprised at the quantity or intensity of his reaction. She could feel his hands tightening on her hair, holding her close, though she was not sure if it was a gesture of dominance or simply instinct as his whole body tensed. She could feel that too---the tightening and spasming of his balls and the throbbing of his cock felt delightful under her hands. A muffled little moan of desire escaped her lips as he held her, continuing to pump cum into her mouth.

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Caerul's body began to relax as the last of his warm cum was sucked from his cock and he tingled with pleasure. His hands remained gripping her head and hair until his manhood started to soften to a semi-flaccid state. He had heard her little moan of desire and knew she was aroused from pleasuring him, an act that not every woman enjoyed he knew. There was a trace of a smile on his lips when he pulled her head away and released her, laying back against the cold stone wall in a relaxed condition. Even in a state of post-coital relaxation the barbarian gave the impression of a great panther or lion at ease, relaxed and secure, but ready to spring into action at a moments notice.

Pulling Alesia to him he let her rest her head on his belly as a reward for her efforts and said to her, "You have done well and Caerul is pleased! I see that it gave you pleasure to perform in such a way."

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Alesia sighed gently as she felt Caerul's cock beginning to grow soft in her mouth, the taste of his cum still thick on her tongue. She sat back on her heels, gazing at her master as her tongue flicked out to lick up a trickle of cum that had escaped the corner of her mouth, as comfortable in he own skin as her master, though she was more of an exotic, pampered housecat to his great beast.

She nuzzled against the hard planes of his stomach as he pulled her close, murmuring contently, "Mmm... yes..."

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Caerul let her rest with her head on his belly for about an hour, stroking and caressing her hair with his rough calloused hands as they relaxed. If he was tense or edgy about the prospect of being hunted down for his grave crime of stealing the Slave-Queen of the Merchant Princes of Carnor he gave no sign. The rules of the sordid metropolis must be beside themselves with fury and despair at her theft and the ruination of the festival. The punishment they would met out on her barbarian master would be cruel in the extreme if he were ever caught and it seemed not to perturb him in the least.

Eventually she heard his stomach rumble with hunger and her master roused her with his hand, indicated an old barrel and said, "You will find some cold meats, cheese, dried fruits and bread hidden in that barrel. Prepare a meal for me and ensure there is enough for yourself, but do not eat!"

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Alesia seemed faintly drowsy with contentment and from her exertions as she lay with her head on Caerul's stomach, making occasional lithe sighs of contentment as he stroked her hair. She was vaguely surprised he did not seem more worried about what would happen if he was caught, but she could detect no stress in him. She certainly seemed relaxed and content where she was.

She did not worry unduly about what would happen to her if Caerul was captured. Although she was now skied and unsuited to being Festival Queen, she was still a very expensive slave and she doubted she would be punished much for what was clearly not her fault.

She heard the rumble of Caerul's stomach distinctly. Looking up as he spoke, she lifted her head and nodded, stretching and then climbing to her feet. Having been petted and pampered all her life, she didn't know how to cook, but she thought she could manage that well enough. Removing everything from the barrel, she put together what she thought would be a meal substantial enough for even a man as large as him, as well as enough for her. She put a little effort into arranging it prettily---that being a skill she did have---but not much, as she doubted he cared.

Returning to Caerul's side, she knelt with the food and smiled at him, eyes dropping submissively after a glance.

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The barbarian watched her with an amused eye as she arranged the food and her suspicions were correct about his lack of concern on such niceties. The burly warrior just picked up the food with his hands and ate with the gusto he seemed to put into everything she had seen him do. There was no manners or finesse, he slapped some meat and cheese on a torn off hunk of bread and took a great bite, barely finishing before taking another and washing it down with a long pull from his flagon of ale. When he had sated his appetite he let his slave feed, but did not force her to eat without her hands like a beast as many civilized masters might.

When they were done Caerul checked the security in the unused cellar and when he was satisfied he lay down to sleep, putting his new slave at his feet. He didn't chain or restrain her in any way, but the big warrior never seemed to sleep too deeply if she took the care to check.

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Alesia sat patiently while Caerul ate his fill. When he indicated he was done and she could have what was left, she nodded and murmured, "Thank you," but wasted little time in eating her fill. She ate with the neat, almost delicate grace with which she seemed to do most things. She watched Caerul move around the cellar as he checked the security of everything with what seemed to be innocent curiosity.

She curled up at his feet where he put her without any protest---if she was a little disappointed, it was only because she would have liked to lie closer to him, pressed against his body, not because she considered the place he'd put her to be demeaning.

She fell asleep quickly and slept soundly, her breathing quickly becoming deep and even.


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Jake's eyes shut tightly as he gasped once more when he felt Simon move deeper into him. He couldn't help the groans that came out of him as he was fucked a bit harder making him rock into the bed under him. "Aaaahhhh..." He moaned out as the pain suddenly mixed with pleasure when Simon hit his sweet spot. He could feel the other's teeth on his skin, which only serve to make him moan once more.

As he heard the other's words he knew that he wasn't lying it made him shiver just thinking of how he would be led to this whenever Simon pleased. "I can't..." He gasped out before his breath hitch when the thrusts went deeper and faster. He dug his fingers into the bed below him as he was left to moan out each and every time he felt him hit the spot. He wasn't sure if the pain was gone or not, but if it wasn't his body didn't seem to care.

He kept his eyes shut tight as he tried to close of one of his sense while all the other's seemed to be going into overload. His back was arched some from the bed as he dug his legs into Simon's shoulders.

[Assistant] "You can't what? Hmn, you must like this." Simon winced as the feet found their way to his shoulders, but he was okay after awhile. He went harder and faster, gripping his hips tighter. Simon was actually enjoying it this time, well, as much as the other did, maybe even more. "I'm so, close Jake..god, so close."

[User] Jake could feel every thrust inside of him and as they became harder and faster he seemed to loose the pain that he had felt before. All he could do was gasps and moan at every thrust sent him into a ride of pleasure whenever his sweet spot was hit. His back arched from the bed as he could feel himself coming close to the edge. "Aaahhh" With a few more thrust he found himself moaning out louder as his seed spilled onto his stomach and chest and his walls closed tightly around Simon's member inside of him.

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"Oh god yes.." Simon rocked into him as quickly as before, still about to cum. At  last he rammed in him as far as he could go, cumming deep inside him, staying there for awhile longer. Gently pulling out he looked down at the man and smiled a small bit, it going away just as quickly as it showed up.

Rolling next to Jake, he untied him, throughing what ever it was to the ground for now. Simon brought him closer, wishing only to fall asleep. "Jack, what if I did let you go, would you ever come back?"

[User] Jake let out another gasp as he felt the other fill him up. His body ached everywhere and as his bounds were taken away he could only let himself stay limply on the bed. He didn't fight against Simon's hold as he let his eyes fall close barely catching the question. "I don't think I should be answering anything at this moment." He said his voice low and shaky as he tried to let the exhaustion take him.

[Assistant] "Yes, I guess so..." Simon smiled briefly and got up. "I'm going to trust you, and hopefully you sill not run. But I still have business to do. Do excuse me will you?" As the young prince had said these things he got dressed, having to do his layers of robes over again. It was worth it for a time to have sex, but to put on clothes after words, was just a pain and torture. He moved his hand through dark hair, smiling lightly, but only for a few. "...Loves..." Simon quickly left the room as he said this, but saying it so quietly that the other probably did not hear.

[User] Jake tried to move onto a sitting position on the bed, but he was grunting in pain before he could get far. He could feel the mess of his orgasm on his chest and abdomen as well as prince's own cum inside of him. He turned to his side once more as he moved to the edge of the bed wanting to grab a hold of anything to clean the mess on his skin. Thoughts of trying to escape were on his mind, but he wasn't attempting anything in this condition; let alone something that would just worsen things.

[Assistant] Simon had wondered what the other thought of him briefly, but then thought of where to find his host and business partner. Moving down an empty hall and going down a flight of stares, he found the man at last. He smiled to him and roared a loud hello. "Did I scare you, or did something rub you the wrong way, to make you jump like that?"

[User] The man jumped at the other's voice before quickly shaking his head. "No not at all. I presume you have everything fixed with your pet?" He asked though from the sound that echoed from the stairs before he guessed there really was no negative answer to his question. "We should discuss what we came here for now shouldn't we?"

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"Yes, that would be wise. Now, wear were we? ...Hmn, oh yes the festival, right?" Simon looked at the man who seemed to be a little off. He pushed that aside and thought back to business, not even caring about his pet, not at the moment at least. As he talked on and on about what was possible to happen, whether the either towns would hold it or what not. The decore was another hard choice for the both of them to agree on. As everything was settled, the prince had walked to the room to get his pet, it being past the sunset and well into the night.

"My little pet, it is time to go. I'm sure my bed is more comfortable than these. And you must be starving."

[User] Jake had managed to remove some of the mess on his skin with the bed covers and had then ended up falling asleep while the prince took his time making his deal. When he heard the voice inside the room he begun to stir out of sleep to let his eyes slowly open and fall upon the other. His first reaction was to move back some but his body reacted against the movement making him groan out some. He noticed that the light had mostly gone by now and it seemed it was rather late. He moved out of the bed and stood grabbing for his clothes. "We're returning back tot the castle then?" He asked as he kept his eyes away from the other while he tried to dress as quickly and as best as he could.

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"Yeah. We're going back." Simon turned his back and expected the other to follow, leaving the room. He didn't know what was going to happen with this man that was his pet. He was getting bored of him already. There should be some way for him not to get bored, because when he got bored of things, he threw them away, whatever was making him bored. The prince hummed to himself, thinking was the reason behind it.

"What do you want most of all, Jake." Simon had said, a sort of accent coming into play as he talked. It was sort of thick, heavy.

[User] Jake sighed as he stood as best as he could and moved to follow the other feeling the strain that he put on his still sore body. The question took him somewhat by surprise which made him stop for a moment. "I'm guessing besides what I've asked for before." He spoke before shaking his head a bit. "Before being brought to you by the guards I wanted to make something better of myself. To find something that would really enjoy doing. Why do you ask?"

[Assistant] "No reason really... What do you like doing? Maybe if you continue to stay, I could possibly make this dream of yours come true. After all, I am the prince. I can do things for my people, whether it be a pet or another one of the people." Simon was just talking to talk, to pass time, but he really did want to know. Something about the man, whether it be his looks or not, or his beautiful eyes, he wanted to help. He didn't want to seem like a bad prince to his people after all.


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In a position uncomfortable for both of them, Angela was now on her side... her ankles were free but he managed to straddle them, squatting over her hips as he jerked off. If there was a bright moment, at least she knew he wasn't going to rape her... just now. She knew eventually it was going to happen, she just hoped he would untie her hands as well. Then she would try to kick him or strangle him just enough to escape.

She closed her eyes as he pumped himself. "Pl... please let me go," she begged again, pulling on the wrist restraints... she winced as she felt him unload on her tits... she felt so dirty... "Wh... what are you going to do with me?," she asked, trying to keep him from noticing she was wiggling her wrists in an attempt to free herself.

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"What am I going to do with you Mom? I'm going to enjoy you. Perhaps if you'd let him enjoy you more, Dad would still be around." The movements of her shoulders and the jiggling of her breasts made it obvious she was struggling with her restraints. Matthew panicked for a moment. She mustn't get free! He pulled her further onto her side and reached behind her. He closed one cuff one click and the other two clicks. There was no way now that she could escape them.

Now that he was spent for a while he could focus on the next phase. He lifted her off the settee and laid her on the floor face down. Next he cleared everything off the finished floor and onto the bare concrete. Tomorrow he was going to complete the laminating and give them a proper playroom. But for now, it was all about enjoying her.

He'd fixed two big screw eyes into the ceiling, maybe four feet apart. Through these he threaded long pieces of rope. One end of each he tied around a wrist just above the cuffs. After he'd helped her onto her knees he simply unlocked the cuffs. Naturally enough she brought her hands around in front of her. Taking up the slack on the two ropes and keeping pulling firmly, forced her to stand, with her arms high above her head before she could offer any resistance. He secured the two ropes to a large hook screwed into the wall behind her. And there she stood in bra and panties his to do with what he pleased.

The spreader bar was easily attached, forcing her feet wide apart. His erection had returned. He kicked off his sneakers and peeled off his socks, then dropped his jeans and underwear and peeled off his tee shirt. Naked now he stood in front of her, his re-erected cock pointing at her. "Well Mommy, the night is young."

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Dried cum was sticking to Angela's massive tits. She laid there whimpering, not believing what was going on. "Pl... please," she begged... "I'm your mother!... you wouldn't do this to your own mother, would you?"

But soon worse things were to happen. Eventually her arms were stretched up high above her head, wrists secured to the ceiling. Her legs were attached to a spreader bar and forced wide apart. She still had on her panties and bra but knew soon they would both be history.

"OH MY GOD, NOOO!!!" she yelled, staring at his cock... Angela had never seen a man's penis that huge and here it was on her own son. Her silky panties were all that stood between him and her pussy, a flimsy barrier indeed.

"No... NO," she said, shaking her head at the sight... "Please, no... not... inside me..." knowing she was in her fertile period and even his first deposit of semen inside her would undoubtedly make her pregnant, she struggled, her tits swaying as she fought.

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Matthew took the condom from her panties and held it up in front of her. "Don't worry, I'll not be getting you pregnant." He replaced the condom and picked up the ball gag and pushed it into her mouth and secured the strap behind her head.

He'd ordered a riding crop amongst the other things but of course it hadn't been delivered. But among his dad's tools was an old fashioned yard-stick. Simply a wooden three foot rule. Perfect for spanking her bottom. Picking it up he went and stood behind her. There was absolutely no reason she should be spanked except the idea was a turn on for Matthew. To his mom he said, "I've watched girls in porn movies getting spanked and I think it's sexy so I'm going to you. Maybe you'll like it, some of the girls seem to."

He pulled her panties down below her plump ass. She really did have a gorgeous ass. Every bit as good as most of the porn stars that he watched so much. He swung the stick, the sound of it on her left ass cheek was loud in the confines of the room. He stood and watched. In no time at all it seemed, a pink mark bloomed on her pale skin. He'd seen her whole body quiver and she'd moaned aloud despite the gag. His cock began to harden again, he was loving this. He swung the stick again, at her right ass cheek this time.

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Angela continued begging to be let go right up until she saw the ball gag... she knew what it was for and shook her head. "No sweetheart," she said... "You wouldn't gag your own mother, would you?"

But he did and less than a minute later a shiny large black rubber ball was wedged firmly in her mouth... she tried to push it out with her tongue but the side straps kept it in place.

How could this be happening?... her own flesh and blood... She saw the yardstick and moaned, again shaking her head, then gave out a loud gagged howl as he struck her ass. Her body gently swayed from the attack. Her panties were down to her thighs, leaving her cream colored ass exposed. Again he struck, again she screamed, her tits jiggling as she struggled.

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After three whacks on each ass cheek Matthew's cock was fully erect again, his young body responding to the stimulus of his attack on his mother's sweet bottom. Unable to resist the temptation he bent it down and moved close to her. Bending his knees a little it seemed the most natural thing to slide his cock between her thighs. There was no resistance, she was so slick and wet. He reached round her. His fingers found his cock head protruding obscenely from her pussy curls as if she'd grown a short cock of her own. He thrust hard against her. The skin of her abused ass was hot against him. He thrust a few times, fake fucking her. If felt wonderful. He dropped the yardstick and brought his hands round her. And forced the cups of her bra roughly up off her breasts and cupped her tits with his hands.

There was no risk of him losing control this time, not so soon after his recent cumming. He simply fucked her for the joy of it. He knew the top side of his cock must be tormenting the lips of her pussy. He hoped this might turn her on.

He began tweaking her nipples with forefingers and thumbs. They hardened as two parts of her body responding at least. What a sight they must make he thought. The trussed and gagged mother And the son apparently fucking her from behind. Soon he'd resume the spanking but for now pretending to fuck his mom was delight enough.

"Oh Mom, I wish you were enjoying this as much as I am," he whispered in her ear. He pulled on her proud nipples and just continued thrusting back and forth, fake fucking his own mom... and loving every moment of it.


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Fael watched as he caressed her cheek, then gasped at the strong slap on her face, bruising her face. Her eyes remained fixed on him however, and while many women may have felt very vulnerable being held so close, with their skin so exposed, she wasn't. She was used to fierce battles and she always wore very little. This man however was filled with confidence, and such a power house, that she found herself starting to be turned on by the situation. She watched as he brought his hand to her neck and grabbed her throat, making breathing more difficult, and as pain invaded her body, so did pleasure, at the thought of being hurt and humiliated by this thug, this man that thought he was in control. But she didn't want to reverse the situation yet. He was restraining himself, and she wanted to experience everything he would do to her, she wanted him to take her and make her his bitch, see how low he would bring her, before showing him how wrong he had been, and how the whole time, she had been the one in control.

For now, she needed to play along, and avoid being strangled. She swallowed once then spoke through gritted teeth. "I am yours."

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Strummer wasn't sure what pleased him more: the sound of her words telling him what he wanted to hear, or the swallowing passing by his hand on her throat. He decided it was probably her body, and he should make good use of it quickly. He smiled.

"Good. You keep behaving properly and I might actually try to find a buyer who's not too bad for you." Then his free hand grabbed her generous breast roughly. "You'll fetch me a good price indeed."

Looking at both sides there were several poorly maintained doors leading to apparently abandoned places. Small cubicles, perhaps one or two small warehouses. His trained eye quickly located one that not only was empty but seemed to have a basement. Pulling on her arm once again, he dragged her to the door and kicked his way in. The lock gave way easily, and he could still slam the door behind themselves to muffle most of the noise. And he would make sure that she made some noise.

He dragged her further to the basement, where he was pleasantly surprised to find a bew with a torn and ripped straw mattress. Ideas came to his mind. He had noticed with surprise as they came down the stairs that although she was wearing some high heeled sandals she didn't even come close to stumbling, even with him pulling her forcefully.

"What are you, some kind of dancer? Why don't you dance for me a little?"

He shoved her to the middle of the small room and leaned on the arm rest at the bottom of the stairs, blocking her way out. This is gonna be a goooooood night... he thought with a grin as he looked at her up and down again.

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Fael was dragged off to the side, and down into an abandoned building. She winced again as she was getting mistreated, but held on exposing her powers. When he pushed her towards the middle of the empty room, she fell to the ground, then looked back up at him, leaning on the staircase, ordering her to dance. She didn't know any dance, and even if she did she wouldn't indulge him with it. He was way too cocky, and she was starting to get irritated.

Staying on the ground, she sat up and crossed her arms, looking at him defiantly. "I will not dance for you a petty thief like you! You don't even know who you're dealing with." She was curious to see how he would react to her refusal, and was ready to stand her ground.

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"Ohh... showing some nerves, are you?" Strummer stepped up to her with confidence, his chest inflated, intimidating eyes that would turn down the fiercest of warriors. Strummer would bend her. He grabbed her chin forcefully, making her look up at him. "I liked you better when you were nice. Then I could be nice too." With that he slapped her face, twice and hard.

He was getting excited by her body and by the rush of power, and it started to show through his pants. He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head up. "On your knees. Now." His other hand was already untying his own belt.

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Fael gasped as she was rudely grabbed by the hair and brought down to her knees, right in front of his pants, which he proceeded to open and expose himself to her. She had never been treated like that before. In her lands, she was a powerful necromancer, and was respected for it. People bowed before her. Here however, there was no indication of her power, and now she was being treated like a slave, like a little slut, expected to pleasure some thug in a dirty room, and she realized that turned her on. Her exposed nipples were fully erect, and she could feel her body being turned on as well.

As soon as she saw the thug's erect member, she looked up for a moment in hesitation, then dived in, sucking on his cock, trying her best not to gag on it. She had never done this before, never been treated this way, and she was curious what it would feel like.

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Her mouth felt good on his cock, but not as good as it could be. Strummer knew that an elven mouth was in no way special in itself, but if the girl had been good it could be just as pleasurable as any other species. And this one was clearly inexperienced. Granted, he was well endowed himself, but experienced girls could usually get used to it in a few slurps. It would be a pleasure to teach her---the thought of it made his cock pulse harder, excited him more than the blowjob itself. He noticed with pride that she was actually enjoying this as well. Good... very good. His hands reached down to her breasts, caressing at first. They were big and felt wonderful, probably the best pair he'd ever had. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, gently at first.

"Hmmm... you have potential... you can reach a very high price... very high... but---" and here his voice and touch turned harsh again, removing his manhood from her lips and twisting and pulling and pressing her nipples until she winced in pain "---you have a lot to learn. I hope you learn fast, because I may not be very patient."

Grabbing her hair once again, he pulled her a few feet to the said and sat on the bed. "Now let's see if you can make better use of those clear assets of yours." He said eyeing her generous breasts with a malicious smile. Before she even had time to act on it or hesitate, he had already reached for them and, opening his legs, wrapped his erect member in the glory of those elven tits. "Oh, yeah... feels good..."

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The elf gasped when he grabbed her hair, then yelled out as she was roughly manhandled all the way to the bed. Fael watched in disbelief as the thug grabbed her breasts, and decided it was time to show him what she was made of. She frowned and started talking. "You will regret what you've been trying to do to me..." But before she could even finish her sentence, she gasped in surprise as he started to rub his cock between her breasts.

Her body was quickly being filled with both pain and pleasure, and was clouding her judgment. So quickly, she aimed her hand at him, and attempted to cast a freeze spell, that if successful, would force him to stand still. Of course under so much emotions, she wasn't sure if she would manage to channel the energies for it.

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Strummer was too distracted by his own lust and arousal to react in time, even though he was a seasoned warrior and quickly realized what was happening. This was no ordinary woman, she was obviously some sort of spellcaster. He cursed himself for not having noticed sooner, but thanked his luck that she as well for some reason appeared to be distracted.

As he gazed at her hands making the magical gesture towards him, he noticed how beautiful and delicate they seemed, but he also realized they were very dangerous. He felt a chill running up his spine and his movements hardening up a little bit. He wasn't completely paralyzed though, and still managed to shove the woman off on her back and get up with a foot on her chest.

"You devious blue bitch! I'll show you to put your magic tricks to better uses!" He tried to reach for the blade on his belt, but his fingers were a little numb and had a hard time grabbing the hilt. He hoped the half-cast spell would wear off soon.