[User] Creatura's claws roughly tore at her clothing, its great strength meant they were shredded from her within seconds. Its red gaze lingered on her perfect body. Breasts, large for her lithe form, were perfectly round with nipples that hardened in the cool morning air. It lifted her up holding both her arms above her in one hand. Its other hand spread her legs forcefully. As it dangled her in front of itself a sheath began to part revealing its growing member as it pushed its way out. It was about as thick around as a mans wrist and longer than the horses who were still bucking wildly in fear in the barn. It was black as the rest of the creature. It pressed this massive cock-head against the elf's sex making its intentions very clear.

[Assistant] Nitalia's panic turned into full on terror when the shadow latched on to her with a grip of iron and dragged her back beneath it. She let out a scream, unheard by the farmsteads surrounding, too far for the sound to reach. Her soaking, glistening breasts bounced as they were freed from their cloth prison, nipples immediately stiffening. Nitalia attempted to recoil, but the monster's grip was like iron. Her legs were pried apart and then she saw his member, too terrifying to be real for her virgin experiences. Nitalia's screams became obscenely loud as it pressed the 12+ inch member to her virgin slit. She kicked and screamed, knowing that she was to be impaled without question.

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The shadow beast wrapped its large clawed fingers around her waist from behind and pulled her down onto its large thick shaft. Creatura cared not for her pleasure or readiness, it merely needed to feel her pussy spread for it and wrap around it, to pleasure it into releasing its seed and filling her. It thrust deeply into her, stealing her virginity in an instant. The creature let forth a sound not too far off from the purring of a large cat as it slid up inside her. She was a tight fit for its massive shaft and her folds wrapped tight around it.

Creatura let go of her hands now that she was impaled and used them to bring her down further on it. It looked at her with its inhuman red eyes as it mated with her. Though it was an alien beast, it had natural instincts that made it seek out these soft, humanoid maidens for this purpose. It did not question these instincts, instead slaking its lust on them as its nature commanded. It began to pull itself from her, sliding her upwards off its shaft only to drag her down upon him again with great force.

[Assistant] Nitalia gasped as she was impaled by the massive member, being handled like a doll. Her nether regions were a blaze of pain, even if she hadn't been a virgin, the massive cock would have stretched her beyond her limits. Every time he dragged her down the tip slammed into her cervix, spreading it and sending waves of searing pain up into her. Her legs kicked feebly and she screamed as she rose up and got dragged down, begging and sobbing for a reprieve from the relentless pounding. The massive head of the member was forcing its way through her cervix and up further every painful time he dragged her down, as if he was trying to fit his impossibly large cock completely inside her.

[User] The bestial creature continued to assault her pussy, thrusting its cock deeper and deeper inside. Nitalia was helpless to fight back as Creatura rammed deep inside her forcing through her cervix, the tip of its member pushing up into her womb. It let out a more feral groaning sound as it took her with great force. Its soulless red eyes glared down into hers letting her see the nature of this monstrous twisted parody of a man that was in full control doing as it would with her. The elf twisted on its massive cock, bigger than that of the horses that were still freaking out near the back of the barn. The shadow beast placed one of its long black fingers against her lips and as she screamed out it pushed its finger into her mouth and down into her throat, imitating the fucking going on down below with its digit.

[Assistant] Nitalia screamed and gagged into the creature's finger, streams of saliva landing on her tits and stomach. The head of the creature's cock kept forcing itself into the elf's womb, making a bulge in the vague shape. Her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, fighting the stretching that was going on. The creature was going deep, but its massive cock could go even further, having a much greater length than her pussy could provide. The horrible thing had yet to even go harder.

[User] Creatura knew enough not to permanently damage its partner beyond the ability to inseminate her and still be viable. Everything else up to that was fair game. It slid her to the point she was only holding the tip of its massive cock inside the badly abused lips of her pussy when suddenly it pulled her down with its inhuman strength. Slamming harder and faster than before her body bulged with the huge member pushing against her even deeper. As it continued to violate her throat with one finger, another on the same hand stroked her stomach, feeling along the length of its shaft pressing outwards on her skin. It had no visible mouth, but the victimized elf could almost sense a mocking sensation from its face as it horribly assaulted her body.

[Assistant] Nitalia almost passed out as the head sized tip of the monster's penis was perfectly outlined in her stomach. As the monsters other hand rubbed her bulging stomach, she desperately tried to get off of the massive cock that was impaling her, kicking off and slipping back down, the bulge in her stomach traveling up and down her muscular stomach. Nitalia gagged on the beasts fingers as she struggled.

[User] Her struggling against being filled with the monster's cock only served to pleasure it more as her body rubbed against its shaft. Between its strong grasp and being impaled on the creature's rod there was no escape. She would be used as its needs and desires permitted and then filled with seed and carried off to its lair. The shadow beast began to pump at her body faster, each stroke filling her to the point of bulging around its shaft. Its purring moans became more frequent, they began to get louder. They reverberated through the abused elf's body. It continued to gag her with its finger, keeping her able to breathe enough to continue her struggles against it but keeping her from screaming out around its thick finger.

[Assistant] Nitalia's pussy was being stretched to its limits already and the bulge in her stomach only protruded more when he started thrusting, the tip of its titanic cock using her entire womb as its resting place, the angle of the thrusts giving her stomach an almost pregnant appearance. The muscles in her abdomen were starting to lose their flex  and became the real tightness around the creature's cock, her pussy not large enough to contain its cock. Nitalia wondered about if she was even able to get impregnated by it, or if it would start using her ass instead, a deeper and tighter hole. Either way, she was going to be raped until her senses left her.

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The inhuman predator Creatura glanced down to see her body full distended as much as it would allow and its shaft was still not fully inside her. Putting aside its instinctual need to copulate for the moment it instead decided to continue to pleasure itself. With its powerful grip it pulled her off of itself. She dangled in its grip as the shadow beast slid its cock beneath her and let the thick hardness of its shaft, coated in her pussy's juices, rub against her ass.

It poked and prodded around her until it found the tightness of her entrance. It wasted no time in pushing up towards the hole, feeling the tip of its cock began to roughly force open her ass. Now it brought her down upon it again, a supernaturally strong hand forcing her down onto its member as it invaded a new orifice.


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Bostwick sighed as he looked up at the sails of his small ship. Another disaster in a long line lately as he watched them droop in the wind he thought silently to himself. He was supposed to have this shipment of uniforms already delivered and on his way back to England, but that seemed impossible now.

He had been given this ship and the crew no more then two weeks ago. He was a young man who had risen up quickly under the other captains he had served. They were proud of the sharp and ambitious young officer and were more then happy to recommend him to a ship of his own. He had accepted before thinking and instead of being given a ship of the line here was in an old sloop barley holding the crew of fifteen he had been given. The crew was even bigger laugh then the ship. Most were at the point of retirement and those that were not were mostly drunks who complained during the day and sang loudly at night.

Still he thought as he looked out across the waters it was better then following the orders of someone else. Here he was captain and his words came with authority and pride. He wore his uniform sharply on deck and was turning to the navigator when he caught sight of her behind him. He paused for a moment then pulled his spyglass from his pocket.

"I suggest gentleman you find a way to get more speed out of those rags" he said yelling to the crew. "We have company approaching!"

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There approach was swift, Sabine had seen to it that they were well equipped in every way possible. It had helped that her family had money enough to indulge her although none of them knew what burned a whole in her pocket as she'd made sure to hide her identity, certain that most if not all members of her family would have stopped her if they had known. She'd been on the sea three years now since she was seventeen, it hadn't always been easy but with her carefully chosen crew since then they had gained quite a name for themselves.

When the cannons looked to be ready she yelled, "Fire!" as they became close enough to possibly hit a warning shot. A couple of the cannons were fired and the cannonballs went sailing towards the other vessel. One of them hitting very close to the the ship and another going overhead of it, possibly damaging its sails, but in the storm it was a bit difficult to see from her vantage point.

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The moment she had come into sight Bostwick's ship had become a frenzy of activity. There was little chance of them outgunning the ship and his meager crew would no doubt not give them a fight. Instead he had to think of a way to outrun them. His inexperience with this crew and the bad weather left him little to no option however and he silently and bitterly cursed god for his terrible misfortune this day.

"The white flag..." he said staring at the ship fast bearing down on his "raise it up and lower the sails". Hopefully her captain would be a good man and spare his men's lives. He knew his would be forfeit though.

'Better then going back in disgrace' he thought as he watched the white cloth run up above his ship.

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Sabine raised her hand when she saw that universal symbol of surrender. She had run into those who never used it with the belief that they would win and in the end their ships had sunk. She had enough room and often took those who were sinking with the ship prisoner whether they wished to or not. In fact some had even joined her crew, not all permanently, though a few who could be truly trusted. Others however walked the plank, but close enough to an island that they might live if they swam to it quickly enough. Only ever during battle was she ruthless enough to kill. Today would be like the other times.

With the cease fire the French Courtisan as the ship was called came up beside the ship. She sent several of her men, two to each one of those found on the other ship to bring them in and place them in the brig. She waited on her ship on the bridge made between the two vessels for everyone to be placed on hers. "Bring me the Captain," she spoke to one of the last men not yet helped across. Two of her men would go with him, follow him to be sure he did as the Captain of the French Courtisan ordered.

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Straightening his uniform to try and look his best, Bostwick stepped up to the first man that boarded his boat. Demanding that his men be treated fierly and asking to see their Captain he found himself roughly grabbed and escorted across the plank to the enemy.

He refused to stand down keeping his back straight and his head held high as he crossed. His sword was pulled form its sheath and then his arms grabbed. Pushed and shoved amongst the jeering men he stayed strong his lip curling  only slightly as he was walked amongst them.

Finally pushed to in front of what he assumed was the captain of the vessel he spoke in a clear tone loud enough to be heard amongst the din of the shouting and cheering. "Captain Bostwick of her Majestys runner Lusitania. I surrender under the conditions that my men be treated fairly and that I be allowed the honor of sending down with my ship."

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Sabine didn't have to long to wait for her own orders to be carried out. All but the Captain of the ship they'd attacked were placed into the brig. None of them were even aware. No none of them would listen to a prisoner even before they boarded, because it was she that any prisoner had to speak to about anything. Upon seeing the captain of the ship, whom was brought to her she eyed him thoughtfully. However when he introduced himself and asked with conditions she could not stop herself from laughing.

"Oh, your crew will be fine, they'll be set ashore when we come to land. Until then they'll be in the brig, but they will have adequate refreshment and food." A few of her other men were searching the other vessel.

"However, you will not go down with your ship. Have we put that many holes in it that it shall sink so easily?" She eyed the ship, but turned her attention back to Captain Bostwick. "I have---other plans for you," she reached out to caress his cheek quickly and then turned. "My firstmate shall show you to my quarters." If he hadn't guessed her true gender yet, he'd be in for a shock later on that evening and now also wondering about that caress perhaps, especially if he believed her a male. It was humorous to think about, but she still had to wait for her other men to return from the other ship.

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Swallowing hard as he heard the mocking laughter, Bostwick fought down the urge to lash out and instead listened. When his cheek was touched he could not stop his face from visibly twitching, but he did not flinch away. Keeping his back stiff and his eyes straight forward he refused to speak another word.

His demands for his crew had been met, he supposed that was enough. Now he had to endure the brunt of a sick pirates jokes and humor. Disgusting and repulsive as he found the idea he did take note that he was not going to the brig. Perhaps he would not be watched as closely, perhaps it would give the chance to strike back at these criminals.

Assuming that his crew would be punished for his disobeying he turned and followed the man she had indicated as her first mate silently. Not wanting to cause too much of a problem for now he entered the door and made his way back to the glass window at the back of the captains quarters. Looking out the window he watched the crew roving his ship and prying open crates. Suppressing the rage inside he simply watched and waited for what he was certain would be a torturous fate.


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Hawthorne jerked and growled at his Sentinel, his body tensed from the stinging pain of the smack as he tried to settle himself before getting punished for another. The brat of a boy gave a petulant huff and dramatically flopped back onto Darius's chest, lip twitching still having a taste for sinking his teeth into Darius. Love bites were becoming his favorite form of giving affection to the older man after all.

"Yeah we'll see," Hawthorne snickered at Darius's fantasy of dressing him up to be some kind of mutt. "How can I be a kitten and a pup at the same time?" He teased, leaning his head back into Darius's stroking fingers, closing his eyes as his purr cut out his sassy little bite backs.

Opening an eye, Darius could easily see the inner battle of refusing water as normal and getting another punishment on his already sore ass or just... being a good boy this time and taking some. It was a couple moments of his inner back and forth before he gave a defeated little "yes sir...", sitting up to allow Darius to give him some water. Once he'd finished, he slid down a bit lower than before, nuzzling at his Daddy's belt buckle with a mischievous little grin as he gave Darius a most boyishly adorable look with those icy eyes of his, nipping at the zipper.

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Ruffling Hawthorne's hair, Darius smirked down at his grumpy lover. "You'll be whatever I want you to be, and if that means half puppy, half kitten, that's what you'll be for Daddy," he said, knowing he sounded perfectly ridiculous and not caring in the least.

As he waited for Hawthorne's response to the gentle offer of water, Darius was pleased that he'd at least managed to spank some sense into his boy, and didn't say a single goddamn word about it as he grabbed the cold bottle of water from the nightstand and cracked it open so he could pour water into his lover's mouth. "Good boy," he purred, nuzzling his Guide and luxuriating in the scent of them, together---it was something he didn't think he could ever grow tired of.

As Hawthorne sank down over his groin, Darius's eyebrow twitched upwards in intrigue. "Oh? Is that right, kitten?" Darius crooned, leaning back a bit on the pillows and letting one hand rest a bit more heavily on Hawthorne's head. "Go on then, show Daddy what a good boy you can be when you try."

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Hawthorne purred as Darius placed his hand a bit more firmly atop his head, the clever little minx catching Darius's zipper between his teeth and pulled it down just as he had in many of Darius's more explicit dreams. Nosing Darius's thick member out to play, the clever little Guide greeted his shaft with a slow lick on the underside from base to tip, shifting so he was in between Darius's wanton legs and curled his arms loosely around his lover's hips.

Leaning down again he nuzzled affectionately against Darius's balls, licking at them adoringly before moving up the shaft again, licking and peppering his length with kisses before taking him in fully, as expertly as he'd done in the park before. He relaxed under Darius's hand in his hair, purrs vibrating against the Sentinel's cock as he bobbed his head and used his throat to stimulate him while his nails nipped gently at Darius's hips keeping well away from the bullet scar there that some part of him knew he needed to stay away from.

As Darius predicted moments earlier, Hawthorne was a damn fine blow job when he tried, obedient and adoring as ever, a complete shift to his bratty attitude from before.

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Darius let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Hawthorne helped himself to a soothing treat after his flogging. His cock was eager to jut forward towards his lover as Hawthorne freed it from his slacks. His tongue was velvet-soft, plush and wet against his length, earning the boy a low grumble of pleasure from the Sentinel. Did he realize that Darius could feel every puff of breath? Every nudge of his nose, every drip of saliva? It was decadent.

As Hawthorne kissed and licked his way along the shaft to the tip, Darius purred, fingers scratching through Hawthorne's hair as his boy slowly engulfed his prick, lips sliding down smooth as silk. "That's right, kitten," Darius murmured, only having to use the tiniest bit of pressure on his boy's head to get him to swallow his cock down into his throat. Goddamn, but Hawthorne's lack of gag-reflex was a blessing!

He moaned lowly, letting Hawthorne set the pace as his boy bobbed his head up and down, adoring the way his throat clicked, just a little, each time Darius's cockhead invaded his throat. "Such a good boy for Daddy," he crooned adoringly. Every now and again he'd hold Hawthorne in place with his cock as deep into his throat as he could get, letting Hawthorne's nose press into the hairs at his base and choking him---just a little---before letting him up for air once more, giving him the reins.

It was lazy and indulgent and affectionate, and Darius adored every moment of it.

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While Hawthorne was blissfully unaware just how Darius's senses worked, his empathy easily held them back from feeling too good, too much, not wanting to put his beloved Sentinel into a zone from a blowjob. If any of the Normals or Guides that were graced  by his mouth had any indication, surely his masterful work could easily send any Sentinel into a zone without much problem.

There was a slight twitch in his throat, a furrow of his brows as he was coaxed to take Darius all the way down, his nails nipping at Darius's hips and sides for a moment before he relaxed himself and meditatively licked and lapped, sucking on Darius's cock as if it was the most delicious hard candy. As Darius called him a good boy, the Sentinel was rewarded with a rough lick on the underside of his prick, all the way up before lapping the tip to taste his pre and sunk down over him again. As his head was pressed again and again, once his nose came into contact with the soft hairs at Darius's base, the boy gave them an affectionate nuzzle as he gagged so adorably until Darius let him back up for air.

After a few of those particular plays from Darius, Hawthorne lovingly wrapped his arms around Darius's hips, pulling back to give Darius's tip a sweet kiss before blowing a puff of cold air just for some revenge as he gave his lover a sultry little wink that spoke of hellfire and sin. Sinking back down, he relaxed himself, allowing Darius to take the reins if he needed to chase his pleasure or simply indulge for the evening, the young Guide finally acting his best.

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Darius's eyelids fluttered as Hawthorne nipped and licked and teased at his shaft like the most expensive whore imaginable. When Hawthorne wrapped arms around his waist, Darius purred, stroking his lover's hair, his shoulders, his upper back, petting and indulging his little lover. "So perfect for Daddy," he crooned, precum flowing freely onto Hawthorne's tongue, Darius thoroughly aroused at his Guide's skilled ministrations.

He gave a shudder and hiss when Hawthorne blew cool air on his wet cockhead, growling playfully at that sinful wink. This was one of those rare moments that Hawthorne was his true self---who he was meant to be, before the world treated him so shabbily---and Darius adored every moment of it.

"Good boy..." Darius purred, slowly helping Hawthorne to bob his head over his Daddy's cock in a lazy sort of motion. "Do you like this, kitten?" Darius murmured, nearly breathless with pleasure. "Do you like servicing your Daddy? You're being such a good pet." He let his head fall back against the headboard, though his lidded gaze was pinned onto his sweet boy as he encouraged Hawthorne to take his time, really indulging in the drawn-out pleasure, as so many of their romps had been heated and quick and hungry.

Darius let Hawthorne play and suckle and lick for some time, allowing the heated coil in his belly to slowly tighten further and further until he was panting, sweat beading on his temples and his long fingers curling tighter into Hawthorne's hair. Hawthorne would sense his lover's nearness, if not through his empathy but through the way that Darius's body started to draw tight, abs twitching as his cock throbbed and balls pulled up to his body, fat and taut. "Yes, yes yesss," he hissed, grabbing Hawthorne's head with both hands finally, using his lover like a rather fetching toy meant to serve his pleasure, and started bobbing him more vigorously over his throbbing cock.


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Dylan had already cried what tears he had before Keria returned. He sat up straight as much as he could when she entered the house, but she didn't even look at him. He furrowed his brow and sighed. Then she returned, and moved towards him. "Keria... I..." He let her remove the collar as he listened to her words. They dug deep and a knot formed in his throat.

He buried his head in her neck. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Dylan whispered, not having any more tears to shed, but still feeling bad. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. He didn't want her to hate him, and he wanted to make it up to her any way he could. "I can't control it yet, but I'll try." He promised as he rubbed his head lightly on her skin.

[Assistant] Keria ran a hand through his hair, and wrapped her other arm around him. She was quiet for a little while just enjoying being close to him. When he looked and acted human it was hard to ever imagine him being a wolf. She trailed her fingers down his check, and stopped at his chin. She lifted his head up to look at her, and brought her soft lips down upon his for a soft quick kiss." I know... It's not really your fault... are you hungry? We can eat breakfast and then I'll spend the day with you up until I have to leave for the funeral." She wanted to forget about last night, at least for now.

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Feeling her touch, Dylan let out a breath, the sensation being comforting to him. He wanted to stay with her, yet he was afraid that he'd hurt her. He didn't recall much except rage and instinct. He silently vowed to have more control over it somehow. He looked up at her beautiful eyes as if he were lost in them. But in the kiss he found himself again. This is where he belonged.

The kiss was short, and his instincts asked for more, but he controlled the urge to pull her closer out of fear that he might actually devour her because her lips were so delicious. But he knew he couldn't resist forever. He wished to take things further eventually.

"I am." He replied to her question. "Thank you." He meant it, for everything.

[Assistant] Keria smiled at him. "I'm sure you would do the same." She commented. "If you had found me in that trap." She walked to the the kitchen and brought out two cups of tea, and breakfast. Since she had not felt like hunting, it was just meat that had been caught a couple of nights before and dried. She hoped it would be OK, or did wolves only eat fresh kills. The thought made the vision of Dylan as a wolf with Arthur's body in his jaws. She had not liked Arthur, but no one deserved that sort of death. She only ate a little not having much of an appetite this morning. When she was done she sat on the edge of her bed, and motioned for him to join her when he was done.

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Dylan ate everything, although this time trying to be more civil than the first time he ate in front of her. He wanted to show her he could be more than a wolf. He even used a napkin to clean his face before walking closer to her. "Sorry about your dad's clothes." He said, tugging the ragged bits that still clung to his frame. "I should have prepared better." He said as he sat by her side.

The heat of her skin next to his, as well as her scent, were already making him feel tingly inside. It was like she was pleasing to all of his senses and he couldn't think straight. He looked at her eyes for a moment before moving in for a deeper kiss that the one before, with one hand cupping her jaw to meet his. Through his lips, she could feel his tongue wanting to take her mouth.

[Assistant] "It's OK... I can always get more clothes." She tried to reassure him. Tried to make him think that everything would be, or was OK, though she wasn't so sure since she saw what a monster he could become. He sat beside her, and she looked  into his yes. She didn't see a monster in them. She just saw Dylan. Her heart skipped at being this close to him, and then he kissed her. Deeper then the kisses she offered him, and her heart hammered even faster.She kissed him back parting her lips slightly to allow his tongue in.While her own tongue sought out to explore his mouth.  She wrapped one arm around him in a slight embrace.

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Dylan inhaled a deep breath through his nose as their tongues met. Everything about her was arousing. He put his arms around her tightly in a warm embrace, feeling her soft skin with his hands. The kiss was addicting to him in a way. As his tongue explored her mouth, he unknowingly began to push harder and with more passion each time. His hands were a little rough and his breathing more intense. It was like a primal force had taken over from just that kiss.

Without a word, he pushed himself on top of her on the bed while continuing the kiss. He was hungry for her, though more in a sexual manner instead of the hunger to eat flesh. He pressed their bodies together as his hands began to explore her body.

[Assistant] Keria had mixed feelings as to if she should stop this before they went to far. She wanted to continue, her body was on fire from his kiss, his taste, his touch, but in the back of her mind she wondered if it was safe , knowing what he was, what if he lost control. She could end up like Arthur. Her worry showed in her eyes as she looked up at him, her breath heavy. She continued too kiss him with growing passion.Her body arched pushing against his.

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Pressing his body against hers, Dylan licked and kissed Keria's neck while his hand slid up her body to cup her breast. His licks were long and ended with him gently sucking on her pale skin. He couldn't get enough of her. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was nervous, and frankly so was he, but he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to.

Dylan's hand had been struggling to remove her top but ultimately he just ripped it open. His hand then quickly moved to make full contact with her exposed chest. With heavy breaths, he moved down from her neck and clavicle. And with a soft growl, he licked her nipple as his hand moved to her other breast. He sucked on her nipple in between running his tongue over it before alternating to the other. He couldn't help making groaning noises like a real animal as his passion took over him. His hard on was peeking out of his shredded clothing.

[Assistant] "Dylan?" Keria half said half moaned when he ripped her shirt. She wasn't sure if he was in control of himself any longer. her mind warned her to stop, but her body was loving the sensations of pleasure that he was giving her. It craved him and didn't want this to stop. It was that feeling which won the conflict in her mind. She made soft moans as he sucked on her soft breast, arching her back a little as if offering her breast to him. She reached down and softly stroked the erection that was peeking through his ruined clothes.

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A definite growl left Dylan's throat when she touched him, but it actually made him snap out of his trance. "Sorry..." He shook his head as if to gain control of himself but he didn't pull back from her or her touch. He continued to kiss and lick her until he couldn't wait anymore. Leaning back only to remove his tattered clothing, Dylan did the same for the rest of her clothes, trying his best not to rip her entire wardrobe to shreds.

Dylan let his fingers softly caress her thighs for just a moment before he roughly pushed them aside and lean closer. With a few shallow strokes into her vagina with his fingers, he couldn't wait any longer to get this done. He pressed the head of his shaft on her vaginal lips and pushed himself inside her. Inhaling deeply to hold himself back initially, he then laid on top of her to kiss her delicious lips before starting to move his hips back and forth. Being wrapped in her warmth was driving him wild, his hands pressing against her skin and breast as he claimed her body.


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"You're such a little slut, girl. You smelled like sex when I walked into the room, who were you fucking before me? My little whore," Elder groaned, pushing on the back of her head, forcing her to take him into her throat. After a moment of gently fucking her mouth, he pulled out of her, dabbing his wet dick on her lips and cheeks, admiring the trail of saliva and precum he left on her.

"Okay girl, here we go," he said, bending her over the trembling washer and pushing his dick against her tight, puckered anus. "Oh yes," he grumbled as he slowly penetrated her, gnashing his teeth as he invaded the tightest hole he had ever felt.

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"Unnghh." She let out as his head pressed between her cheeks, poking through her most private entrance. Izzy winced, one eye closed as the other welled up with tears. That veiny old man dick pressed through, and the teen couldn't help but pucker up around him, her body contracting through the pain.

"Aah, aah... I-it hurts.." She muttered, biting her lip. But it also felt... kind of good. She rocked under each thrust, and the nearly empty washer started to vibrate and shake with her atop it. "GgGggg- Hhh-hurry.."

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She felt wonderful, her tight asshole strangling Elder's cock as he slowly worked inside of her, her anus loosening a bit with each thrust. She would be bowlegged for days if he had his way! "H-hurry?" He gasped, bottoming out in her sweet rear, in pure bliss at that moment. "Girl, I just started! I'm gonna, ungh, milk this as long as I can."

And he did. For ten minutes or more he fucked her, gradually increasing his pace until the sound of their flesh slapping together was louder than the squeaky washing machine. He rammed his hips violently into her, bruising her supple flesh. "You like that, you little whore? Lemme hear you squeal," he grunted, his hands roughly fondling her, his tongue threatening to invade her mouth once again.

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"Nnnggh! Nnngh! Nngh!" Izzy let out through gritted teeth and winces, tears welling up in the corner of her eyes as she clutched the far edge of the tumbling washing machine as it violently shook underneath her. She felt like he was stabbing her, deep inside, even pushing out the plug that kept her pussy from his perverted use.

That wrinkly old man rutted against her until the pain almost numbed, on the verge of subsiding entirely as his thin body smacked against her own nubile flesh. He had such stamina... it was too much. Her butt was sore... not only in the obvious way, but her cheeks from all that slapping. A few tears slid down her cheek as she sniffed. Izzy about had enough of this... "Jus- ...just hurry up and cum!" She clenched her eyes shut and with a balled fist banged on the top of the washer.

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"Urgh", the old man Elder grunted, still ramming in and out of her tight ass, caring only for his own pleasure. She wanted him to hurry up, but he was conflicted. He had major blue balls after spying on some of the younger girls in their little bathing suits earlier that day, so he wanted to cum badly, but he also wanted to keep fucking her for hours. "B-but it's so tight," he complained, absolutely in love with the feeling of her tight rectum strangling his cock. He had never balled a young girl in the ass before, this was something new and special.

After another minute, he finally gave in, filling her hot hole with his sticky seed, most of which shot deep into her bowels, but some of it trickled out of her ass as he pulled his dick out of her, wiping it on her inner thigh, gasping heavily as he pulled his pants back up. "That's... Not bad, girl. Not bad." He said, reaching in between her legs and once again trying to stick his finger into her cunt. "What's the matter with this, anyway?"

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The washing machine still reverberated under her body when he was done, its hum and ruckus now replacing the sound of smacking and fucking. She dropped low, exhausted from enduring the pain as the old man's hot white cream seeped from her ass and down her thighs. Panting and bright red from the humiliation, she could barely offer any words.

Izzy winced when his finger poked and prodded at her womanhood, and the hard plug that had formed within. "Aaah, ah, ah----It's... it's nothing." She shoom her head, looking back over her shoulder with wide eyes as she pleaded with him through a glance not to continue asking. She looked away, "Umm... I, uh, did what you want... So, um... now can I have my room? A-a-and the clothes, too."

[User] Smirking, still examining her little body, Elder fumbled with the keys on his belt until he pulled one off and handed it to her. "Room 200, it's yours for the night. Take this robe with you," he said, reaching into a dryer and grabbing it for her, " And in the morning I'll have a fresh set of clothes ready for you. Okay? And don't lock up," he said, winking and smacking his hand gently on her thigh. He went to the door and took one last long, hungry glance at her before leaving.

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Izzy jumped at his touch, as if it was so foreign and unusual after they spent so much time fucking like nasty growlithes. She nodded, slipping the robe on over her vest and uncovered lower body. She felt very uncomfortable... subject to this creepy old man's desires whenever he pleased.

She couldn't stay here for very long... One day, she decided. Tomorrow, she'd give it a fresh start. She'd go to the gym and get her Boulder Badge, then rid herself of this place forever. She went to sleep in the hotel room later that night, closing her eyes and vowing to reaffirm her oath to become a pokemon trainer that was the envy of the world. Soon... Soon, all of this would be behind her.

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In the middle of the night, the old man entered the room, carrying a bundle of clothes under his arms. The ever sincere hotel owner, he had replaced the robe he had stolen from one of his guests, and instead of stealing more clothes for Izzy, he had simply bought her some.

Elder set it down in a chair, where she would see it in the morning. He almost turned and left the room, but he felt his cock stirring as he saw the outline of her rump underneath the blankets. She was his guest, but it was on his grace. He still felt like she owed him something, and if his dick could get hard again, why not take advantage of her just one last time?

He undressed, the girl still sleeping and unaware of his presence. She must have been exhausted, he thought, as he slipped underneath the covers next to her, completely naked. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close, his hand slipping underneath her robe to feel her breast. "Wake up girl, you're not safe and clear of me yet."

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"Unnnnhhh, wuh- what?" She murmured, groggily awakening. After her shower, she went to sleep bare. Oh No... This again. Izzy came to, eyes wide as he groped and fondled her under the covers. She felt... unusual... There was moisture between her legs, and... clumps of semi hard gel-like- ...Rattata's plug! It must have dissolved within her!

She lowered her head, unable and unwilling to look the old clerk in the eyes as he touched her. The teenage girl remained inert, making no overt movements to encourage him...

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Elder was excited by her bare skin beneath the covers. Her soft skin was being fondled by the greedy old man; He held her close to him, and she could feel his wrinkly, flabby skin against her youthful body. Izzy would also feel his cock brushing against his back, fully erect and smearing pre-cum all over her. His hands devoured her body before they crept down between her legs. He could feel the wetness between her thighs, mistaking it for her own arousal. His fingers slid in between her pussy lips, and he found that the barrier that had been blocking him before was now gone! He gone a knuckle deeper inside of her, and felt something familiar. It was another barrier, but something far different; Izzy was still a virgin!

"Oh, it's like my birthday!" He chuckled, excited that he was going to be the first one to bust this little hottie's cherry. She was still sleeping, breathing deeply, when he flipped her onto her side and threw the covers off of them. In one quick movement, he mounted her, spreading her legs wide, and aligned the tip of his cock against her waiting pussy. "Wake up girl, I want you to enjoy this as much as I will."


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It would be a mistake to say that Xavier did not enjoy his work. He loved the feel of a blade sliding into flesh. The warmth of blood oozing down his fingers pleased him greatly. It was euphoric, almost orgasmic. He slowly twisted the knife within Caleb before pulling it out. He wanted né needed the man to scream, so they could talk without others hearing the words he must say. He quickly thrust the knife into the man's abdomen, chest, and left thigh, all the while staring into his eyes. Xavier was not the King's dog.

When Caleb did nothing more than grit his teeth, Xavier commenced slicing pieces of skin off him and laying them out on the stone slab nearby. Still nothing. Xavier gloved his left hand and reached for a metal flask nearby. "This is holy water. It will leave permanent scarring where the droplet land. Answer my question, Caleb."

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It took every ounce of self-control that Caleb had cultivated over the long centuries of his unlife to not cry out when Xavier twisted the silver blade against his skin. He clenched his teeth, each unnecessary breath a heavy rattle as he balled his hands into fists that trembled against the shackles. Caleb might not have needed to breathe, but the repetitive motion was something to focus on beyond the pain.

He body jerked against each repeated stab that plunged into his body, blood spilling freely down his front to pool around his feet. The quick loss of so much vitae left him somewhat dizzy, the pungent scent of copper filling his senses to add to that unsteadiness.

Still, Xavier wasn't done. The torturer was certainly keen in his craft, as straps of flesh were easily removed from Caleb's body. This left him trembling, lips having parted to gasp and cough. The vial of holy water glittered ominously in the dim light, and Caleb let out an unsteady huff.

"...I was the... the only noble. Nobody else." He spat those last two words, clearly bitter that none of the other members of the inner circle would dare step away from the status quo. It sickened him, and he narrowed his bright gaze towards Xavier before he gave a derisive scoff. "Go on, then... have y-you're gloat."

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Xavier had fed to excess before he had entered his domain. So much so that Caleb would see the redness in his face if not for the poor lighting. As it were, Xavier's skin was warm to the touch, unusual in their kin.

Xavier carefully placed the holy water vial on the stone shelf and faced his quarry. He could see he was fading; the lack of blood was almost too much for him. And so, Xavier slit his wrist with the knife and stepped forward, placing it next to the other's mouth. "Drink your fill," he stated, his words monotonic. Xavier would pull away before Caleb took too much blood but would give him enough to heal his wounds.

He did not gloat or seem happy to learn that Caleb was the only one willing to take the filth off the throne, though, through his research into the matter, he was aware that only sycophants were surrounding their King. He leaned in as the man drank and asked one very simple question, "Why didn't you approach me?"

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Caleb watched with narrowed eyes as the blade was drawn across Xavier's wrist, the scent of blood immediately cascading over his senses to make him visibly shudder. It was almost enough to make him feel sick with so much deep hunger, and he clenched his teeth in anticipation of the jailer using this as another excruciating method of torture.

But no. Slender brows lifted in surprise, suspicion coiling around Caleb's thoughts when the blood was offered up to him. He should have held himself back; controlled his impulse to feed in case Xavier had somehow poisoned his own blood, but there was no helping it.

Caleb couldn't stop himself from clamping his jaws around the deep cut. His teeth dug deep either side of the mark to urge even more blood to the surface as he greedily swallowed. He could feel some fluid dribbling down his chin, but he still couldn't stop. The taste was glorious and powerful, and Caleb groaned from deep within his chest when Xavier abruptly pulled away.

"Ughh... mmngh..." It took several moments for him to compose himself. He rolled his shoulders and locked his lips, blinking quickly to try and find his focus again. "...why would I? You're the king's own torturer, his executioner. I might as well have told him myself if I went to you." His eyes narrowed. "Why did you feed me? Did you poison your own body out of spite?"

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The prisoner's mouth engulfed his wrist, and he felt the delicious pain of his fangs as he suckled the blood. The sensation was euphoric, different than what he had felt from others that had fed him. Xavier had never turned another, feeling that this task was beneath him. No mortal was worth his blood, his power, and so it was rare that others tasted his blood. And yet, he had allowed it from time to time. It felt nothing like this man's consumption.

Xavier narrowed his eyes. He would need to speak with this man about the experience when he was not tied up in his current predicament. For now, he concentrated on the man's questions.

He raised his left eyebrow when the man asked about poison, an amusing question, "You are so suspicious, Caleb. You know me well enough to know that I am just that side of arrogance that I would never poison my blood."

The more serious question gave him pause, just for a moment. If he continued this conversation, it would give this man leverage. And yet. "Your plan was flawed. You put your trust in a weak vampire. One that would turn on you as soon as he could. Instead of waiting for the exact moment to strike at the King, you also rushed it." There, he did not admit anything and yet gave him an inclination of the possibilities.

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Of course Caleb was suspicious. Much of vampire society was built on schemes and betrayal; the strongest and most intelligent would survive at the expense of lesser creatures. He had done all he could to place himself on the winning side, and yet he had failed spectacularly---all because of an idiot who was now a pile of Ash on the prison floor. It stung his pride painfully, even more so since he could do nothing about it.

"I am spared by your self-importance, then. Wonderful." He scoffed, unconsciously running his tongue over his lips in search of any lingering drops of blood that might linger there.

He didn't understand what Xavier was doing. The other vampire seemed to be dangling information just out of reach, which might have made sense if Caleb was the sort to take such bait. He had expected torture and pain, and while there was some it wasn't nearly as much as he'd anticipated. "What's your game here, Xavier? You tell me things I already know, and don't seem interested in getting information for your damned King..." Caleb trailed off, narrowing his gaze on the other vampire.

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Why was Caleb so dense? Perhaps it had to do with his current predicament. Perhaps it was a ploy to draw out every word from the interrogator. Either way, Xavier had a plan that started with getting Caleb out of the dungeon.

Xavier placed his hands behind his back and leaned in so their faces were no more than ten centimeters from each other. He could taste the fear on his prisoner's breath. "Look, I know I am an arrogant prick, but also methodical, devious, and patient. That last trait is something you could have benefited from, Caleb."

He paused and leaned even closer so his lips were so very close to the man's ear. "I hate our King. He is driving our nation into the ground. I have been planning a coup for years. Your ploy set me back at least a year." He rocked back onto his heels and awaited the man's response.


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Blaine smiled a bit as she opened the refrigerator, stretching his body to recover from his vigil. He carefully poured himself a glass of green tea, humming softly to himself as he did so. Blaine took several sips from the tea before carefully considering the situation, a boyish smile coming to his lips. Silently, he padded down the hall, making his way to the bathroom door, which to his delight had not closed completely. Almost melting into the wall behind him, Blaine peeked into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of Morgan's naked body. He looked her over carefully, not blushing or even feeling particularly self conscious.

The shadowy boy smiled as he silently retreated from the bathroom, having inspected the girl's body for tattoos or piercings. Blaine admired such adornments, but simply had too low of a pain tolerance to actually get some. The few times he had tried to date the needle had ended with loud screams and embarrassment, and alcohol made him to sick to stay in the chair. He again drank from the glass of tea, enjoying the flavor as he entered the room where Morgan kept her sculptures.

Blaine turned on the light, and saw exactly what he expected to see. Row after row of mediocrity, mixed in with several truly exceptional pieces. He slowly walked along the shelves of sculptures, caressing the ones he found truly exceptional with his hands. The orobouros was apparently an important symbol in the girl's imagination, and her love for it showed quite clearly.

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Morgan emerged out of her bedroom quietly, walking the few short steps to her art room, seeing him lovingly stroking his fingers over one of her sculptures. A little proud smile tugged over her features, and she leaned against the door frame, watching him silently.

He seemed drawn to her darker works, the ones that she had felt compelled to create, instead of the more conventional works that she had not felt that elemental tug for. Somewhat the opposite of her peers and instructors, he preferred the gruesome to the beautiful. Or perhaps, like her, he simply found beauty in the grotesque. The difference was, he seemed to express it unabashedly.

It had been a struggle, tempering her love for those deeper, morbid pieces with the more shallow pieces that were more enthusiastically accepted. Morgan was glad that she had discovered at least one other soul who felt as she felt inside.

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Blaine smiled as he fondled the girl's works, finding interesting things as he examined the collection. He heard her come in, and smiled, turning around a bit. "I can tell, that these more inspired works are your real passion." He commented, pulling out a piece that resembled the united human of Plato's symposium, a bloated harmony between male and female, fused at the front. "This rendering of the beast with two backs, for example, it's perfect, not a blemish anywhere."

He put the sculpture back reverently, his eyes shining. "These other works, you took shortcuts, the work gets lazy in places, air bubbles at the bottom of the bowl, tiny, almost imperceptible melt. It's as if you don't have your heart in it." He said with a smile, wondering what kind of secrets the girl held in her tastes. "You enjoy these grotesques, don't you?" He commented with a seductive air, walking a bit closer to her.

[Assistant] There was an almost predatory grace to him, and Morgan subconsciously took a step back, bumping into the wall. "I... I don't enjoy any particular format than any other... I love all of my pieces." It was a lie, even she knew it, and an automatic response that she'd had ingrained in her by years of interacting with parents, instructors, fellow ceramicists. With her shoulders and back pressed against the wall, and the automatic lie, she felt cornered of her own devices. She watched him, wondering if he would believe the untruth that even she couldn't bring herself to believe.

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Blaine smirked and stepped towards Morgan, cornering her against the wall as he held up a shallow little bowl from the middle of the collection. He gently grabbed Morgan by the wrist and traced her fingers along the bowl, squeezing her hand as he did so. "Love them all?" He asked, his voice very low, as he stared into her eyes. "You didn't even properly finish the etching on this particular bowl. And we both know that you're skilled enough to get it right." He growled, as he thrust the bowl into her hand and brought his own hand up to her cheek.

His fingertips traced lightly across her face as he seemed to envelop her, trying to pull her into himself. "Be honest." he whispered, his fingertips reaching her ear as his palm brushed against her cheek. "You really do like the darker side of things, don't you,  the simultaneous agony and Ecstasy." He whispered, his other hand wrapping around her forearm, a bony elbow pushing her against the wall as he attempted to pierce her mind.

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Morgan's breath came a bit short, her lungs seeming to contract like a steel band was tightening around her chest. Her heart fluttered a bit in her chest, expression flickering with fear. Her fingers tightened on the bowl, grasping it firmly. There was a dark magnetism to him, something that made Morgan want to lean into his touch, but his words made her more than reluctant to do that. Why was it that he was able to see this dark spot so clearly, when everyone else seemed completely oblivious?

"Blaine," Her breath rushed out as his elbow pushed into her. Fear and excitement skidded over her skin in electric waves, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her eyes met his, emotions warring in her expression. "Blaine," She repeated, his name rushing over her tongue. Her mind was hazy though, and she couldn't remember what exactly she had set out to say.

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Blaine's smirk unfolded into a full smile, exposing his coffee stained teeth. Despite his teeth, his breath was really quite sweet smelling, as he seemed to drink in her fear. From the depths of his gut, a laugh slowly began to emerge, a laugh of genuine amusement, but laced with cruelty. Her tone of voice was inscrutable, yet her eyes gave away that delectable conflict within her.

Blaine stepped away, taking great pleasure in the shock he'd given to the girl. "It would appear we have the same muse." He commented sweetly, watching her clutch the bowl. "And yet you're only afraid of your true talent, your true expression." His grin widened, as he seeped towards the wall and rested beside Morgan. "What other things are you hiding, I wonder?" He whispered into her ear, the tone of his voice clearly showing that he knew very well the sort of things that she was hiding. Things that could be found in her bedroom, and in the browsing history of her computer. Yet, for now, he had to give her a chance to breathe, lest he strangle to death a girl who could be so beautiful, if she understood how.

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Morgan kept her gaze on the bowl in her hands, holding it so tightly know that her knuckle were nearly white. A shiver vibrated down her spine at the feel of his breath teasing over her ear, and she was finally jolted into motion, jerking straight and walking over to replace the bowl in its rightful spot on the shelf. "I'm not hiding anything." Her voice sounded like an echo, hollow and the result of automatic repetition. She meticulously centered the bowl in its place, eyes trailing up to study the sculpture above it, the dark, molten figures bubbling from one another.

Her jaw fell open, lips parting to say something, but she couldn't quite form the words in the forefront of her mind. And so she just continued to straighten her pieces, shifting them millimeters at a time.


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Lily stopped when he spoke. Goodnight sweet heat. She didn't move when his hands came around her... well, not really. Her body trembled against him, waiting for something bad to happen, but it didn't. His lips touched her forehead. Daddy loves you. Still saying nothing, he walked into her room, took off the dirty dress and just fell onto her bed. She had been used to so fully that it was easy for sleep to come to her. A deep, dreamless sleep.

Normally she would have gotten up at 6 with or without the alarm going off, but she slept like a rock. The sunlight was already shining through her window when her father came in. She woke as he shook her. Eyes snapped open. She was like a doll as he shook her body. Leaving herself limp. She watched him leave the room, and got out of bed. The pain in her behind was immense. It was a wonder she could walk at all. Each small step caused a new pain to tear through her body. Lily walked to her new clothes and put them on. She might as well be wearing underwear and a bra, it would probably cover just as much.

When she turned to get a tie for her hair she stared at the full length mirror. She looked like a street whore. She was disgusted with what she saw. Walking up to the mirror she had a better look at herself. Then... as if moving on its own, her elbow slammed straight into the mirror where her face reflected back at her. There was a sting as glass cut into that elbow as it cracked, a few pieces falling to the floor. "You look better now" she said to her broken reflection. The reflection she saw represented how she felt inside. Lily grabbed the hair tie and pulled her hair back off her face then headed into the kitchen.

First she wiped the blood off her elbow, not wanting to get her clothes dirty, she wrapped sheets of paper towel around it, then started breakfast. She was actually quite hungry. She made eggs, over easy for him, scrambled for herself, bacon, two little pancakes each and two pieces of buttered toast. She poured them both orange juice and a coffee for him, how chocolate for herself, then sat down and smothered her eggs in ketchup.

"Breakfast's ready" she shouted.

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At the sound of his daughter's voice, Allen came into the dining room. The breakfast she had made him looked delicious. He smiled as he took his seat. Looking up at her, his eyebrows rose. He had heard the glass breaking, but had not expected to see her bleeding. By now he had realized she was hurting herself. He would not do anything to stop her. She could have the pain if it made her feel better, in the end it was no were near as bad as the ways he hurt her almost every day now. Without sparing her injuries another thought he began to eat. The food was as good as it smelled and filled his empty stomach. As it was the weekend he would have her all day. An entire day to play with and torture her.

With the meal half done he finally looked up at her and spoke. "The food is good. And you look good in that. We are going to have a lot of fun today." In his mind he was already coming up with new ways to torment and tease her. He had so many plans, so many ideas. Some of them could not happen just yet, but given a bit of time, to break her more, make her a true sex toy, they would have so much fun. He was even beginning to plan a little trip with her. Just fucking her was not enough, he wanted more.

Suddenly an idea struck him. "Stop eating." Her food was still half finished and he got up to stand next to her. "Watch, and don't look away." Reaching down, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already erect cock. Eyes locked on her face, he began to masturbate. She could see the veins pumping blood to his erection, the pre-cum start to drip as he started grunting pleasure. His cock was pointed strait at her and he was going to cum all over her face. His balls tensed, and then he pointed his shaft down. As he trembled and moaned, the white spurts of his semen, splattered all over what remained of her breakfast. When he finally stopped shivering he stood up. "Now be a good girl and finish your food."

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Lily waited for him to start eating before she started. She was starving. Her stomach rumbled as she took bite after bite of the quite yummy food she'd prepared. She actually smiled at her father when he said the food was good. She had done something right! The last couple of days it had seemed that all she could do... was the wrong thing. Hell she was suspended from school. as she ate she wondered how other parents discipline their kids for getting into fights.

Stop eating. Lily looked at him for a minute confused. he was about to put her fork to her lips, but lowered it and placed it on her plate. Then he came over to her and brought his cock out. At first she was afraid he was going to do his morning piss on her. Like an obedient girl, Lily opened her mouth, waiting for daddy to feed his little cunt whore his cum. Wash her breakfast down with a good mouthful of cock juice. She was good and just kept her mouth open, waiting. She knew when he was going to cum, and closed her eyes in case he sprayed over her face.

The cum didn't splash on her, so she opened her eyes and her face fell as she stared at what remained of her food now covered in thick white cum. She wanted to gag. She just... sat there. Looking at the bacon dripping semen made a knot twist in her stomach.

"I... I'm full Daddy..." she couldn't eat it. Wouldn't eat it. If he tried to make her, she'd just push the plate straight off the table.

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Allen's smile turned into a frown. There was a crack as he backhanded her hard enough to make her head spin. She had been doing so well to, finally learning her place, but it would seem his lessons for her were not finished. He would have to continue teaching her the hard way. Fingers tangled in her hair he forced her to look at the food. Under his annoyance he was amused. He loved the look of disgust on her face, he was beginning to enjoy making her do things that disgusted and humiliated her.

Pushing on the back of her head, he forced her down to the plate, his face next to hers to whisper. "You need to do what your told, that's what good girls do. Now you can eat this as it is, or maybe I should piss on it first. Maybe I should make you eat it off the floor, while I rape your ass again. Is that how you would like it?"

The look on his face, the way he smiled, showed that he meant everything he said. There was even a small part of him that wanted her to fight back.

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The slap had a scream coming from Lily's throat. It was so hard that she nearly fell straight off her chair, but she didn't. She wished it was because she kept herself in balance, but her daddy stopped her from hitting the floor by grabbing a handful of her hair. He pushed her head down, face just inches from the plate. If she were to stick out her tongue she could taste the salty foulness that was nor her breakfast.

That's what good girls do. She wasn't a good girl though was she? Hadn't daddy told her how bad she was? As soon as he said that's what good girls do, she moved. Her arm came up on the table and swiped across it. not only did her cum covered plate meet the floor, but orange juice and hot chocolate also smashed to the floor. With her daddy still holding her, there was nothing else to do, but breathe.

"I said. I. Was. Full."

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Allen had hoped she would not do that, but as she spoke his face contorted with rage. Angrily he pushed her face against the table. "Fine! I warned you." Pulling her to the side so that she leaned over the mess that was her breakfast he kicked her legs out from under her. Forcing her face down, he pressed her into the mess of eggs, juice and cum. If she had done as he said he was considering going easy on her, but she had done away with that.

As he held her face down in the food he pulled down her pants. She heard him spit behind her, and felt the warm saliva on the bud of her ass hole. Then he was pushing into her hole, plunging the length of his shaft into her still aching ass. Without giving her a chance to adjust he started fucking her, grunting like an animal as he raped her. It didn't matter what she did, defy him or obey him, things were his way now, and he would get what he wanted.


[User] Tiffany didn't really like the idea of him cumming inside her without some sort of protection. She was on the pill when she could remember it, but it was always best to be cautious. She would rather wear it on her then in her. She reluctantly moved her self off of his cock when she heard that she was going to make him cum again. She moved her hand down stroking where her pussy connected to his cock, giving teasing strokes as she removed her sex from him. She had an idea what she wanted to do. She moved over One hand still stroking him, the other toying with one of her breast. She moved her breast over to his cock and pressed them against his length. She started to tit fuck him, wanting to make him splash all over her tits.

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Marc grunted wildly through the last few bounces of her over his thick pulsing cock. He was almost relieved when she lifted herself from him, it was for the best in every way, especially for the audience. He could not have wished for anything more when she pushed her tits firmly along his cock, slick with her juices. She was facing the camera again, sixty-nining him except with her tits, so his hands resumed teasing her clit, though he was mightily distracted.

The feeling of her full breasts being used to stroke his cock was too much for him to hold on for even a few moments. He grunted loudly, moaning her name as his hips helped to buck up and fuck that soft cleavage.

"Tiffany! YES!" He yelled as he finally came, her delightful actions coaxing another huge climax from his cock. Shooting up through her cleavage though mostly splattering along the tops and in between her breasts. It lubricated his shaft even more so that her tits moving up and down over him was tortuously wonderful.

"Oh God yes... look at the camera baby. I want to remember this later." After saying this, he slinked up to his knees behind her, admiring her cum covered chest so much as he could from behind her. She had tit fucked every drop out of him that was like to come out this round, so he slowly rubbed his tip along her slit from behind. "Ask nicely." He said teasingly, and even if she played hard to get, but especially if she did, he pushed his thick hard cock deep into her sex from behind.

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Tiffany continued to fuck him with her soft cleavage until he came. She felt his hot seed splash against her chest coating her cleavage. She  continued to run her breast over them even harder now that they were lubricated with his seed. She was determined to get every last drop. She blinked and looked at the camera when he mentioned it. She had forgotten all about it. She shoot it her most seductive smile. With cum covering her breast and dripping down to her stomach.

She moaned as she felt his cock rub against her from behind. Her body bucked against him. Her body was still hungry for him, which was strange. She didn't think she usually lasted this long, though usually her experience was just a drunk blur. "Mmm yes... more please baby... fuck me..." She moaned.

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Marc's thick length pushed deep into her tight wet sex from behind, his hands gripping her hips to cram himself as deep as he could push.

Slowly he drew himself from her slowly before thrusting himself deep within her again. He was merely toying with her, teasing her with the soft sensation between rough bucks into her wetness with his hard length.

His rhythm began to pick up, his cock pushing to and from her with increased speed, and he moaned longingly at the sensation. His hands roamed from her ass, where he squeezed firmly, to below her where his hands groped at her breasts which bounced with his faster thrusts.

"Fuck yes Tiffany..." he grunted as he toyed with her cum-slick nipples. He gripped her hair then, and as he did he began to move faster, using her hair as leverage. It gave the camera a great look at her face, pleasure on her face, and her bouncing cum covered tits.

[User] Tiffany moaned and whimpered between panting breaths as he took her from behind. Everything seemed to blur into pleasure. She could feel his hand on her ass, on her breast that were dripping his cum with every bounce caused by a hard thrust. She moved her hips pushing back at him trying to keep up with his rhythm. When he gripped her hair she cam again with a scream.The perfect look of ecstasy on her face for the camera to capture.

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_That was a good one._ Marc thought to himself as he felt her sex clench against his cock as she came. He kept a firm grip on her hair as he bucked rapidly into her, just to make the ride of that orgasm slower to come down from.

After his rigorous thrusts, he moved back to full, powerful bucking to and from her dripping snatch. While keeping hold of her hair, he slapped her ass firmly with his free hand, making a loud sound.

"You like that, Tiffany?" he grinned, doing it again, regardless, to the same ass cheek.

[User] The slap surprised Tiffany. The people who she had been with before had never been to rough with her. They knew who her father was. They knew he was the kind of person who could make trouble for them if they made trouble for his daughter. Tiffany had always had the control before. Not this time, this time her father had pretty much just thrown her away, into his hands. She squeaked in surprise after the first hit and looked back at him. After the seconded stinging slap, when the initial shock wore off,  She found the stinging sensation pleasurable. She let out a soft moan instead of another squeak. "Yeah baby... do that again."

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Marc obliged, his hand rubbing the place where he'd slapped her, and groping her ass before pulling back and slapping the same spot. Meanwhile, his hips were still bucking deeply and powerfully into her tight sex. Marc groaned loudly as he grinded his cock along her g-spot from behind her, wanting to really get her worked up for the camera.

He just hoped he could get the most out her before he came for the last time. She felt amazing, and was being such a good camera slut for him. He continued to slap her perky ass as he fucked her deep, grunting loudly as she started pushing him toward another orgasm.

"Fuck Tiffany... you feel so god damned good. Where do you want me to cum, baby. Tell me, you naughty thing." He breathed and kept his composure, but all the same wanted her to say it to the camera.

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Tiffany moaned as he smacked her ass on the same spot again it only made it sting with more intensity. The sensation was new to  her. She was sure that he was leaving red angry marks on her bottom. No one had been allowed to mark her before, but she was loving this. The stinging pain that ran up her spine mixed deliciously with the pleasure she got from his cock  grinding against her most sensitive spots.

Her world was lost in a haze of pleasure. She could feel the need to cum again overtaking her, and she came with a moan. Her whole body trembling.It took a few moments for her pleasured filled brain to realize that he had even asked anything when he asked her where she wanted him to cum. "On my face... I want to taste you again." She moaned.

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Marc smacked her ass yet again, in the same spot. "Fuck yeah, you dirty little slut." He said happily, accentuating it by slamming his cock into her over and over again deep and along her g spot.  He wildly railed his cock into her tight wet pussy, building up to his climax, loving the way she talked and came for him.

Finally he pulled out from her sex, stepping tot he floor while she remained on the couch. He gripped her hair in one hand, gripping to make her face upwards. He wasn't sure if she wanted to coax the climax out of him or for him to do it himself, but either way it was rushing onward.

If she did not partake in sucking or jacking him off, he stroked his we cock in from of her face, groaning hoarsely from his proximity to climax. "Open wide, Tiffany." He muttered for the camera.  Hardly giving a care to aim, he was finally overwhelmed with the pleasure and his cock erupted in a huge climax. He groaned loudly as he came, looking down to see her reaction and where it all landed. This footage was going to be pure gold.


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The beast smiled at Vera's pleas answering her with his deep growling voice, "Your offer was made and accepted years ago, if you wish to change your mind it would be an entirely different contract. This year has been given you, I will collect my payment as we agreed."

The rattle of chains grew louder and a moment later several of them seemed to shoot from the walls, the chains wrapping several times around her wrists and ankles, the sharpened hooks digging into her flesh to look them in place.

A moment later, two more came from opposite sides and wrapped around her waist, again several wraps around her before hooks move into her, all of them began to withdraw back to the wall, spreading her, lifting her arms, tightening around her waist to hold her quite still for whatever pleasures or pain he chose.

Moving closer to her again he moves a needle sharp talon to each of her perky nipples, pressing just hard enough that a tiny drop of blood slipped around tip. "Scream for me my little toy, you know I am able to get you to do it, it is a matter of how long. Maybe a couple more hooks into the sweet tits, give you a little more incentive to give me what I want from you."

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A gasp---not quite a shriek---was pulled from Vera by the first touch of those chains. Against her flesh, the metal was warm and pulsing somehow, filling her with a sensation of dread, of hopelessness. She struggled, but could not even budge, and winced as she felt the hooks lodge in her flesh. Her blood dripped at her feet as she was pulled tight by the chains, drawing her breasts flatter against her chest, parting the lips of her sex.

She did not need to look down to know that Demodred was engorged, his sex hardened by his torture, and her mouth went dry as he promised her scream, even if he needed to hook her now bleeding breasts. "Would it make a difference?" she asked.

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A thought from Demodred shifted the chains, lifting her ankles from the floor, the chains at her waist taking most of her weight as she laid back slightly, already in a position that would allow the demon to rape her easily. Stepping up between her legs his hands reached to grasp the hooks that now lowered from the darkness above her, looking like some cross between a small meat hook, but more a large barbed fishing hook.

Taking one of these in each hand he chuckled and said, "No, it would make no difference, I will have my screams, I will have your body, you will please me in whatever manner I would have it, the only choice you have is at what point I get what I want."

The point of one of the hooks pressed against the top of her right breast, and he moved it slowly through the tender flesh, passing it through the tissue with well practiced aim and speed, the tip erupting from just below her nipple after a long minute, the pressure not stopping till the barb was visible.

There was but a brief pause before he moves to give her left a similar treatment, the hook slipping through her tender body, again not stopping until the barb passed through. The chains then tightened, lifting the pierced globes from her chest slightly, the metal stretching the wounds as the pressure was increased. Stepping up between her legs, his hips brushing against her inner thighs, "It seems that you've no where to go me pretty little slave, are you quite ready to receive your Master now?"

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Whimpering softly as Vera was lifted from her feet, she pulled a bit more against her bonds---uselessly, she knew---but she could not do nothing, even when there was no hope to be had here. The chains molded themselves to the contours of her body, displacing her weight among the ones that bound her arms and hip and thighs evenly. Even so, the spread-open position caused a quick, dull ache in her shoulders even as her brow began to glisten with sweat.

She looked away from his face in horror as he brought those chains and hooks towards her breasts. She gave a shriek, tried to pull away, and cried out in a single, high bark of pain as the hook pierced her. She wondered if he meant to simply embed them in her, but before she had even settled on that notion he brought them through. Above and below each nipple she was pierced, shuddering and jerking, crying as the tugs on her breasts caused fresh, hot agony to wash over her.

And then her breasts were lifted in those hooks, and she moaned, twisting uselessly. "As... ugggh... yes... Master. I... ahhh... have no choice."

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His smile widening as her screams echo in the chamber, the sound like music to him. "Such a lovely little piece of meat", his fingers running their sharpened tips over her smooth flesh, "I do so enjoy your visits, such a sweet week of amusements for me."

Moving then up between her well spread legs, he moved his finger to her sex, spreading the outer lips, rubbing within for a few moments. With an easy movement he pulled aside his loincloth, his monstrous Member springing forth from it's bare restraint.

Demodred lays his hardness against her body, rubbing it lightly against the soft folds of her, "You may be surprised to know my sweet little pet, that some have shared this time with me for so long, they actually enjoy my torments, beg to be hurt, would already be wet and ready for me."

He had told her this before of course, smiling as he did as though thinking fondly of those partners before he adds, "But that is why you are one of my favorites, so fresh, not yet jaded, screaming from the pain, not the need of it."

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Vera's sex opened to the ease caress of his talons, even though her hips buck as slightly as her bondage will allow, trying to pull herself away from the sharp itch his touch brings.

His monstrous shaft, which she could not help but look at, when he stripped off his loincloth, burned her skin as it lay against her, both from the hot, throbbing sting of its rough sheathe, as well as from the psychic pain of remembered violations. Her fists clenched uselessly in her bonds, and she forced herself to look up from his member, look into his demonic face as he taunted her with cruel words.

And above it all, the dull, heavy ache in her breasts where the hooks and chains were pulling her up towards the ceiling sent new aches into her body with every beat of her heart, making her want to twist and writhe like a fish on a hook. "I will never be one of those, Demodred," she promises the demon, though a secret fear writhes in her heart that she will become exactly that, to save her sanity in his service.

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Laughing again, the demon moved his sharpened talons along her body, finally bringing the to rest at her sweet narrow waist, the long digits wrapping around her to hold her steady for the onslaught that is to come, "Such a brave, naive girl, time will tell, my pretty little slut queen, you will look so sweet at my feet, begging for the hooks, begging to please me."

Drawing his organ back from her he shifted his body enough to let the large head of his member to press against the entrance to her core, unprepared as she was, pressing himself into her, filling her slowly.

As he forced more of himself into her, his hands holding her tight he slimed at his captive girl and says, "One day, you will know, you will realize, the pleasures I offer you through this pain."

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"Never," the queen vowed, defiant shining in her eyes even if it did not declare itself in her voice. Her voice was a hushed whisper, tight from her held breath, as she awaited the onslaught.

Her silky skin passed beneath his talons and the firm musculature of her flanks molded themselves to his positioning caress, even as another muffled sound of pain was drawn from her. The hooks in her breasts... she closed her eyes as once more she felt herself partially suspended by those gleaming chains.

"Ahhhh!" she cried as his member began to force itself into her. She could no more resist his demand than she was free to rid herself of the torturous bondage; and his pleasure always accompanied her pain. Her was huge, and she was not built large, and it felt like being speared, slowly, by inches. "Please, no," she said, shuddering in pain and fear.


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After a few seconds spent holding Lyn, touching her softly, Onagan realized that there was some sort of resistance coming from her. It was at a low level, but there none the less. He wondered if asking for her help was wise?

"Lyn, don't use your powers to fight me. Use them to aid me, to make the spell last longer, to be stronger, to open yourself to it more."  As he spoke, he caught her right breast in his right hand, squeezing it slowly, sort of like someone would squeeze an orange to get the juice out, though not anywhere near as hard. "You enjoy this, after all. Why would you want to end it?"  His fingers slipped down her pubic mound, barely touching her labia, and then brushing against her clit.

_Gods, what if she wakes up?_ He thought.

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Those words did the trick. When Onagan had asked her to sense the spell, that had been neutral enough for her to realize she might not want to be under such a spell, and allowed her to want to resist. But with this new command, that crushed such feelings immediately. Her resistant faltered and died as she stopped testing the haze in her mind. And with this command, she even let her own magic flow into it- feeding it and letting it strengthen.

After, she sank back against him. He hadn't told her how much magic to use---she'd let almost all of it go, leaving her even more vulnerable to him than before. As he groped her breast, her face flushed, and she nodded at his question. "I... don't want to end it." She decided, her breath hitching as his fingers slipped lower. A small thrill raced through her as his warm digits touched her clit, and her thighs gently spread open, just a little, as her body shifted her weight, her clit pressing insistently into his touch as her body seemed to remember that it craved his touch once again. This was a lot better than thinking.

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Onagan blinked. _She doesn't want to end it?_ Still holding the almost naked woman, he spoke softly. "Tell me why you don't want it to end, my dear."

Wheels in his mind turned. Could... he keep her in this state, somehow? Keep her obedient to his commands... but somehow conceal it from everyone? They'd know if she had a spell up constantly... his fingers moved idly against her clit again, and his other hand lifted her breasts a bit, softly massaging her tit-flesh.

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"Mmm..." She wavered, frowning a little. Maybe she had just been agreeing with him? Trying to be compliant to his wishes. "This... feels good." She murmurs eventually, seeming to hint that at the very least she liked his touches, but that too had been a previous command. How long did previous commands last? How many could be layered on top of each other?

As he continued to rub her clit her face flushed even more and she sighed with a sound of enjoyment. Arousal stirred and curled through her, heat waking in her loins.

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Onagan's hands continue their assault on the sensitive zones of his partner, now stroking the front of her labia, then touching her clit again, rubbing it parallel to her slit. As he touched her, he continued to think. _What if I gave her commands in this state? Would she continue to obey them when she was not under the spell?_ Perhaps he could test it somehow... _Later..._

"Turn around, Lyn, and kiss me again. Just as you did before." He leaned down, preparing to kiss her back. His arms would loosen a bit, letting her turn in his grasp.

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That warmth of desire grew, stirring stronger as his attention continued on her clit. Lyn's body squirmed just a little in his arms and her breathing grew heavier as her face flushed. It was clear as day with her will gone her body definitely enjoyed his advances and responded quite readily to them.

Feeling his grip loosen a few moments later she turned around in his grasp and leans up, passionately pressing her lips to his in another kiss. In fact, this one seemed even more passionate than before. Her body gently leaned into his, pressing close.

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The half elf's hands went to Lyn's hips, softly caressing her flesh, slipping under her panties, though not slipping them down. He pulled her tightly against his body, savoring the feel of her soft skin, wrapping her in his arms. His tongue slipped against her lips, seeking entry into her mouth, and he tried to softly catch her lower lip with his mouth, sucking her flesh in slightly.

Finally, Onagan broke the kiss, and sighed softly. _This power is going to my head. I draw the line at sex. Those panties aren't coming off..._

Still, here was a pliable, warm, interested woman in his arms. He nuzzled against her chin, and spoke softly. "I'd like you to be obedient to me, like this, all the time. Without the spell. Would you like that?"  He paused, then went on. "I think I could make that happen, but you have to want it to be that way, Lyn. Do you want to feel like this all the time?"

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Lyn's arms were around him, clinging to him as they kissed. When his tongue traced her lips they parted willingly, another small sound of enjoyment coming from her lips as he held her close. To any casual observer, it would seem like they were two lovers. His body felt warm, his arms strong. She might be disconnected from her own actions, but she wasn't cut off from feeling the sensations. The warmth, the arousal. Feeling him suck on her lower lip she pressed a little closer.

When he broke away her face was flushed and she smiled softly. This felt so good, so warm and nice. She was happy to be at this college, learning all these new things. But it was lonely. At least until now. Did she want to feel like this again? She nodded yes. Obedience to him... it wasn't like it really cost her anything, so what was so bad about it? Right now it was making her feel good.

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The male nodded. _What if I just tell her it's permanent? Would that work? I might have to recast the spell every so often..._

Onagan pulled back from Lyn a bit. "Lyn, listen to me. I want you to think about what you are doing, how you feel right now.. I want you always to be obedient and submissive like this with me, and to always feel like this. And you want to be like this, too, don't you? So this is the way it will be. I will command, and you will obey. No spell will be required. But, when we are with others, you will hide your obedience, so that no one suspects us of anything... do you understand?"  His hands were on her hips, rubbing softly as he spoke.

[Assistant] As he pulled away, Lyn felt the absence, wanted to be closer again. His hands on her hips felt good and nice, but she wanted more. She hadn't realized just how lonely she felt until he was suddenly there to erase it. She couldn't imagine him making her do anything horrible. He didn't seem the type. There didn't seem much to lose, at least to her in that moment. So with all that swirling about her thoughts there was not much hesitation at his words. "Yes... I want to be like this with you." She tells him, nodding. "I understand." She looks up at him, then leans up and kisses him again, pressing closer once more.

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Lyn was still under the spell, but now Onagan slipped her panties down, revealing her sex. He let them drop to the floor as his hands moved over her body again, softly stroking her breasts, and then tweaking her nipples slightly. Her words thrilled the mage, and he added, "Obedient and happy to be my slave, yes... very good, Lyn."

His right hand sank to her pubic mound, softly rubbing it. His fingers played in the soft hair of her pussy, then began to stroke her labia. His other arm is around her, pulling her tight against his chest, and he returned the kiss, deeply, his tongue moving over her lips, then into her mouth, seeking her tongue.


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"Uhhhh... Oh yes, Oh Vesta, that's... OW! AHHH! OHHHHH! OH BY VENUS! GODDESS HELP ME! AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!"

Flavia's cries started out as pleasurable, as one finger, then two, slid inside her, three was getting tight - she blamed Marcus for that. He liked to throw his weight around in the senate, but in bed he was barely adequate and did little to stretch her. Three was tight. Four caused her to cry out in pain as her flesh was stretched wider. but when the bitch of a slave thrust the whole of her closed fist in, Goddess did that hurt!

And it was wonderful. Flavia writhed in agony as Messalina fist-fucked her as hard as she could. "AGGGGHHHH! Oh Goddess, stop! Please, stop, you're killing me!" She cried out, hoping by the gods that the woman would ignore her pleas. Something was wrong, she figured, though. Something missing. Something she had heard that the barbarians did to each other and had always wanted to try. She had tried to persuade Marcus but he had flatly refused. Maybe she could tempt her new slave into being more adventurous?

"No, please, not my arse as well!" She cried out, in between gasps of agonised pleasure.

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Messalina knew she had the bitch where she wanted her. At her feet begging for mercy..even if it was temporary. In fact, if anything it provided her with an opportunity to humiliate her in a variety of ways known only to Huns. When she heard Flavia beg it aroused her to the point of practically making her orgasm. "Oh no..death shall be pleasant compared to the adventures and fun we're going to have together you Roman bitch!" She growled and then heard the veiled command given by Flavia. Not a bad thought at all actually considering how tight this bitch was down there..there was no way her husband had bothered to reach at her behind.

Suddenly, Messalina pulled herself out from Flavia in the same rough and painful manner in which her fist had entered inside the woman. "Turn around!" She barked out at the woman but instead of waiting for her to do the act, she herself turned the woman over and licked her lips at the glimpse of that wet, sexy arse. "Now ain't that a beautiful one to wreck!" She murmured to herself before her index finger teased it's tip..before pulling the ass cheeks apart as another finger joined the index finger..followed by another..with each new entry, Messalina's eyes were fixed on the agonized faces of her owner.

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Flavia moaned in combined disappointment and relief as the fist was roughly pulled from her cunt "GNNNUUUUUUGGGHHHHH! Oh Goddess..." She sighed and collapsed back, then let out a yelp as she was ordered to turn over but before she could even move, Messalina's strong hands had rolled her onto her belly.

Flavia let out a soft hiss as a finger probed at her anus, then as her cheeks were yanked painfully apart and the fingers pushed into her one at a time, she wailed "WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH OOOOOOOOH AAAAAAH HURTS! SHIIIIIIT! OH FUUUUUUCK!" The pain was intense and she wiggled her hips thrusting her bottom up to force the invading fist deeper inside her. She was so glad she had taken her morning enema that day. Perhaps that was something else that her new slave might wish to administer to her. She would have to see.

But for now, the Roman lady writhed in agony and ecstasy as her slave fisted her arse painfully. "OH GODS! STOP IT! I command you slave! OH FUCK! OHHH OOOOOHHHHHHHH! By all the... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!" Her climax was amazing, the pain more intense than any pleasure she had ever experienced. "Uhhhhhhhh!" She groaned. "Y... You may stop now..."

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There was such a contrast in the orders she was giving to Messalina. She was ordering her to stop yet it was implied that she wasn't expected to stop. This was a powerplay, a simple game for both of them and Messalina could realize that..yet all the same, she was on a high of her own right now from dominating this Roman bitch like anything. "Of course it hurts..and it's gonna hurt a hell of a lot more!" She growled and had continued to fist-fuck until finally her owner had had an orgasm of such intensity that her screams of ecstasy were echoing now before her body calmed down finally.

Messalina pulled her hand out carefully, so as to not to cause any damage to Flavia. "Now wasn't that intense?" She whispered out to Flavia. "I think it's about time I get a release of my own..."

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Flavia slowly got her breath back from her orgasm. The bitch was the best thing to ever happen to her. And now this arrogant slave wanted her own pleasure? Oh that was rich. But how could Flavia refuse?

"Yes my slave, what is it you wish, my slave?" She asked, her eyes sparkling with humor. The irony of the situation not lost on her. Latin was such a versatile language, and she was able to give the word "slave" all the connotations that would normally be applied to the word "mistress", simply by using a different ending on the possessive adjective. Whether the uncivilized Goth woman would understand the distinction, she didn't know, but it was not important. She slid off the stone bench and knelt on the floor in front of her slave, amazed at how humiliating that simple act felt, and how exciting that humiliation was.

[Assistant] Messalina had missed out on the careful wordplay which Flavia was using in front of her. In fact, right now..all she cared about was a damn release. She had been aroused like anything and she had just fucked her owner senseless... which was probably the ultimate way to arouse herself. So now she was gonna get this pure blooded, elitist, arrogant Roman bitch to pleasure in what would be an ultimate act of humiliation to this noblewoman. She craned her neck a little and snickered at the way her owner was kneeling in front of her. Her hand shot forward and grabbed Flavia by her hair, yanking her forward and pushing her between her legs. "Lick me out bitch!" She growled in an ominous tone, her savage instincts waking up fully.

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Flavia was suddenly terrified. This was going further than she had intended. The slave had grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head forward. That hurt, that was more humiliating than anything. To be forced to do to this hun, what she had forced dozens of slaves to do to her?

Could she do so? Yes... She knew without doubt, deep in her soul, that she wanted to pleasure this slave. At least it was clean, that was the only saving grace here... but even as she had that thought, she realized that the part of her that wanted this so badly would have preferred the slave to be unwashed and straight out of the arena. _Maybe next time?_ She thought to herself as her tongue dived deep into the gladiator's slit, lapping at the sweet juices there, entering, penetrating, teasing and stimulating. Of course she knew how. She was a woman.

[Assistant] Messalina had sensed the hesitation in her owner. The paradox was so beautiful that it was almost poetic. The joy which she was getting out of humiliation of this woman here was of an unparalleled variety. A Roman, that too..not just any other Roman..but Lady Flavia of all Roman ladies. One stern glare was all it took to knock the wind out of Flavia's hesitation as Flavia's tongue expertly dived deep between Messalina's legs. "Oh gods..." Messalina whispered out as Flavia brought out all of her expertise in the art of pleasuring another female. And damn she was good at that as she licked and stimulated her..pushing all the right buttons. An orgasm was building..and it was building real fast!