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Lexi Maslow had worked at the Woolman estate for the past three years. She was slender, attractive, and well proportioned---with plenty of curve in all the right places. Somewhat playful and a bit of a tease, she was known to make those around her smile with her charm and bubbly personality. She had been hired by the Peter and Liza Woolman though a maid placement agency after they had turned down close to fifty other applicants for the job. Although she was not quite as skilled as some, she seemed to have some strange sort of influence or power of persuasion as the Woolmans offered not only pay her salary as expected but to also provide room and board, and limousine service to sweeten the deal. The agent placing Lexi was quite shocked---they had never seen anyone sweeten a deal like this before.

Perhaps it was something about the way that she slowly crossed her legs during that interview---making sure to give Peter a teasing and rather revealing up skirt view before she folded one long, stocking clad leg over the other---twisting her ankle and pointing the heel of her shoe as they spoke. She was a blue eyed blonde and a little on the tall side---in fact, close to six feet but her frame was rather slender for her height. As they spoke, Liza took notice of the playful winks and grins she threw at her husband and was rather amused. The couple were quite open-minded sexually and prone to sharing their bed with friends and sometimes complete strangers with little concern for gender or age so long as they were adults. Having finally struck a bargain, the Woolmans arrange for a limo driver to pick her up and their handyman to move her things into her new home.

Lexi's days were rather easy---being that the estate was so large, she had several other maids that worked for her---often performing the vast majority of the work, and leaving Lexi with much free time on her hands. She would often socialize with the guests and butlers when she had nothing to do, but tended to limit herself to staff as Liza insisted on having the larger share of her husband's time, and rightly so. As part of their agreement, Lexi would often wear mildly revealing maid outfits with short skirts that showed most of her thighs, high heeled shoes, tops that revealed a good amount of cleavage, and long, racy stockings---that was Peter Woolman's favorite detail, though that was not something that was ever spoken about verbally---it was something that he was quite tight lipped about. Liza had written that detail into her description, knowing what a turn on it was for Peter. She especially liked how letting him look at other women's legs brought out the animal in him when they were in bed.

When the Woolman's were away from home, Lexi often worked without her skirt and top. She enjoyed the freedom of not having to wear any clothes, though she preferred to wear stockings and high heels at a minimum as it made her feel rather sexy. She also enjoyed the possibility of accidentally being walked in on---not that such a thing had ever happened...

It was Wednesday, and Lexi knew that the Woolmans would be in and out for most of the day. Supposedly their daughter would be home from college, so she was careful about what she wore---choosing today, to go with a traditional black, strapless French maid's outfit with a white lace apron, white trim, and a thigh high pair of white hold-up stockings with a light diamond net pattern and a pair of white high heels. Not that anyone would notice, but just in case, she wore matching pair of white lace French-cut panties. Having finished dusting and primping the bedrooms, she had begun to clean the living room. Taking care to casually dust here and there, straighten things out as needed, but nothing too strenuous, after all, that's what the less attractive maids were for---the ones who worked for minimum wage and stayed offsite.

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It wasn't really as though Ashley had really intended to come home during the beginning of her senior summer. She hadn't actually returned home since she had left for college, only seeing her parents in person during their infrequent trips to visit her at her campus. Which, really, she had rather enjoyed. She didn't hate her parents, but it was a rather pleasant experience being out on her own, not weighed down by familial responsibilities, not having prospective romantic partners intimidated or, worse, enticed by her estate, and best of all the entire thing was still subsidized by her parents' bank accounts.

But she had, guilted into it finally not by her parents, but by the rather probing questions and comments of her so-called friends. So she ended up on an altogether pleasant Wednesday directing one of the servants to take her bags, rather than lounging in her apartment. Granted, she didn't expect to have an awful stay, but it seemed like... such a waste. She wasn't even quite yet 21 now, of average height and slightly built, with dark hair and darker eyes. And with all the time she spent preening, she was quite attractive. She'd gone through a number of partners, and intending through going through several more before she graduated. Something there'd be little prospect of furthering at home.

And then she walked inside. She'd just intended to stroll in and collapse onto the couch. Not do anything in particular, really. Maybe flip on the TV, or just wait until she got bored enough to go and unpack and settle in. She ended up stopping in her tracks, her eyes widening as she tried and failed not to stare. The woman was tall---very tall---and leggy, and undeniably attractive. And dressed in what just about amounted to a lingerie or sexy costume version of a maid's outfit that outlined and accentuated a well-endowed chest and definite curve to the hips. Ashley licked her lips, her mouth feeling a little dryer than it had five minutes ago. Okay, so perhaps this wasn't perfectly unprecedented around her household. She had had her share of traumatic experiences growing up in relation to her parents'... healthy sex life. It might have even played a tiny role in her decision to for the most part stay at college until now.

"Oh, wow." She hadn't meant to say that, it just kinda slipped out, and her cheeks pinked as the errant words alerted the woman to her presence, still stuck in the living room's doorway. She even felt a little put on the spot, dressed as she was casually in tight jeans and a babydoll with plunging neckline. Granted, she didn't usually get made to feel like a sexual object by older women she met, but neither did they so obviously put out such a sexual aura about them either. She gave a sheepish smile, and tried to salvage the situation, carefully pulling her eyes from where they had been rather shamelessly checking the other woman out. "I---I don't think we've met before. I'm Ashley. My parents own the place." The introduction seemed a bit lame, and a bit obvious, even to her own ears, but Ashley couldn't come up with much better, her attention being largely eaten up by the task of not letting her gaze wander in decidedly indiscreet ways.

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Upon hearing an "Oh wow", Lexi looked over her shoulder, then turned with a pleased smile as she noticed a hot, young woman standing before her. Spotting a few hints of Mr. Woolman's features on her face, she started to wonder if she could be their daughter; hearing the name "Ashley" confirmed her suspicions and she immediately greeted her with a squeal of surprise and a light handshake. She was about to hug her casually as she would anyone else but quickly stopped herself, not knowing what her parents had told her---or had not told her for that matter. While she was never treated like "the help", she knew that those who were not aware of this privilege would expect her to act as any other hired employee. Being a maid, she knew that her standing among the workers was rather low.

Trying to make conversation while gently suggesting that she was a bit more than a mere maid she said, "Mr and Mrs Wollman have told be so much about you, Ashley. They mentioned that you were coming home from school today and wanted me to tell you that they planned on being back tomorrow. They had to run out about an hour ago... they mentioned something about meeting a client out of state..." It was true, Peter and Liza were off on business on the very day that their daughter had returned with no set return date and having left little more than a verbal message to be relayed by a maid. Lexi ---d that it was kind of fucked up, but just looked and smiled, pretending to not notice as it was not her place to pass judgment on her employers or for that matter to get involved with their lives.

As they stood there, Lexi gave Ashley a once-over taking note of her figure which showed nicely though her jeans and top. She couldn't help wondering what she would look like in a string bikini laying by the pool, or perhaps in a nice piece of lingerie, as she wandered though the seemingly empty house, occasionally reaching down to massage her clitoris. Feeling a hint of arousal between her legs, she quickly stopped---not wanting to become overly heated. That thought was dangerous for her as she knew exactly where it would lead but had no idea what might happen next. Needing a distraction, she smiled and asked, "Can I get you a drink Ashley? Perhaps something smooth and fruity with a little kick to it? Perhaps something to snack on?"

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With a little bit of doing, Ashley avoided the sigh. Yeah, that was pretty much like Daddy, she supposed. Especially with his girl all grown up and independent. At least they had left a note with the... maid? Ashley wasn't entirely positive on that point. Ashley was fairly sure she was a maid, but what her responsibilities were she didn't really care to give too much thought to at the moment. Certainly anyone wearing an outfit like that wouldn't be wasted dusting all the time, she was sure. Ashley took a breath as she paused to think. Well, she had the run of the house for what that was worth. It had been quite a bit when she was a little girl, never lacking a banister to slide down or a bed to jump on or a priceless vase to knock over while running past. But she had calmed as she grew, and while it was opulent enough, she was fairly jaded having grown up amidst it. And she really didn't want to end up just sitting and watching TV the entire time, no matter how nice the TV itself was.

She was pulled from her reverie by Lexi's voice. Snapping back to herself, she focused on the woman in front of her. "Sex on the Beach," she said by instinct, and pinked a moment later, as she realized how that probably sounded, given that she was speaking to a woman clad in, charitably, little more than her underwear. And she couldn't help herself when Lexi left, her gaze dropping just about immediately after the maid wasn't watching her anymore. She had only had one girlfriend before, although it had lasted for nearly half a year, far longer than most of her dalliances with men. And while they had never gotten past the heavy petting stage of things, it had been enough that Ashley really couldn't deny anymore a certain appreciation for the female form.

The female form and how it filled out those panties, her eyes not leaving Lexi's derriere as it shifted and wiggled, half constrained by the black fabric, and teasingly obscured by white lace. Ashley swallowed as she found herself alone again, mouth suddenly dry, and she sat down heavily onto the couch closest at hand. Her parents were going to be gone till tomorrow were they? Once they were back, she undoubtedly end up having things to do. This was the first time in ages she was back, after all, and there were friends and relations and associates to show her off to, newly come back from college. Until then...

She chewed her lip. Until then, well, she didn't own the house, but she was kinda in charge at the moment, right? Okay, the butler was in charge really, but it's not like the staff could reasonably turn down her requests. Well, that solved exactly what she was going to be up to for the next while. Perhaps even she would start visiting home a little more often, if this turned out as well as it did in her head. By the time she gratefully accepted the drink, she had curled herself up on the couch, tucking her legs up under her. She gave Lexi a smile, sipping daintily, and said, "I'm sorry I interrupted like that. Please, don't stop on my account."

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Having handed her the glass with a pleased smile and a glimmer in her eye she warmly replied, "Oh, it's no trouble at all. Please, just let me know if you need anything else, my name is Lexi buy the way, Lexi Maslow. I was just straightening up a little, I know how Peter and Liza... uh... I mean, mister and misses Woolman like everything to be in order---lined up straight and neatly" With a smile, she returned to her duties, not wanting to step out of line---she would have initiated conversation otherwise, but was clearly aware of the unspoken social boundary. There really wasn't much to be done around the house as everything was already immaculately clean---in fact, she even wondered at times what the point was in dusting an already clean house, but the job paid far better than any other and she was treated kindly, so she never bothered to make a fuss about it.

The words "Sex on the Beach" played in her mind as she twisted and leaned over slightly to dust a small bronze statue next to the fireplace. She could feel a draft as her skirt raised just enough to expose the crease between the back of her thighs and her cheeks. If she hadn't been turned to the side, Ashley might have seen a little more than the side of her lace covered cheek. She knew enough to be careful about where and when she twisted, bent and reached. Such accidental exposures did happen on rare occasion, and were often met with a wink and a smile, but she really didn't want the extra attention that it drew, knowing how quick men were to make advances or reach for a greedy feel as if she wouldn't notice and call them out on their perverse intentions.

She felt more comfortable being that Ashley was female and by the looks of her, she wold say that she was definitely straight. The need to be discreet and lady like was still at the top of her priority list of course; as tempting as it was, there was a time and a place for everything and this was no time to be playful and flirtatious. As she stood on her toes to reach a clock on the wall with her duster, she couldn't help thinking about the Woolman's daughter and what she might look like undressed, laying on top of her bed as she engaged in a steamy conversation with her boyfriend, slowly reaching down with a licked fingertip and massaging the sides of her clitoris before dipping it lower and slightly inside her as the tangled cord from the phone stretched over her tit and hooked her hard nipple, tugging it lightly as she rotated her fingertips.

She gasped feeling that damn draft again and lowered herself as she forced her mind to focus on something else. She really did not want to be weighed down with arousal and no decent way to release. She feared that the effects of her excitement might show though her clothing and invite a litany of insults and slurs---and even worse, the loss of her job which she treasured more than anything else... well, almost anything else.

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Ashley sipped at her drink only slowly, holding it rather gingerly with a minimum of contact with the glass to keep her hand from getting cold, and the drink from growing warm. She was not a regular drinker---technically it still wouldn't be legal for her to do so for a few months yet. Mostly it had been social in the past, and she had spent more time carrying alcohol than she had actually drinking it. Especially now, she did not want to end up three sheets to the wind, and she wasn't exactly sure how fast she could get away with draining cocktails before that would happen. She had been careful to never get too drunk back at college. As much as she liked the fuzzy euphoria, she had discovered that her judgment, well, rarely did she end up with an improved reputation after the fact.

It seemed like it would be pretty imprudent for her first impression after three years away from home being like that. Not only did was she acutely aware of the extent to which her rather easy and pleasant lifestyle depending heavily on the good will of her parents, but being talked about in that sort of way by the staff wasn't an appealing idea. And besides she considered, taking another sip, she had plenty to do at the moment. Her eyes never left Lexi for long. She had never really gone girl-watching before. The closest was her times at a beach, and those were pretty much free-for-alls of who she ended up feeling up with her eyes. But she was considering making a habit of it now.

The maid seemed mostly to be engaged in busy work. The room was pretty much clean to begin with, certainly up to Ashley's standards. She supposed dusting was one of those things you had to do regularly or it overtook you, but even so. Not that she was going to stop her. Most of the dustables were on shelves or cases or tables against the wall, or at the very least a ways from where Ashley had camped out, which left Lexi in profile or turned away from her most of the time. This had the nice double benefit of both keeping Lexi not looking her way so she didn't have to be quite as covert as she might have otherwise been, and it gave her a rather magnificent view of the woman's legs and behind. Another sip as Ashley decided she rather liked Lexi's ass. If the woman didn't work out, she did enough to keep herself in shape definitely. And maybe it was the rather short skirt she was wearing, but Ashley was having far more fun than she had ever expected watching the movement and shifting than she had ever expected.

All the more so when a breeze fluttered by, probably someone entering or exiting the house. A half dozen sips went by in rapid succession as she tried to wet her mouth again, her cheeks flushing more from the sight of the lace-clad curve than the alcohol now. That skirt was short. Ashley shifted in her seat, and come to think Lexi was starting to look a bit uncomfortable to her eye as well. A flash of guilt struck her as she jumped to the wrong conclusion. Was it really that awkward to have Ashley watch? And for that matter, was it that obvious what she was doing? She smiled a little ruefully. She supposed it would have to be. Anyone wearing that sort of clothing on a regular basis would probably be pretty used to being ogled, and used to spotting when people were doing it. And it wasn't as though Ashley was being all that discreet, having felt reasonably secure that Lexi wouldn't protest.

Another stab of guilt as she wondered if she had passed judgments too quickly on the maid's, well, sluttiness? Openness about her sexuality. And then the breeze came by and Ashley didn't care anymore. Perhaps she was being hasty, perhaps she was being kind of... creepy, but for the moment, she couldn't help but feel like it was worth it. She set aside the empty cocktail glass on the coaster it had come with, feeling a little light headed now. And, and it totally was worth it. She needed something to do while here after all, and what else would a maid dressed like that be around for if not eye candy? She chewed her lip for a moment, then took a breath. She would prove it to herself. "Lexi?" she asked, her voice far calmer than she actually felt, "Could you fetch me the stereo remote, please?" Of course, she could have done it herself---the thing couldn't have been more than five paces away from where she sat. But, it was on the bottom shelf of its cabinet with the stereo itself, there wasn't a single obstruction between it and Ashley to get in the way of her view. And, well, wasn't bending over what those skirts were made for, anyhow? Ashley took another breath and tried to look innocent.

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Lexi turned her head to look over her shoulder while still bent down half way. With the edge of her skirt revealing the uncovered space between the tops of her stockings and her edge of her panties, she eagerly replied, "Sure thing." She stood and began to look around for the remote---initially assuming that it must be on the opposite side of the room. Bending and pulling here and there, she finally spotted it on the large glass coffee table that laid only several feet from Ashley's hands.

As odd as it was, she knew how the wealthy enjoyed having things handed to them, and was fine with complying, after all, it was just part of her job and not really that big of a deal. With a smile, she bent forward---accidentally revealing a good view of her cleavage and a little more, then lifted the remote, stepped forward and offered it to Ashley---holding it level with the edge of her skirt as she waiting for her to take from her hand.

There was something strangely attractive about Ashley. She wasn't sure if it was her youthful glow or more her subtle smile, but something about her made Lexi warm and aroused. The thought of laying with her on the couch and gently massaging her though her clothes quickly ran through her mind---causing her lips to curl slightly into what would eventually become a smile. Slowly her minor fantasy evolved into a scene where she was undressing her one item at a time, and exploring her body with her tongue and smooth fingers---tasting her cunt as she laid naked on her bed---pinching and rolling her soft, pink nipples between her fingers.

Feeling the effects of her wandering mind, she immediately stopped and smiled nervously as she wondered just how long she had been standing there in a daze. It was rather embarrassing to say the least but at the same time rather erotic. The feeling of being seen up close and watched was somewhat of a kink for Lexi, some might call it a slight touch of exhibitionism, though it wasn't quite that simple---there was a bit more to it than just that. Wanting to break the silence quickly, she asked, "Will that be all Ashley?"

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Ashley did her best not to flush as she realized how close exactly the remote had been. She didn't really need it of course anyway, but she felt a little embarrassed looking so lazy. And for a moment, she thought the entire exercise was about to be pointless anyhow, as Lexi close the distance, angled so that Ashley was not in a position to see the woman's behind as she bent over. Given that was the point to begin with, Ashley felt for a moment that she was just about to look for like a prat for no reason when---

Okay, perhaps it wasn't pointless, Ashley mused as Lexi bent over, showing off the more than generous curve of her chest. Well, if there had been any doubt in Ashley's mind that she certainly swung both ways, that certainly put an end to it. Her own breasts were... not small, but certainly not as generously proportioned as the ones that Lexi sported. Ashley took the remote with nerveless fingers, absently thanking Lexi for the favor. Trying not to be too obvious about where she was looking. She wondered if she should even bother using the remote. If she did, well, she'd look pretty monumentally lazy, having a servant fetch it for her from so close by. The other way, would it look too obvious that she had wanted to check out the maid's curves? She hesitated for a moment. Was she coming on too strong? Sexually harassing the employees? Well, granted, the Lexi wasn't complaining, and Ashley was hardly someone who was cut out for being a sexual abuser. Not when the victim had a good half foot or more height on her---she must have been nearly six feet!

And, what was the worst that could happen? Ashley took a steadying breath. She might not be in charge here, but she was pretty much untouchable. And it's not like she was going to seriously take advantage of Lexi, right? A little teasing, and maybe pushing her around a bit. As much as it squeaked her out to use the but she was asking for it defense, Ashley had to admit that she was dealing with a sexy maid in her mansion. If that wasn't asking for it, well, she was clearly meant to be around as eye candy at least part of the time. Well, that didn't sound so bad. And, well, she could even give a really favorable report to her father, or something. She sat there pondering the question for a long moment, wishing she had taken some of the kinky imagination games she had played as a teen a little more seriously. Or at least could remember them better. She took a steadying breath, and tried to sound at least a little like she was an authority in charge around her, although she suspected she did an imperfect job of it.

"Actually," she said, settling in on the couch, reclining in a position more comfortable for watching as she flipped on the surround sound and began to scan. "There is something that's been bugging me. You see all the little carved animals on the bottom shelf over there?" She gestured to where a collection of little stone miniatures were arranged, spread out over one of the shelves. "They're part of the jade collection---the ones not locked up anyway---and I always thought it was a pity that you could never see them without having to bend down, but Daddy never did get around to rearranging them." She gave an innocent smile. "It would be great if we could get that finally taken care of. I can point out where everything ought to be shifted to."


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Jason Williams was a rather successful businessman whose career had taken off rather quickly after college, landing a job in investment management and earning himself a nice salary. Now at 27 he owned a small house in the suburbs of Los Angeles with a small pool and a hot tub that he enjoyed quite often. Being in such a prominent role with his company he made sure to stay in shape, running each day, giving him a lean build. He kept his dark brown hair short and neat with his sharp jaw neatly trimmed. His deep blue eyes seemed to pop in contrast to his dark brown hair, a smile almost always highlighting his high cheekbones.

It was a Friday evening, the first weekend since his younger sister had moved in since she was going to start classes next week at the university in town. The two had always been close as children but now things seemed different, she was a young college beauty and he was a handsome young professional. They hadn't seen each other in a few years and both had certainly come into their own. He had just come downstairs to grab a beer and enjoy the evening when he started looking for her. "Sis, you home tonight?" He called out as he popped the cap off and took a long sip, ready to enjoy the weekend.

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Emma Williams found herself bored, which meant she had dressed up and pretended that she was actually going somewhere this Friday night. Of course, there was no chance in that actually happening because she was now living in a place where she had no clue where anything really was. With her back on the floor, and ass firmly wedged between the floor and bottom of the couch, her legs were casually draped over the seating part on the couch, but in her mind, since there was room for Jason to still sit, she didn't see anything wrong with how she decided to lounge. If he gave her shit, she usually ended up giving him a look that usually made him leave her alone, for awhile.

Navigating the remote control, while watching TV upside down was proving to be quite the task but the boredom of doing nothing and going nowhere on a Friday night was slowly putting her in a funk. She heard him before she saw him and instantly let out a small whine, thinking how unfair it was that he got to drink while she had to pretend she was the sweet, innocent, eighteen year old little sister. Emma grabbed one of the pillows and flung it as hard as she could towards her brother.

"Of course I'm home!" she practically shrieked, "Where else would I be Jason? I'm a poor college student, where would I go?" Although they both knew their parents gave her money so she wouldn't be a complete mooch from the apparently generous older brother. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was upset about his new living arrangement, regardless of any financial reasoning. Wasn't like it was directly her fault that their parents thought it was better for her to live with him rather than in a dorm. She was going to start college next week and once she started making friends she knew she would be going to as many parties as she could.

Emma continued to act like a petulant child, flipping through the channels on the television at a slow pace, "I'm bored. Want to watch a movie? What do you usually do on Friday nights? Oh my gosh! Are you dating someone right now! You aren't allowed to bring them over anymore. You can fuck your whores somewhere else. I'll pretend to be your girlfriend if you do and they'll never want to come over again," she laughed, half kidding, "Want to watch a horror movie tonight? Can we please order pizza tonight?"

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It had only been one week. One fucking week and already his little sister had taken over! Jason had been so close to Emma when she was little, but in the years he had been gone it seemed she had developed into a complete brat. It had to be his absence, seeing as their father was a bit weak, she had no strong male influence to look up to and follow once he had left. And so now the gorgeous eighteen year old had become a bubbly little brat.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ. Chiiiiiiiilllllll." Jason responded to his sister's outburst as to whether or not she was home. It was a stupid question after all, she hadn't done much adventuring in the week she had lived with him. All she had done was lounge around the house in her little anime outfits. There was no denying that she had a gorgeous body, right as could've and with subtle curves in just the right places. But this was his sister. His annoying little sister. He wouldn't look at her in such lewd ways. Would he?

At the mention of a movie he thought he had finally found an out, a way to get her to be quiet for a bit. But then she kept on going, even joking about how he couldn't have girls over anymore to fuck or she'd fake like she was his girlfriend. It was a good idea he had to admit, but like hell she was going to cockblock him.

"We can watch a movie, but if you don't quiet down and let me hear myself think I'm gonna spank you like dad should have long ago. Is that what you want?" He quipped as he took a seat next to her, looking down to see her cleavage and those big, beautiful eyes looking up at him. "Pick a movie out. If you can chill for a few minutes we can order some pizza. Sound doable?"

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"You wouldn't dare hit me!" Emma definitely wanted to be as dramatic as possible, changing the idea of playful spanking, but the look in his eyes and the fact that he didn't respond had her slightly worried. His mention of letting her pick the movie and pizza had her moving from off the floor to sitting directly next to him, so impossibly close, that if she moved farther left she would be on his lap. She quickly googled pizza and checked for local places, "Where are you going to order pizza?" she stopped scrolling to look up at him with a serious expression on her face, "I want to pick the toppings though, 'kay?" Her attention was back on her phone for only a moment before frustration kicked in, "I don't know what place is good.."

She placed her unlocked phone on Jason's lap, deciding on letting him deal with ordering the pizza and reached for the TV remote she had left on the floor, "Want to watch a movie from The Conjuring series?" already typing it in and pressing play. Normally, she would stay away from horror movies because she wouldn't be able to go to sleep until she was exhausted, but she didn't plan on crashing early, because if she wasn't going to get the opportunity to go out tonight, she would have fun forcing her brother to hang out with her and have a horrorfest marathon.

While the movie intro began playing Emma quickly left the couch to turn off the lights in the living room. The only light, save for the television now, was from the small night light in the hallway. She laid her head on the opposite of the couch and draped her legs over Jason.

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"You wanna bet, kid? Act like a brat, get treated like a brat." Jason responded to what almost seemed like a challenge. Maybe she was into being hit, she did have a tendency to wear her little anime cosplay outfits. He had wondered if she was a streamer or a cam girl or something for a minute but she was broke other than what her parents sent her. No way she'd be broke if she were working the camera.

"Emma, seriously. I need you to shut the fuck up for like five seconds." He said as he tried to remain calm, but the annoyance and sexual frustrations he had been going through since she moved in were mounting. "If I'm ordering and I'm paying then I'm picking the toppings. You can just pick off what you don't like. We're doing pepperoni, sausage, and jalapeño and that's that. There'll be cheese sticks to. It's called Paizano's and it's the best spot in town." He said as he tossed her phone down to the floor just out of reach before pulling his out and opening up the app to order.

"Sure, whatever. I haven't seen them all." He said as he placed the order and put his phone in his pocket so she couldn't do to him what he had just done with her phone. When she tried to drape her legs over him he reached down and pushed them to the floor. "If you're not sucking my dick like a girlfriend then you don't get to use my lap like one." He said as the movie started with a dark, scary scene. "Pizza will be here in twenty-five minutes. You get the door."

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Emma had been completely stunned by the way Jason had just treated her. He hadn't been thrilled since day one but it seemed like on this Friday night, he was reaching a whole other level of jerkdom. A part of her was seriously hurt by his behavior but the other part wanted to go crazy on him. Continuing to stare at her phone, where it had landed directly in front of her on the floor, and if it wasn't for the fact that he had a super soft white carpet in front of the couch, she was sure she would have already attempted to bite him, something she hadn't done since since she was in like, third grade.

The idea that he was supposed to be having fun with his little sister who he hasn't seen in forever kept her stewing in her anger, arms folded against her body, thinking it was her god damn birth right to force him to enjoy her company but clearly acting like a brat wasn't endearing him to her so she just had to change her tactics to get what she wanted. This was just a really hard puzzle she needed to figure out and she was more than up for the challenge.

She took her focus off the movie and turned towards Jason and narrowed her eyes at him and bared her teeth, unable to keep how upset she was to herself, for the most part. Then she smiled as sweetly as she could, wanting his attention and simultaneously wondering why he was being so grumpy... and then it all came together. His dick wasn't getting sucked and he probably didn't want to bring over anyone because of his living situation now.

"I wouldn't actually block your cock from getting sucked or fucked Jason jeez. You have to be nice to me," she wrapped her arms around him, "because I'm your sweet little sister. It's like an unwritten rule."

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Jason had known Emma to be a brat at this point, she had showed it ever since she moved in with him. The once enjoyable little sister had become an obsess at pest to him. Or at least that's how it seemed at the moment.

He thought she would have shut up once he went as far to mentioning her sucking his dick. Whether he was suggesting that she should or not was up to her interpretation, but with how bratty she had been he figured she was likely good at it. But even thinking of such a thing... this was taboo territory.

"Do I? Right now the way I see it is that I'm hanging out with a little brat instead of going out and finding a girl to take home." He told her as he sat back and tried to pay attention to the movie. "A guy needs his duck sucked, it's a simple fact of life." He said as he turned to her, giving her eye contact for the first time since the movie started. "So unless you're gonna get someone to help get me off tonight I'm just gonna be in a shitty mood. Is that an unwritten rule? The sweet little sister helping her big brother get laid?"

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The more Jason spoke, the more Emma was getting upset. The way he spoke and what he said to her was seen as a challenge, but intense feelings of jealousy wracked her whole body, permeating every part of her. If he was out there, he wouldn't be here with her. There was no way in Hell she was going to help him get laid. Just the idea made her want to go into her room and beat-up one of her stuffed animals. She wanted to scream but she continued to stare at Jason. Even though she didn't have the pleasure of hanging out with him for years now, he clearly didn't know how much she actually worshipped him. He was her big brother! And fondly remembering how he used to treat her made it kind-of hurt that he would care about something stupid like getting sucked off by some rando, instead of enjoying her company.

Emma turned back to Jason, and practically jumped into his lap, her legs stretched out in-front of her on the couch, while she had her hands on either side of his shoulders, attempting to grab his full attention, "C'mon Jason. You don't need to find a girl to take home, you have me." She did not mean it to sound sexual, because to her, she just wanted to monopolize her big brother's time. He didn't know how much she had missed him, and even though he was being grumpy now, she thought she was completely capable of getting Jason out of his bad mood.

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Jason had again wondered what Emma really had in mind and why she was being so obsessive over him. It was clear that she worshipped him, but she was being so overbearing without any real payoff for him. Maybe it would have helped if he had gotten laid more recently than two weeks ago. But as she jumped into his lap he couldn't help but focus on how good it felt to have her bouncing on him, naturally causing his thick bulge to firm up with arousal as she held his shoulders, his thick cock prodding against her.

"Oh, I have you? So you're gonna be the one to take care of me?" He quipped, moving his hands down to hold her hips, finally giving her some of the attention she seemed to crave. "And why don't I need to get some random girl if I have you? Are you gonna take care of what other girls can?" He asked, holding her hips tightly as he pulled her down harder against his thick cock, smirking as it seemed he had found something more entertaining than the movie.

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Emma was grinning directly into his face at how quickly he had changed his tune. He seemed almost playful while questioning her, but then there was a distinct shift in the air when his hands were now around her hips, and for a brief second she could have sworn she felt his... his last questions were heard loud and clear. It was unmistakable to imagine what Jason was more than insinuating, and she was definitely now sure that she could feel his cock. Shocked into a few moments of silence, anyone could have read the expressions that framed her face which ranged from shock, confusion, but lastly settling on incredulity. He was doing this to get her to stop, surely. There was no way, her brother was trying to...

"You're just... messing with me..." but her heartbeat quickened when she knew she had censored herself from saying fucking, while the tiniest bit of her was loudly shouting: What if he's being for real?. She was no virgin, and even with seeing her brother's face inches away from hers, even knowing it was his hands that were on her, the feeling of warm strong hands on her felt great and that fact was hard to deny. "This isn't funny Jason..." She wasn't consciously goading him, she just didn't believe him. It was just like he said, it was a simple fact of life, guys dicks got hard, or maybe she was just remembering things differently and a tiny spark of her usual personality shone through for a moment, "Are you that hard up for sex, that you are trying to get some from your little sister?" emphasizing her role in his fucked up fantasies.

She made quick work to straddle his lap and gyrated and theatrically moaned in her tiny I'm-getting-plowed voice, hands on his chest as her head lifted towards the ceiling, her head dramatically moved side to side, "Yes! MMmm! Yeah! Harder! Harder!" Emma burst into laughter. It was exciting messing with him, "Is that what you had in mind?"

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Maybe Emma didn't worship her brother to the point of wanting his cock, but perhaps she did to the point that she wouldn't say no if he insisted on it. He seemed to have caught her off guard. For a girl that always seemed to be good on her toes he felt proud of this. "Am I just messing with you? Or are you messing with me, Emma?" He quipped back as she called him out for wanting sex so bad that it seemed he would consider her an option.

Jason grinned as Emma seemed to regain her bratty, bubbly personality, her hands on his chest as she began to straddle his lap and gyrate her hips, screaming out as if she were getting roughly fucked. "Oh yes! I knew you'd be a screamer! Too much emotion for anything else." He said as she broke out into laughter. And while he was smiling, he wasn't laughing as he pushed his hips up against her.

"It's not what I had in mind, but it is now." He said as he grabbed his sister's shoulder and pulled her down to her stomach, draping her body over his lap. His cock pressed up against her budding breasts as he bent her over, winding up before planting a powerful slap on her perfect ass. "Is this what you need, Emma? A little discipline to be a good girl?" He questioned her, striking her again as precum began to ooze from the tip of his uncut cock, wondering if she was getting damp or just plain fearful.

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They used to wrestle all the time, well, more like Emma enjoyed annoying Jason and jumping onto him like a spider monkey which definitely used to be one of her favorite past-times, but this was completely different. "What are you doing?" she asked as he easily positioned her over his lap, but her question was immediately answered.

Jason had never hit her, even when she screamed bloody murder to get her way, so she was stunned into silence again. Discipline wasn't something their parents enforced where she was concerned, considering her personality, it was probably how she got away with everything. But that second slap had her breathing heavily out of anger. There was no fucking way she would let Jason actually discipline her. He was just doing this to make her leave him alone, because anybody else would have just left the room by now because those slaps had hurt a little. Unfortunately for him, she had decided she was going to win this game even before he spanked her.

Emma laughed and scooted up a little, resting her upper body on the couch and placing her lower half directly onto Jason's lap, focusing on the task at hand and not focusing on his dick by looking over her shoulder directly into Jason's blue eyes, "You-don't-scare-me," spoke Emma in a sing-song way, "I am a good girl Jason." She smiled deviously, knowing Jason didn't have the balls to take it further, she even wriggled her butt a little, which was a bad idea considering how hard he was that she could almost imagine how big, and she hated thinking that Jason was probably bigger than anyone she had been with before, which made her quickly look away from him, but she still refused to get up from his lap.

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Emma seemed to double down against him, trying to play into what he was doing after questioning him. The young beauty laughed before moving her perfect ass into his lap before looking back over her shoulder at him, challenging him and claiming she was a good girl. Of course she could hardly be called a good girl with her ass pressed firmly against a cock like his. A cock that was rock hard and taking over his better judgment.

"So the little slut wants to play games? Okay, we can play games." Her big brother said as he gave her perfect ass a double-handed smack, gripping her cheeks firmly as she seemed to stop moving in his lap, perhaps realizing how big her big brother's coco was.

"Come on, don't get scared now, slut. Bounce that ass!" He urged her, taking it into his own hands as he lifted her hips and lowered them back onto his bulge, forcing her to grind and bounce on his bulge as he moaned his pleasures. "Fuck, maybe having you around will be worth it."


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Brad was out on the hunt again, the one man mercenary looking for some time off after he had just finished a big mission that involved him sneaking into a noble's house ans stealing an artifact. he was paid very handsomely, enough to have him feed himself for at least another year, sadly he was probably going to blow it on something very big, like always. But he liked his job, always on the edge, always looking for new adventures, he didn't like to be away from people much, he liked people, how to manipulate them and fight them. He enjoyed being in cities and running around like he owned the place.

Smiling to himself, he managed to find himself spotting a pretty young woman walking along. She wasn't wearing anything fancy, he'd actually avoid a woman wearing fancy clothes, though he would love to fuck a noble, it was just too much trouble, plus putting himself on their blacklist wasn't something good anyway, hurts his potential pool of clients he could work with. However normal girls? He could take them for a night's ride without much repercussion at all.

He saw her heading towards town. Interesting... he allowed himself to follow her as she continued, thinking what would be the right time to strike. Should he wait for once she was inside the town? A dark alley was always good, bag her... turn the corner and then take her into a shady inn... then it would be a night of fun for the bandit.

[Assistant] Adeline didn't see him, though she wasn't really looking for anyone. She was naive, having never really thought that walking alone at night might actually be dangerous. In the castle she was always protected, something she took for granted, she was also protected by just being the princess, people were afraid to mess with her. Now she had no guards and she looked like a commoner, an easy target for anyone. She kept walking, though, looking around her. Before long she saw the town ahead, she was surprised by just how close it really was, smiling as she saw the buildings. No one was out of course, it was a bit late, but she imagined that people were sleeping inside. It was funny how excited she was to go into a normal town when most would be happy to see the castle, the castle to her was boring though, she had been there her entire life and she wanted to see other places, this was the start.

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Brad stalked her, following her closely as he faded in the night, his cloak was dark and his body slim yet muscular, he was good at tracking down people without them noticing, and for someone as untrained as Adeline, she was going to be so easy to follow.

Once inside the city he stayed close to her, there was hardly anyone there now, he went down the street parallel to hers before he managed to sneak up behind her in a dark alley, he pulled her back and began to try subdue her. "Gotcha..." He said as he looked hungrily into her eyes. They weren't far from his little inn as he produced a bag and began to shove her into it.

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Adeline had reached the town and was looking around, wondering what there was for her to do here. Plenty of exploring. It was too bad she couldn't come here during the day, she was sure it was more interesting. She wanted to meet people, see what life was like outside of the castle.

Adeline was about to go and explore some more when she felt something grab her, pulling her into an alley. She saw the man behind her, grabbing her and giving her a frightening look. "Unhand me!" she ordered him, trying to pull away from him. He didn't do what she ordered and she realized that if he didn't know she was the princess he wouldn't respond to an order, he thought she was just some normal girl. "Stop, what are you doing?" she shouted as he pushed her towards a building that looked to be an inn. Why would he want to take her there?

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Brad really didn't give her a chance to say much as he began to push her into the bag, while he wasn't afraid to beat her bruising her would mean she'd look quite bad naked, and he wanted his woman unblemished when she took pleasure on them. He smiled. "You're with me now, little girl... that's what you get for walking alone at night." He said, dragging her into the inn full of drunk people despite the fact that he was obviously carrying a person no one seemed to mind. He released the bag a little so that he could see her again, the rest of the drunks saw her as well and as he began to grope her as he walked along to his room.

Throwing her on the bed he took a closer look at her. "Mhmm, aren't you the prettiest thing I have met? Unclothe yourself and I might be gentle with you."

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Adeline screamed but he had a bag put over her head, her opinion of the world outside of the castle going downhill quickly if this was a normal occurrence, girls getting grabbed and pulled into strange buildings. She thought she heard people around them after he pulled her into the inn, but no one stopped him as he dragged her in. When he pulled the bag off she could see them but they didn't do anything to stop him, Adeline only stared in disbelief. When he groped her her eyes went wide and she started to fight him more, seeing just how bad things were going to be. "Stop, please stop" she cried, catching herself on the bed after he threw her onto it.

"No, please. I'm a virgin, I've never been with a man, please" she said, horrified that her virginity was about to be stolen from her from some strange man. If her parents knew she had been touched by a man... well, her husband to be certainly want to marry her.

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Adeline was indeed very unlucky to be caught by Brad who now had her on the bed begging. "Oh? A virgin, what a rare treat, with you walking on the little road like that people would think you are wearing a please rape me sign." he took off his cloak and his shirt before pushing himself onto her, kissing her on the lips before he used his hands to start groping her. "Mhmmm, not a bad girl, not a bad girl at all." He tasted her sweetness and continued his abuse of her.

"Well... since you are so sweet. I guess I'll give you a chance, suck me off good and I'll spare your virginity." He smiled at her as he pulled off his pants. "Well?" He asked, obviously he was lying, there was no way he would give her up like that.

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Adeline quickly was realizing she should have stayed in the castle, she should have never left. She could be safe in her bed, now she was being groped and kissed by a man she didn't know, someone who was going to take her virginity, make her impure. She shook her head, crying out and trying to push herself away from him, but where would she even go?

"S-suck you off?" she said, looking at him, becoming more afraid when he pulled off his pants. She had never even seen a naked man before. "I don't know what you mean, but I'll do it, anything" she cried, her life at the castle was sheltered, she didn't know anything, particularly about sex. Sex for royalty was purely for procreation, to make heirs, that was all she knew about it, that was it.

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Brad wondered though, just how far she was going to go to keep her virginity... would she offer her ass instead? It didn't matter, he wanted all three of her holes anyway, he wasn't just a rapist, he was very fit and sexually active, he'd fuck her well into the night.

"It's okay, you can start if off slowly." He said to her. "But first... get rid of all that clothing." He said a she presented her with his member. "Start sucking on it and begin to strip yourself off."

[Assistant] Adeline realized what he meant and she felt sick to her stomach, hating herself for getting into this situation. And he wanted her to strip? "No, I refuse to do any of that" she quickly said. He wasn't holding her down anymore, too busy pulling out his cock. She moved for the door, thinking that maybe she could run out of the building and get back to the castle, pretend that this never happened and never sneak out again. Adeline as able to make it to the door, yanking it open and starting to run out, shouting for help from the people that she knew were in the front area of the inn. They couldn't let this happen to her. Didn't any of them realize she was their princess? But then again... none of them had ever seen what she looked like, she was just a name to them, there was no way they would know.

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Brad didn't expect her to be running away, but really she wasn't going to get anywhere at all. He began to pull his pants up and slowly started to walk outside.

Sadly for her, the outside place was much worse, as then grabbed onto her and began to tear her clothes down, a group of four men pushed her down onto her knees before the started to pull down their pants.

It was then that Brad casually walked up to the group of them and told them that she belonged to him. "Sorry, she's mine." With his reputation they didn't dare argue with him. "But if she comes out again... feel free to do as you wish with her." He smiled before carrying her back into the room. "Well... you got your clothes all mucked up... are you going to run again? My dear?"

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Adeline had thought that they would help her, make him stop, but she realized quickly that she was wrong. They grabbed her, tearing her clothes and pushing her down onto the ground, making her watch, horrified, while they started to pull their pants down. She was actually happy when he came and stopped them, even if he did take her back into his room. She was crying by this point, feeling trapped, unable to leave and get back to the castle. She had heard what he said to the group, that if she went back out then they were to do what ever they wanted with her, dealing with one man was enough, she didn't want four.

"N-no" she cried, wiping her eyes. Her body was now partially exposed from their ripping, her breasts nearly entirely exposed, though she tried to cover herself. "Please, please let me go..." she cried, considering telling him who she was, but she was afraid that would just make things worse somehow.

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"I will let you go... but that is afterwards... you've been a very bed girl, trying to run away from me? You know I would have been able to do that even if there was no one there... even if there was help them I would have been able to beat them up and claim you." Brad said, pushing her onto the bed again. "I was going to spare your virginity, but your attempt to run away from me just made me reconsider that."

He pushed her against the bed as he climbed on, throwing off his trousers as he moved his cock to her entrance, smiling he began to push into her virgin channel.

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Afterwards he would let her go... what, then she would crawl back to the castle? They might not even believe her if she said who she was, thinking she was some tramp that wanted to trick them. Their princess wouldn't be outside, getting assaulted by some common man. But here she was, about to have her virginity taken and not able to stop it or protect herself. She could only cry, covering her face with her hands after she was pushed onto the bed again.

Adeline didn't look up until she felt something touching her between her legs, quickly trying to get away again. "No, no, please" she cried, feeling him begin to push in. It was painful and it tore her apart in more ways than one as she felt him push into her previously untouched, dry pussy.

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Brad wasn't telling the truth about letting her go either, he might let her go, but had he known she was the princess he wouldn't have not with the possibility of himself being on the top of the bounty list and every man looking to kill him or capture him, he'd be dead within a month. In that case it would have been better to simply to threaten to kill her and try to keep himself alive like that. In fact... if she was the princess he wouldn't have wanted to kidnap her, a noble was trouble enough... a princess was his grave.

He didn't know that, hence why he pushed his cock deep into her pussy and stolen her virginity thinking she was some commoner girl. His hands groped against her lush breasts as he began to pound her.

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Adeline sobbed, keeping her face hidden with her hands while she felt him push further into her, feeling the sharp pain caused when he broke through her hymen. She couldn't believe it, he had taken her virginity, she wasn't pure. Surely when she was married somehow her husband would find out, she would be deemed unworthy and would be the shame of her country, a filthy princess. When she had left the castle she had just wanted to see what it was like, look at the town, explore a bit, she hadn't wanted any of this to happen to her.

It was painful, her pussy was dry and when he started to pump into her each movement caused pain, which was part of the reason she was crying, though shame was the main reason. She felt his rough hand grabbing at her breasts, treating her like some sort of whore. Even a commoner shouldn't be treated like this, and yet here she was, the princess being fucked by some criminal.

[User] It seemed like her little adventure was suddenly cut short by the bandit who now was going to take her on an unwanted sexual adventure. He smiled at her before he pushed his cock deeper into her, completely filling her tight little pussy. "Ahhh... I've missed how good virgins were." Brad leaned forward and kissed her on the lips before he pushed his tongue into her, his member pumping her harder and harder. "Fuck... I'm going to fuck you all night long little kitten." He moaned out loud, obviously treating her like a whore than anything else.

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This man was disgusting, Adeline could only hope that not everyone in the world outside of the castle was like this. It made her rethink the existence of the walls around the castle, maybe it was to not only keep enemies away but even their own people. He was a monster as much as any enemy soldier. If only she had a weapon or means to protect herself, they hadn't bothered teaching her those things though, princesses were supposed to be able to do things like sing and dance, act like a lady with good manners and grace, not fight and defend themselves. It would be helpful right now.

When he kissed her she felt his disgusting tongue pushing into her mouth, forcing its way into her much like his cock was doing to her pussy. He said he would fuck her all night, she cried more at the thought. Quickly she did the only thing she could right now and she bit down on his tongue in her mouth as hard as she could, she wasn't just going to lie there and take it, she wanted to hurt him, make him somehow regret what he had done.

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Brad enjoyed every moment of raping her, using her body to please him, he needed some intense relaxation and she offered that, though at the expense of her virginity. He looked into her eyes and he realized that he liked her more than he initially thought. He felt her bite against his tongue which he pulled back with a bit of effort, it hurt, but it didn't change his mind. "I'm keeping you... I can't just let you go after one night... I want to fuck you every night like this... you're like a goddess." He moaned out. "You can either follow me or I will break you and turn you into my slave." He said before leaning down and beginning to suck on her breasts one by one, enjoyed her lush and nubile body.

He was getting closer and closer to his climax now, rocking his body back and forth as he felt his throbbing cock twitch in her before cumming.

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Adeline wished she could do something more to him, biting him hadn't even upset him, he pulled away too quickly before she could really sink her teeth into him. He was too strong for her, she knew she couldn't hurt him. She was like a little doll, hardly able to move at all underneath him. "N-no! You can't keep me" she cried, a look of horror crossing her face. It had been bad enough thinking that he was using her tonight, raping her and then having to return back to the castle no longer pure and full of shame, but he was going to take her. What would they do when they saw she was missing from the castle? What if they couldn't find her with him? No, this couldn't be happening!

"Please, you got what you wanted, won't you let me go" she said, crying harder after she felt him finish inside of her, wondering if now that meant she would have some bastard child too. The shame she was facing was too much to bare, and that was only if she got back to the castle, the other possibility was much darker.

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Brad did feel the pain, but little did she know that he had been through a lot of pain in his life, to the point that whatever was happening was nothing to him. He felt himself feeling close to his climax. "Fuck... take my cum bitch... take it all!" he screamed as he came, shooting his load into her. "Oh... I didn't get what I wanted yet." He said as he pulled out of her pussy to line his cock against her ass. "I want this as well. I want you every night... all three holes." He said as he began to push into her tight virgin ass.

"Ahhh... this is even better than your pussy." He said as his length began to sink deep into her.

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Her innocent, unadulterated mind hadn't even imagined that he would do anything else. Never before had she heard of people doing it in the ass, she hadn't even heard of sucking until he had requested her to do it, so when he moved his cock to her ass after cumming in her pussy she looked shocked. It wasn't natural, why would he put it there. She didn't know that it would be painful as well, though she figured it out quickly as he started to push into her ass hole, making her scream and cry, kicking at him and thrashing to try and get away from him and make him stop.

"Oh god... oh please don't, it hurts too much" Adeline cried, feeling him push into her tight, dry hole. Her pussy had gotten at least a bit wet while he fucked her, making it easier, but that wasn't going to happen with her ass. Not only was it dry but she tensed up the more pain she felt, which only made it more painful. "Stop it, please, it hurts" she cried again, unlike him she wasn't accustomed to pain, and as a result her pain tolerance wasn't the greatest already, but the pain he was causing her was enough to make anyone cry.

[User] There was little lubrication, not enough to really help with the pain but enough to make sure she didn't sustain any injuries. Brad didn't stop when he was told to. "I will stop fucking this gorgeous ass when I spill my seed into it." He said to her before driving his cock even deeper into her, burying it in her as he held onto her hips. "Mhmmm. Fuck... I want you... whoever you are." He said. "Do you have a name?" He asked her as he was lost completely in the pleasure of screwing her tight butt.

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Adeline cried, only able to hope that he would spill his seed quickly, it hurt too much, her ass stretching around his cock, sending sharp pains through her body. It wasn't meant to go there, she could tell that much, nothing was meant to go there. He was clearly enjoying it, but it was hell to her, the worst pain she had ever been in. Pain was something that a princess didn't need to worry about, unless you counted the pain from being put in a tight corset, that was the most pain she had had up until this point, and obviously it was nothing in comparison.

"Not for you" she said angrily and through gritted teeth as he continued to use her ass, gripping the sheets underneath her. He didn't deserve to know her name, what would he do if he knew who she was? That he was raping the princess? Maybe it would actually make him feel afraid, he would be killed for what he had done, though even him being put to death wouldn't make it any less shameful for her. She would be hidden in the castle, become an old maid and kept out of the eye of the public forever. It didn't matter that she was raped, people would always view her as loose, a whore.

[User] Brad wouldn't stop even if he found out that she was a princess, he was far to deep to do anything but continuing to fuck her. Luckily for her it didn't take long for him to cum, soon enough he spilled his seed deep into the bowels of the unfortunately princess. "So I guess you'd like to be called slut... or whore then? Since you don't seem to want to offer me a proper name for yourself." He smiled as he pulled out of her ass, watching his cum leak from her the improper hole. He laid down with his hands tightly wrapped around her, kissing her on the cheeks. "Oh... I did not know my luck was this good, I just wanted an average fuck to make me feel good, but instead... I was offered this. I can't believe it." He said to her, kissing her cheek as he laid there with her in the aftermath of the intense sex.

[Assistant] Adeline felt him cum for the second time, releasing it into her bowels, making her cry more. She felt like a whore, a disgrace to her family. All she could do was shake her head when he said he should call her slut or whore, she was lower then even some common girl. "It's Adeline, don't call me those things" she cried. He pulled her close to her after he pulled out of her ass, holding her and kissing her on the cheek, it made her feel sick to her stomach to have him so close to her, holding her to him after what he had done. Clearly he was happy, but she wasn't, he had succeeded in crushing her. No one would think she was a princess if they saw her there, half naked with a dress that was mostly ripped off of her, cum leaking out of her pussy and ass, her face streaked with tears. She looked a mess, meanwhile he was sitting there looking happy as can be, it made her feel even more angry towards him.

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Brad knew he could bait it out of her, despite the fact that it was her name was the one for the princess, Adeline wasn't a completely unique name, it would be normal for girl to have that. He had no reason to suspect that of her.

"Next time it would be better, the first time it always the most painful, I problem I will make you cum next time, I will make you cry out in pleasure and beg me for release." He said, his face rather evil looking as he continued to snuggle his body against hers. "I do wonder though, why you would walk alone in the city at that time, it was an obvious time for you to get raped. I'm just glad it was me."

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Adeline doubted he would make her do any of those things, there was no way. What frightened her was that he was going to keep her, what if he took her away from the castle? There would be people looking for her, but how long would it take? How long would she have to stay with him? She didn't want to think about it, it was too frightening of a thought.

Adeline didn't say anything to him as he talked, feeling more and more stupid. She hadn't known it was so dangerous to walk at night, she just wanted to see what was outside. In the castle she had felt so trapped, but now outside of the castle she was trapped again, only it was much worse. The world was clearly a terrible, terrible place.

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He kissed her and didn't seemed to mind that she ignored his question, his body felt warm against hers. "Maybe we should go to sleep now." Brad said to her as he blew out the light in the room, his hands still hugged against her as he closed his eyes.

Being alone all the time,he was a very light sleeper, anything was enough to trigger him wake, so if she was to try to escape he could easily be able to track her down and take her back, not to mention she could still hear the sound of partying outside in the bar, if she tried to escape, they'd rape her for sure.


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Malichi never even flinched when the guard was killed. Such an action wasn't surprising for such a man. The king didn't even wait for the dead guard to be removed. It seemed Malichi was to be tortured. That wasn't a surprise either. A human would be frightened; but Malichi was still as fearless as ever. Being hung from the rafters wasn't the worst that could be done to him.

The guards weren't supposed to injure him further, but Malichi didn't make that easy for him. While they were taking his clothes off he punched the nearest guard in the gut and tried to escape. He almost made it to the nearest window, but a hand shot out to grab him roughly by the hair and drag him back. Malichi still didn't give up. A guard bent over to fasten the shackles and the elf bit the tip of his nose clean off, spitting the bloody flesh at the king's feet.

They had to pin him down and hold his hair painfully tight to finish. Ugly dark bruises covered his smooth, creamy skin from the earlier beating. His muscles were strained by the new position, pain shooting down his legs and up his back, as well as loosing the feeling in his arms. The elf refused to let it show of course. "It doesn't matter what you do to me. You'll still get yours," he hissed.

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The King merely smiled where he perched, one foot resting on the other leg's knee, and his fist propping his head in a relaxed position. The elf's threat did nothing but amuse him further, and it wouldn't be long after that before he dramatically stood and strode over to the lewd display. He drew his sword and kept his distance as he stepped around his captive's form; his eyes largely remained about the elf's waist, contemplating what he might do first. He paused at his backside and the sword's blade slid between the elf's legs, slowly lifting it's cold surface tight against his groin. The blade's edges were dangerously close to the elf's thighs, a mere twitch from nicking into his flesh.

"...How does it feel, elf?" He couldn't remember the last time he'd grinned so much. He pushed the blade forward until it's wide hilt pressed against the back of the elf's thighs. His free hand lifted to touch his captive's hip, sliding in toward his groin with course fingers as he leaned forward. He licked from the elf's shoulder blade to his spine, tasting him. He had no shame in showing his sexual nature before his men, using the actions as a tool to strike fear into them. He would warn them, on occasion, that they weren't free of such punishments, as was displayed by the body at the back of the court.

"...what's your name?" he asked; there wasn't guarantee that he'd even use the name, but curiosity had won him over a bit. He found a meaty big of flesh on the elf's back and bit into it mercilessly, jerking his jaws back to make sure he felt it, though he certainly had no power to make him bleed that way.

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Malichi continued to keep his gaze straight forward. He didn't do much more than glance at the drawn blade, assuming he was going to be run through, or something along those lines. The cold metal against his sensitive flesh drew out a quiet gasp and a slight twitch. So, this was the game they were going to play...

He remained silent, not answering the question. If this man was looking for begging or pleading, he wasn't going to get it. The hand on his groin and the tongue on his back made him give an involuntary shiver of pleasure. His eyes closed, and his cock twitched, making the elf silently cursing his body. Now was not the time to enjoy such a touch. The gentle nature of the contact wasn't going to last.

When asked his name Malichi continued to remain silent, only hissing softly at the bite. His chest rose and fell sharply as he tried not to think about the throbbing flesh on his back. It seemed this man was determined to have his fun. A cold ball of fear and dread sat in the pit of Malichi's stomach, but he would be damned if he was going to let it show.

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The King was, indeed, having his fun. The hand resting on the elf's hip gently caressed the flesh, there; the sensation of his rough skin against something so smooth and perfect threatened to make him impatient, but he fought it valiantly. The sword lowered from it's position and he shifted just enough to angle it back into it's sheath. He was pleased with the elf, so far, even despite his resilience; really, such reluctance only gave the King more reason to torture the answers out of him.

"Tell me, Elf," he spoke, knowing full well he likely wouldn't get a word from him, "You ever take it from a real man?" All too gently, he moved the Elf's hair from his back, letting it drape over his shoulder, instead. Looking at the smooth, bruised skin made him only want to add more to the brutal collection. For now, however, he would restrain himself. Both hands came to rest on his waist, sliding downward until the met bone and the King was able to bring the man back against his hips, restraints pulling at his limbs as he pressed his thin-covered cock between the elf's cheeks.

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Malichi swallowed hard at the next question. Now he knew exactly what was coming. Elves were generally bisexual in nature, so of course he'd been with both men and women, though he personally preferred men. While the man pressing up against him may have been physically attractive, Malichi wanted nothing to do with such a man. What he wanted was to escape, but the restraints were too tight, and there were too many eyes on him.

"I have," he answered the question through gritted teeth. "Real men, not fake ones like you." He squirmed a little in the other man's grasp, the restraints pulling painfully against his wrists and his feet were starting to cramp. It was a good thing he wasn't a stranger to pain. The brutal training he received in the elvish army was nothing compared to this, though he still wanted the whole episode over with as quickly as possible. The touch of this man was repulsive.

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The King laughed at the comment, forcing the elf's hips to grind back against his member. He leaned to lick at the marks he'd left on the elf's back, the sensation of swollen, indented skin against the muscle making his cock twitch slightly through the fabric, desperately wanting to escape and find it's way buried inside his captive. He would, however, force pace into his actions; if he took the elf too quickly, the fun of torture would be over too soon. Besides, he looked forward to making the elf beg for him, one way or another.

"Don't worry, Elf," he spoke as a hand drifted up across the captive's gut to find his slender chest, to feel the elf's heartbeat, "You'll learn, soon enough, that I'm more of a man than any of your kind." The hand dropped instead to the elf's cock. He gave the member a good few strokes, intending to rub it to life, to force the elf into a state of need.

"You're going to beg, and you will call me Master. I promise you won't like the consequences, should you choose otherwise." His grip became a bit firmer and more passionate, the King's impatience taking hold. The clutch at the elf's hip tightened almost painfully to be sure he continued to grind back. Slowly, his own hips began to reciprocate the effort.

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Each touch on his skin made Malichi's skin crawl. Pain shot through the bite again when the king licked it. He let out a barely audible moan this time, trying to ignore the others around them. They watched with interest, probably used to such crude acts by now. It was no wonder this man's people wanted to see him dead. Malichi wanted to see him dead, and he vowed to do everything in his power to see it done.

His eyes closed when the king grabbed his cock. The nerves responded, and pleasure jolted up his spine. Instead of giving in, Malichi tried to focus on the pain in his wrists. He was not going to beg. He would never beg human scum. "Kill me then," he growled, "because I will never call you Master." His body went limp and his mind went elsewhere while his traitorous body responded to the attention.

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The King laughed; the sound was almost a chuckle, at first, but it grew as he continued to pleasure the elf, becoming something nearly manic. His hips were nearly slamming against his captive's with each thrust, the member sliding up into the crevice with hard grinds. As his laughter died down, he forced himself to stop, panting from the lack of breath and the effort of keeping himself under control. Yes, he would fuck the elf senseless, but training him was much more important. He had to fight his hands not to reach for his own cock, letting his body soak in the denied pleasure, for a few moments. Then he stepped around to the elf's front, a menacing grin playing across his lips as he decided which course of action to take. Ultimately, he looked to the nearest guard, his expression quickly and easily becoming commanding.

"Bring me twine and a collar!" The man rushed off and the King's grinning gaze returned to the elf. "I wouldn't place hope in death, elf," he nearly spat, "You won't be receiving such an easy escape."

The King reached forward and lightly touched the man's cock with his fingertips, teasing across the very tip of his head with rough, dry skin. He did wonder what the elf tasted like, though such a taste would come much later; he couldn't allow the elf the freedom of an orgasm. When the guard returned, the King was offered the collar, first. He stepped back around and carefully, slowly slipped the wide, thick leather strap around his captive's neck. He bucked it tightly into place, just enough to add pressure to his throat; it was a threat---and would later become a very real danger---but for the time being, was fairly harmless. The man stepped to the front, once more, and took the ball twine from his guard. He unraveled a good measure of it, then drew his sword just enough to cut it. Grinning sadistically, the man dropped to a knee and licked up across his captive's slit as he looped the twine several times around his cock. He tied it tight, then freely gave a sharp suck to his head, imagining the the flavor of cum the elf held hostage.

He stood, his elf prepared, and gestured to shoo the guard who still stood beside him. As the man scurried away, the King shamelessly unbuckled his pants, one hand keeping them up while the other released his cock and firmly stroked it to the elf's form. He already felt so close, far too excited by the entire display to hold back. He slowly stepped around the elf, keeping his gaze on his lower regions, and let his pants drop. He used his freed hand to press it's middle finger's tip firmly against his opening, wiggling it slightly as he threatened a dry entrance. "I suggest you ask me nicely, if you'd rather this hurt a bit less, Elf."

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The king's maniacal laughter was proof that the man really was insane. Each stroke of the king's hand made Malichi shiver, but he knew there would be no release for him. No, he was being toyed with. A very soft sob escaped his throat when he heard the king ask for a collar. Was that what Malichi was going to be reduced to; a pet? It was indeed a fate worse than death, but the elf still refused to give the king what he wanted.

The leather felt heavy on Malichi's throat. It was tightened just enough to be uncomfortable, which was probably the point. The twine was an even bigger indignity. The rough material on his cock made him involuntarily squirm, but he wasn't able to move enough to avoid being tied. Up until then his cock had only been slightly inflated, but now that the circulation was restricted it began to grow painfully hard.

He also pulled away instinctively when he felt the finger press into him. The small digit burned all the way in, and what was coming was bound to be much worse. His eyes closed and he remained silent. His dignity had already been stripped by the public display. All he had left was his anger and the desire to not give the king what he wanted. The king was obviously eager, and hopefully this would soon be over.

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The King gave the elf a few moments to respond, and when he decided there would be no answer, he simply chuckled and shook his head. With that, he forced his finger deep inside the elf, taking no hesitation before he began to thrust it. He had no patience to make it feel any more pleasant, merely wanting to get his cock buried in the cavity as soon as possible. Soon enough, he was wedging in a second, forcefully stretching the ring wide enough for his member to enter. He didn't bother with a third, as that would be a waste of time, even if the orifice would be a bit tight. He pulled his fingers free when he was sure the elf was prepared enough. He gripped the elf's hip, angling him so he could properly press his cock's head against the slightly gaping hole, smearing his bit of precum over the opening as the only means of lubrication.

With a grin, he pushed himself deep inside the elf, fighting against the tightness of dry walls, though the sensation itself didn't bother him in the least. He forced himself in to the hilt, holding the elf's hips tightly before he began to roll his own. He was relatively gentle, at first, but rather suddenly began to thrust with vigor. The pull at his cock was already bringing him over the edge; it'd been far to look since he'd had a man, and it was certainly preferred. He teased the elf's cock with his fingertips as he fucked him. The stimulation didn't last long---just a few thrusts, even---before the King buried his cock, a hand snaking up to firmly grip the elf's throat as he came, his free hand holding the elf's hips in place. A few thick spurts and he was finished.

Panting, he removed himself completely from the elf's body, fixed his clothing, and walked back around to the elf's front, eyeing his captive with lingering lust.

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Malichi gritted his teeth as the fingers were shoved inside him. The burning radiated through his whole body. He made no noise, only short, labored breaths. The king showed no patience, only a desire for his own pleasure. Then he was entered just as brutishly, unable to hold back a cry. It felt like his insides were being ripped open, and he was pretty sure he could feel blood dripping from his flesh.

The king's touch did nothing pleasurable now. The elf's nerves were raw and it only added to the torture. He moaned at each touch anyway, despite the tears welling up in his eyes. The best thing he could hope for was to die of his injuries, and considering the way he felt, it was possible. By the time the king was finished Malichi felt like he'd been gutted alive. The man's seed inside him mixed with the blood dripping down his thigh.

Malichi's body was limp, and he couldn't look the king in the eye. He couldn't look anyone in the eye. A single tear slid down his nose, hanging off the tip for a moment before falling to the floor.

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The King grinned a little as he noticed the tiny bead of misery glinting across the elf's nose. Without hesitation, he stepped over, gripped the elf's neck firmly to keep his head from moving, and wiped it away with a single finger. He licked it from the tip, his grip threateningly tight, just enough to cut a little circulation from the elf's brain and a bit of air from his lungs. The taste was delicious and he certainly wanted more, though he figured such things wouldn't be too hard to come by if he was already giving them so freely.

When he released him, he stepped away. He decided he was finished, then. His cock was deflating, and he had some considering to do on the elf's behalf. He didn't want to throw him into the dungeons; that would mean others would get to touch him and that was absolutely unacceptable. He sat at his throne and gazed at the elf from there. His posture was lazy and comfortable, but he was no less perked and interested in his new pet.

What to do with him? He rubbed his chin as he thought. He considered leaving him in the throne room, but leaving him up like that might start to make his lands turn purple or white; he couldn't let such blemishes occur. He wanted to keep him near-perfect, as he was, even if that hard red against the elf's pale skin was delicious-looking.

He hummed. And then he grinned. There was a glint in his eyes; he knew exactly what to do with the elf. He stood, once more, and strode over to his ward. His hands immediately went up to the elf's throat and he spoke to his guards as he strangled him. "Once he's out, I want him moved to my bedroom." He clutched tighter, thumbs pressing tightly to the soft spot between his clavicles. "You will shackle him to all four posts of the bed, and you will not harm him, nor will you touch him other than instructed. Is that understood?" The men nodded, and the King returned his attention to the elf's face. He would strangle him until he passed out, only then releasing him temporarily into the knights' custody.

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The king seemed satisfied, so Malichi expected his torture to be over. He wasn't quite so lucky. The rough hand gripped his throat, making it very difficult to breathe. His face turned red as the circulation was restricted, making his head swim. Everything in him wanted to fight back, but the restraints made that impossible. All of his other aches and pains were forgotten while his brain screamed for oxygen.

The moment the king let go the elf gasped for air, his chest rising and falling sharply. The room was spinning, and had he not been held up by chains he would have fallen over. The king was finally done, and retreated to his throne. The guards stood there like loyal dogs waiting for their master to bark the next order. Malichi hated them. He hated them for standing by and doing nothing. Most of all he hated the king.

Now that the tyrant had had his fun, Malichi could only hope he would be killed now. He wouldn't be able to take revenge, but someone would eventually come along. All tyrants eventually got what was coming to them. Unfortunately, the king was going to keep his promise. The hand grasped his throat again, this time completely cutting off his air. Malichi's body struggled despite himself, causing his wrists and ankles to swell and become even more bruised. It only took a few minutes before everything slowly went dark and his body went limp.

Malichi woke chained to a bed just as the guards have been ordered, every inch of him on fire. His head felt like it was about to explode, and his vision was too fuzzy to clearly make out anything around him. He weakly pulled at the chains to test them. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but the back of his throat was parched with thirst, and his belly grumbled in hunger.