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"Being sorry is fine Emma and I understand that you are but you still need to accept your punishment. A slut who doesn't follow what their daddy says or doesn't please their daddy is a very bad slut. Bad sluts need to get punished Emma." When Emma finally finished getting undressed and found her place over his knee, face down and her pert heart shaped ass up in the air, Raven grinned knowing she couldn't see the look on his face. Running his hand gently over the soft virginal flesh, he moaned softly as his hard cock jerked up against her stomach. "I love you too Emma but you need to learn how to be a good slut and how to make me happy. You're always going to be my little slut but I want you to be Daddy's good slut." Putting one hand on Emma's back he ran his fingertips over her spine before settling on her lower back to hold her in place.

With a raising of his large hand, Raven brought it down on Emma's sweet ass with a loud crack that left an angry red hand print on her creamy white flesh. He heard her cry out while she seemed to try and wiggle away from the pain. "Don't move again Emma. Take what's coming to you or I'll have to punish you again for trying to get out of it." Another spanking was given on her other ass cheek to make a matching set of hand prints on both sides. One more on each side then to total four spankings. "You just got one spanking for each time you made me unhappy Emma. First you stopped undressing for me when I asked you to then you questioned me in what would make me happy and hesitated in coming over here. Furthermore, you squirmed away from he when I was giving you your spankings."

Raven released Emma then. "Now come baby girl. Sit on my lap and let me show you what you're orgasms are going to feel like. Think of this as a reward to taking your punishment without anymore complaint after the first spanking." When Emma turned over and sat in Raven's lap, He curled one arm around her waist and leaned in to kiss her lips longingly. Feeling his throbbing erection slid between her ass cheeks he could feel her beginning to get moist even though she was crying some. Kissing her tears away then, he wiggled beneath her. "Oh you're already getting aroused. Seems my little slut enjoys a bit of pain."

Talking softly to her now, Raven ran his free hand up Emma's thigh to dip between her folds. He spread them gently and began running two fingers along her slit then started teasing her clit circling her entrance without entering her then flicking the hard nub of her clit before repeating the actions again."You like the way that feels don't you my sweet slut? It's starting to feel good isn't it Emma?" He was hoping to get Emma to cum for him while still feeling the sting of the punishment that she had just endured. To connect being sexually pleased and having sexual pain as a combined thing so that there would be times when she would orgasm just as hard if he spanked her or used nipple clamps and other toys on her as she would if he was fucking her pussy.

Raven heard a small whimper of pleasure escape Emma's perfectly shaped mouth and her pink lips went from that endearing pout that was there when she first sat up to a more sensual look. "That's right baby. Just rock your hips against daddy's hand and let yourself enjoy what I'm doing. You're getting so close to your climax. I can feel your juices all over my hand baby girl. That's such a good slut. I'm so proud of you. Cum for me baby."

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"Yes Daddy, I understand" Emma said, wanting to be good for him and accept her punishment, feeling guilty for having questions him and stopped doing what he told her, she would have to be more diligent so as to not disappoint him. She was still afraid of everything he had said, but for now she was focused on making him happy with her again; she wanted him to know how much she loved him and how much she really wanted to please him, this was all just going to be a lot for her to get used to was all and she hoped he would at least try to be patient with her and gentle. Emma trusted him with all her heart, but that didn't stop her from feeling scared and apprehensive about the future.

She leaned over his lap, feeling his hand as he touched her ass, his cock pressing up against her stomach now. She felt one hand hold her in place and she braced herself for his spanks, he had spanked her before but not since she was a little girl, she didn't know what to expect. What she didn't expect was how much it would hurt and when his hand was brought down on her ass with the loud crack she couldn't help but cry out and try to move away, it was her instant reaction to try and get away from the pain. Emma stopped moving though when he told her to, apologizing again and sniffling a little bit as she felt tears start to spring up, crying out again as he spanked her. She cried out for each spank, shaking slightly by the end, afraid he would do it again, but he stopped and she felt his grip relax. Emma nodded her head as he explained why she was spanked, understanding why he had given her each one and making a mental note to never do any of those things again.

Emma sat up on his lap after that, feeling the stinging pain still coming from her reddened ass but she ignored it as best she could. The punishments were over now, she could relax a bit, sit there and enjoy the gift he would give her, though even that as a cause of anxiety for her despite her attempts to ignore it. "Okay Daddy..." she said, ready for her reward for accepting her punishment, wanting that to be driven out of her mind. She kissed him back, feeling his cock now sliding between her ass cheeks as he kissed her tears away and moved underneath her. Emma wasn't sure what he meant when he said that his slut enjoyed pain... she certainly hadn't enjoyed that, why would he think she had? She was wet, though... but that was caused by all of the other anticipation and how he had touched her earlier, not from being spanked, right?

She took a deep breath as she felt his hand touching her sex, spreading her folds and running his fingers along her moist slit, she visibly shuddered as he started to tease her clit and entrance, flicking her hard clit and then doing it all over again. His fingers knew what they were doing her and they were easily getting the response from her body that they wanted, she cried out in pleasure, squirming as she sat there on his lap and nodding her head. "Oh yes... yes Daddy, I do, it feels good!" she said, not seeing any reason to lie, what his fingers were doing were driving her crazy with pleasure and despite having never had an orgasm before she could tell that she was fast approaching one, even as she still felt the pain from his spanking.

Emma whimpered and moaned, her face a mask of pleasure as she became more wet with his touches, coating his finger in her juices. She did what he said, rocking her hips against his hand and enjoying it thoroughly. "Oh... oh Daddy!" she cried, her breathing becoming quick and shallow as she neared her climax, her mouth hanging open slightly. She cried out one last time as she came, bucking her hips slightly and her legs trembling as her body experienced its first orgasm.

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Raven felt his daughter squirming on his lap. Each movement her body made felt amazing against his aroused member. Emma was bucking her hips against his hand and her breathing became ragged as she grew closer to her climax. Feeling her juices coating his hand and dripping down onto his cock, Raven moaned out in delight as he imagined himself embedded within Emma's virginal pussy. "That's right Emma. You're enjoying this so much. This just proves that you are such a slut. Even more so you're a slut AND a whore. That's alright though because you'll always be my slutty little whore who enjoys cumming for daddy and pleasing him."

Moving himself beneath Emma, Raven began rubbing his length along her folds from underneath her. He would just barely let the head of his manhood touch her entrance before pulling back and starting over again."You must really enjoy letting daddy touch you like this; especially with the sting of your ass accentuating the pleasure your feeling. You're so wet that you're dripping all over my cock." When she cried out with her release and her hips bucked up at her first orgasm, Raven moaned at the scent Emma was releasing. Pulling his hand away from her nether region, Raven licked his hand clean of her juices with a low growl. "Mmmmm... You taste delicious Emma. You feel that warm tingling in your tummy baby girl that exploded and made you jerk so hard for me? That was you orgasming for me. I liked hearing and making you cum for me baby. But one thing, you must remember you aren't allowed to do that unless I give you permission to cum."

Raven wanted to make Emma understand again what her orgasm was going to feel like yet he knew if he continued touching her, he was going to be releasing his seed as well between her thighs. That wasn't what he wanted to do and wasn't ready to orgasm himself just yet. With that being said, Raven took Emma's hand and showed her how to touch her body so that she could illicit an orgasm on her own. "Go ahead Baby Girl, you can touch yourself as much as you want and you are allowed to orgasm this time. I want to hear you cum again for me so that I know you understand what it feels like and that you know how to do it. Just remember though after this, you're not allowed to touch yourself or cum unless I give you permission. You have to ask first before you do either."

As Emma sat on Raven's lap and even through her wiggling, his manhood throbbed and jerked beneath her. The ache of wanting to feel her around him was intense and his sac was heavy with his seed. Leaning in his mouth found Emma's while she was touching herself and his kissed her with a hungry need. His hand found her breast as he cupped the sweet firm globe, pinching hand rolling the hard perked nipple relentlessly before his mouth pulled back to break the kiss. His chest heaved with ragged breaths and he groaned with need. "Damn baby girl I want to fuck you so bad right now. I want to spill all my seed deep within your tight little cunt."

Leaning in again, Raven whispered seductively in Emma's ear. "Tell me Emma, do you want me to fuck you're tight little pussy? Fill your womb up with my seed so I can show you how much I love you?" He smiled as his breath got heavy, "It would make me happy to feel my slutty little whore orgasm around my cock. I might have to just teach you how to talk dirty to me too so that when I'm making love to you, you can do that for me. Tell me Emma, how much of a dirty little slut you are and how much you love being a slut?"

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Emma was left feeling out of breath after her first orgasm, panting as she sat on his lap "Oh Daddy, that was amazing, I love it when you touch me!" she said, watching him move his hand away from her and then lick his hand clean, something that surprised her. It was both disgusting and arousing to see him do that, though she couldn't explain why. For a moment she wondered what it tasted like, though she didn't exactly want to try it herself. He seemed to like the taste, though, licking it all up and making a noise that showed how content he was. "Yes Daddy, I promise I'll ask!" she said, nodding her head and deciding that she liked orgasms and she wanted more, it felt so good. She also wondered if she could make her daddy feel that good, though he said that he would show her.

She let him guide her hand to her pussy, watching and paying attention as he showed her how to touch herself. She felt the same feelings of pleasure that she had felt before, only this time it was even more intense with her pussy still sensitive from her first orgasm. "Okay!" she said, touching herself with enthusiasm, wanting to cum for him again. Her body was already twitching as she touched herself, moaning again as she felt the pleasure overtaking her body and making her gasp and moan. Emma kissed him back while she continued to touch herself just like he had showed her, moaning against his lips. Touching herself felt amazing, though she liked it better when he did it. She wondered if having sex with him would feel just as good, if it did then she would have no problem with doing everything he wanted her to. He was showing her a whole new world, something she hadn't been exposed to before but was enjoying thoroughly.

Emma could hear how her daddy was breathing, his chest heaving and groaning. "Yes Daddy, please, please fuck me!" she said, surprised by her own words but it seemed almost as if her body was speaking for her. He had gotten her so turned on that she could hardly control herself, practically grinding herself against him even as she touched herself. "I'm a huge dirty slut and I love being your dirty slut and your whore, please please fuck me Daddy, please make me a woman and take my virginity!" she cried out, her voice a whine. She wanted him and needed him, her body aching for something that she had never had before, but she could tell that the only way to satisfy herself was to have his cock in her.

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Raven had seen the look in his daughter's eyes when she watched him licking her sweet succulent juices off his hand yet it was the excitement and the raw lust that she was exhibiting now that Emma had gotten her first taste of an orgasm that caused Raven's mind to go into overdrive. The enthusiasm that she had taken on while touching herself was erotic and fuck if it didn't turn Raven on even more than he already was. Emma had just barely started touching her clit and running her fingers through her still dripping folds when her moans of pleasure were taking over the room. Even though Raven had initiated the kiss, Emma was now beginning to kiss her father back with the same amount of lewd passion that he was showing her. The sparks of electrical desire that was bursting from his body toward his teenage daughter were being felt in return as Emma's moans vibrated against Raven's lips and her fingers played with her sex.

Yet then she broke the kiss and started begging for her father to fuck her. Emma's voice whimpers out as the filthy words erupted from her lips in her admittance of how much of a dirty little slut she was. Emma was grinding her bare body against Raven's lap as her fingers pinched and curled around her clit. "No no no, Emma. Don't let those delicate fingers go into your pussy. I want my huge cock to fuck your tight hole first. I want to take your virginity and make you a woman, my woman." He growled seductively in her ear. "Oh fuck yes Emma. That's right, beg for me to fuck you. I love hearing you tell me what a dirty whore you are. Such a fucking dirty slut and a huge whore you are. Didn't I tell you that you were Emma? You didn't even realize you were until now. You're my fucking little slut. Now that I've tasted your innocence, I get to take it away along with your virginity and give you your womanhood."

Raven had wanted Emma to make herself cum with her own hand yet hearing her beg for him to fuck her and the way she was talking so filthy, he couldn't stop himself. Standing up with her in his arms, Raven threw Emma in the middle of her bed. Stepping up to the end, he moved himself up on the bed and positioned himself between Emma's thighs and guided her legs to wrap around his waist. With one hand around his thick girth, Raven positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of Emma's pussy and with his other hand grabbed onto one of her breasts and began fondling her for a few moments. Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged at the hard nub, pinched it and then let it go before paying the same attention to Emma's other breast. He could see her face flush in excitement as her breathing became more ragged and she begged even more for him to fuck her. "Tell me Emma... Beg me to fuck your pussy. Tell me how much my whorish little slut wants her daddy's huge cock in her..."

The more Emma writhed beneath him, the more Raven got turned on and his needs were spilling over wanting to be met. This was the moment that he had been waiting for, the moment which he would taste his daughter's innocence, rip it from her as he took her virginity and gave her the gift of her womanhood. Sliding his hands up Emma's lithe body, Raven wrapped his hands around her wrists and brought her arms up to hold them over her head. "Keep your legs wrapped around me baby girl. This will hurt at first but only a little as I get through the barrier of your hymen. After that, it will be nothing but pure unadulterated pleasure for both of us... I promise."

With a quick jerk of his hips, Raven thrust himself into Emma's tight core. The head of his cock hit the barrier of her hymen causing Raven to pull back for a moment then thrust in once more with a rotating of his hips. Emma's pussy had been so wet with her orgasms and the arousal that she was going through that she was very lubricated yet insanely tight around Raven's shaft. He moaned out loudly then thrust hard into her pussy breaking her hymen and burying himself balls deep into her once virginal core. "Damn baby... you are a tight little cunt aren't you?" Pulling back Raven's breath became even more heavy as his moan's and grunt took over the room. The pleasure filled look on his face added to the fact of the noises her was making was more than enough to let Emma know how much he was enjoying fucking her and how pleased he was with her actions.

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Emma backed off when he told her not to let her fingers go into her pussy, though she desperately needed something to fill her, her body was wanting it desperately, needing it. She had to do her best to stop herself, telling herself that she had to wait and then he would thrust his cock into her. Before it had been scary, but now she just felt excited, her body needing it, he had managed to work her into such a state that her body seemed to require his cock even, the build up was all too much. All thoughts of how his cock was too big or the fear that he had caused her when going over the rules was pushed away, not gone but not on her mind directly. "I want to be your woman, Daddy!" she said as she continued to beg for him, pleading desperately for him to take her.

Finally it seemed what would get what he wanted as he picked her up and moved her to the middle of the bed, tossing her so that she landed with a slight bounce. He then moved himself between her open legs and she let her legs wrap around his waist, positioning herself perfectly to finally be fucked by him. Emma could feel the head of his cock positioned at her entrance and she just wanted to push herself against him, to feel him enter her, but she resisted and waited for him to do it, it was bound to happen any moment now, any second and he would give her her womanhood like he said and he would take her virginity. Even despite her enthusiasm she as nervous, though it was hidden by her desire for the most part and her need for him to fuck her. Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged as she felt like she was going crazy, watching as he touched her breasts, rolling her hard nipple between his fingers and tugging and pinching them both. Even that little bit drove her crazy, particularly with the knowledge that his cock was just sitting there, waiting to be in her, teasing her. "Oh please please please Daddy!" she cried, getting desperate even as she begged for him to fuck her, needing him to fuck her. "Daddy please fuck my pussy, I want you to fuck my pussy, I need you too. I'm your whorish little slut and I need your huge cock in me!" she cried, speaking rapidly, unable to handle this teasing as she writhed underneath him.

She kept her legs firmly wrapped around him, he didn't need to worry about that, her legs weren't about to loosen, she wasn't going to let him go anywhere. She took a deep breath, the nervousness finally showing as he warned her that it would hurt, but then he said it would be pleasurable as well and she wanted and needed that. Emma tried to brace herself, telling herself that she was about to lose her virginity, that her father was going to claim her as his forever. It was excited and she saw nothing wrong with it, she wanted it.

Emma cried out as she felt his cock thrust into her, not breaking past her hymen yet but stretching her in a way she had never imagined before. She took quick breathes, feeling him slide into her easily thanks to her wetness, though she knew he hadn't broken her hymen yet, she could feel the resistance and again she had to brace herself, feeling him then thrust hard and deep into her. She could feel it tear and she cried out from the sharp pain, cringing as he broke past her virginal barrier, claiming her. She felt his cock entirely in her tight pussy and the thoughts of him being too big did return as she felt slight discomfort, squirming underneath him to try and make it feel a bit better, but it wasn't all bad even at first; she could feel the pleasure that his cock brought her, filling her pussy and giving her body exactly what it craved. There was another good thing about it, too. She could hear the grunts and moans that were filling the room as her father pulled back, looking as if he were in heaven as he had his length buried in her tight cunt, she had wanted him to feel pleasure from her and it seemed in that sense she was being very successful and it made her feel oddly accomplished.

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Raven knew Emma wanted to cum again. He could feel it in the way her tight pussy was quivering around the huge girth of his erection as well as the way her breathing was rapid. "Oh fuck Emma. You really are going to be such a perfect fucking slut for me. You're such a whore begging for your daddy to fuck you and make you cum. That's what a good slut does. A dirty fucking slut always wants to cum; get pleasure herself but wants her daddy's pleasure first." Raven kept thrusting deep within Emma's tight cunt. His massive cock filling her tight pussy while pounding against the tight ring that was her cervix.

"Remember when I explained to you how a woman gets pregnant? A man penetrates her and makes her cum then he spills his seed deep within her womb Emma? "Raven was being relentless in his pounding deep within his daughter's tight hole at this point while he held her down. Even if she had decided that she wanted to get away from him there would be no way she could escape what he was doing. Breathlessly, Raven continued to fuck Emma while reminding her of their talk. "This is what I was talking about you little slut. This is how you please your daddy and make him happy as well. You like being my filthy whorish slut don't you Emma?"

Looking down into her beautiful blue eyes, Raven's own dark eyes sparkled with the oncoming wave of erotic pleasure he was getting from their interlude. His body was beginning to tense as his ball sac became tight and heavy as it filled with his thick juices. "Oh god damn it Emma! Fuck yes!! Cum for me my slut!! Do it now You filthy whore. I want you to cum with me." Raven's voice cried out in panting breaths as his thrust one last time, the head of his cock lodged up against Emma's cervix and long ropes of hot searing seed exploded to fill her tight cunt.

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For Emma's first time Raven was being a bit rough, though luckily he had worked her up so much that she hardly noticed the pain caused each time his cock hit her cervix. It all still felt amazing and if anything it was doing exactly what he had wanted to do, mixing the pain and the pleasure for her. Eventually Emma wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two and be the perfect toy for him. She didn't know about all of that, of course, and was blissfully unaware of her daddy's plans for her, simply enjoying the way he was making her feel, her breathing coming in gasps as her moans returned in full force after she had gotten more accustomed to his invading cock. Sh could only nod as he spoke, agreeing with everything he said. She was his little slut and she wanted to cum and to make him feel pleasure first and foremost.

When he brought up how a woman got pregnant she felt fearful for a moment. She nodded her head, though, to show she remembered, his pounding not stopping even as he spoke to her, making it somewhat more difficult for her to really pay attention to what he was telling. Emma looked nervous, though, when he told her that this was how a woman got pregnant. Was he going to make her pregnant? She wanted to become a woman, but that didn't mean she wanted to become a mother. "Daddy... daddy, are you going to make me pregnant?" she asked, sounding nervous and afraid though clearly still experiencing pleasure as she moaned underneath him.

It didn't matter even if he said yes, though, she wasn't about to get away, not even if she wanted to. She didn't want to, though, her body needed the release as he pushed her closer and closer to her next orgasm. She had already been close just from touching herself earlier and now with his cock pounding her she was even closer. She was gasping and moaning, her body writhing underneath him as he pounded her. "Yes Daddy! Oh yes, I am, I am!" she cried as she came, hearing him cry out at the same time she did, his seed filling her cunt just as her orgasm hit her with full force, her body trembling beneath him.


[User] Eyes watched through the darkness of the dense forest. At the glade's edge, the fading warm glow of sunlight cast deep and vast shadows. It was there that the predator lurked, stalking silently on massive paws. Canine nostrils flared. Breath drawn in, smelling the sweet honeysuckle and fragrant flowers that grew in abundance. But that was not all he smelled. It was not just the deer, elk, rabbits, and other herbivores that drew him there. Another scent. Stronger, and far sweeter than any flower. The uncanny feminine scent of the young and ready guardian of the glade.

[Assistant] Aria, Lily, Meredith, Crystal and several others---these were the guardians of the glade, nymphs of yore, spirits of the forest. They went by many names. However, the descriptions rarely varied. Beautiful, youthful and joyous. It was the night of a full moon and that meant a night of dancing, singing and revelry for them. Already Lily and Crystal were prancing, jumping and playfully dancing about the glade, their bell like laughter filling the air as their full breasts bounced and moved. None of the young spirits wore anything except for the flowers in their hair. Lily had several strands of vines wrapped around her arms, and all of the woman had such full thick, curling hair that when they came to a halt it all but covered their breasts from sight. While Lily and Crystal danced several of the others washed in a small stream. Aria smiled and laughed, watching the two girls while another nymph brushed her hair with a make-shift comb and tucked flower after colorful flower into her silvery green hair. None of the women had their guard up, or even seemed to suspect anything might be wrong.

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The spirits of the old forest were here. Did they not realize that the trees no longer sang their song? Most of the forest was marred and stained. But this glade. This one was unsullied. A long tongue lolled out, sliding across glistening white fangs and then the massive wolf strode forward. Leaves rustled as he emerged, making no attempt to hide his presence. As tall at the shoulder as an elk and four times as heavy, the huge wolf sauntered in. Intelligent eyes sliding across the three fae as he expected them to quickly flee in terror and leave him to drink from the pool to crystal clear water at its heart in peace.

A low, deep growl escaped his throat as his lips twisted into a snarl, daring them to challenge his presence.

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Hearing the leaves rustle and snap the inhabitants of the glade halted in their celebration and turned to look, some taking a few seconds longer, only turning when they saw the look of shock on their sisters faces. For a moment they all stood, still as statues, and stared in shock at the creature that would dare trespass on this pure ground. And then the werewolf let out a growl---the nymphs closest stumbled back, eyes wide with fear, then like a group of dear they turned and fled as a group. Aria found herself being pulled to her feet by another girl, and then they were running from the clearing. But why? She had never seen a werewolf, only heard stories. But she remembered some stories of a time when werewolves had been friends of other forest dwellers, only hunting the humans. What had changed?

Aria was the youngest of her group, and the most curious. The other fae all ran in fear, never looking back... but Aria slowed as she left the clearing, then paused, hesitating a moment before carefully, quietly sneaking back. She just wanted to spy upon this creature for a moment, to see what was so fearful about him.

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He smelled their fear, and ignored them. He lowered himself to his haunted and drank deeply of the cold refreshing water. But his mind wandered as he drank. The soft, gyrating bodies. Nude, tempting flesh that looked almost human. He was always attracted to the man-bitches. Their naked, hairless bodies. Their long manes and tight pussies, and the screams humans made were heavenly. He wondered if nymphs were the same.

He paused, and sniffed at the air curiously. She was upwind, foolish fae. She thought he needed to rely on his eyes? He chuckled. A deep, dangerous sound that was almost like a coarse barking in his chest as he turned to stare in her direction across the glade. He caught a glimpse of fading light reflecting the sheen of her silvery green hair. "I know you're there, little fey," he called out to her.

And then the wolf rose. Bones seemed to bend. Body seemed to double upon itself as sinewy muscles rippled under his thick, black and glossy fur coat. Forepaws grew into heavily muscular arms and his torso broadened and stretched into a wide barrel-chested physique until he appeared almost human... and yet definitely wolf.

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She came closer and closer to the edge of the clearing she had just fled, until she was hiding in the shadows of one of the trees right outside the glade. She thought at this distance he wouldn't notice her. His attention seemed to be on the crystal clear water that he was currently drinking from, after all. Such a large creature. Even from here she could watch his muscles rippling beneath his dark fur. It was like watching a tiger or other great predator---dangerous and beautiful at the same time.

And then he was calling out to her---making her jump and gasp softly in surprise. Oh crap! She stepped back, her little heart racing, about to flee like the others. But---the werewolf began to transform---and she was transfixed, staring as she watched. She had never seen anything like it. One moment he had looked like a bipedal wolf, but only a wolf. Now he looked like a cross between wolf and man, distinctly both at the same time. Muscular arms, defined, human like abs. She swallowed, her face gently flushing at the inappropriate response stirring in her body.

Nymphs were highly sexual creatures---a trait exacerbated by the full moon. If he had arrived after midnight he would have stumbled upon the nymphs having an orgy with any nearby humans or satyrs.

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She flushed, though he did not no why he could see the way she flustered at the sight of him. She pretended to be brave, but was as meek as any of them. His clawed hand lifted to the side of his head and he push. His neck cracked and he sighed while looking her over again. Plush. Petite. Fertile and young. that described her well enough.

"You pretend to be a womanfolk, fey. I, too, can look like a manfolk. What say you of this?" He chuckle, gesturing to his anthropomorphic form. He knew many werewolves that swore of their human side, and lived solely in the skins of a wolf. He was not one of them. He enjoyed the flexibility and strength of this hybrid form far too much. "Do you challenge me to this glade, spirit?" He snarled, snapping his teeth, daring her.

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Aria knew she should run and flee. The other nymphs always emphasized staying hidden. It was smarter to run; there was no courage in confrontation. But she wasn't trying to confront him. Surely if she didn't do anything to hurt him he wouldn't do the same. And she was fast, if it came to anything.

At his question about her reaction to his form she hesitated, not really sure what to say---eventually shrugging. "I've never seen a werewolf." She admitted shyly---jumping when he suddenly snapped and snarled at her. "N-no. I don't want to challenge anybody to anything. I was just... curious." She admitted honestly, taking a step back. Aria stared a moment longer then decided that this was getting too dangerous for her. It really clearly wasn't smart to stay here, near this man. Turning Aria fled.

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She turned her back on him. She admitted weakness. Vulnerability. Besides, the silvery green hair fell in waves across her naked flesh and he watched as the twin globes of her as flexed as she hurried away. He laughed, which turned into a drawn out howl. Deeper than any wolf much less a coyote. It was more of a roar. A boastful, prideful call.

"Run! Weak fey! Run when you see trouble! It is a small wonder the forest falls to the kingdoms of Man with you protecting them!" He then suddenly flung himself after her. He was nearly twice her height in this form, and his lupine legs sprang with uncanny strength. He closed upon her rapidly, and soon he leapt against a nearby tree, and then another. His bulk crashing through the branches behind her. The hunt was on.

"I wont run from them. I will be the guardian of this glade! Make it my own!" And then he launched himself at her, to tackle that supple, feminine form and knock her prone onto the ground beneath him as he panted, "Are you still curious, fairy? Shall I make you mine, too?"

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Hearing his howl Aria ran faster, fleeing in terror. However, when he spoke of the forest falling to man she stumbled and nearly turned to confront him. The words stung---but while a man she might confront a werewolf she knew she should not. It was clear this creature was big, strong and ruthless.

It was also clear from the noise behind her that he was fast and giving chase. Crap. Snapping branches and the sound of his body impacting drew closer and closer as she ran. She was fast, but he was markedly faster.

In moments he was practically on top of her---and then he was on top of her. She let out a cry, tumbling to the ground as he crashed into her. They hit the ground hard, stunning her a bit. "N-no." She stammered out, shaking her head, a sound like a whimper passing her lips as she lay stretched out and prone beneath him. She didn't even try to struggle, knowing this monster's strength was so much more than her own. "Please let me go free." She begged as he mentioned making her his, shaking her head in protest.

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"No? I thought you were curious," Darrus growled and canted his head to the side. She was pinned under his bulk, but he was hardly trying. He did not grab hold of her wrists like he easily could. He lifted himself back onto his haunches, half crouched over her.

"You beg and you cry like a deer!" He laughed almost mockingly, "What, you think I am going to eat you?" He laughed again, head tossed back before his piercing dark eyes leveled once more upon her. "Though, I suppose I could..." he trailed off with an insidious roll of his tongue. Coyly toying with her now as his eyes swept down across her wirthing, naked body. Downwards, betwix her legs. "Eat you, indeed."

"I, too, am curious. Tell me, fae, is it true that your nectar is like honey... your dew like the ambrosia of the old gods of the forest?" he leered at her.

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"I---I changed my mind." Aria stammered out, squirming beneath him, her eyes wide with fright. Even though her arms and upper body were free he had her lower body pinned---and that was enough to keep her there, unfortunately. She sat up a little bit, though, feeling a little less helpless if she wasn't completely splayed out on her back.

Or at least she tried to see herself as less helpless. But as his harsh laugh rung in her ears she knew she was truly powerless. He thought this whole thing was a game. Her heart raced like a little rabbit's---and as he mentioned ‘eating her' her face flushed scarlet. At least he didn't mean actually eating her...

"Um... I---I wouldn't know." She didn't know what else to say. She saw how he was looking at the space between her thighs and swallowed nervously. A deep dark part of her stirred at his gaze, a warmth of... excitement, but she shut it out. She didn't want this dark creature to lay a finger on her.

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"You changed your mind... so soon?" Again Darrus looked her over, and again he licked his lips temptingly, teasingly. His tongue flickered suggestively as he leaned in closer to her youthful, flushed body. His hot breath lancing out across her cheek, neck, and shoulder as he spoke in a deep and low thunderous voice, "Well, if you aren't curious, I am," he promised.

The touch she feared from the dark werewolf was felt. Claw-like nails brushing across her outer hip as his weight shifted above her, a thick furred knee and overly muscled thigh moving to press between her own legs and force them to part. "A deal, then. We will have a taste, and then you can go. After all, a wolf must eat. It is nature's way," he purred.

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Aria found herself staring at his lips, watching as his long tongue flicked out between his sharp teeth. She imagined feeling that tongue between her thighs and blushed. But he broke that trail of thought, thankfully---when he leaned in she grimaced and squirmed beneath him, turning her head aside as he breathed over her. His breath was hot and heavy, a noticeable presence as it brushed her cheek and neck, making the skin tingle almost.

However, her attention was soon drawn from his breath. She felt his claws on her hip, sharp exact points---then his knee was sliding between her thighs, forcing them open despite her resistance. She felt the strong muscles in his thigh, wedging between her legs, making her bare her sex to his sight as her legs spread apart. Aria blushed even more, looking up at him as she lay prone beneath him. "Just a taste... that's it?" She asked. She knew resisting was hopeless, so maybe it was best just to go with this deal and get it over with. In the grand scheme of things, this offer wasn't so bad she supposed.

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"That's it," Darrus lied easily. "Lay back," he demanded and gave her a little push so she would fall back once more into the dry bed of leaves she had been sprawled upon. He watched her breasts bounce but stay high and pert as he did so. Her slender rib cage and small waist to those girlish, flaring hips. They were not wide and would not bare pups well, but he was not interested in that. He had many werewolf bitches to bear him younglings.

What interested him more was that sex. Huge clawed hands raked them down her slender thighs and then hooked beneath the backs of her knees, and before she could protest he moved to completely open her to him. She looked unlike anything he had seen before. Beautiful, perfect, an idealized version of a real woman's cunt. Her mons and lips so delicious it made him growl out and his cock gave a startling jerk upwards.

He lowered his head, watching her as he did. He smelled her exotic, heady perfume. The scent the nymph was near enough to send him into a frenzy, and then came the feel of that tongue. Wet, broad, incredibly strong and thick. Its long length bathing her tiny, tight pussy in a single, long lick upwards that seemed to roll and mold against her every contour.

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Aria seemed to calm at his words. She nodded quietly, laying back. Her vibrant green eyes never wavered from him, uncertain and still a little scared. Suddenly, before she knew what was happening, she felt his clawed hands grab her legs---a startled gasp bursting from her lips as he pulled them apart, really baring her to his hungry gaze.

Blushing brightly, she swallowed, squirming beneath him. Her sex was smooth and bare, not a single hair to be found on or near her folds. There was some sort of tattoo, or maybe natural birth mark however---light green curling vines following the v of her hips down to right above her little clit. As if intentionally drawing attention to it. For once she wished she wasn't one of the most beautiful races in nature, wasn't a creature of such a sexual nature. But she couldn't do anything to change that now.

And now he was leaning in---licking her. Her breath hitched, her eyes widened, flaring with... arousal. She had not expected it to be so warm, so strong, so thick. The smooth tongue ran through her folds and teased every sensitive nerve down there. Oh she wanted to feel it again! Aria bit her lip, her hands clenching on her belly as she closed her eyes and tried to control herself.

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Her ragged breathing and flexing of muscles was enough to know she was aroused. The quiver in her thighs, the clenching of her stomach. Darrus's tongue dragged upwards. Teasingly. Curling until it flicked just shy of her naval. Wolfish, monstrously canine snout tilted as cunningly human-like eyes watched her. Yes. Quite aroused. Easily aroused. If he had known nymphs were like this... well, he would have sought one out earlier.

His massive hands shifted to grasp her delicate ankles and hoist her slender legs high up and out, nearly folding her in two like a little doll beneath him. A few more long, bathing strokes of his tongue that curled across her vulva and stroked the lengths of her labia, leaving it glistening and coated in wolfish saliva. Fleshen folds probed and her clit was rewarded with a near-constant strum of attention as the mighty, terrible werewolf devoured her.

And then he pressed deeper. More forcefully, the cold roughness of his nose driving up against her, rubbing itself across her clit before his whiskers tickled her inner thighs and his tongue thrust in deeper to drive up across her inner walls in eager, hungry laps.

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Aria tried to control herself, to just have him do what he wanted then be over and done with it, with her never reacting either way---but that plan lasted two, maybe three licks and even that was a joke. Her bare folds were so sensitive, and his tongue was so warm and flexible. Within moments her breathing had changed and her thighs seemed more willingly spread open for him. His tongue ran through her folds and her hips gently bucked upward with a gasp from her lips, almost begging his tongue to linger when it flicked away teasingly. Aria pulled in a shaky breath, her control only reflected now in the fact that she wasn't squirming beneath him, or already begging him to fuck her. Her gaze, though, was wide, pools of lust and desire, and her face was flushed. She was indeed easily aroused---all nymphs were, especially younger ones like herself.

And then suddenly he was grabbing her ankles---Aria squeaked in surprise and squirmed a little as he pushed them up almost near her head. For the first time she seemed to stir in resistance---the position was not a comfortable one---but in a heartbeat his tongue was running back between her folds and her struggles faltered---a gasp gripped with arousal torn from her lips instead as she quivered beneath him, feeling his warm wonderful tongue assault her little clit. A clit that was by now throbbing as she grew so aroused. Aria panted and whimpered softly, her body gently squirming as he continued to run his tongue back and forth over the little nub, both torturing her and arousing her like crazy. Wetness dripped from her sex, that nectar he had been so eager to taste now flowing from her warm core.

A nectar he would no doubt taste now when he suddenly dove in with force, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure as his tongue thrust inside her. Her body jerked, and her hands now holding her own ankles clenched tight as she moaned, arching. His tongue was inside her! She felt it lap against her inner walls, his cold nose press shockingly against her clit---it was so arousing. Aria quivered as his whiskers brushed her thighs and squirmed, each thrust of his tongue drawing sounds of pleasure from her lips now. She had mated with humans and satyrs before, but they didn't have tongues nearly as strong nor as big. Why were the nymphs so afraid of werewolves when these creatures could deliver such pleasure?

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Darrus was incredibly impressed by her zeal. Werebitches needed a good hard fuck to cum, but this... this fae could probably cum with just his tongue alone! He loved the thought, so easily controlling her, so easily making her his. His own arousal swelled and thrust forth from its sheath between his thighs as he crouched down, face buried into the panting nymph's pussy. He continued to eat her own, switching between the probing dances of his wild, wicked tongue and the long, quick slithering, snake-like curls of it across her engorged and growing clit.

"Cum, bitch," he sneered up at her, those smoldering, lust-filled eyes narrowed. Nails dragged down the lengths of her trembling legs until they slipped beneath her hips and hoisted them off the ground. Each of her clenching ass cheeks was held within a massive, calloused palm. Long fingers curled up around her delicate hips that writhed and thumbs curled in across the sensitive slopes of her ass crack.

He would continue until an orgasm would explode from within her licked walls, and the honey... so sweet, so pure! He would need to dine on this exotic, magical substance with frequency now. It was like an addictive drug. He refused to release her until it showered his tongue, and then... then he would let the curious, sex-crazed girl have a taste herself.

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This really was the last thing Aria had expected from a werewolf. She had heard they were vicious, cruel and blood thirsty. This animal should be trying to rip her throat out, if the warnings were to be believed. Instead his attention was focused solely on the space between her thighs and driving her quickly towards orgasm. She couldn't decide which felt better... his tongue plunging inside her wet cunt and rubbing about, or flicking up over her swollen clit, teasing it mercilessly till she groaned and writhed beneath him. Fuck she was so turned on!

When his voice cut through the pleasure suddenly, demanding her climax she looked up to him, blinking with half-dazed eyes and simply gave a nod. Just a few more moments, she was getting close. Aria let her head fall back in the leaves again and pulled in a ragged breath---which turned into a sharp gasp as he suddenly dragged those claws over her flesh, leaving light, barely there scratches---and then those hands moved beneath her hips, and then suddenly he lifted her hips from the ground and held her lower body aloft. This was definitely different.

Her shoulders and upper body still rested on the ground, but her hips were up in the air, trapped in his tight grasp---making her feel both powerless... and incredibly excited. She had released her ankles in the process, letting them fall forward to rest on his massive shoulders as he held her hips, her thighs still spread open wide. His grip somewhat stilled her writhing as he continued to eat her out, but not completely. As his probing tongue continued to bring her closer to orgasm she tossed her head back and moaned, her hands reaching over her head and finding a root to grab onto as her back arched. Her stomach muscles tightened, her thighs quivered---her whole body was tensing like a taunt bow string about to snap. His tongue just kept thrumming over her clit---soon she let out a wild, desperate moan---she was right on the edge, her body shaking as it grew so taunt. Her toes curled---her sex was clenching, that tight feeling intensifying until he thrust his tongue inside her one more time and she cried out, bursting---climaxing hard on his tongue. The nectar splashed and ran like a brief river---Aria just moaned and moaned, her eyes fluttering and practically rolled back as she just lost it, her mind spinning away in a thousand little pieces. She loved this feeling, loved sex so much. As for her nectar... it wasn't just rich and sweet, but it was even a honey gold that seemed to shimmer in the light, and was a little thick, like true honey. There were humans out in the world that caught nymphs and kept them just for this nectar, some really did consider it a delicacy. She didn't care---she just knew this pleasure felt amazing.


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Smiling a little at his joke, Catherine shook her head to his offer of coffee, not being really interested in one at the moment. "I have to give it some thought---those were my panties you had on and were jerking off into you know." she reminded, giving him a slightly annoyed look, the kind a parent might give a child when it has done something it had been told not to many times over. "I know it's your choice if you chose to do that or not, but I mean---if you're having to do that, then it can't be all right, can it? Things between you and mum I mean. This doesn't have to really concern mum all that much---she has some panties too, you could just have easily done what you did in them, and probably have got away with it." she commented. "But it wasn't that, you did it to mine. I'm not pointing you out as the bad guy, not at all---even if mum certainly would. But there might be something that could be done... if you're willing to listen to it. I was thinking that we could go somewhere, just on our own---to some place that a few of my friends have been to---not mum there at least for awhile? Everyone I know who was having certain problems who went there got rid of the problems in one way or another." she explained.

"I think it'd be good---for both of us to get away from mum, and it'd let us be able to talk stuff out at the very least?" She added as a last ditch attempt to try and convince him---not entirely sure if it had worked or not. "We wouldn't have to go for long, if you don't like it when you get there, we can always just come back? I'm sure you can say it's a business trip or something to mum, and you deserve some time off your work." Leaning against the counter, she had hoped he would at least give it some thought.

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Eric's first reaction was no. "It can't be done, I have so much work to do... besides, what place are you suggesting in the first place? Thailand or something? No, no. I love your mother too much for that. And you. I wouldn't risk taking you to some distant country where you could be kidnapped---or worse. Bad, bad idea." He poured himself a hot cup of black coffee and sat on the table, opposite from her. He stared into the steaming black liquid, thinking.

He could use some vacations, though. Time off his wife, time off his obligations. He could just be himself, act himself. Did she say he could solve his own problems? Did that mean she'd let him do as he pleased? Or rather that she would watch him closely for the entire holiday, making sure he didn't do anything nasty? He looked up back at her, discerning her motives, the real ones. Why was she even suggesting this? She didn't even blamed him for what he had done. She just took it as a "normal" outcome of his unsatisfying sex life. And wasn't it just natural, after all? If anyone knew him, it was his own daughter. The last 16 years he had spent more time with her than with his own wife. He was really glad of having her, actually. Probably giving her idea a chance was the least he could do.

He shifted in his seat, and beamed a smile at her. "OK, maybe we can do it. And I said maybe, because first you need to give me the details. We can take two weeks off, and I'll tell mom I'm on a business trip. The reason you're coming is... we want to have some quality time as a father and daughter. Your mom will understand... but she won't be too happy though."

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"No, not Thailand---nothing like that." she explained, wondering exactly what he thought she was implying. While her idea certainly wasn't usual, and may have sickened a fair share of people, she couldn't see any reason as to why they wouldn't be allowed to go, it certainly wasn't illegal. She certainly had some interest in her father, but she had such feelings for as long as she could remember, and had taken it as natural---perhaps another reason why she hadn't gone bat-shit crazy at seeing what she had seen. Shrugging, she smiled, glad he had finally accepted her idea. "Well, I think she'd be a little worse than unhappy if she found out about what you did in my room either, so I'm sure having her just being unhappy is preferable, right?" she asked, not really expecting an answer---although the phrasing may have sounded somewhat like a threat, she had no intentions of telling her mother about the events, even if her mother managed to infuriate the hell out of her, she doubted that her father would have looked too favorably on her if she had told.

"It's a place not that far from here. Certainly not Thailand of anywhere, on the coast---" Catherine explained, despite the fact that the coast was certainly quite far away, at least an hour or two by plane. "---don't know the address or anything off the top of my head though. The place is called Sunshine Resort though" she finished with a slight shrug, guessing she could quite easily find them when they were needed. "When do you think we'll be able to go?" she asks, unsure of his current workload, or if his original excuse to try and get out of going on a trip wasn't entirely truthful.

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Eric raised an eyebrow at her upon hearing about his wife. "Mom doesn't need to know. She wouldn't understand, you know that." His eyes wandered to the washing machine, where he could almost make out those darned black panties that had started it all as they tumbled around the drum of the machine. He licked his lips as an automatic reflex, savoring the after taste. Somehow it was bitterer since he had been caught by his own daughter. He turned his eyes to her, sipping up the last of his coffee. Once he was finished, he stood up and picked up his mobile from the kitchen counter. He pressed the search engine.

"Let's see... Sunshine Resort. Doesn't sound like much, to be honest." He winked at her mischievously. He hummed as he head the website aloud. "Your stay at Sunshine Resort can be as quiet and peaceful or as exciting as you want! Our helpful naked staff will be pleased to assist you in making this your best holiday ever... wait, it says naked here." He laughed. "They must have been hacked or something." He kept on reading to himself. Upon learning on the special packages, and the good prices, he was sold. "It keeps saying here that all saunas in the main building are unisex. That's weird, isn't it?" It was his kind of weird, though.

"We can go tomorrow morning, actually." He suddenly burst. "They have this last-minute deal that has a 50% discount!" It was actually great timing too; Catherine was off classes for the summer.

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Catherine couldn't have said to have been entirely sure of what he was searching for when he picked up his phone, but she couldn't see why he would suddenly have had the urge to search for something other than the resort she had named, and as a result felt her heart start to beat a little bit faster---unsure if she should have perhaps given a different name, and tried to handle booking travel, and the rooms herself, although she figured that may have raised a few suspicions in itself. Watching him fairly closely, trying to judge his expression as he read the page, her eyes widened a little as he mentioned nudity---giving an inaudible sigh of relief as he managed to give a fairly reasonable explanation for it---one that she wasn't about to openly disagree with.

Shrugging a little at his mention of the unisex saunas, she was a little surprised at how accepting he was of such a place---and a definite smile crept onto her lips as he didn't seem put off by the idea. Thankfully, the website, although featuring a gallery, did not feature any nudism.

"Really? That's great! I'll probably go get packing now then?" she said; having honestly not expected it to be so soon, but with students leaving school for the summer, couples may have been less inclined to visit such resorts. "Let me know when my panties are done, would you?" she asked, with no hint of malice or even revulsion in her voice. "There's a few of my favorite pairs in there." she added before leaving the kitchen, making her way upstairs and into her room---pulling out her often unused suitcase, beginning to pack clothes.

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Eric looked at her, thoughtful. She had grown into a beautiful young lady already. She probably would not grow in height anymore. Not that she needed it anyway; in the family they were all fairly tall, and the girl, although still shorter than himself, could claim being taller than many of her male classmates. Her father imagined her naked, suddenly, walking around the house. Really, totally nude, and casual about it. He knew it was twisted and supposedly wrong, but he cherished the idea. Wouldn't it have been great if they all just could go bare, enjoying the freedom from being clothes-less, or the wonderful sight of their bodies? He sighed, and closed his eyes. His cock was waking up again, and that wasn't good. That was terrible parenting.

He went to his room and logged into the internet. He checked a bit more info about the place, wrote down the necessary telephones and addresses, and booked the last-minute deal. All in all, it had been dirt cheap. He saw some pictures from a nudist beach, and he wondered. Maybe there was a beach near the resort they were going to? He had never gone to a nudist place. The idea definitely sparked his interest, but he had never dared in the end for fear of getting a hard-on in public.

He packed later that night. As he was doing so, his wife arrived home, drunk. She just bobbed her head stupidly as he told him about his false business trip. She just nodded, sighed and fell to bed. She didn't seem to care, at least for the time being. He also informed her that their daughter was coming with him. "Just take her" she simply said.

Once in bed he remembered the washing machine. If his wife found out a laundry of only panties, she might get suspicious. He quietly went downstairs, being extra careful not to make any noise. The dryer had finished its cycle already, and all of his daughter's underwear was clean and crispy. He picked them up and put them in a basket to bring them upstairs. Coincidentally, the black panties appeared last. He smirked at them. They started it all! He suddenly got his pants down and rubbed them along his shaft. He wouldn't cum on them, but he'd leave his smell on them. He wanted his daughter to wear them, fully knowing where they had been just before. He felt suddenly self-conscious, guilty. His kinks were getting the worst out of him! He put the panties back on the basket and put his pyjamas back in place. Eric then went upstairs, and knocking just once on Catherine's door, pushed it open to leave them on the floor.

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Having said goodnight to her parents and turned to bed a little while earlier, Catherine was fast approaching the stages of losing consciousness before actually falling asleep, but hearing the knock Catherine shifted a little as she heard her father's light footsteps venture into a little way into the room. Glancing sleepily over her shoulder at him, Eric seemed not to have noticed her---or had assumed that she had fallen asleep as he quickly made his departure after dropping her basket of her now-clean-panties off, perhaps leaving a little faster than usual to avoid waking her up and---Catherine guessed---probably still feeling a little guilty about his inability to hold back from pushing his carnal desires onto her, considering the room she slept in was also the scene of the crime. When the door closed behind him, Carthrine pushed herself up and out of the bed---giving the basket of panties a quick check to make sure they were indeed clean, and making sure there hadn't been anything else done to them---a quick sniff revealed that not all were entirely as untainted as they had been when they had come out of the washing machine. Finally satisfied, she pushed the basket a little way from her bed and pulled herself back under the covers, taking a few more minutes to slip into her sleepy state, and a few more to actually fall asleep.

Although her dreams had been filled with ideas about the location they were going to be staying at, she couldn't remember any of her dreams when she woke up, even if she had a slight feeling that her father had made an appearance in at least one. Shaking her head, she forced herself out of the bed as her hand helped rub the sleep from her eyes. Changing from her night-clothes; a pair of loose baby-blue shorts and a vest, she quickly picked out some clothes that she wouldn't mind wearing for the day---or at least part of it: pulling on the black panties that still sat atop the pile---giving it another quick sniff just before---the smell was still there, fainter, but there, causing her to give a little perverse smile before, following the panties with jeans and a white spaghetti-strap top. Giving her hair a quick once over with a brush to calm down her hair from her tossing and turning in the night, she went about packing a bag to take to the resort---unsure what would be happening, she made sure that she took a fair number of clothes, along with essentials---toiletries, a book, a camera, her phone).

With her bag packed, she pulled it onto her shoulder and headed downstairs, dropping the bag near the door and making her way to the kitchen to get some breakfast and to see if anyone else was up yet.

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Eric had been up for a good hour before his daughter walked into the kitchen. He had not been able to sleep too much that night. He generally slept pretty soundly, but he couldn't just close his eyes and hope to drift away, when his head was full with the worries of the trip next day, his drunken wife snoring beside him, and the guilt of having caused the whole situation in the first place. He knew that Catherine didn't mind (too much) but he, still... had some issues. He just wished that the whole holiday idea would sort things out. That seemed to do the trick, for the next thing he remembered was the high pitched sound of his alarm and his wife protesting and groaning.

That morning he was wearing a red polo t-shirt and navy blue shorts. He had also shaved off his 3-days stubble, and looked pretty neat overall. When she entered the room, she already found the breakfast served for her in the table. Orange juice, freshly-made coffee and toasts greeted her with a mouth-watering smell. "Good morning hon," He approached her with a plate of toasts and a jam tar on the other. He kissed her cheek lightly. "I'm afraid you have little time to have breakfast though, we'll be leaving shortly. I've phone a taxi and..." He looked at his watch. "...they'll be here in 10 minutes!"

After greeting her, he dashed upstairs, and picked up the suitcase. His wife was still deeply asleep, and might not notice their absence for at least another 3 hours. She was occupying the whole bed, and seemed pretty self-content. He smirked at the scene. It kind of represented his current marriage. He wondered if things were about to change, or if they could really change at all. And then a car honked outside. "Catherine, get ready, we're leaving!!"

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Glancing towards the table, Catherine gave a warm smile at her dad's already-made-breakfast, sitting herself down at the table, looking over to him and noticing he had smartened up his appearance a little "Someone's trying to look nicer today" she teased, sticking her tongue out at him with a slight grin before starting on the breakfast that had been prepared, eating the food with a little more gusto and a little less grace when he had left the room; as if he had only ever seen her act lady-like and she wasn't wanting to drop the illusion, but more out of politeness. Having finished the breakfast fairly fast---hoping that it wouldn't bite her on the ass as indigestion later as she ventured back upstairs to her room, giving one more once-over to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything important---quickly spotting and grabbing her camera and phone before heading back downstairs as Eric warned her that the car was here.

Throwing the objects into her bag, she picked it up, slipped on a pair of shoes and headed outside, giving a brief wave to the taxi driver to show that they were just coming. Leaving the door open, she hurried down to the road and let herself into the taxi, placing her bag on the floor before slipping in after it. "Just got to wait for my dad, he shouldn't be too long---he made the travel arrangements, so he'll be able to say what's happening" she said to the driver, who responded with a brief nod – one that Catherine couldn't tell if there was some annoyance behind having to wait for someone else.

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Eric grabbed his suitcase and proceeded to the door. As he did so, he reviewed mentally what he had packed. Several thin shirts, shorts, a pair of swimming trunks and a towel. Did he need more? Well, he had also taken a book, for those odd boring moments, and his phone, in case his wife needed to contact him. Still, something nagged him. Eric was probably forgetting something... he smirked as he locked the door from the outside. He squinted looked towards the taxi, noticing Catherine within the taxi. She was looking at him, as well as the driver.

He got into the taxi, beside his daughter. Just as he entered, he noticed the air was indeed very hot. "To the airport, please." His arm was resting against hers, since the space inside the vehicle wasn't all that great. The suitcases did nothing to help the situation, keeping them effectively pushed together. Before long, they were sweating. He glanced a moment towards her, noticing how a single gleaming sweat drop traced its way down her cleavage. He looked away immediately, trying to think about something else. "I'm dying to arrive to our apartment, and get out of this shirt." Had she noticed? He guessed he'd have to keep his devious glancing in check, lest the people in the resort think of him as a pervert, ogling his own innocent lithe girl.

The plane trip was very much standard. There weren't many people on the plane, and it was quite spacious. It seemed that the plane would take them to an airport in the island that housed the resort. Eric looked around, guessing that most people seemed to have the same destination as them. There was a great divide in the ages of the rest of the passengers. There were some loudmouthed early twentysomethings, and then there was also a few old couples, nearing 60 or even 70 years old. He couldn't notice any families like his own. He wondered about it, but just dismissed it as chance. Just as they stepped out of the plane, he figured what he had forgotten. "The fucking underwear!"


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Black ringlets adorned Mallory's cheeks as she wore her hair as she always did, untamed. She brushed it occasionally but left it alone to do as it pleased style wise. It cascaded down in thick waves to the middle of her back. A cropped black leather jacket barely took the time to conceal her bare breasts beneath it. As happened more often then not, she had 'forgotten' to wear undergarments of any kind. Sometimes she truly did, but most of the time she did it by choice. She was walking along from her home to the park that night. Catching what fresh air she could. Cool air curling about her legs up into her jean skirt. Others might get goosebumps from such a thing, but she was accustomed to it.

Cream colored skin reflecting the moonlight making her appear slightly paler than she might in other lighting. She kicked through a puddle of water before walking past a few homeless men. Rose painted lips twisted into a smile for them as she continued on. She lifted the back of her already short skirt slowly to them and swayed her hips before blowing a kiss back to them with a wink. Her light brown eyes sparkled in that moment. It made her all too happy to do such a thing. It was her gift to the world she told herself.

As soon as she arrived at the park, she directed herself to the swingset. Sitting herself down she swung back and forth in bliss. It reminded her of the times she had been so bold as to flash fathers and sons who came here during the day on the occasion that she would sluff school. She giggled and kicked up her feet. Just another day in the life of Mallory Swenson, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and started swinging higher as she kept her eyes on the ground. She wondered if she would catch anyone else out so late. What other mischief could she get into? There were several times men would seek her out. Older men. She would tease them the same way she did every other, but no matter how much money they offered she would never do more than just that.

She was surprised really who would come to her when she was so tall. Or at least, taller than most average girls. 5'10. It never seemed to stop anyone though. She supposed older men might also think that she was older than she really was for this. Which didn't bother her in the slightest. It merely added on to her ruse.

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Mallory was at it again... but if he could do something about it, soon she wouldn't be. Shawn had planned this for, well, as long as he was able to, which wasn't long considering he was racing against the clock. After all this time protecting her she was only encouraged to do it more. She was too careless, and it was his fault. Now he had to undo all that he had done. There were two ways to go about it, he could simply ambush her there on the swing, or even better, let her lure him in. Perhaps that was better considering the lessons she had to learn.

Shawn was dressed in a full tan trench coat complete with a large and matching hat, thus completely hidden even if she did recognize his quasi emo look. He walked casually along the pathways, aimed right in front of Mallory. If he knew her at all, she would probably flash him. it was something that didn't even turn him on anymore, but rather made him upset. In any case, he could use it as an excuse to get closer to her, and talk, and then play the field a bit before snatching her up. It was simple, and he believed he had all the bases covered. She hadn't done much manual labor in her life, and he had been through so many fights and physical challenges that there was little to resist. Besides, he had chloroform if she got too vocal. But he was really rather hoping he wouldn't need it. It would be... better, if she stayed awake, stayed traumatized. Hopefully he planned correctly.

Finally he stepped out before her, walking casually along the path. Finally he caught Mallory in his eye and turned, tipping his hat at her in a polite hello. This was it.

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Mallory watched as a shadow grew, clearly marking someones arrival. With a smirk, she slowed down the rate at which she was swinging before running her hands up under her jacket. Grabbing at her own breasts for some time with a moan, she waited until the form of another was in clear sight before lifting up the fabric to reveal herself. She swung twice before lowering her jacket back down with a cackle.

Whoever it was seemed to be taking good care to make sure their identity remained unknown to her. What did she care? Wouldn't have mattered how young or old they were, how they looked, or if they were male or female. None of it mattered in the slightest.

Tossing her hair back, she expected whoever it was to go on their way after that. Appalled or aroused. Instead, they came forward. She furrowed her brows and slowed herself even further as she tried to concentrate on who it might be. If it was someone she'd dealt with before. It didn't seem as much. The way they were lingering though was definitely the behavior of someone who was taking more interest.

She set her feet down on the ground to stop her ride completely as she took note of the hat and how he tipped it. Spreading her legs wide to him she raised her arms up along the chains on either side of her that held the swing up. Making the bottoms of her breasts peek out from under the jacket again. "Did you want something hun?" She said before biting her lower lip. Scanning from his feet to his head as if she were interested.

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No underwear again... Shawn felt his body heat up with anger but he quickly cooled down. It wouldn't be much longer.

Shawn leaned over her just enough to see his shadow cloaking over her. Perfect, even this close she wouldn't be able to see his face when he blocked her light. Not that she would remember him anyway. Still, the mystery kept things interesting. "You seem open minded," he said in a deep voice that was very different from his natural one. Again, an unnecessary measure he did just to keep her guessing. "I have a thousand bucks waiting at my place if you're... into it."

If he knew her at all she would decline him. She might play interested, but he knew better. Truly all the cards were in his hands. Of course, if she went the other way all of a sudden, he could make that work too. His plan was covered on every angle.

At the same time, he hadn't been quite this close to Mallory before. Had she been able to see them, his eyes might have betrayed some of his darker intentions. They might have given her some fear, which would have been good. But this would be good too, perhaps better if she got just a little nervous. She had been through this scenario a few times, and she always managed to get out of it---but this time would be different.

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Mallory coughed and cleared her throat as she felt him lean in. Some people just didn't know boundaries! She was one of those items on show. The 'look, but don't touch' type. If any touching was to go on, it would be initiated by her and only her. She was about to start swinging again to try and avoid further awkwardness when he spoke up. Closing her legs tight, she scoffed at his words and shook her head.

"Tempting... tempting darling." Words laid out with heavy sarcasm. She sort of hoped he would pick it up. Even then, she wasn't about to let him go empty handed. If she had been wearing undergarments she would have likely given him her panties as a memoir to the short time they knew one another. As it were, she had nothing but herself to give.

Hesitant at first, she stood up in front of him. Hovering herself just an inch from him she stared at where she assumed his chest to be before raising her head up to tuck it near his neck. "Don't you just want to fuck me?" She whispered harshly against his ear. Clacking her teeth together in a biting motion, she brought her hands into a clasp behind her. She couldn't decide whether it was safe or not to touch this one. It was clear to her she was already pushing her luck.

Why should she hold back though? No one had ever dared try anything on her before. It wasn't as if they were going to start now, right? She was untouchable in that sense. Extending a hand, she tried to reach up and clasp his cheek blindly.

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Damn she had gotten bold. Somehow Shawn saw this as his fault. He couldn't protect her any more, at least, not the way he had before. He snatched her reaching hand out of the air, calmly, and gently holding in place. "That's a tempting offer," he said quietly, still in disbelief she went that far. "No money necessary and I can just... fuck you. I think I'll just do that then."

Shawn shoved her down on the swing again, leaning forward and with both hands he picked up her hands and placed them on the chains, holding them tightly onto the chains. He paused for a little bit, trying to see if any emotion would display itself on her face. He expected fear, or perhaps even complete shock. Either would be good. He raised up one foot and pushed his boot between her legs. He pressed his toes up and into her sex gently, his boot couldn't go far, but it was enough to push the result he wanted.

"I'll give you one more chance," he said coldly, continually massaging her with his boot, "Tell me you don't want this and I'll go. Tell me you're just a tease, and I won't make you into a slut. Beg for me to leave... and I will." He pressed his boot up harder against her in a threatening manner.

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Mallory raised a brow and brought herself back to look at his hand upon her. Did he not want her to touch him? Had he just wanted to pay her to take photos of her then? It was so peculiar. Her eyes never left his hand as her other came to try and aid the first to pry herself free. She had just laid her hand upon his to do so when he spoke up. She chuckled and didn't allow his words to deter her from her current task. At least, that is until his last sentence. Her head shot up to try and see who exactly it was that was saying these things. As it didn't seem like the type of thing anyone she'd ever met before would say. He had to be new around here.

She grunted when she was pushed down, her eyes lost their focus. She was about to try and look at who it was again when he moved her chain of focus to her hands. Her fingers cringed as she felt the pressure he applied. Her brows furrowed and she tried to slip out from under his grip. She couldn't budge. She was leaning in to try and bite his hand when she felt the boot come against her. Gasping at the temperature and general feel of it going against her more tender area she brought her legs in around the boot.

She had to change this, and ended up spreading her legs again as bringing her legs in just brought the shoe closer. She tried then to push the swing back and away from the stranger. She also tried to kick up at him several times but anything she did made the boot between her legs rub against her roughly. Holding her breath she listened to his words with a grimace upon her lips.

What in the world was he on about? 'One more chance.' What chance had he given her previously? She scoffed as he went on, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She couldn't take him seriously at all. "I'm not begging anyone for anything. All right? You just go along home and you can tell all your friends how you got lucky with me if you want. Free of charge. I won't deny it. Now, you'll do kindly to get your big boy shoes off of my cunt. Because for your information, I'm not a tease. I would have gone with you, but after this, I don't think I will. Sorry love. Better luck next time." She said with a sneer.

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Shawn chuckled at her attempts to maintain her pride, though it was a bit forced in an attempt to make her feel the fear he was intending. "You don't get it do you?" he said through a grin, "I wasn't offering you the chance to get rid of me. I was offering you the chance to beg me to stop before I took what I wanted from you."

Shawn pressed his foot in a bit before taking it back and releasing the pressure on her. He put his hands in his pockets and stood there for a moment neither saying or doing anything. He wanted her to think about what he said, nice and hard. Even if she was too arrogant to really contemplate it. And now he would give her false hope. "But I can see you don't have the experience you want people to believe you do. And it's simply no fun for me, so I'll go."

He turned around and slowly started to walk away, he made it two paces or so before he quickly turned around ran up to her and kicked her in the chest. She would have no where else to fall but off the swing and onto her back. Shawn slowly walked to her side believing the force would take her off guard and cause her to need a few moments to recover. Shawn straddled her and sat on her hips, pinning both her wrists above her head with a single hand and pulling a gun out of his pocket with the other. He pressed the gun up against one of her breasts that were now peaking through the bottom of her tiny jacket. He pressed the cold steel hard up against her breast without mercy. "You can now beg, while you still can. Try to scream for help and I'll shut you up."

He pressed the gun harder against her breast as he said it for emphasis. "Now... I know you are not as loose as you act. So beg and preserve that---or I'll take what I want from you now. Those are your two choices. There aren't any others. Go ahead, open your mouth and do something besides beg. I dare you." His voice was harsh and firm, and if she could see the glint in his eyes in the shadow if the rim of his hat, she would know how serious he was. He wanted her to beg, but he'd make it work if she tried to find another way out.

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Mallory's lips curled and she half growled at him as he chuckled. She wasn't kidding about anything she said. She'd said it proudly without falter. So why was he all so giddy? She wasn't going to lift her head and give him the pleasure of looking her straight on after that. He was being rude in so many ways and his words made little to no sense at all to her. She wanted to rebuttal but at the same time she didn't want to keep this going on forever. A whimper was let out when he pressed his foot into her further. She tried to scoot back on her seat then. As he removed it she was able to breath easy again. Her hands free, she rubbed at her wrists before pulling her skirt down from where it'd run up to. She didn't pay attention to what he did then as she was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. What in the world did he want from her? She hadn't taken anything from anyone. She wouldn't ever. At least not anything material. She was about to speak up and tell him off. Inform him that he had the wrong person, when he started jabbering again.

"I have more experience than you, I can tell you that. So you can just go and screw yourself." She said plainly, crossing her arms as she watched his feet as he started off. She had moved her arms in order to stabilize herself on the swing when he kicked her. She hadn't even gotten a chance to touch the chains before she was shoved off onto the ground. She coughed several times and groaned as she felt the blood pounding through her. She stayed completely still for the most part, though her hands came in towards her chest to rub where she'd been hit. Her head rolled to the side for a moment before she felt his weight added onto her. Her arms felt limp as they were pulled above her head. They had that heavy feeling like when one wakes up from a long rest. She could barely get her fingers to move let alone make any form of struggle now.

She could feel her jacket rising up as her arms were pulled. She breathed heavily as she kept her eyes on it. As if for once she was worried about keeping herself covered. That was when she saw the vague silhouette of a gun. She couldn't help but laugh then. Licking her lips and teeth visibly she waited to hear what he had to say for himself. A small hiss was let out as she felt him press the gun harder into her flesh.

"Ohhh you are the charmer now aren't you?" Was all she had to say to him as she gazed up at the sky. She eventually looked down to him to see the small glimmer in his eyes. A huff was let out and she smacked her lips. "Look, tell you what, you come around tomorrow night and I'll give you exactly what you want all right?" She said with a wink and a kissy face.

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Shawn felt his blood begin to boil. Mallory was really pressing his last nerve. He could have easily had his way with her right there. Maybe that would shut her up. Maybe that would teach her something. She just didn't know when to give up. It wasn't what he planned, but he could very easily see himself taking what innocence she had left right there. He had some options left, to take her now, or to perhaps wait and set the scene a little. You only lose your virginity once after all.

That was his answer. He could give into the moment and his anger, but he had to think big picture. She didn't even blink at the gun, he would have to hold nothing back from here on out. For the first time since he had decided to teach her a lesson, he was ready to do so without remorse. "So be it," Shawn said cool, his heart beginning to relax from the rage he felt moments before.

Shawn put the gun back in his pocket and stepped off of her. "Before we get going, let's fully utilize this swing set we have here." Shawn kicked Mallory in the chest again to keep her winded. Then he set her sideways on the swing, one leg on either side, tying her wrists behind the chain in a plastic cord behind her back. He also wrapped her ankles together, and her knees, the second chain riding up between her thighs. Finally, he wrapped one more cord around her neck and to the chain, to keep her from simply falling off. He tightened it to ensure she couldn't comfortably move on her own. All that was left was to gag her. He pulled out a knife and slid the flat of the blade along her abdomen, "Any brave words before the experiment begins?" he asked, tucking the blade into the belt of the skirt, his other hand on the cord around her neck to choke her in case she decided to scream.

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He took long enough to get off of her after saying 'so be it.' Mallory was glad he was able to come to his senses. She was under the belief he wouldn't really manage to use the gun at all. He didn't seem the type. Though, she'd never met someone who did fall back on using a gun before. She could have kissed him right there, but she wouldn't. Instead she started to sit up. She didn't get far mostly because she was still recovering. Her body didn't want to move still. Then she felt a second blow. She didn't breath for some time after that as she was afraid that it would hurt to do so. It did of course, but it felt better than suffocating at least. She was about to say thank you to him, why in the world did he go kicking her again?

She asked herself because his mumbles didn't get through to her, at least not until after she was on the swing again. It was all she could do, to just breath then. She didn't struggle in the slightest as she was still in a daze. Even when she was able to recognize she was being tied up, she didn't try to move. She wasn't scared so much as confused then. Staring straight ahead, she didn't try to look at him anymore. She was busy trying to rationalize things.

When she felt the cord tightening around her neck she tilted her head up, as in her head somehow that was suppose to help. It didn't. If anything it made things even worse. Her breaths grew heavier then as she looked down at herself. At what had happened while her mind had gone into thought. She immediately shook, trying to get her hands to move up as she wanted to pull the chord off her throat. The more she moved, the tighter they felt. She was quickly easing herself into a pant. She gave him no attention then as she focused on escaping her predicament.

Only after he applied a knife to her stomach did she give pause. She didn't breath as she looked down at it against her stomach. Her eyes watered a little and her mouth gaped. Her eyes never waved from that point. She was about to give him her answer as he nestled the knife beneath her belt when she felt a tug on the cord around her neck. Clicking noises came from her mouth then as well as more coughs. She lean her head back and tightened it as she kept trying to avoid the cord. Her wrists were being dug deep into by the cords that bound them as her arms tensed, trying so hard to shoot apart as they feared their owner's demise. It was one of those bolts of adrenaline that one gets when faced with near death situations. Something that would be short lived and would leave her even more weak than she was to begin with.

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Perhaps the cords were a little too tight? No. Of course not. This would work better. Shawn cut her belt with a flick of his wrist and then slide the knife under her skirt. With a smooth motion he slide the blade down, the edge cutting the skirt with the flat end slowly gliding along her more private area. Finally the skirt was cut completely, and each side of the skirt flapped to either side of the swing. Her sex was exposed, and without the skirt to protect it, the chain of the swing pushed up between her legs. Every move and fidget would work the chain into her, and once it was in every move would feel even more intense.

Shawn pulled the skirt our from under Mallory, and then cut a strip in it. He took the strip up to her mouth and wrapped it around her neck, it wasn't another gag yet. But if she tried to scream it could quickly become one. Nothing more was needed, except to stimulate her. He took out his phone and moved to her legs for a better angle. "A picture lasts forever right?" he said, making sure to get her tears in the shot. A camera shutter sound was heard and a flash was briefly enveloping her. Shawn put the phone away and then grabbed the chain that went between her legs. He shook it, so it would stimulate her a bit, and then moved closer to her. "This is an experiment after all," he said coolly,"So there will naturally be before and after pictures. And also, please tell me how you feel. And as this is for science, please be honest with your answers." Shawn placed a tape recorder on her jacket, quickly taping it still. One might wonder the manner of things he brought with him on a stroll.

Shawn grabbed laid down and placed his feet over her waist, gently swinging her and causing the chain to continuously rub against her. "You can still beg you know. All this could end if you beg for it. But naturally you won't will you? Oh well." He continued to swing his legs in a steady rhythm. He grew careless as he laid down though, and if she were aware enough, she could make out his face.

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Mallory's arms went slack, though her fingers twitched. She was barely able to keep her eyelids open with the strain on her neck. Her eyes stung with acid tears as all manner of noises passed her lips. Everyone was quiet and short. Her lips were starting to chap. The loudest noise she made was a gasp as she felt the knife going against her private parts. Though it was the flat of the knife, it still frightened her. Her legs tensed then as her body wanted to do something to stop him but could not. Her body shifted as soon as it felt the exposure. Then her lips ran tight and a small squeak escaped them when the chain was driven between her legs. She tried again to move away from it, but everything she did just seemed to make it go deeper which had her spitting involuntarily.

As soon as he let go of the cord about her neck to cut the skirt she took as many deep breaths as she could, as she wasn't sure when or if she would be able to get the chance again. She relaxed her head as much as she could, but there was no luxury in the way she was situated. He was a blur to her as he stood in front of her with the phone. She squinted as she caught the flash. She didn't breath when the photo was taken but as soon as it was over she let out her air as if she'd been holding it for ages. Then came the tremble of the swing when he shook it. An equally shaky moan ran out of her lips. When it stopped she squinted her eyes as hard as she could to try and expel every last drop so she might be able to see again. The moment she did she saw him placing the recorder.

She gave the item a repelled look but didn't say a word. _Why should she give him what he wants now of all times?_ A loud groan was let out when his feet fell upon her. Any other time, she would have thought it was cute what he was doing. But not in this situation. Not in the slightest. She took short breaths that were mixed with hisses as she didn't want to moan again with what was happening.

She looked up to the sky again as she tried to force back more tears. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are but you better fucking stop this right now." She said before taking as deep a breath as she dared to. "I ain't done shit to you, so fuck off." Her voice starting to rasp a little near the end.

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"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Shawn sighed, picking up his feet and standing up again. "If you don't want to beg then that's one thing," he said with a sigh, "But must you make things worse for yourself?"

Shawn let the question float in the air a bit, then proceeded to grab the chain that was tormenting her. "You need to learn when to quit. And this," he said, shaking the chain vigorously, "is one of those times. You must have been pretty lucky until now to give you such arrogance, but today you learn that won't always be the case." Shawn slowly started to shake the chain, rocking it back and forth between her legs. He pushed in and pulled out in a steady rhythm, but each time it pulled out the momentum of the return trip would bury it deeper than before. As soon as she started to spill a little bit, the pain should lesson, but of course he was going to make it worse to make up for it.

But this game was growing tiring, and he didn't care to wait much longer. He started to shake the vigorously again, this time keeping it up for a longer period of time. "Let's hear you moan," he said with a laugh, knowing that would only try to make her hold it in more. He focused on shaking the chain in and out as opposed to side to side. "Beg for mercy, or spill your juices all over this swing set. The choice is yours! Personally I hope you spill it, that would make for a more humiliating picture don't you think? Time will tell!" he said with a dark laugh, shaking the chain harder and looking down to see how it was proceeding.