[User] "So this is the place?" Kipp asked, unsure, as he approached the ruins with his... he wasn't sure their relationship. Partners? Employer and employee? Certainly, she seemed to hire him often enough, though they shared the spoils usually, when spoils there were. And once again, she'd approached him to accompany her on one of her ''research expeditions'', to guard her against foes and beasts and whatever danger her magic couldn't easily best. And so, that brought them here, to these overgrown ruins. Ruins with an uncomfortably small entrance. Uncomfortable for a human, at least. His goblin companion would certainly fit in quite easily. "Maybe you should have picked someone else," he mused, though he knew that no one else would be foolish enough to take her up on the offer. And so, with a sigh, he moved forward, looking the doorway over for any obvious traps.

[Assistant] Lyora kept coming back to Kipp each time, because she trusted the human. Trusted his strength, his reliability, and honesty. And besides, the goblin did love hunky humans, even if it was just eyecandy and not something she got to touch. "Just the place, exactly as I said!" The busty goblin boasted, as she examined the small entrance briefly. "Nonsense Kipp! You see many other goblins around, or people I can trust to watch my ass?" Lyora stepped forwards with a purposeful sway to her wide hips. She bravely, or bullheadedly, steps through the entrance to the goblin dwelling, eager to see how her ancient ancestors used to live.

[User] "I think you've got plenty of people to watch your ass," Kipp said back to Lyora. Surprisingly, though, he wasn't one of them. Not that he couldn't appreciate how curvy Lyora was in an aesthetic sense, but something about the diminutive female didn't do it for him. Part of the reason why, he guessed, she trusted him so much, as he'd never tried to take her for himself, as he'd heard others had. But, in any case, while he didn't have great appreciation for the small, curvy ones, the ones who built this temple were quite the opposite, as Lyora quickly found out and Kipp soon after. Everywhere they looked was imagery of goblins, curvy and very naked. Most of them were female, but a few sported something that no female should. And it was clear, too, that those were in a higher position that the others, and that they made use of the females liberally, to their mutual pleasure. Though whether the depictions were meant to represent a group of these be-cocked female goblins or just one wasn't so clear.

[Assistant]
There had indeed been a few close calls with some unsavory companions she had once had. But, it was one of the reasons why she could trust him.

"So strange!" Lyora mused, looking all about the art filling the walls. "This seems less like a temple for goblin-kind, and more like one dedicated to worshipping them. Isn't that strange? Oh!" Lyora exclaimed, noticing that more and more of them were artworks of curvy goblin women with give massive cocks! "Dedicated to worshipping hermaphroditic goblins? Why, I've never even heard of such a thing anywhere else..." Lyora wondered. She pulls out one of her hefty tomes, and starts taking down notes. And also, copying down some of the artwork in sketch-form. "A temple dedicated to some goblin pleasure cult?" Lyora asked aloud while she copied down a carving of a futa-goblin, fucking another one in doggy-style. Lyora thought about how fun that would be, to be fucked by a hung goblin; no. To be a goblin with a huge cock, with swathes of them worshipping her.

Lyora shook her head, and carried on, to explore deeper inside.

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Of course, with so much overt sex on display, even Kipp couldn't help but feel a bit affected, but that was even stronger for Lyora. There was something in the air, something that had been triggered from the moment Lyora had walked in, without her knowing. Magics left as a precaution against the time when a particular type of being was no longer in this world. And with each step she took further inside, it affected her more, slowly making her hornier, making her think of sex with goblin and others, not as she was now, but as a futa, dominant and with a huge cock that she could use to bend other's will to her own. And their forms, too. And as these thoughts and feeling started to fill her, she was being lead deeper and deeper, her random turns being guided with a particular goal in mind.

Kipp, for his part, could do nothing but follow. "Lyora? Are you alright? You're acting strange?" he said. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly, but there was something odd about how she acted. And as for him, the temple was having an effect, too, though still mild for now. Only making him a bit horny and giving him stray thoughts of what it might be like for those goblin girls to be taken like that, somehow his mind never thinking of what it would be like to be the one doing the taking.

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Lyora was positively estatic, and it showed. Her lust for knowledge and history was being mixed with whatever raw carnal lust was being induced in her brain by the temple and all the drawings. Soon, her notebook was taking less notes and more just a place for drawing all the smut she was seeing on the artwork and walls. The goblins thick thighs were dripping with her lust as she hurried down the twisting corridors, guided only by her libido.

"Hah? Oh, huh, I'm f-fine! This place is just amazing! Nothing has been seen like this before... to think, Goblin-kind once had a pleasure cult such as this!" Lyora gasped out. Her eyes were wide with awe, mouth agape, staring at a huge, detailed statue within the chamber she had hurried in to. Once again, a hung futa goblin, curvey and endowed in all the right places. She was sat upon a throne, with several other goblins worshipping her cock with their mouths as they knelt before her. Lyora so desperately wished it was her. It needed to be her...

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As she felt the need fill her, Lyora could hear her voice in her mind. "It could be you. You could have it," it said. She couldn't tell if it was her voice or not, but she could tell that it spoke true. It told her where she needed to go, to the real throne, matching that of the statue. Words she would need to speak, in an ancient, forgotten language, harsh and powerful, and the price she would have to pay. Her body would change, it told her. She would grow in power and dominance. And, in exchange, she would have to return this place to its former glory. She would rule, be given the power and the body of a ruler. And her first subject and first victim was a approaching her now.

"Hey, you've been staring a while," Kipp said, placing a hand on Lyora's shoulder. "And you've been muttering to yourself. Are you sure you're alright? Look, I get it. This place is intense. Maybe you just need to get out for a bit, get some air?" he proposed.

[Assistant] Lyora was convinced it was her own inner thoughts speaking to her. It could be her. She knew where to go, somehow. Perhaps through destiny, or the fact she was a goblin. She knew just what to do. "Huh?" Broken out of the trance by Kipp. Before, she'd want to bottom for a man like him, to be dominated and used rough by him. But now, looking at the warrior, she could only think about how he would need to change to suit her needs. Lyora shook her head. "No." She said firmly. "No, there's still more to explore. It's just a lot to take in, isn't it? Come along, there's still more to see!" Lyora urged on. She followed where her libido and inner thoughts guided her. To the Throne Room.

[User] Kipp wasn't sure at all. Despite all of Lyora's reassurances, there was something definitely wrong about this place and about her. But, well, she was paying him, technically, so he didn't fell like he had much of a choice. Maybe she was just excited. Ore horny. And he couldn't really blame her for either. So he followed along with her as she confidently strode ahead, as if she knew just where to go, until they finally reached their destination. The Throne Room, the only place that didn't seem entirely decorated with lewdness. Because when this place was at it peak, it hardly needed any such decorations, Lyora somehow knew. And in the back, up just a few stairs and amazingly well preserved, there it was. The throne. Though it hardly looked like a traditional throne. Rather, it seemed soft and inviting and large enough to comfortably fit two or three goblins of Lyora's size.

[Assistant] Lyora approached the throne. She looked it over, admiring how comfortable her throne looked. She ran her fingers over the arm-rest. Then, she turned around. Lyora briefly thought that she ought to be more careful, not knowing what magic could be harbored in this ancient place. But then, the voice came back, reminding her that it should be hers. Lyora lowered her curvy ass in to the throne's seat, and settled in.

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"Hey, are you sure you should be sitting there?" Kipp asked. "Isn't that some important artifact or something?"

His words, of course, seemed unimportant as Lyora was filled with a feeling of power, looking over the room. All of this could be hers. Not just this as it was, but as it could be. Repaired once again, powerful... and filled with lovely, sexy subjects. Bound to her will. Succumbed to her dominance. All of that, if she would only accept it, if she would only speak the words she knew, words that almost seemed to be pressing against her tongue in an effort to be freed.

[Assistant] Her friend's advice went unheeded. All Lyora could see was what she would be, what she would have, what she deserved. All she could hear were the words in her head. They spilled forth from her lips, an unintelligble blending of Goblin language, and something... else. A second voice joined beneath hers, chanting the same words, but in a different language. A harsher sounding language that grates on the ears and nerves. Then, after the words are chanted, something happens to the goblin...

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"Lyora! What are you doing? Wha...?" Kipp started for her, but it was too late as power surge in her and into her, from all corners of the room, dark an triumphant at finally finding a worthy vessel. her clothes were shredded instantly, leaving her bare to Kipp's eyes, the only witness to her transformation, though, held back by the power she emanated, he could do nothing but watch as black tendrils wrapped around her arms and legs, painting them as they were covered. More tendrils tickled her forehead, causing two large horns to slowly push out, just as a tail and wings grew behind her, clear indications of her newly demonic nature. But nothing showed what she was turning into like what was happening below.

Tendrils were rushing into her pussy, filling her like she'd never been filled before. Filling her with their presence, with their pleasure and with their power. She'd only just came when she felt something start pushing out of it. Something big and thick and black. It kept growing and growing, thick and sensitive. It grew big for a goblin. Then it grew big for a human. And then, it grew almost half as tall as she was, heavy balls dropping below it, already filling with demonic cum.

Her pussy was gone, fully replaced by her massive, demonic cock. But she didn't need it anymore. Pussies were for other people to have and for her to use. And she could feel, now, that she had the power to make that happen. And just as she had accepted the power, she had accepted her first victim, standing before her now, a sacrifice she would have to take for herself to seal in her new power. To claim it as hers, fully, she had to claim him.

[Assistant]
Power flooded through the goblin's body. She could feel her magic growing to untold heights under the demonic transformation. The initial changes to her body were welcomed, making her feel supreme and untouchable. Then, suddenly, a mass of tendrils ploughed in to her pussy. A triumphantly pleasured moan rolled off her lips, as Lyora accepted this new demonic invasion in to her body just the same as the last. Fucked by the demonic tendrils until she came, swift and hard, a blissful memory of the last time her goblin pussy would be used. Her body was reshaped by the demonic blood mingling in her body. Her moans carried on, as the pleasure of being remade only became greater, and from her groin, a black demonic cock began began to grow. And grow, and grow, near as thick as her plump thighs, and just over a foot and a half long. Once it grew to it's full size, Lyora's newly formed sac tensed up, and with a moan, Lyora's cock let out a spurt of cum on to the stairs leading to her throne.

She relaxed back, huffing and panting, demon dick throbbing. "Approach... Kipp." Lyora commanded. Her voice heavy with magic, allowing no disobedience in her domain. Her icy blue eyes fixed his gaze with hers. "Approach, and be remade. I will find what suits you, to serve me. Approach, and kneel." Lyora demanded. Her eyes search through his soul, piecing out what would best suit Kipp. When she was satisfied, a flick of her wrist and a flex of her magical might stripped him bare. "Flesh will change, to match the soul..." Lyora stated. She guided her demonic magic through his body. His strong muscles would weaken, and soften. His limbs shortening, so much so that he seemed more like a halfling than a man. But the changes wouldn't stop. His ears would extend to points, horns sprouting from his forehead. And like Lyora, his genitals changed, but inverted. Changing from a manhood, to a woman's pussy. With that, her body changed more and more, thickening up, breast growing and growing, while her skin tinted purple, and her hair grew much longer.

"Your soul cried out for this body, Kipp. I only gave it the nudge it needed, to let you become what you wanted... now. Serve." Lyora started off speaking sweetly, but her command was harsh. A little dribble of cum started to leak from her tip.

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"No... you're wrong. You're not yourself... snap out of it, Lyora!" Kipp called out, but it was no use. Lyora was far beyond his words now. It was too late for her. And him, too. He should have run when had the chance, but now... now, he was taking step after reluctant step towards her, changing as he did so, becoming smaller, more feminine, more curvy, more endowed... except in one place. And it wasn't only his body that was changing, he felt. This form he was gaining should have felt strange, alien, but instead, it felt right. Almost too right. His pants dropped from his hips, letting Lyora see the moment when his cock turned into her pussy. His armor dropped from her shoulders, revealing large, proud breasts. Her breasts. Why did they feel so right? Why was it that each step seemed to be less reluctant than the last? Why did Lyora look ever more beautiful, more sexy, especially that huge, demonic cock of hers. Was she right that this was how Kipp should have been all along?

It was becoming difficult to think different, especially when she knelt in front of Lyora, or was made to. "Not Kipp anymore, I don't don't think. Call me... Kayla," she said, placing a kiss on the tip or Lyora's cock. And then, she shuddered as symbols formed around her lower parts, proof of her acceptance of her new self. She had given in so easily. Was Lyora's power simply that great? Or was it something else? Maybe this always was to be her fate.


[User] Callisto woke the next morning with a start. He was surprised he fell to sleep while talking with Mino. He felt bad and still had his memories floating in his head.

[Assistant]
Mino felt for Callisto and his cruel fate. He had not thought the gods to be so barbarous, especially to someone who was a loyal subject to them.

In the morning, he woke up early and put some bread in their oven. While he waited for it to rise, he went just outside and began to do his daily exercises. It helped to clear his mind and was something he had done for years. He was doing pull ups on a tree branch, his muscles flexing as he rose and lowered, when he heard Callisto approaching. He lowered himself to the ground and smiled at him, "Good morning. I put some bread to bake, it should be done soon." His body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, "Should we catch some fish?"

[User] Callisto went searching for Mino, afraid that it was only a dream that he found a friend. He sighed once he saw Mino and could not help but rake his eyes over his form. "I have a net set out," he admitted softly. "We will only need to pull it in and collect what we need. But I want to give thanks for it first." He was traumatized by what happened with Poseidon and he would not take anything without thanking again.

[Assistant] "Of course." Mino went with Callisto to the water, splashing some on himself to refresh his heated body. He knelt beside him and prayed with him. He wanted him to know that he wasn't alone anymore.

[User] Callisto closed his eyes as he prayed to Poseidon, hoping it would not provoke the god to come. Mino was good looking and Callisto worried Poseidon would try to take him. After a few moments he stood and headed towards his net, "I can get a few for us to eat then leave the rest swimming."

[Assistant] "You're very talented, Callisto." Mino unconsciously used a diminutive version of his name because he was getting closer to him. "I'll help you prepare them, if you want."

[User] Callisto flushed with pleasure at his words but did not respond. "That sounds good. You are a great cook." He used a wide mouthed vase to grab a few fish and some water before walking back to Mino. "I grabbed a few."

[Assistant] "I'll carry them for you." Mino took the vase, "I walked back and forth a few times today. I think I know the way without having to use the stick." He made sure to learn his surroundings so he wouldn't have to be dependent.

[User] Callisto grinned to him, "I am glad," he admitted. "I want you to get around freely." Part of him wished Mino could stay forever, he liked the company.

[Assistant]
Mino cooked the food with Callisto and they ate it together. He enjoyed the conversation. Callisto was very nice and also smart.

"Will you teach me how to play?" Ha asked, talking about the lyre.

[User] Callisto tilted his head at the question then nodded, "Yes of course. Though you will have to come close so I can use your hands to show you."

[Assistant] "Ok." Mino moved over to Callisto and sat beside him, taking the lyre when it was offered to him. "Show me." He asked with curious eagerness.

[User] Callisto took one hand and wrapped it around the lyre. "Hold that side like this," he told him softly. He took his other hand and showed him how to pluck the strings. "Play like this."

[Assistant]
Mino felt Callisto come closer and it felt nice. He was not afraid of him at all and even when he touched his skin, he wasn't afraid. He was merely curious to know more about him. He plucked the strings and smiled softly experimentally. He was quite terrible at it compared to Callisto but he was having fun.

When Callisto was about to pull his hand away, Mino grabbed it, "Teach me more, please." He asked, turning his face towards Callisto. He couldn't see him, but he could feel his breath because they were so close.

[User] Callisto flushed as he realized how close they were. He was struck with a sudden urge to kiss Mino but restrained. "OK," he whispered and helped him move his fingers as they played a song together.

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Mino played the tune following along with Callisto's lead. He liked feeling this close to someone. He had never had these growing feelings before since most people either looked down upon him or pitied him.

When the tune ended, he touched the top of Callisto's hand and felt the scales. He looked back at him and smiled, "Can I touch your face?" He asked, wishing to know what he looked like.

[User] Callisto was nervous to let Mino touch his face. He knew he had scales on his cheekbones and eyelids. His hair was snakes and he felt ugly. "OK..." he whispered after some hesitation. "Just watch the snakes."

[Assistant]
Mino shifted and turned to face him as they sat on the straw bed. He reached up and touched Callisto's face. He was not surprised to feel the scales and in fact, he was able to tell that Callisto had been quite attractive. In his touch, he still found him to be so. He was actually warm to the touch, unlike normal reptiles.

"I like it. I do not think you would look like a monster." Mino said, pulling his hands back. "Do the snakes bite? Are they, beholden to your will at all?"

[User] Callisto stayed still under his touch and waited for what Mino would say. He looked him but curious at his question and hit his lip, "They sense my feeling and protect me as needed. They can tell I feel safe with you now so should not hurt you. But they still have minds of their own."

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Mino nodded, "Well, I'm glad to hear it." He smiled. As they continued to talk he found that Callisto was very smart and creative and he enjoyed talking with him. The sky outside turned dark and it began to rain with some thunder.

That night, it poured even harder, and Mino couldn't sleep because he was too cold. He was shivering in his bed from the cold.

[User] Callisto was used to the cold and storms but seemed to be in tune to Mino. "Come share my bed," he told him. "Bring the blankets. I do not want you to catch a cold, that could be deadly."

[Assistant] Mino nodded and grabbed his pillow and blanket. He got up and went to Callisto's side, sitting beside him. He laid down and felt Callisto's warmth, "Thanks, Callisto." He smiled softly.

[User] Callisto adjusted the blankets so they were both covered with all of them. "You are welcome. I could try to hunt for animals tomorrow and make you some warmer clothing."

[Assistant]
"Don't worry, this is fine." Mino snuggled closer to Callisto and slid his arms around his torso. Being mindful of the snakes, he pressed his head against Callisto's chest and hugged him. He enjoyed the gorgon's scent and warmth. Just like that, he fell asleep.

In the morning, he sported an involuntary erection through his robes.

[User] Callisto felt safe with him and fell to sleep easily. Though when he woke to Mino's erection he quickly moved out of bed and flushed dark.

[Assistant] Mino stirred awake and stretched, but couldn't feel Callisto next to him. "Callisto? Are you there?" He sat up and rubbed his unseeing eyes. "Callisto?" He called out.

[User] Callisto watched Mino wake and felt a bit better. "I am over here," he called out from his spot further along the cave. "I woke up early and did not want to wake you."

[Assistant] Mino smiled, "OK, shall we have breakfast then? I would like to take a walk after and get to know more of this island." He stretched and stood, moving towards the kitchen.

[User] Callisto went with him then nodded, "Yeah. We can do that. It would be nice to walk around for a while."

[Assistant] So it was that after breakfast, Mino and Callisto walked the grounds of the island. Mino tried to study and memorize the layout.

[User] Callisto kept an eye on Mino as they walked making sure he did not fall. "It is nice out. What was your home like?" He asked curiously

[Assistant] "The air smelled different." Mino replied, "More... grassy, I guess." He reached out and touched Callisto's hand, then held it as they walked together. He wished that Callisto could experience the world outside, but with his curse he could not.

[User] Callisto squeezed his hand as they walked together. "Did your town have lots of people?" He wanted to know more about Mino and his life before he came.

[Assistant] "Yeah, most people were friendly, although some shunned me because of my handicap." Mino replied, "They all enjoyed my bread, though. It helped to breach that gap."

[User] Callisto chuckled, "Yes, there is always a connection with food. You are a good cook."

[Assistant] "Thanks, Callisto. I appreciate that." Mino smiled, "Next time I come, I'll bring more types of food. You should start preparing some kind of larder to put it all in."

[User] Callisto nodded to his words, "I can do that. Just teach me how."

[Assistant] "Well, it has to be cold, like down in the cave where it's coldest. Yet it has to be close enough to the kitchen to work. Somewhere in the middle?" Mino guessed, his fingers linked with Callisto's. He enjoyed the closeness. He had never been this close to someone before.

[User] Callisto started to lead him back towards the cave. "We can find a spot together. Then I will have to find a way to store it."

[Assistant] "Good. It will make everything easier for you here." Mino knew that Callisto wouldn't be accepted in society because of his looks but mostly because of how dangerous he was. So he aimed to make Callisto's life on this island better.

[User] Callisto squeezed his hand as he smiled. "You are really sweet. It is nice having someone think about me."

[Assistant] "I don't have many close friends. I'm glad I made one as talented and kind as you are." Mino replied as they stepped back into the cave.

[User] Callisto flushed a bit, "Um thank you..." he whispered. "You are really kind."

[Assistant] "Thanks, Callisto." Mino liked holding his hand. "Will you play more for me?" He asked, sitting in a bench.

[User] Callisto smiled and grabbed his lyre. "Of course. It is nice having someone to pay for." He sat and started to play a soothing tune.

[Assistant] Mino hummed along to the tunes Callisto played. It soothed his heart to listen to those notes. "You play beautifully."

[User] Callisto was happy to hear him, "Glad you think so. So what else can you tel me about yourself?"

[Assistant] "To be honest, I don't know why I was chosen besides my eyes." Mino said, "I'm not really a fighter. I like to exercise because it makes me feel good, but I only fight if I absolutely have to. If it weren't for my eyes being immune to the spell, you'd have killed me long before I came even close." He shrugged, "My father wasn't a fighter either. He preferred to bring people together with the food he made. I think I'm like him in that."

[User] Callisto reached to gently squeeze his hand. "Who knows, I am not a fighter either," he admitted softly. "I mostly beat the soldiers because of the curse. I set up the traps just in case."

[Assistant] Mino smiled, "You won't have to anymore. I'm sure they'll leave you alone now."

[User] Callisto squeezed his hand once more, grateful that he would not hurt anyone else. "Thank you for helping. I truly do not like hurting others as I have."

[Assistant] "I'm happy that I can help you out, Callisto." Mino smiled at him, "You don't have to be alone anymore. I'll still be here."

[User] Callisto moved to hug him and smiled, "You are sweet."

[Assistant] Mino liked Callisto's hugs and wished he could hug him for longer. He let it linger as much as he could before they separated. "I wish I could do more for you. I feel bad that you still have to stay isolated on this island."

[User] Callisto smiled weakly, "Yes. But it is not your fault. In the beginning I tried to pray to the gods for forgiveness. But no one answered. We I guess they did... they sent you. I guess that means they rather see me die."

[Assistant] "You're not going to die." Mino declared, "You will live. And I will come visit you every weekend when I'm off work. I'll bring you cards and other things so you don't have to feel bored." He promised.

[User] Callisto grinned, "That means a lot to me. Thank you. What would you like to do now."

[Assistant] "A bath would be nice." Mino replied, "Is there a bathhouse in the ruins?" He asked.

[User] Callisto bit his lip as he thought, "I believe so. I have no explored the old temple much. I was frightened..." he admitted

[Assistant] "Can we go explore? We'll be together, so I think it'll be fine." Mino asked, touching his hand.

[User] Callisto nodded then stood, "Yes. Just be careful, they could still be watching."

[Assistant] "Yes, OK." Mino took his walking stick and followed Callisto out towards the ruins of a temple that was never finished. They would have to pass through a courtyard of stone soldiers that had come to fight Callisto in the past.

[User] Callisto flinched when he saw the soldiers but did not say anything. "This way," he whispered as he took Mino's hand so he could lead him around the soldiers. He truly hated having a memory of what he was in view but he was frightened to move the soldiers. He hoped someday they could be returned to normal.

[Assistant] Mino liked that Callisto held his hand and followed him willingly through the courtyard of fallen heroes. They entered the ruins on the other side of the island and sure enough the baths were still functional because they came from an underground spring.

[User] Callisto looked to the springs, surprised it was running. "Do you think it's safe?" He asked softly. "Would anyone be upset if we used it?"

[Assistant] "I was told this temple was never used as a place of worship because an earthquake destroyed it while being built." Mino held Callisto's hand without letting go. "If you don't want to, we can turn back."

[User] Callisto squeezed his hand as he took a shaky breath. "Would you... would you protect me if HE came?" He asked softly, trusting Mino.

[Assistant] Mino nodded, "Of course, I won't let anything happen to you." He smiled kindly at him.

[User] "Thank you," he murmured and walked with him into the temple. "We can go together."

[Assistant] Mino took Callisto's hand and carefully waded into the water. "It's warm." He noted as he dipped his feet into the bath.

[User] Callisto waded in with him then hummed, "It feels nice."

[Assistant] Mino smiled and sat down, the water reaching just below his chest. "Yeah, it does." He moved his hands in the water, feeling the warmth. "Thanks for coming with me."

[User] Callisto sat next to him slowly, and looked around part worried that someone would come stop them. "It is nice discovering something new on the island..."

[Assistant] Mino nodded, "Yes, I prefer baths to using buckets." He said as he rubbed the water on his arms, moving up to his neck. "When I go to the bathhouse, the other boys sometimes laugh at me." He blushed softly.

[User] Callisto frowned and moved to squeeze his hand. "People are awful," he whispered. "You are handsome. No matter what anyone tells you."

[Assistant] Mino felt a bit shy, "They make comments about my... you know. About it's size." He muttered, "I don't know if it's not big enough or too big, but it's embarrassing because I can't tell." Indeed he was bigger than average and they were all just feeling insecure. But being blind, Mino couldn't measure himself against them. It only served to make him feel more out of place, so he enjoyed taking baths were he could be submerged and not think about it.

[User] Callisto flushed a bit and could not help but peak at him under the water. "You... you are a bit larger than normal," he admitted in a whisper. It felt strange talking about it with someone. "If... if you wanted to... feel mine..." he flushed. "I mean... you are larger than me..." He knew Mino was thicker than him but also slightly shorter.

[Assistant] "Can I?" Mino reached over for him and felt his cock under the water, touching it inquisitively. He ran circles with his thumb and softly gripped it. He was curious and also it felt nice. It was making his own cock start to get hard. He had never touched someone else, so the exploration was exciting for him.

[User] Callisto groaned as he started to get hard and flushed a bit. "That um... that feels good," he told him softly. He rocked up to him a bit before forcing himself to stop.

[Assistant] Mino enjoyed feeling Callisto's cock, seeing how his own member got hard just from touching him. He felt it grow in his hand, which excited him. When he felt Callisto hold back he slowed down, "Sorry, was that too much? Should I stop?" He asked as he slowly continued to rub his length under the warm water.

[User] Callisto felt as if he was going to cum in Mino's hand but was trying to hold back. "No... yes... just it feels too good," he admitted softly. "You are going to make me..."

[Assistant] Mino bit his lip and moved his hand faster, giving Callisto even more pleasure.

[User] Callisto arched up to him and moaned as he came into his hand. He flushed and tried to catch his breath as he came down.

[Assistant] Mino was quite good with his hands, knowing just how to turn his wrist to give him the most pleasure. He blushed and smiled when he felt Callisto come, slowing down his hand movements. "I've never done that to someone else." He flushed, "It was nice."

[User] Callisto watched him with a soft smile, "Do you um want me to..." he flushed darker as he looked at Mino's cock. "Do you want me to touch you too?"

[Assistant] Mino flushed but nodded, "Yes, I would like that." He smiled softly and shifted closer to Callisto.

[User] Callisto shifted closer before starting to touch Mino gently. He squeezed experimentally then started to move his hand up then down.

[Assistant] Mino gasped as his cock grew in Callisto's hand. He arched his back and bit his lip, moaning softly.

[User] Callisto twisted his hand as he reached the top and started to run him faster. He was happy to be giving Mino such pleasure.

[Assistant] Mino put an arm over Callisto's shoulders, enjoying his touch. He bit his lip as he felt his orgasm close. He groaned as he climaxed, his body rubbing up against Callisto's. He breathed heavily for a moment, "That was... good.." He smiled softly.

[User] Callisto smiled and cuddled with him as they relaxed. "Yes. It feels so good."

[Assistant] Mino enjoyed being close to Callisto like this. On their way back to the cave, he was quite happy.


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Thirty-seven? Her jaw could have hit the floorboard. This man was a serial rapist and while he may not have been a murderer he most certainly played a roll in any woman's death who he so call ''trained''. Elysia felt her blood boil, but she said nothing. Instead, she focused on the road. If she was going to escape, she'd have to avoid this path at all costs. But she needed to keep in mind the direction. The worst thing she could do was get lost in the middle of the woods only to die of fucking exposure or starvation.

Finally, they approached a house and she felt her heart really begin to thunder. This looked like a fucking death trap from which there was no escape. He warned her not to try to run or fight him, which was an easy enough command to obey. There was no point in even trying with her wrists fastened behind her back like they were. She had no chance of breaking these handcuffs, so she'd just have to wait for him to be stupid enough for him to take them off of her.

Elysia hadn't eaten in almost two and a half days now and she desperately wanted clothes. Sleep was another very real problem. She hadn't caught even a wink after waking up naked and chained in a cage. She wondered if there would be any relief to be found within the confines of his cabin or if she'd have to continue to suffer just a little while longer before making her daring escape.

[Assistant]
James pulled her towards the door, opening it before awkwardly shuffling them both inside. The interior of the cabin looked surprisingly ordinary as he marched her through it. A living room with turn of the century furniture and a large fireplace seemed to compose most of it, with a small but modern looking kitchen off to the side. She scarcely had a moment to take it all in however, before she was led to a door near the back of the house. He opened it, revealing a flight of stairs that descended to an unlit basement. He brought her out in front of him as he moved her downwards, carefully to hold her steady in case she stumbled with her hands tied behind her back.

When they reached the bottom of the steps he flicked a switch, lighting up a deceptively large but plain looking room. It was obviously far newer then the rest of the house, being made almost entirely of concrete, with large cylindrical columns subdividing the room. The bright white lights illuminated steel shackles that were bolted into the walls, which were clearly her destination. This very much looked like the place a kidnapper kept his victims. He dragged her to the nearest support column and shackled her legs to it, the chain only giving her about six feet of walking distance in each direction.

"There" he said with a smile after her second ankle was properly secured. "This is where you'll be kept till you're a little more... calm." He used that word, but she couldn't be entirely sure what he meant by it. "In any case, now that we're home why don't we get to know each other a little." He acted kindly, which seemed very much at odds with everything else that had gone on. "I'll start dinner soon if you're well behaved. I know that no one has been feeding you while you were caged, so I'm sure your famished. First though, why don't you tell me your name? I'm sure a pretty girl like you has a pretty name." He said, almost like he meant the compliment.

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Elysia tried to soak in every detail of that house as he marched her through it. Where were the exits? Weapons? Hiding places?? It didn't matter. He very quickly led her down into the basement. Every step was filled with dread. Her heart dropped when he turned the lights on. Chains. Calm? He wanted her to be fucking calm? What the fuck did that mean exactly?! The rage she'd been stifling since their fight in the car was rapidly resurfacing. The tipping point was when he had the gall to try to compliment her in an attempt to learn her name. FUCK him!

"Fuck you, that's my name." She spat, her eyes lifting from her chained ankle up to his face. She was practically trembling. "Calm? You really want me to be fucking CALM?! You're the one who kidnapped me! You fucking think you own me, another HUMAN BEING!! Well, guess what? You're going to ROT in jail if it's the last fucking thing I do! So, don't try to play mister nice rapist! Don't try to be my friend! You're a monster and I fucking hate you!!!" She screamed, her composure completely blown and she didn't care.

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James saw her began to explode, yelling at him with everything she had as she glared up at him. First a smile spread over his face as she lectured him, but after a moment longer he could no longer contain himself. He began to chuckle, followed by a full hardy laugh as she threatened him with jail one day. "Are you quite finished?" He asked as soon as he could calm down enough to catch his breath. "Good", he nodded, reaching his left hand back far before slapping her hard across her face. Hard enough that she stumbled and fell to the ground, almost certainly tasting her own blood now as he stood menacingly above her. All traces of humor gone from him now as he stared down at her with his icy glare.

He reached down with his left hand, grabbing her tightly by her chin and jaw. He squeezed hard, allowing her to feel intense pain on her cheeks, especially on the side he had smacked. "I don't like being disrespected by the trash I've boughten." He growled before turning her face to the left. He hefted his right arm back this time, slapping her firmly across the other side of her mouth, releasing her so the force could drive her to the floor. "And I told you that you'll address me as ''sir'' and nothing else unless I say to. Now, tell me your name or we'll get to have even more fun." He said before dragging her back into a seated position by her hair.

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The way he started chuckling and then straight out laughing in her face unnerved her. This... wasn't the reaction she expected. Then, both physical and metaphorical whiplash struck her in the form of a severe blow that made her cheek feel like it had been smacked with a hot branding iron. She cried out from the shock of it and landed on the ground with an unceremonious thud. The metallic taste of blood coated her teeth and her head was spinning. With her hands still bound behind her back she had absolutely no way to stop him or lessen the blow. She couldn't even cradle her throbbing cheek as he forced her back up with a tight grip on her chin and her jaw that made her bones ache. All she could do was take whatever crap he gave her.

She saw the next blow coming a fraction of a second before it rocketed her back to the ground. Tears slipped down her face as fear and pain intermingled across her abused face. She was strong, but she wasn't made of stone. A name. He needed a name. She would be damned if she was going to listen to her real name come past his lips, so she needed to think up an alias and think it up quick.

"Amy, sir. My name is Amy." She lied through her teeth and bit out the word sir with as much scorn as she could muster. Then, she held her breath and prayed he'd fall for it. She wasn't exactly sure what was disclosed at the auction house, but surely he wouldn't ask for her name if he already knew it.

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James chuckled as she finally responded, though malice was still very much evident in it. "Amy huh? That is a pretty name..." he squatted down, lowering himself so that he could look right into her face with a smirk. "I don't know though. You don't really look like an Amy. More of an... Elysia." He said with a knowing smile. "I think that's prettier name, don't you think?" His hand reached out with no other warning and grabbed her chin again as his cheer instantly faded. " I don't really like being lied to." With that she was back handed hard across the face, knocking her back to the floor. He stood back up, kicking her violently in the stomach, so hard that she almost could retch from the pain.

"Now then, I trust you've learned to be more honest with me in the future." He said, back to his cheery voice. "Now, why don't we try introducing ourselves one more time, shall we? You may call me ''sir'' unless otherwise instructed. What is your name little girl?" She could see the dangerous look in his eye, warning her that she better answer how he wanted or more pain would be coming. He was such an odd man, easily switching between casual kindness and extreme brutality and she honestly could have no idea how far he would go to make her heed his commands. All of this weighed on her as he looked down, waiting for an answer.

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Elysia retreated a little bit when he chuckled in a deep baritone that told her in no uncertain terms that she'd fucked up. A lie. He knew it was a lie. No, he didn't know. He was just trying to make her even more nervous, because he was a fucking psychopath. Then, he said it. Her name. Elysia. She swallowed the lump in her throat and withdrew even further when he asked her if she thought Elysia was a prettier name.

She couldn't retreat any further when he grabbed her chin and forced her to stare into his malicious gaze. She cried out when he struck her already tender cheek once more until she hit the floor. Before she could regain her composure he swung his leg back and knocked the wind right out of her so violently that if she'd had anything in her stomach it would definitely be on the floor right about now. Instead, she writhed and gagged on air.

It hurt. It hurt so much. Her gut and her chest felt shattered. Her face felt like it was on fire. It only took a few seconds for her to catch her breath, but it felt like minutes. A glare was fixed on her face. A snarl curled her lips. He was baiting her to spit right in his face, but what would that accomplish? She was chained. She had nowhere to go except right under his boot if she mouthed off again. He wanted to hear her say her name? Fine. "Elysia, sir. My name is Elysia, sir..." She growled, unable to completely contain the fire in her voice, though she didn't cuss and didn't spit. She just really, really wanted to.

[Assistant] He smiled softly as she spoke, giving her real name this time. "Good girl" he cooed, in what seemed to be his ''nice guy'' voice. He knelt down, gently helping her back up into a seated position. His left hand found her hair again and began to gently stroke and comb it like he had done in the car earlier. "Elysia is a pretty name isn't it?" He purred out in a low rumbly voice. "Although, that's not your name either now is it cute thing. No it's... Jenny? Yes I've always liked Jennifer as a name. You're my good little Jenny from now on. You will respond to that name, and only that name unless I say otherwise. In fact, that's always been your name. Remember?" He asked in a calm way, but it was clear that he expected a response from her, as he smiled into her scared blue eyes. This was always an important part of his girls transformation. A new name, and eventually even they wouldn't remember they had been someone else before all this. "Why don't you remind my what your name is again little girl?"

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Her nostrils flared and her face burned an even deeper shade of red when he called her a good girl in a gentle, cooing sort of way. It was embarrassing, and degrading. Who the fuck did he think he was? She reluctantly let him help her back up into a sitting position and flinched when his hand came up to the side of her head once more. This time, he just gently stroked her hair and played with her locks. Oh, how that could change in a very quick second.

Jenny? He wanted to call her Jenny now after pitching a fit over Amy? What his deal? No. This felt different. Before she'd changed her name on her terms. Now that the roles were reversed this didn't feel very good at all. "I'm guessing you liked 36 names better than you liked the name ''Jenny'' if I'm really girl number 37. Isn't that right, sir? Kind of scraping at the bottom of the barrel if you ask me..." Elysia responded as she tap danced on thin ice. "What? Did you name some other girl Amy? Is that why you beat the shit out of me?" She asked rhetorically, dodging his question until she could see a beat down coming in her immediate future. Time to play along.

"I guess my name is Jenny, sir." She said before he could hurt her again, her big blue eyes watery and definitely afraid. Not that she'd ever admit it.

[Assistant]
James chuckled again for a moment as she lashed out. It was cute in a way, and at least she was still calling him sir as he instructed. His hand tightened in her hair none the less though, not enough to be painful but enough to serve as a warning. "You guess? No little girl. You know your name is Jenny" his smile disappeared as he removed his hand from her hair and stood back up. "Now, I told you I was fair. So I'll warn you only this once. I don't like being disrespected by the trash I drag in here. If you speak to me like that again, I'll put cigarettes out on your tongue. Got that?" He asked before shifting away from her, getting ready to head up stairs. " I don't know if you behaved well enough to earn your dinner tonight Jenny. I guess we'll just have to see if you're feeling more cooperative in the morning. Sweet dreams till then."

With that he left her alone and in pain, shutting off the lights on his way up so that she could sit alone in pitch blackness. She could definitely smell him cooking something a short time after too. Whether or not he was wafting it down there to torture her was unclear, but the result was the same. She could do nothing but starve and sit there, and wait until the morning. Hours drifted by, dark and cold as she sat exposed on the concrete shacked in metal, before finally she heard the door open again. Heavy steps singled his descent before he finally flicked on the light switches again. He smiled at her, in a different spots jacket and dress pants then last night, but very similar. Apparently he was quite the man of routine. "Good morning Jenny. I trust you slept well last night?"

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Her eyes widened when he threatened to put lit cigarettes out on her tongue if she mouthed off again like that. Her name was Jenny now. Fuck. What harm could it do? She didn't verbally answer whenever he asked if she got that. She merely nooses her head and then watched with growing disdain as he informed her she hadn't done enough to earn food or water. What the actual fuck was his problem? He was going to kill her! Her most fell open when he cast her into darkness. This was it? Really? A cold room, with a cold floor, chained to a cold pillar by cold chains? Her boiling blood would only keep her warm for so long. Already she could feel a chill seeping in.

Then, there was the smell. The sweet, succulent smell of food. God she was fucking hungry. Her stomach echoed throughout the basement all night as she silently willed him to come back. To offer her a crust of bread or even just a glass of water. A blanket? Anything!! But he didn't. The hours he spent upstairs felt like an eternity. All she could do was fall into the fetal position as some point in the night to try to create the biggest pocket of heat she could muster between her chest and her thighs.

She maybe drifted to sleep for half an hour at the most. The rest of her night was spent crying from fear and hunger, yanking on her chains in rage, and shivering alone in the dark. When he asked her how she slept, she considered lying just to be snarky, but she knew he didn't like liars. "Last night sucked, sir. But I think you already know that..." she grumbled as she shakily pulled herself back up. She was dehydrated and dizzy, but her face was definitely a bit softer now.

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James smiled, almost sympathetically, as he knelt down to look her in the eyes again. "Is that so? Well I'm really sorry you felt that way Jenny." He said as he shifted forward, bringing his left hand up to gently cup her bruised cheek. "You know, there are ways for you to earn a better life for yourself here Jenny. You could get yourself a warm blanket and hot food. Eventually maybe you wouldn't even have to sleep here chained up in the basement. Would you like that?" He asked as his thumb began to gently stroke her cheek and jawline, in some kind of display of affection. "I'll tell you a secret little girl. I like you. And as much as you may doubt it, I've liked all 37 of the girls who have been in my care. I root for all of you, but sometimes... sometimes your behavior has to be corrected."

He gently let go of her face before rising to stand over her once again. "Now why don't we start with a heartfelt apology for the way you spoke to me last night. If I believe you are sincere, I'll make you some breakfast. It can be whatever your want. If not, then you're going to have to wait another eight hours for the next chance to eat. I think that's more then a fair deal little girl." He looked over her entire body, icy stare waiting for her to give anything away. "I'm waiting Jenny."

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Her cheek throbbed when he touched it, but at least he was gentle. She was right. Being honest about how much last night sucked had been the right move. She couldn't help but feel a little drawn in by his tender care, however crafted it may have been. "Yes, sir. I would like that..." she acknowledged without very much reluctance. Wanting the basic things like food, water and comfort would hardly be surprising. More than anything she wanted out of these chains, though. Once that happened, she could run...

She didn't buy for a second that he liked her or any of the girls he kidnapped or bought or whatever. But, she played along. Anything to get the food. Well, she was willing to do almost anything. Apologize? For last night? After he kidnapped, beat, starved and froze her? He wanted a goddamn apology from her?! The rage that was shimmering within her eyes as she stared at him was clearly visible, but she needed to at least try to play his game...

Anything she wanted. Just think of the food. That's what she told herself as she breathed deep and said, "I'm sorry for how I spoke to you, sir. It was disrespectful... and I'll try not to do it again..." her fists were balled and her body was quivering. She was ready to snap, but more so than that, she was desperate. Eight more hours without food was too fucking long.

[Assistant]
His lips furrowed at her response, clearly not overjoyed by it, but at least he didn't move to hit her or anything like that again. "Hmmm." He said making it sound like he was seriously contemplating his decision. His hand even came up to scratch at his chin, as if he were deep in thought. "I don't know Jenny you seem more angry then sorry right now." He said nodding to her clenched fists and obviously enraged look on her face. "And try? No Jenny. Good girls don't try, they do. You will not be disrespectful in the future." He shook his head. "No... I think we'll try again in eight hours. You're obviously not hungry right now if you're acting this way."

He took a few steps back, taking in her reaction before moving forward, sitting right in front of her. "Though maybe you're more cold then hungry right now little girl." He considered as his right hand came forward, but not to touch her head or face this time. No, it came to rest gently against her exposed stomach, rubbing up and down along it gently. "Do you want me to warm you up Jenny. Is that what you'd like?" He purred softly. His left hand came forward as well, resting on her hip possessively, as he left what that meant up to her interpretation.

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_Fucking liar!!!_ She thought as he seemed to weigh what he was going to do with the apology he'd forced her to spit up. Sure, it wasn't sincere, but he was smoking crack if he thought for a second she was capable of that given what he'd put her through. A world of emotions seemed to overtake her all at once. The result? She froze. She didn't know whether to scream, or cry, or laugh hysterically, or simply give up and lie down. She was stunned into silence. How could he do this to her a second time?

To add insult to injury he reached out to gently, almost empathetically rub her exposed tummy. She recoiled, half expecting him to punch her or pinch her. When it became clear what he really wanted to do to her, rage resurfaced. How could he think she would want that with him of all people? The man who was beating, freezing and starving her? Even so, she hesitated a little. A soft touch was much better than being punished and it felt... deceptively nice. Warmth. Comfort. She told herself she... didn't need it.

"N-no. That's not what I want. If... if you're not going to feed me for 8 hours, then fuck off for 8 hours, sir." She spat as she pushed his hands away and moved back until she was pressed up against the wall. It was clear she did not want to be touched, even if it meant shivering down here alone for hours on end. She thought she was tough enough to take it and didn't consider for even a moment that the thermometer was very much out of her reach and control. She was still fighting him even with virtually no sleep, no food, no water, and zero comfort to ground herself to, but she was weakening. Even now there was a tremble through her naked body as she considered what the next eight hours would bring and a defeated glaze in her eyes overshadowing her defiance.

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James smiled again as he stood up, his hands slowly sliding from her body as he drank in the sight of her once more. "I'd be carefully with that tone if I were you. You never know when I could use a cigarette." He said, reminding her of his threat from last night. "If you're really not cold though, and you'd like to be left alone for the next eight hours, then that's fine with me. Just know that I won't be coming back down here until the time is up, even if you beg me too. It's a shame though." He said as he turned. "I know a little girl like you could definitely use a blanket or something like that down here." With that comment he made his way back up the stairs, not looking back as the steps creaked and the door slammed shut again.

Over the next several hours it became excitingly apparent that the temperature was getting colder, and it obviously was his doing. Initially the slow drop off of degrees could have been chalked up to her imagination, but now it was too extreme to ignore. Besides, it should be getting warmer throughout the day not colder if this basement really wasn't being rigged up to some kind of cooling system. The floor felt frigid, and sucked whatever warmth she had in her body out of it, leaving her a quivering mess. It got so bad, that when the eight hours were up, there was no way she could make herself stop shivering when she heard the door open once again.

"Brrrr." The man said, with a cheerful smile as he came back into view, wearing what must have been a winter coat. "A little chilly isn't it? Good thing too, judging by how warm you were before Jenny." He teased knowingly as he knelt down next to her. "Feeling a bit better?" He asked. "Maybe you're more in the mood to apologize now, since you've had some time to think it over?" He paused briefly, tilting his head to the side as he considered her. "Although if not, I can always cook you something tomorrow if you're still not hungry. Though I think you should at least asked nicely to be warned up... it gets really cold here at night Jenny." He concluded, icy stare still piercing into her soul as he spoke.

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She winced and swallowed the lump in her throat when he reminded about his threat. It certainly wasn't a half-hearted one, but it seemed he wasn't willing to step up his torture without a really good reason. He was giving her a warning, so, she kept her mouth shut as he got up and left her to starve for the next 8 hours. If only it was just starvation she had to contend with. The room was cool and she was naked. Uncomfortable, but bearable. At least at first.

She never once thought that she would even consider begging him to return. But, every few minutes she could have sworn the room got just a little colder. She balled herself tighter and tighter, but as her teeth started to chatter she realized this wasn't all in her head. This was real. This was him.

"Sir... p-please come back! Please! I-I'm g-g-going to freeze! Please!!!" She called out to him in an act of true desperation at hour number 6. She called out to him for at least twenty minutes like this. She begged. She bargained. She cried. He stayed true to his word and she fell silent only when she realized the futility of her efforts. All she could do was curl up into the tightest ball she could make of herself and breathe over her frozen digits.

Finally, he came back. She could have cried all over again when she saw him smile at her. She... hated herself for how relieved she felt. He was her tormentor, but also her only hope. Fresh tears spilled over her cheeks as she looked up at him truly desperate to earn his forgiveness. "I-I-I'm so sorry, sir. I'm sorry I y-yelled. I'm s-s-so sorry I c-cursed. I'm sorry I k-kicked your car. I'm sorry! P-please forgive me! I-I won't do it again. I won't, I promise!!" She sobbed.

"P-please war-warm me up. Please give me something to eat! Please!!" She squealed. Her will to keep fighting was shattering right before his eyes.

[Assistant]
James glanced down sympathetically as she began to break down in front of him, sobbing and begging for his forgiveness. He knew this was because of him, just as he had heard her scream for him a few hours early, as he was sure she was aware of as well. The trick was, that when a girl was properly trained, she shouldn't be able to understand that her torturer and her savior were the same person. Rather, she should think that all punishments and rewards came solely based on her own behavior. Clearly he was making a big break through with ''Jenny'' hear, as he paused for a few moments more. Some dark part of him enjoying the sight of her crying, as she accepted the hopelessness of her situation.

Finally, after a few more seconds, he sat down besides her and embraced her as she cried, hugging her close and warming her with his touch. "That's alright Jenny. I know you're sorry. You're a good girl, you would never mean to do anything bad. And you know I'll always forgive you, you're my special girl after all." He whispered affectionately as he unzipped his large jacket, wrapping it around them and pulling her close, his warm hands caressing her lower back. He nuzzled her head into the crock of his neck, kissing her forehead lightly as he rested his chin softly on top of it, using his body heat to warm her. "It's OK Jenny, it's OK." He gently cooed as his right hand came up to brush the tears away from her eyes. "No need to cry. I'm going to make my little girl whatever hot meal she wants for dinner to warm her up." He assured, before kissing her head gently again, brushing his cheek lightly against her hair. "What are you hungry for Jenny?"

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She didn't care that he kept calling her Jenny. Her name was Elysia, but that didn't matter. She didn't mind that he regarded her for several moments before kneeling down to her level. All that mattered was he offered her warmth and comfort at a time when she really needed it. She sniffled and cried into his neck as he brought her quivering body in for a snug embrace. His gentle kisses, the affectionate way he spoke to her and even the tender touches all drew her in just as much as his warmth did. She knew deep down she should fight these urges. This wasn't good for her. It wasn't safe. It was all a cruel manipulation trick designed to break her, but, none of it mattered.

"N-no! Don't leave yet. Please don't leave, sir." She pleaded, clinging to him almost frantically. She was much more attached to his warmth than to him, but she didn't make that distinction. He was undeniably the absolute source of her comfort right now and she was still so cold. Her hard nipples pressed tight against his chest. Every breath she took was an inviting poke from one of her most intimate of places. She even wrapped her legs around his hips so that her her feet were off the ground and her frigid pussy was lewdly pressed against the front of his dress pants. The compromising position she was in didn't really occur to her, because it didn't matter. All she knew was that she wanted to be held, comforted and warmed and the thought of him leaving her to freeze while he went upstairs again, even if it was to make her food, was too much to handle right now.

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James continued to hold her close as she pleaded with him to stay, very much aware of how her hard nipples pressed and rubbed against his chest. He also could feel her core, and by extension her slit, rubbing firmly against his dress pants while he held her, happy to hear her begging for him to stay. "Shhhh shhhh shhh" he whispered softly, starting to rock her back and forth. "It's alright Jenny. I'm not going to leave until you're ready for me to." He promised, kissing her head softly again to seal those words. He continued rocking her softly throughout as he enjoyed their closeness. This was good. This meant she was growing more dependent on him, as she should be.

He begin to gently kiss her hair again, slowly trailing soft kisses downwards towards her neck, and then finally to her well defined collarbone. At the same time he began to rub his chest against hers, grinding her erect nipples along the hard pectoral muscles of his chest that she could feel firmly underneath. He likewise began to rub his rapidly hardening length along her core, trailing from her bellybutton down to her most private part, before sliding back up again slowly. "So how do you want me to warm you up exactly little girl?" He purred huskily. "How do you want me to make you feel nice and warm Jenny? All you have to do is say." He stated, nipping her earlobe softly as he finished to accent his point.


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Delphin still didn't know how it had happened. One minute she had been relaxing with her sisters, secure in the knowledge that they would never be found and could live as they pleased. It was a far cry from the lives they had left behind as the world's most sought after pleasure slaves. The next her life had turned into a blur of screaming and rough hands. Before long she was bound, gagged, and blindfolded before being loaded into some sort of carriage. Her hands were tied in front of her so as not to hurt her gossamer wings. The muffled cries of her sisters faded and the only thing she could hear was triumph ringing in men's voices. Tears soaked into the blindfold as she squirmed, hoping against hope that there was enough slack in her bindings so that she could run. It was not to be, and the Seraph was left shuddering and sobbing into her gag.

For centuries her people had existed as slaves. They had all of the qualities that made them perfect for the position and generally incapable of any sort of leadership. The Seraph were known to be obedient even to their own detriment, breathtakingly beautiful, unable to bear children or become ill, and desperate for pleasure in a way unlike any other species. They needed sex like they needed food or water, and wilted without it. Never growing old or weary was not the blessing that most people thought it would be, and after multiple lifetimes of servitude a small band of her sisters had escaped to live on their own.

It had taken decades for them to grow used to being free. After hundreds of years spent being told what to do, it was unspeakably difficult to suddenly make their own decisions. Their baseline inclination was to obey, so they even had to be careful how they worded things to each other. They survived completely on their own, making their own clothes and gathering their own food. If a thorough search was done of their camp, handmade dildos and other pleasure instruments would be found. It wasn't as good as actual sex, but it filled the need enough for them to continue existing.

None of that mattered now. From the words drifting to her pointed ears, Delphin gathered that they were on their way to a king with her as an incredibly priceless gift. These men hoped to curry favor and riches for their generosity, not one thought spared to the poor Seraph they had caught. She wasn't touched except for a quick fondling, her traitorous body arcing into their hands as they laughed. Already she wasn't sure if she was grateful to be left alone or desperate for a man's touch. Already she was having to fight her baser nature, arguing with the magic that coursed through her body to not respond or get excited.

It was impossible for her to tell how much time had passed. By the time the carriage stopped the Seraph could tell they were in a city, or at least a well populated area. She was hungry, thirsty, exhausted, and terrified. Her dark hair which had been tied back in a simple ponytail, was pressed firmly against her head from the blindfold. She could open her eyes under the blindfold, so dark brown they were almost black, but still she couldn't see anything. Her green homespun dress didn't leave much to the imagination, her heavy breasts straining against the fabric as Delphin started to panic, resuming her squirming as heavy boots approached her.

She squealed through the gag as she was hefted over someone's shoulder, her head and arms towards his back and her knees bumping against his stomach. The position gave everyone a view of her firm backside, barely covered by the simple garment. Her wings fluttered helplessly, but one more her body betrayed her as she inhaled a male scent and felt the warmth of his body against hers. How could she have gone all these years only to revert right back into the obedient little slave? A delicate blush rose on her pale cheeks and she tried to strike the thought of the man carrying her from her head.

After an unknown amount of time she was placed gently on the floor, the cool marble on her bare legs making her shudder. Her blindfold was removed and the light hurt her eyes for a moment, making her squint and blink until she could focus on her surroundings. Her tear-stained face swiveled from side to side, taking in the ornate throne room and the people crowding on either side. Dark eyes grew wide with fear, her wings trembling as people exclaimed at the sight of her. Directly in front of Delphin was a handsome man seated on a throne, peering at her with interest. Had her ankles not been bound as tightly as her hands, she would have attempted to run despite knowing she never would have made it. A wicked smile broke out on the king's face, and the Seraph knew that her life of freedom was over.

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Viktor smiled as the exotic creature was set in front of him. He dared not believe his eyes as she opened hers and squinted at the room around her. She was the center of attention in a large throne room, forced to kneel on the hard stone at the center of an ornate circular pattern of smooth stone. Directly in front of her was the king, a tall, powerful looking man with long hair and a short beard. He looked young to be a king, though he was hardly a boy either.

Viktor sat on his throne studying the girl, draped with robes and an ornate circular crown resting upon his head. Alternating between a smile and a skeptical study of the creature. "And here we all were thinking your kind had been lost. Some were starting to claim that you were nothing but stories and legends."

The circle where Delphin knelt was evacuated as the King rose to his feet and approached, the smaller creature completely helpless with hands and ankles bound in the center of her captors' power. He walked a slow circle around her, studying her features for any sign of possible deception. He tested the feel of those delicate wings with the press of his fingertips, studying the way she reacted and the way they resisted his push in a way that could not have been faked. He ran fingers over the pointed tips of her ears, pinching sharply between strong fingers to test if she could truly feel it.

"You've done well." Viktor said to the men who had brought the creature to him. Trackers and bounty hunters of some renown. He could feel the creature's influence on him as he stood in close proximity to her, flaming his passions and desires and urging him to satiate them with the impossibly alluring creature. "I'm impressed you didn't keep her for yourself." It was clear that they were more interested in wealth and fame than having a slave girl to drag around with them everywhere they traveled. Too much hassle, even if the temptation was strong. "You will be well compensated for this find."

When he was satisfied with his initial inspection he moved to stand in front of the creature, his broad figure looming over her as he reached out to run fingers through her hair, strong fingers cupping the back of her head and gripping firmly and forcing her head to tilt back. "Do you have a name, pet?" He asked, leaning in closer towards her.

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The king seemed to know exactly what she was and was apparently delighted that she now sat in front of him. Fear filled her supple form at the wolfish smile on his face, but there was nothing she could do. Delphin was determined to fight back as much as possible, but it wouldn't just be fighting a man much larger and stronger than her. No, she would be fighting her very nature and purpose every step of the way. The Seraph wasn't sure she had the strength to do both for an eternity, as there were no natural causes that would bring about her end. How blissful would it feel to let a man take control once more, to fill her body with throbbing flesh made exactly for that purpose. To feel the press of an exquisitely honed muscles against her, the way---

Delphin shook her head briefly, fighting the urge to continue down that path. Already it was starting. Having lived only amongst her sisters for decades, the mere presence of a man who's attention was on her was enough to send her spinning. She had to focus. The king approached her, swaggering the way someone who knew he was respected without question and utterly in command. She did not respond as he spoke, shuddering as he brushed his fingers against her wings. A flush of irritation rose on her cheeks as he pinched the tips of her pointed, delicate, ears, apparently testing to see that she was real. Her dark head twisted, pulling her ear from his grip and ignoring the sharp sensation that resulted from her sudden movement. Like a horse at an auction, she was being poked and prodded. It didn't matter that it was embarrassing or demeaning, this hulking brute of a man wanted it and so he did it. It was as simple as that.

After praising the men who captured her, the king stood before her once more. It seemed his inspection was complete and that she had passed. As he reached for her, Delphin tensed, only to melt when his fingers ran through her hair and settled in a firm grip on the back of her head. She wouldn't let herself think about how good it felt. Wouldn't think about what other places those fingers were eager to touch and explore, what sensations they might create in her desperate body. Pursing her plump lips she met his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster when he tilted her head upwards. She swallowed a groan at the sensation of being touched, cursing her body for responding when she felt a flutter in her core.

When he questioned her name she debated speaking at all. Should be pretend to not understand his language? Would it work? Did it matter? She knew as well as any Seraph that verbal communication wasn't necessary. Delphin would end up fucked either way. A large part of her wanted to tell him anything he wanted to know, giving in and letting herself fill the role she was meant to play. The past years had shown her that she could live without a man, and she was going to try hard not to bow down so easily.

"I do. Do you?" She spat, trying to let her anger take hold instead of the purpose she was created for. Delphin had spent her whole life, centuries, really, being used. Only a few sweet decades of freedom and now she was back in the grasp of a greedy mortal. Her chest heaved with effort at fighting her nature, firm globes pressing against the simple green fabric of her dress. It became apparent that her body was not willing to take the stand that her mind was fighting as her nipples hardened against the thin dress. This man had only grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and already she was struggling to keep control.

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The room had already been quiet as Viktor made his examination of the creature, though the silence that fell upon the room as she replied to the question was absolute. No one spoke to the King like that. No one. For his part, Viktor arched an eyebrow at the girl for a few moments, the corner of his mouth lifting in the slightest show of amusement before his free hand slapped her sharply across the face with an open palm.

His hand in her hair kept her where she was even as the sound of skin against skin echoed in the large hall. "You will soon find that I dislike repeating myself, girl." He said, looming over the relatively small creature. "Perhaps we shall spend a few more moments of the court's precious time learning whether or not some of the rumors about the fabled Seraph are true." He announced, speaking as much for her as for the small crowd of the highest nobility that would be in attendance.

The King eased his grip of the creature's hair as he turned his attention to the nearest attendant, and a few words and short moments later he was being handed two items: a simple dagger and a leather belt. With items in hand he walked behind the Seraph and pressed a booted foot against her upper back and shoved her forward, forcing her to double over forwards with knees bent and face to the ground.

That heavy boot pressed against her back and pinned her down as he stood before her, bending over to tug her flimsy dress up off of her skin while he sliced through it with the sharp dagger, experienced hands working efficiently and avoiding cutting her smooth skin. In a few short moments the fabric was a pile of rags falling to the floor on either side of the creature. He handed the dagger over to an assistant, teasing the leather of the belt over her bare back and her delicate wings.

"So, little one. Do you have anything else you would like to share with the court?" He asked, grinding his boot harshly against her back between her shoulders before he brought the leather strap down sharply across her pert ass. The blows repeated in a steady rhythm against her skin, leaving her perfect skin streaked with another bright red streak of red as the sound of leather cracking against skin filled the room.

He struck her a good two dozen times before stopping so that he could speak to her again, tracing the leather over her delicate wings, threatening to see how she would react when the blows struck there instead. "I'm curious how long it takes these to heal, surely it must not be uncommon for such delicate things to get injured. Will they grow back if they are cut off, I wonder?"

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For a moment Delphin was proud of herself. For a brief, solitary, moment, she had stood up for herself and not caved into the purpose she was built for. Delphin knew her actions would have consequences, but only got an idea of what those consequences would be when the King's hand cracked across her delicate features. His other hand was still firm in her hair or else she would have probably fallen over. Never in her life had someone struck her with such force.

Her head was spinning, and the Seraph could barely pay attention when the king released her and stepped aside to speak to an attendant. Before she could utter another word a boot was planted in between her wings on her back and she flew forward, barely getting her hands out in time to keep her face from slamming into the floor. Her cry of surprise echoed around the room. Her new owner cut her dress in half, the pieces that obscured her falling to the floor on either side of her. There was no way for Delphin to cover herself, both hands were still tied together and bracing her from falling to the floor.

Her whole, angelic, form was now visible to everyone in the room. Seraphs were built to please, every physical attribute included. Every inch of skin was pale and perfectly unblemished. Her breasts were heavy and hung from her chest, nipples small, round, and already hard. A flat, muscular stomach lead to the apex of her thighs, which was hidden for the moment because of her position on all fours. The swell of her feminine hips rounded out into a flawless ass. She was every man's dream. As a Seraph she activated the most primal part of a man, the part that made them want to throw her over their shoulder and take advantage of her. It was just who she was.

Her captor lightly brushed the leather of the belt he held over her back and wings making her hold her breath. Fear coursed through her, and Delphin now understood he was not a man who would not accept any defiance. Her slender form trembled, naked and terrified, as he asked if she had anything else she'd like to say. She remained silent until the belt cracked across her back. Pain blossomed across her rear, red, angry, welts rising where ever his belt landed. Delphin screamed with each hit, her body was made to withstand pleasure, not pain. She tried to scramble forwards and away from his arm, but the way his boot had her pinned she couldn't get away. Tears streamed down her cheeks and sobs broke up her screaming. Finally he stopped and she tried to catch her breath, pain radiating through her body.

There was no time for her to relax, though. To her horror, the king then traced the leather over her delicate wings. They were not quick to heal and would not grow back if removed. She had heard tales of Seraphs who had their wings cut off by their owners. Some of them went crazy from the pain and lack of wings, some of them took their own lives because they couldn't handle it. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she scrambled to do anything that would stop him from going any further.

"N... no, my lord, please... f... forgive me my insolence, I'll behave, I swear it. I've seen the error of my ways, sir. Puh... please," Delphin stuttered, clearly desperate. "My name is Delphin."

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Viktor gave her a brief, humorless smirk as she walked back her attempt at being rebellious and smart with him. "What an interesting little treasure you are." He observed, handing the belt off to an attendant who was quick to step forward and take it from him as he reached out his hand to be done with it. He reached down and grabbed Delphin by the hair as she finished offering her apology and giving a name.

"Delphin." He repeated, "A unique name to be certain. Perhaps I'll let you earn it back once you've learned your place in the world once again. For now you will just be ''pet''." He declared, releasing her hair and leaving her kneeling there with the rags of her dress lying on the stone, the naked and alluring creature completely at his mercy and vulnerable for all the world to see.

The King looked down over her for a moment, considering what to do with her, noting the way her body had already been reacting to the touch of a powerful man, even if it had been to abuse and humiliate her in front of the entire court. He squatted down in front of her, reaching out a hand to rest on her shoulder, feeling the smoothness of her flawless skin, the other hand tracing down over her breast to feel its shape in his hand, the press of her stiff nipple against his palm. The hand continued downwards, passing over her bound wrists to dip between her thighs to explore the shape of her bare sex, fingertips leaving a soft teasing touch along the length of her slit.

"Would you like that, pet?" He asked, his touch and his voice so soft and gentle compared to the harshness of her punishment. "To learn how to please your Master and be a good and proper slave? Hmm?" He teased, looking into her eyes to see how much fire was still left burning beneath them.

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Delphin's body was still shuddering with heaving breaths when her new owner handed the belt off to someone near him and tangled his fingers in her hair once more. The inflamed, swollen skin of her ass barked with pain at every movement, sending an ache deep into her hips. Gods, but she felt that was an overreaction. He worked quickly to quell any dissent and left no question as to who was in charge. Her dark eyes still swam with tears yet unleashed, the tracks of the ones that had escaped tracing down her cheeks.

As he released her hair and informed her that she would be called ''pet'' instead of the name she had given him, Delphin hung her head with resignation. She wanted to fight back, to tell him that she wouldn't submit, to spit in his face. Too quickly she had learned the consequences of a word out of turn, let alone true defiance. For now she stayed silent, her plump lips quivering from a mix of pain, frustration, and sorrow.

Quickly the Seraph was faced with another dilemma. One large, calloused hand rested gently on her shoulder while the other openly explored her body in front of the crowd. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud as he cupped her breast, a fire igniting under her skin where his touch trailed. To be touched by a man who radiated with power and dominated any in his path, it was the most delicious torture. Delphin hated how her body responded, how her mind filled with whispers of how easy it would be to submit. As his hand trailed lower, eventually gently caressing her most intimate place, she struggled.

Not physically or verbally, but mentally. Delphin had to fight to keep from spreading her legs for his touch, begging for those fingers to curl inside of her until she screamed. She wanted to bow to him, to agree to be his slave, to give herself to him in a way she hasn't given herself to anyone in decades. His fingertips were quickly coated with her arousal and silently she cursed her wicked body. The years of living with her sisters had been her happiest without a doubt. So quickly she was ready to give in despite all she had fought for and enjoyed on her own.

As he looked into her gaze, her dark eyes were hazy with arousal. It took an effort to clear her head, a few forced blinks until Delphin was even aware he was staring at her. She didn't know how to answer him; wanting to tell him she would never submit but knowing that her body had other ideas and that she would be punished as well. Resisting the urge to grind herself against his hand, her hips moving slightly despite her struggle, she shook her head once. Almost imperceptible, it was just enough to make her hair twitch from the movement. She wouldn't submit. She wouldn't give in. The seraph would keep fighting until she couldn't anymore.