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The captured commander took in some deep breaths, as he heard the creature behind him waiting for the next punishment. Though since it started with the lash he was wondering where it would lead to from there. He gave a startled jump feeling a hand grip his ass. His eye lifted as he turned his head looking into the wolfs face. "Well I suppose... since you own me now it is for you to admire." He said sarcasm dripping from his voice.

When the first smack from the paddle hit him he was more shocked then anything. The stinging in his ass gave him a slight smile, it seemed that he was taking it down a notch. "Mmmm something as tame as what a paddle? After the whip that is a welcome change." He said giving his lip a slight bite, his ass tensing up as the impacts hit his ass. He was starting to wonder if his now owner didn't want to do any major damage to him for some reason. He did not really need another servant did he?

[Assistant] Dorian smirked at Paul's comment as he kept up and even, almost lazy, pace in his swats. "Not everything is meant to be painful, but sometimes," he said before giving the human a harsher strike, "pain can be a great teacher, about ourselves and others." After that the strikes alternated between fast, stinging swats and slow, forceful swats. Paul's cheeks were starting to get red and swollen and Dorian began slightly panting in arousal. His pants were getting unbearably tight but it wasn't time to undress yet.

[User] "Yes it can be a teacher... for those that are not me." He stated showing a feral grin, hiding the pain that was being inflicted on him. This was interesting the first stages of figuring out each other. One could say it was the first steps of a dance between captor, figuring out on another finding each other's lines. "It almost seems like we will be having fun." He said shivering as his ass became redder and redder as as the punishment continued.

[Assistant] "Oh, we'll definitely have fun together," he said before putting some magic in the paddle and making it cold and giving an experimental swat. He didn't want to damage Paul too much after all. If he was too sore then the pain would outweigh the pleasure when they got there. Hopefully the cold would alleviate the worst of it so he could get some more punishment in before the main event.

[User] Paul looked over at the creature as it responded to his words, what in the world did the creature have panned for him? He braced himself ad the next seat came, making his body jump when the ice cold paddle hit his ass. "What the?" He gasped not expecting the sensation, the coolness feeling good against his shining backside. It was odd to have the sensation of stinging and soothing at one time. He took in some deep breaths trying to revile his composure since it through him for a loop. He started to wonder as his body recovered slightly what may start to come next.

[Assistant] Dorian smirked as he saw Paul begin to relax as the cold soothed the rough edge of his pain away. Satisfied that he had made an impression at least he placed the paddle on a nearby surface and shrugged his way out of the vest he had been wearing and picked up the crop as he walked around to be in front of his captive. He took in this side of Paul with an appraising, hungry gaze while lightly drumming the crop against his leg. "I hope you enjoyed that little break," he said with a smirk. "I doubt this will be quite as enjoyable for you," he finished as he brought the crop up and ran the end of it along Paul's side and stopped against the side of his chest.

[User] The commander let his body relax as the implement was put down on the table. His head turned to watch the wolf move about taking off a vest and taking a crop in hand. That was an interesting choice considering for something like that to do any real damage you would have to practically break it on someone. "Enjoyable? I don't know if any of this could be called so... maybe just a little break?" He said with a feral grin, some for the reason why he was able to fight toe to toe with the others kind showing. The glimpse of the fighting spirit that everything had more akin to a savage animal then a human.

[Assistant] Dorian gave an equally feral grin before giving Paul a swat on the pectoral near his nipple where the skin would be more sensitive. "I suppose you're right. After all, I am sure you are used to a bit of spanking aren't you?" he asked with a casual tone. He couldn't wait to see how far he could push the human this time. The savagery he was displaying was incredibly arousing.

[User] Paul's grin turned into a smile as a shiver went through his body from the last hit. Looking into the nonhuman eyes he gave a chuckle. "You know its interesting... I would have thought I would have been put in a cell to display off to the winners if not killed. Could it be I was spared for some reason?" He asked randomly the words taking himself off guard.

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Dorian froze at the question. It had come out of left field and was actually rather close to the mark. He looked up at Paul's eyes, his own now serious rather than playful. "You aren't wrong about what your fate could have been. Some of the other leaders of your armies and countries were locked away, whether publicly or privately, and others were killed outright. Then there were some like you that it was believed could be sold off to appreciative individuals for whatever they may desire, whether that be for a bodyguard, a servant, or something else entirely was for the buyer to decide," he told the human in a calm voice.

There was no point lying about any of those facts as they were all common knowledge that Paul would be able to easily figure out if he asked anyone else anyways. He had kept his desire for the human male out of the conversation for now though, and gave him a slight swat with the crop on the outside of his left leg to try and distract him from asking anymore questions until he was in a more stable headspace.

[User] Paul gave a nod. "That is really interesting. My people would put to trial and then kill them most likely... I am not sure if I really think personally that it would be a good idea to keep me around." He stated with a chuckle looking up at the ceiling. His thoughts swimming before he felt the swat with the crop bringing him to the situation he was in. It seemed like it was time to get down to the good old business. "Times up for thoughts I guess." He said with a grin getting his head back into the right space. "Soooo now what are we going to move on to?" He asked as he tried to stretch what muscles he could to get out the knots that have been forming.

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Dorian smirked before putting the crop down and moving to a small cabinet on the wall. Inside were multiple glass bottles filled with liquids of varying colors. He grabbed one that was a pale green and one that was a light yellow before turning around. "I think you are right about it being time to move on to the next step of our agenda," he said before moving behind Paul.

He put the bottle full of yellow liquid down near the toys that he was no longer using and opened the green liquid's bottle. An earthy, minty scent filled the room as the wolf coated a couple fingers with the viscous fluid. He placed the bottle with its compatriot before moving both hands down and cupping the human's ass. "This will be so much fun," he said before running a slick finger along and inside Paul's crack, pressing firmly against his hole.


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It was a night club filled with fun exotic people, flashing lights and music loud enough to make your head throb. Joseph wasn't enjoying himself like he should have been, instead he was sitting off alone at a booth sipping his beer and wishing he'd stayed home. His friends took him out but when they got there they ditched him, he'd been a sour puss the entire night because his girlfriend dumped him. He didn't want to do anything but he knew he shouldn't stay inside all day so he reluctantly pushed himself to get out and try to have fun. Everyone he looked at just reminded him of her though, she was gorgeous, funny, smart but he wasn't what she was looking for. She came out as a Lesbian and this was something else that was really on his mind.

He thought he was a pretty masculine guy, he worked out as much as he could for his size. He wasn't overly tall but he didn't think that mattered when it came to masculinity, he spoke his mind and stood up for what he believed. Wasn't that enough? Why did she ever date him in the first place, maybe she was just confused but it didn't help with his self image. He thought about how she probably only dated him because he was small and feminine looking, he wasn't going to find a girlfriend.

With a slow sigh he leaned his head into his hands and looked down at the table, life could be rough and he wasn't any exception. The crowed didn't pay him any mind, the only people who looked his way were the old men on the slot machines. They turned back and mined their own business though, they weren't in any position to help someone else with their troubles.

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Ally was minding her own business, and by minding her own business she was on the dance floor, five foot eleven inches tall, caramel skin, bright blue hair and yellowish green eyes, she was a sight to behold indeed. She had decided she had had enough of the current music and made her way over to the DJ booth, she slipped him a five dollar bill and made her request.

"Ladies and gentlemen." A voice came over the PA system as the DJ spoke, "We have a request, this song is for the baddest only, if you are not a bad bitch or a psychopath, please, get off the damn dance floor." A record scratch was heard, and then this song began to play and Ally began to dance. She was not looking for anyone, nor was she in the mood, but as she spun, and gyrated her hips, moved with all of the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast, she just so happened to look over and see the man at the booth, well, upon second glance, she wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman, but one thing was certain, Ally was bold, and not afraid to approach anyone.

The song ended and she was sweaty and panting, but loved every moment of it, the whole dance floor had practically cleared out, mostly just to get out of the massive woman's way as she danced. She stepped off the floor, and walked right over to the booth and sat down. She looked her right in the eye and said, "Wanna play barbie? I'll be Ken and you can be the box I come in." She smirked.

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Snapping out of his day dreaming he flinched and looked up at the taller girl, it was hard to tell Joseph's height but when she sat down to look at him he must have been 5'6. "I'm sorry? What does that even mean... shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Getting a little grumpy he grabbed his drink and pulled it closer to his chest. He's never heard a girl use that pick up line before and on the other foot it didn't make any sense, or so he thought.

His standoffish pose loosened and he looked back at her "I'm sorry. That was really rude, I'm just buzzed... and I just went through a break up so... I don't know why I told you this, I don't want to talk about it. She's somebody I need to forget." Even when Joseph talked he sounded like some young pretty girl. Gently nudging himself to the edge of the booth he swung his legs over the side and looked at Ally with a smile that showed he was trying. He jumped off the booth seat and walked over to her side "Wanna dance?" The slim young thing held his hand out to Ally like he was trying to take control and be spontaneous.

[Assistant] Ally took his hand, and stood, towering over him quite easily, "I'll dance with you, on two conditions, the first being that whatever you are doing tonight, is now canceled and after this dance you are coming with me, the second being you tell me your name." She stood there, staring into his eyes, boring into his soul almost, waiting for his response, knowing that he would accept, she was beautiful after all, and just what he needed.

[User] She was really forwards, his eyes went wide and he blushed a bit. "W... eow. I mean." It didn't help that she towered over him. "I can tell you my name for sure, It's Joseph." He chuckled and looked over to the bar where one of his friends was talking with some girl and having a nice time. They locked eyes and his friend looked really impressed with who he was talking too, he gave Joseph a huge thumbs up with a wide smile. Even with his friends encouraging him to go forwards it was in his nature to be aloof. "I like your attitude. I think that can be arranged." Flashing a big smile to the larger woman it felt like he was in heaven. "Let's get our dance on!" giggling he practically skipped to the dance floor getting into the music.

[Assistant] As if on cue when she stepped onto the floor the next track played and she smiled, "This is my jam!" she shouted, stepping close to him, closer than one normally would when you danced. She was grinding on him, making him grind on her, getting nice and sweaty as they moved, the track changed and she pulled him close, her eyes lit up as she grinned, she took control and started moving her hips as if the very spirit of Shakira herself took over her body, she pulled him and started to move his body and dance with him salsa style, she was going to work him on the dance floor till he could not stand, and then when they were alone, she was going to work him till he could not walk, not even crawl. Joseph had no idea what he was in for.

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The unsuspecting fly flew right into the spider web. A big smile on his face as they danced to the upbeat soundtrack, she really took control of the situation and that made him blush even more. "Woah! You're really outgoing aren't you? I like that." He smiled up at her. That grinding left him with butterflies in his stomach and a half chub in his pants. Joseph grabbed her hips and tried to turn her around, she was a little too big to just position the way he wanted. Instead he moved behind her and started grinding himself against her bubble butt. His heart was racing and he started having fun! The first time since the break up that he actually felt good.

With the confidence boost his hands got more confident too, rubbing up her back and over her shoulders he played with her hair. Beads of sweat started to form all over him, panting like a dog he was really getting worked hard from dancing. Joseph's friends all started to notice him, they'd been keeping an eye on him pouting in the booth the whole night but now that he was having fun they knew they could leave him alone and do their own thing.

[Assistant] "Yeah?" She said turning to face him, "Come with me." she said, no other words, she left the club, went out the door, and to the valet, handed him her ticket and he left to get her car. Ally tapped her foot and waited for Joseph to come, little did he knew, he was in for the ride of his life, in more ways than one.


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Khalessa was far from out of breath by the activities unlike her Draenei pet, happily breathing steadily and watching Avara revel in tortured bliss. The Drow woman would slowly pull herself up and off of Avara's cock, murring with contentment as she did so and then releasing her member from her snatch with a plop. Khalessa was far from done though. She would slide herself back down onto Avara's lap to settle down in front of her, feeling Avara lean up to her and kiss her back on the lips.

The Drow would pull away at that with a devilish smile, stroking Avara's sides gently as she cocked a sparkling white eyebrow, her lightly glowing eyes flashing Avara a devious look as she simply leaned forwards into her Draenei and kissed her on the lips. Khalessa pushed against her chest with her own, their breasts smooshing together as the matron forcefully kissed Avara. Her lips sliding and glancing off of hers in a delectable duel of mouths as she slid her tongue forward to tease against that entrance. Through force or coercion her tongue would push through that wet barrier and into her mouth, coiling around her mouth to run amok past Avara's lips.

Meanwhile Khalessa's hands would slide to Avara's own, pinning her wrists to the wall with a primal growl from the elf, her tongue doing most of the work as she closed those eyes and shivered with wonderful afterglow.

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To Avara this moment was the sweetest, most intimate thing she could desire from her mistress, eagerly meeting Khalessa with naughty kisses of her own. Soon she felt the Drow's tongue invade her mouth just as she was about to try doing that herself! Naughty elf beat her to the punch and she loved it. How many women before shown Avara this kind of initiative?

Her cock throbbed with need, a burning ache deep in her loins that reminded her how much she desires the dominant woman. Her hands were kept against the wall and if she resisted that then her struggle was a meek one, mostly for show and to convince herself that she was at least doing something to free herself and establish dominance over her sexy Khalessa.

She happily moaned into their kiss, so completely dominated by the Matron who took absolutely all she wanted from her. This slave however was beyond happy to give. She closed her eyes and even now the bright light could be seen under her lids, made somewhat faint. The Draenei grinned and quickly adjusted her hands so she was also holding Khalessa's, fingers locked together while she tried to push the Drow back, move their naughty making-out into the Drow's own maw. After all she knew perfectly well how boring a passive lover can be.

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Khalessa couldn't speak for Draenei women, but Drow women always took initiative with their lovers. They were expected to be dominant, powerful and in control. Clearly that was something which Avara could enjoy in her submission to the Drow's domination. Simply feeling that ache in her loins would remind her of that.

Still, Khalessa enjoyed her weak little struggles, even if it was just for play, pressing back with her hands to pin her arms to the wall with a thrilling predatory sense of victory. Further exemplified by her sensual dominance of the Draenei. She watched those eyes close in passion and continued her kisses, feeling her slave moan into her mouth with lustful desire.

Indeed, Khalessa was quite content as she felt Avara try to tease her into her mouth, having been beaten to the punch by the matron. At the very least she could feel her tongue pushing against hers. Khalessa would playfully concede her tongue briefly before squirming free snakelike and trapping Avara's tongue once more, chuckling deviously at her tricksy behavior, sloppily making out with her slave.

This would continue for a few minutes more before finally Khalessa would have had enough, pulling away gently with a sigh, licking her lips and looking down at the Draenei. "Good girl," she awarded her condescendingly, her hands sliding down Avara's arms and to her shoulders once more, grinding against those shoulders to massage her sweetly, eyeing her curiously.

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Avara knew well that she should yield to the Matron but not without a struggle of her own, trying to assert some semblance of dominance, as slight it might be, at least during their orgasmic afterglow. She pushed back, pressing her tongue around Khalessa's deviously and managing to actually force her own pace and her own terms on that lewd, lustful kiss. In some bizarre way the Draenei was a mixture of submission and rebellion that was just the most intoxicating sort of thrill.

After that small show of her own dominance Avara retreated once more into the submissive slave persona, with a small, devious smirk playing on her lips for a second. When she spoke it was gone "Oh, Khalessa" her voice was a delighted moan "You know just so well how to reach your horny Draenei" she giggled and tapped her horns. There was a moment of silence before she continued "You know I would love nothing more than to spend hour upon hour with you like this. If you just indulge me we could be back in your quarters for days at a time" she snickered before looking up into her mistress' eyes "But I digress" she gently touched the dominant Drowess on the cheek with her hand "Question is, how may your loving servant indulge you, Khalessa?"

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Khalessa noted the Draenei's eager and lustful tones along with her suggestion. She really was eager to do more with her mistress wasn't she? A delightful rebellion poisoned by lust and desire. Khalessa loved it, giving the Draenei a gentle kiss on the cheek before she leaned up. "Mmm, that does sound fun," the Drow remarked. "Perhaps when things are quieter when I can afford to be remiss in my duties," she mused. "As it stands I simply can't afford to look away from my children for too long," she admitted. "At least for the moment. For now I think I'll keep you locked up in my chambers. When I'm done for the day I'll fuck that lovely thick cock of yours again," she teased.

With that the Drow pulled herself up slowly with a groan then took a hold of the Draenei's leash, pulling her up along with her. Khalessa paced backwards through the water with her, finding the steps and stepping out of the bath with her slave before finally dropping the leash with a smile. "Take a towel and dry me off," she commanded. "Then you may dress me," she teased her. "Try not to have too much fun dear," she teased, giving her a contented smirk as she waited for the Draenei to obey her commands.

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The Draenei smirked as she heard her mistress' request, looking like the cat who finally got the canary "Mmm, might be impossible for me not to enjoy your body Khalessa. But I will try to do as you order without fooling around too much" she said and grabbed a towel on her way towards the Drow, it was a pretty small one but she did not mind at all. If anything she cherished spending as much time as possible on this task. She pressed against the wet matron from behind and slowly ran the towel down her belly, drying her skin off "I know I should be going top to bottom but this way I get to do some parts twice" she joked before moving her hand up, to start by gently drying off Khalessa's hair and then her shoulders, showing she was actually serious about this in spite of that flirty joking.

She pressed her body into the dark elf tightly, letting the woman feel that draenic cock slide between her thighs and then she could see it emerge on the other side, teasing her womanhood with the flared head "Forgive the erection Khalessa. I think I'm going to always be hard by your side" she said while moving the towel down Khalessa's arm. She also placed her free hand at one of those large breasts, running her fingertips in a tight circle around Khalessa's nipple, teasing her dark areola "Actually, I should probably ask. How much of a hurry are you in?"

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Khalessa relaxed as her slave approached and started to dab the towel against her, feeling that erection against her and the Draenei's muscular form at her back Khalessa was quite content with her debauchery. The towel rubbed against her dark skin and her white hair, feeling her attentive slave cleaning her off in the loveliest way. With such a small towel, it simply meant that the girl could give Khalessa as much attention as possible.

The Drow's thighs gently clasped around that hard member, lightly thrusting backward to tease that erect cock between her thighs, her pussy lips kissing the tip. "I'm in no special hurry," Khalessa remarked. "Though we shouldn't linger too long," she told her. "I have matters to discuss with the merchant guilds in a few minutes," she mused. "They will of course wait for me, but it is better if I am fashionably late rather than simple late," she mused.


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Ashley shrugged, "I dunno, I guess considering how cold it is and with how much snow we've gotten now I'm just surprised I guess that you'd walk however far of distance. Then again this is coming from someone who hates the cold and gets cold very easily even in 50 or 60 degree weather." she said with a slight chuckle as she smiled. And she didn't even know it but Ashley's stutter in that very moment had completely disappeared! "So... what sent you to that area at this time of night anyway, just taking a stroll I assume?"

Ashley was fascinated by this woman for some reason so it made her wanna know more about her.

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"You will find that out soon." Emma replied, not wanting to lie to her, but also not wanting to scare her off. She reached into the coat's pocket to get her keys and opened the door to a fairly modest house. Inside, some sort of heating system kept it warm, but other than that, the house seemed pretty empty. The living room had no furniture, just an empty room. She let go of her hand and removed her coat from her.

Her vision blurred, and her hand trembled. "My urge grows. I suggest we go to my bedroom immediately. We can discuss things later."

She didn't care about trying to make it sound less sensual anymore, she needed to feed. She took her wrist this time, a strong grip, but not enough to hurt, and led her to the first room left of a corridor, revealing a much more furnished bedroom, with a proper wardrobe and a large bed with cream-colored sheets.

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When Ashley walked into Emma's home she was a bit surprised to see lack of furniture and what she assumed was the living room. She then looked at Emma as she spoke and had a look of confusion at what she had just said. When Emma grabbed her hand Ashley decided not to say anything further and just followed her to a room that definitely looked a lot more cozy.

"Oh well I love the look of your bedroom. So... what do you want to do now?" She sat down on the edge of Emma's bed and looked up at her with much curiosity and smiled softly.

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Emma hurriedly removed her boots and jumped to the bed, going behind the girl, removing first her coat, then the fur coat she was wearing underneath, exposing that lovely neck. She breathed heavily, placing her cold hands against her shoulders, showing the signs of someone who was desperately horny. What happened next, however, revealed what she truly was.

She held her shoulders firmly and stuck out her tongue, dragging it against her neck, the trail of saliva creating a numbing feeling. Ashley perhaps would've noticed that her tongue trailed her jugular, maybe a little too late, as the woman's fangs pierced into it, her lips wrapped around the wounds as she drained the girl of her blood. The girl couldn't move, or perhaps didn't want to, as her bite was a pleasant experience. After the pain of being pierced, her neck would go numb, and all she'd feel is the blood rushing to one area, cooling her extremities but warming the rest of her body, a feeling similar to arousal.

Emma's body would grow warmer as she drained her, providing a warm body pressed against her back, and a warm mouth sucking on her exposed neck. Along with soft groans of satisfaction from Emma, the wound was an afterthought in the sensual scenario created by the bite.

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Ashley watched in utter confusion as Emma was in a hurry to get on the bed and began whatever she had planned. Before Ashley knew it in the blink of an eye she felt Emma leaned over, Ashley's back pressing firmly against Emma's chest, the feeling wasn't uncomfortable at all regardless of Emma's body temperature compared to her own.

She was about to speak up but that soon changed when she suddenly felt the coolness of Emma's tongue trace along the soft skin on her neck. A moan escaped Ashley's delicate lips as her eyes drifted shut. But then she sucked in a breath, gasping softly as she felt teeth pierce her neck but luckily since her neck felt rather numb it was just more of a dull ache for only a moment.

Then as she felt what seemed like was Emma sucked from her neck Ashley began moaning once more. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, her mind was swimming in a fog of pure ecstasy. "...Emma..." Ashley breathed her name mixed with a soft moan as her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back once she started feeling the warmth that now radiated from Emma and the feeling now engulfed Ashley, adding to the pleasure she was feeling.

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Emma held her in this embrace, and Ashley could now feel her heart beating behind her. Emma felt alive, for the time being. She carefully pulled her fangs off and licked over the wounds once again, breathing heavily.

"Thank you, darling..." She said in between breaths, still holding her, before regaining composure. "You should rest for a bit. I drained more than I should, forgive me." She added, shifting her position and laying her down so that her thighs would serve as a pillow for her. Emma's pale skin now showed color once again, and she gently stroked the girl's hair as she laid, looking down at her.

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Ashley shivered hard as she felt Emma remove her fangs from her neck then lick the wounded area gently. It took Ashley a moment to come down from what she had been feeling then realizing what just actually had happened.

She heard Emma's words and then just nodded as she position herself and rested her head on Emma's lap, looking up at her in an almost dazed like state but still coherent. "...s-so you're a... vampire. You wanted my blood, why me though?" she asked softly as she looked into Emma's eyes deeply for the first time and noticed the red color the shown and seeing her eyes for the very first time fully, Ashley found them rather enchanting.

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Emma smiled softly. "You seem rather nonchalant for someone who discovered they are being caressed by a creature of the night." She chuckled, her fingers still running through her hair gently.

"To be very honest, I didn't plan this. I was hungry and needed a victim. But when I saw that beast treating you that way, I had to intervene. Not that one of my kin can fancy themselves a hero, but I saw your pleading eyes and decided to answer them. I also saw something else. The eyes of someone who enjoys the company of a beautiful female such as myself, perhaps? But that's a discussion for another time. You are weak, do you wish for me to cook you something? Or would you like a vitamin instead?"

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Ashley couldn't help but smile as Emma explained her reasoning for this night. Most normal people would bolt in fear but Ashley on the other hand after the messed up and twisted life she had been forced to live for so long being in Emma's presence was simply heaven to her. She felt peaceful and relaxed probably for the first time in well... ever!

And then when Emma mentioned food Ashley felt her stomach growl and it was loud enough for Emma to hear which made Ashley blush a bit, "H-heh, sorry about that. I um guess you could tell but my size I don't eat much but it's not by choice luckily. T-To be honest... I can't remember the last time I had a hot meal." She couldn't help but smile at the thought.

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Emma gently sat her up against the back of the bed, placing a gentle peck on her cheek, close to her lips, lasting long enough to not be as innocent as it should. "Then give me a moment, I'll prepare something for you. In the meantime, feel free to rest, or perhaps take a bath."

She said, giving her arm one last caress before heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Even though she was a vampire, she could still appreciate good food, even if their sense of taste diminished as their hunger for human blood grew. It would be good to taste food again, with her guest who probably never tasted what she was preparing.


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Stacy grumbled as she scrambled over the fence of one of the wealthy houses in the neighborhood. Her friends had dared her to break in and steal something from the house. She didn't know why she went along with it. It wasn't like anything was going to happen if she didn't go through with it. Just some teasing from the rest of the girls. But here she was, creeping across the well kept lawn up to one of the open windows. She said a silent prayer of thanks that it was hot enough to keep the windows wide open.

Peeking inside didn't reveal anyone so she grabbed the window sill and scrambled up and tumbled into the house, landing with a small *oof* on the hardwood floor of what looked to be a library. The room was dark but she'd seen lights on in the rest of the house so she knew she had to be quiet. She got onto her hands and knees and began crawling to the door, peeking her head out, and once determined that no one was around began exploring the first floor of the house. It wasn't a large house but was still a decent size so it took a few minutes to find the dining room.

"Jackpot," she whispered as she made her way to where the fancy silver was kept. She grabbed a full set of silver; fork, knife, and spoon, and clutched them in her hand as she began to make her way back to the window she snuck in.

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"And where do you think you're going?" a female voice, dark and deep and rich, said from behind her.

Tora moved fast, giving Stacy almost no time to react. A hand clamped over her mouth tightly from behind to muffle and reduce her volume, while the other wrapped around her waist to pin her arms and hands to her body. She was strong, too, not something Stacy would be able to fight her way out of. And, busty as well, if anything from the large breasts pushing into her back.

"Looks like a delicious little punk decided to forfeit themselves?" she continued, half asking and half taunting as she leaned in, lips brushing the back of her neck. "I hope you like things rough, little butterfly."

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Stacy could only force out a little deep as the powerful hands wrapped around her. She hadn't even heard the woman approaching. This was not good. She knew what happened when girls went into houses like this. They rarely came out. As the woman leaned in, her soft lips brushing against Stacy's neck she shivered. She was considered well endowed, enough that even guys who didn't dig her hard edge had to stop and turn their heads. But this woman seemed to rival even her.

She struggled against the hands holding her, knowing it was no use but not wanting to go down without a fight. Though a keen observer would notice that her nipples had suddenly appeared, pressing against her shirt. She'd always wondered what it was like to live as a slave. And she now had a sinking feeling that she was about to find out.

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Using her position, both the hold she had over the girl and her strength, Tora forced her over to the long kitchen table. Bending her over the side and pinning her against the table, by pushing on her ass with her hips, the woman released her hand from Stacy's mouth and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Grabbing her wrists, she forced them together behind her back and, with the audible rip sound of the roll of tape being started, wound it around her arms from her wrists to her elbows. It was enough that it'd be very hard for the girl to get free.

Tora felt like a little bit of 'catch and release' that night, hence she didn't make it impossible by taping up the young woman's hands and fingers as well. Though, it could quickly get to that point.

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Stacy was helpless as the woman maneuvered her to the table. She was forced faced down with a grunt, her breasts squishing underneath her. As the hand was removed from her mouth she growled. "You'd better let me go," she buffed. She wasn't going to beg for mercy, it wasn't her style. Her heart was hammering as the distinct sound of duct tape being ripped echoed through the room. As her arms were forced together she tossed her hair to the side, getting her first look at the woman who was securing her.

She was gorgeous. Long flowing red hair framed a face that just commanded obedience. She felt her legs going weak for this woman. And that was even before she got down to her body. It was like it was sculpted by a master artist. Her large but perfect breasts swelled her chest, tapering down to a toned stomach and then wide hips and a tight ass.

Stacy felt the tape going from her wrists all the way up her forearms, giving her only a little wiggle room. Her fingers moved as she tried to pick at the tape, her back and shoulder muscles straining to stretch the tape enough to give her some more movement. But the woman knew what she was doing and Stacy was helpless. "When I get out of this you're going to regret it," she said, her threat having no bite considering the position she was in. As she struggled she was becoming aware of a damp patch in her pants, her pussy beginning to leak as she got into more and more trouble.

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"Oh?" Tora asked, raising a hand up to give the girl a firm slap on her ass. "If you get out. What happens if I told you, you're never getting out... alive?"

There was the sound of three pieces of tape being ripped, then from behind Tora plastered them tightly over the intruder's mouth. It was a simple over the mouth tape gag, nothing that would muffle her speech or quiet her too much. But it was just a start, a taste for the woman whom Tora could smell was already getting aroused. Perfect.

Taking a step back she bent down and grabbed Stacy's ankles and lifted her legs up, pushing her completely up onto the table, letting the weight of her body smush and rub her pinned breasts on the surface as she did so. Looping an arm around her calves to stop her from kicking, she bound her ankles tightly together with tape.

"There." Giving her another good slap on her ass, she picked up the dropped silverware. She was slow and methodical as she did so. Naked, as she often slept nude, she let her prisoner see her body. Her shapely waist and thighs, her firm ass and thighs and the muscles behind them, her large breasts as they swayed and jiggled, her smooth, juicy pussy.

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"Whaaa," she tried to say as the tape was secured over her mouth. As the tape was secured she frowned, her pierced brow furrowing in anger. That didn't last long as she was picked up and slid across the table, her tits being squished and dragged beneath her. She let out a little squeal as her ankles were taped up, leaving her fully helpless on the table. When the woman released her she wriggled about like a fish out of water, trying to get into a better position. But she had no leverage and her large breasts acted like pillows under her, pushing her back to center every time she tried to roll.

She watched as the woman moved about the room, collecting the stolen silverware and putting them away. Her eyes were glued to the woman, the perfect form in front of her swaying almost hypnotically. "Please just let me go," she mumbled through the tape gag, knowing that it was probably to late to try to beg.

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"You're free to try and leave" she grinned, finishing putting the items away before turning back toward her to look at her wiggle helplessly on the table, her breasts working against her. "Or, maybe you need a little more incentive to struggle?"

Walking over to the table, breasts and hips swaying side to side, she ran a hand through the girl's hair. "Should I gag you with your panties? Maybe tape up your fingers too? Or... should I hogtie your ankles to your neck and see how long you can keep from strangling yourself?"


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*Thump. Thump. Thump.* The sound of the knocks at the door were the signal for its occupant inside that some new quarry had come to play. She kept the song going, knowing its full effect wouldn't be possible without her continuing until she was fully inside, waiting for the delicious, soothing smell of her aphrodisiac candles to complete the effect. Her song that was escaping from her lips promised warmth; companionship; freedom to have fun. It invited her inside as the wind slowly blew the door open, the readied succubus on the other side.

Some delicately-veiled cloth covered her chest and lower extremities, the mere sight of her creamy, untouched skin promised beautiful companionship. When she saw the strong, gorgeous warrior on the other side, she smiled lovingly at Lysana, waving her inside, backing up a few steps to hide herself in the dim lights while she waited for the warrior woman to enter.

"Come in... close the door behind you... take off your sword... take off your clothes~"

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Lysana felt dumbstruck the moment she saw the woman. Her mouth fell open as her eyes drank in every curve that was covered by the creamy unblemished skin. Suddenly she wished to touch her, stroke her and please her. The thoughts themselves did not startle her, but rather how quickly they came on. And how quickly her crotch began to grow moist.

"I was sent..." She mumbled, attempting to think clearly, but the absolutely arousing sent was making it difficult as she clambered in and shut the door behind her, unconsciously unbuckling her sword to let it drop. She would not need it here anyways.

"Signs of... Monster..." She managed to get out as she tried to focus, but her crotch was burning as was her cheeks. Alabaster skin was exposed as she shoved against her shirt, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in it and beginning to show more skin as she pushed it out of the way. "M'sorry, not feeling well... Ma'am, monster..." She tried again. But she didn't want the singing to stop for some conversation. Damn decisions.

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The demonness Trysha giggled, grinned and licked over her lips as she watched Lysana begin to take off her clothing almost in front of her. "That's it... close the door, and come here~" she purred playfully, holding up a hand and waving a finger towards herself. The aphrodisiac scent was sweet on the air, and that combined with the song was the bait to lure this beautiful fish further into the chamber. "Come~" The song promised peace, tranquility, and to be in the hands and arms of a grand companion.

It was like an angler fish using its natural light to lure its prey closer so that it could begin to feast, and the feast that Trysha was looking forward to... was some fun in bed. The feast she needed was the sexual energy that she could feel pulsing from Lysana's body, pulsing from her wet loins... she wanted to touch, to taste... to feast.

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Lysana felt as though she had been trapped in a dance that she had no choice in becoming apart of. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she stepped forward, eyes nearly glazed over with a certain lust as she drank in the nymph before her. Every curve, every lovely bounce of her bountiful bosom, every word that spilled from her plush lips... Without thinking she began to take down her trousers, peeling them slowly down toned legs as she drifted closer to the woman.

She stepped very close, her hands coming to experimentally run over the pale flesh as something in the back of her mind tried to yank her away and remember the business. But at the moment all she could think of was the way her cunt dripped and pulsated with every step closer she took. And all she could think of was pressing her face into those wonderous breast.

"Monster!" She tried again, gasping. Getting back on track was hard. What had she come here for? It was important...

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"There is no monster~" the sultry creature pressed lovingly as the human trotted slowly almost to arm's reach. "There is only you... and I... and now... you are now... mine~" She reached out her hand sultrily, as if offering herself to Lysana freely, inviting her to take her hand and to take her way into her bed. Speaking of which, she slowly climbed up onto the furniture behind herself, knowing soon the spell would be complete and the hunter would soon become the hunted.

"Come to me, then tonight... you will come to me again... and again... until I choose to be done~" she purred seductively to the other young woman. "Come, lay back, and let me show you the pleasures of the world. Heaven and Hell can both be found on Earth... I can take you to them~"

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Lysana pressed her lips together, everything seemed to be swimming. Her arousal was becoming even more clear to her as she blindly stepped forward, hands out towards the woman, reaching desperately as it seemed she was the only solution for the everlasting ache in her crotch. She let out a moan without meaning to, and then a gasp as she followed her, crawling up on to the bed.

"Please..." She panted, unsure what she was asking for but knowing the pulsing between her legs was driving her crazy. She laid back, letting the slight muscle beneath her skin ripple as she spread her toned thighs. She shouldn't have been doing this... She felt guilty as she did it. Yet... "I want to know it all! Heaven, Hell, Earth... I want to know it all..."

[User] "Good~ Now, relax... clear your mind, only take in what your body feels... and enjoy~" Ready to begin her own personal feast, Trysha reached down between her legs, her fingers slowly tracing up from the inside of her inner thighs up towards her pussy. Then, her fingers became ruthlessly accurate, slowly tracing over the contours of her lower lips as she pressed her mouth up onto the woman's above. She was her toy, her clay to mold with how she pleased...

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"Ah!" Lysana moaned as she felt lips touch against her own and fingers trace between her thighs. Her body jerked as she let out a gasping moan, hips rolling against the hands that touched her, desperately wanting more friction as she seized the hair of the woman with her, pressing herself deeper into a kiss while the other hand moved to take one of the woman's hefty breasts into her hands.

"Oh!" she cried our again as she tossed her head back for a moment, letting out sharp gasp. Everything felt so warm and fuzzy, she was not sure what was happening but she liked it.

[User]
As the two began to passionately make out while Lysana was probed so lovingly below, the demonness knew she had the best possible quarry for the occasion and she was looking forward to taking her new pet to her absolute limits. They stayed like this, making out while her fingers roamed over Lysana's pussy for a bit until the demonness stopped moving her hand and broke off the kiss above. "Spread your legs~" she commanded lovingly before starting to crawl down, taking her own garments off as she went.

Once she was fully barren like her new bedmate, she grinned as her eyes scanned over her quarry's luscious loins. Her tongue ran over her lips and she panted with need, heat starting to build in her own body as she observed the wetness of Lysana's. She lowered herself down, moaning lowly as she began to lick away at her lower lips ravenously.

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It was as though Lysana knew no better than what was before her. She lightly licked her lips as she watched with great interest as her new lover began to pull the garments away from herself, exposing a beautifully curvaceous and pale body. Perfect skin for Lysana to run her hands over, and as she stared into those deep blue eyes,all she wanted to do was feel this woman on her.

So when she spread her legs and was met with a hot wet tongue on her pussy, she arched her back and let out a cry of pleasure, thrusting her hips against the tongue as her fingers searched to anchor herself somehow. The look on her face was one of absolute bliss, her nethers had never been wetter, sexual fluid spilled out as she shook with pleasure.

"Oh! Oh yes~" She cried out. "Oh more, please!" Her hips and clit twitched in excitement as she ground herself upwards.


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Ishanti said nothing for now but watched with glee as the girl squirmed beneath her. The wriggling of her pet only served to heighten the demon's pleasure as a thick, red cock began to slowly grow from her loins, pushing past the useless material, its head proud and moist. It continued to swell, its shaft pressed close to Bella's reluctant body as it reached its full length, the heavy member resting between the girl's breasts, its tip only a few inches from her protesting mouth.

"Yes, sweet child," whispered Ishanti, "You will come to love me and my decadent form." She leant closer and stroked Bella's hair, her swollen anatomy pushing down onto her chest.

"I will bring you pleasure like you have never experienced and in return I will fill you with my demonic seed, swelling that little belly of yours with hundreds of my infernal children. For now though, you must taste that which will soon be buried within you. Open your mouth and taste my corruption...!"

[Assistant] Still Bella moved, struggling against the woman as the cock grew and inched ever closer to her mouth. As the demon spoke, the girl shook her head, breath shaky as a whimper left her lips. As the cock throbbed on her flesh the girl squirmed more and more, helplessly moving against her binds, all while the thick meaty pole continued towards her lips."N-No please... I don't want any of this..."

[User] "What you want does not concern me..." the demon whispered, "your mouth does! Now open!" She put a hand around the girl's neck and gently squeezed as the head of her cock touched Bella's lips. She could feel the girl squirm beneath her and smiled at her reluctance. Her thin tail that had been swishing behind her most of the time gently found its way up Bella's leg and her inner thigh. With its tip, Ishanti began to stroke Bella's sex even as she struggled to keep it protected. "Obey me child and I will give you pleasure like you never imagined. Resist me and I will break you. This member of mine does not always have to be smooth..."

[Assistant] Bella whimpered, trying to breath as the hand clenched down around her throat, feeling the lack of air getting through. As the woman spoke she shook her head, refusing to obey, however as the need for air rose she opened her mouth, trying to suck in whatever air she could get. She tried to close her legs and moved away the moment she felt the tail begin to rub and tease her lower half, whimpering all the while.

[User]
As soon as Bella opened her mouth the breath, the space was filled by demonic she-cock flesh rammed between her lips. The demon sighed in pleasure as the disgustingly thick organ made its way into her mouth, violating her. Ishanti pressed the fleshy member into Bella's unwilling mouth and shoved her tail deeper into her, probing at the entrance to her pussy. Above her, the demon smiled, relaxing her grip of her throat as her cock was gagged upon by the girl.

"See, that wasn't too hard now was it?" she purred, upping her pace as the filthy organ pressed past her lips. "You really shouldn't fight me dear, it will be so much more fun if you don't."

For several minutes the monster sat on her, using her mouth, denying her the opportunity to be free. Ishanti clearly enjoyed the chance to control her and must have been impatient as it did not take her long to start shaking, her pace becoming faster. "Now then child," she gasped, her hips bucking and tail plunging into Bella's depths, "I think it is time for your baptism..."

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The girl's eyes widened as she felt the thick length bury in her gullet, sinking down towards her throat, which only made her gag and choke thanks to the hand that still clung tightly to her throat. She squirmed, trying to shift her hand and push at the woman, feeling the odd taste drown her mouth and throat. she squirmed and whimpered as her throat was taken, all while her juices continued to drip from her nethers as the tail invaded her, continuing to warm her up as her hips shook and shifted, trying to get away from the tail.

She shook her head as best she could in protest as the woman assured her it would be more fun, the virgin sacrifice wanting no part of this dark ritual, all while the cultists around her were watching, some of them already nude and rubbing their needy cunts. As the cock began to pulse and the woman's pace increased, she screamed and gave muffled cries as she shook her head.

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The demon issued a strange giggle as her thrusts became more insistent, her thick member testing the limits of Bella's mouth. The girl would submit, she would give in, it was just a matter of time. But for now, an unholy baptism into her new life as a breeder of infernal souls would help her on her way. Ishanti grunted and gasped a few times as she felt her massive balls tense, then as the first spurt of demonic semen shot into Bella's unwilling mouth, with a roar, she stood up, towering over the girl's trembling form. Thick spurts of hot cum squirted over Bella's face and chest, it's heat almost painful to the touch. The demoness tipped her head back and roared, much to the delight of her fornicating followers.

The muscular head of her cock flared as each squirt of demonic seed rained down onto her victim, covering her breasts, neck and face with filthy infernal cum. As the massive balls finally stopped shuddering, Ishanti looked down at Bella and grinned, her pointed teeth arranged in a fearsome smile.

"Now little one, hopefully a little taste of my semen will have made you a little more compliant. If not... well, I'm going to fuck you anyway." The monstrous cock did not appear to have drooped at all after expending its load. It still looked erect and virile, ready to violate Bella's little holes.

[Assistant] Bella shook her head and whined, feeling the cock swell and pulse all the more as the cock was about to unload. She choked gurgled and gagged the moment the cock exploded, flooding her young mouth with thick, potent seed. she was forced to gulp it down until the demon pulled away and began to shower her with it, covering her in the thick cream and musky stench. She shivered as the warmth and the thick, pungent aroma pushed through her, dripping all over her as she looked at the demon, whose cock was still solid as a rock."P-Please... n-no..." She protested with a weak, defeated whimper.

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"Yes," came the forceful reply. "I will." With sudden movement, the demon leapt off of Bella, her crimson body quivering as she appeared next to her. She lovingly caressed her cheek with one of her claws before gently fondling the girl's breast. "Your body is mine now, to do with as I please. And right now I want to be in you. You have no choice in the matter."

She moved to Bella's legs and pulled them wide before crawling back onto the altar. On all fours, it was possible to see her huge member as it swung erect beneath Ishanti's full breasts. It hovered like a waiting predator, ready to violate the girl who lay quivering before her. A thin stream of cum dripped from its end like a monster salivating over its prey. Ishanti took hold of the thick organ and pressed it close to Bella's pussy.

"Now... be a good girl and open wide..." The head pressed against Bella's lips, hot to the touch. The demon looked down, smiled at her and began to thrust...

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The girl tensed up, giving a heave of breath as the woman jumped off her, looking as she appeared next to the teen. She shivered and gave a moan as those hands began to massage her breast, the teen shaking her head as the woman claimed her, shaking her head all the more when the demon spoke of being within her. She couldn't move, bindings making it impossible as the demon began to crawl between her legs, feeling the thick phallus brush against her as it dangled between the demons legs

Bella closed her eyes, feeling every drip of hot precum dripping onto her exposed flesh, her soft pale shaking and quivering each time the woman or a part of her touched the young maiden who lay helpless, all while the cultists chant mumble and moan, adoring the sight before them. The teen gasped and yelped as she felt the hot cock thrusting against her tight hole, the virgin depths struggling to fight her as she whimpered and sobbed, juices drooling onto both the head of her cock and the altar beneath her. "I-I beg you... d-don't..."


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Donny leaned forward and reached over the desk, and grabbed Oriel's collar. He hauled the small boy forward until he was nearly flat on the glass top.

"Who said---" he leaned down to growl it in his ear. "---now who said you could refuse a client just 'cause they got a little rough?" Donny scoffed, puffing on his cigar, then leaned down and blew it straight into Oriel's eyes. "You seem to have forgotten your duty here. One month, alright, I'll let it slide. Two months? Bad streak, I'm not gonna bust a boy's head over it. But it's been three fucking months in a row, Oriel. Three goddamned months. You're acting like more of a little fucking princess than Taiga is---and he exceeds his quota, month after month."

"You seem to have some fucked up idea of what we do here." Donny was disgusted with the whole business. Oriel's apartment and food and board were costing him more than the boy was bringing in, and it was all because of his bad habits. "Allow me to enlighten you. Then it's training with Taiga, for the next month. Go, into my room." He shoved him in the direction of the Tough Room. "And I don't want to hear a fucking word that you refused a client. He wants to do snuff, you come back in a casket, got it?"

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Oriel gave a grunt, his eyes widening as he was pulled over the table. A whine came as the smoke burned his eyes, making him wince. He reluctantly listened to the man rant, trying his best to just deal with it so he could get back to work and maybe change his luck to please his boss; that was, at least, until the tough room was mentioned. He'd never been in it before but had certainly heard rumors about it, and he most definitely didn't want to experience whatever hell would happen in it.

He began panicking and tried to back away from the man, especially as the last line was spoken. The bastards who bought monster prostitutes weren't stupid; if rumor spread that he had lost his boss's favor and started training, they'd push boundaries all they liked because they'd know no one was protecting him anymore. It was almost certain that he would, indeed, return one night in a casket- if they'd find his body at all.

"Sir, with all due respect---" he clenched his fist, trying his best to not be terrified by the man in an attempt to protect himself. "I joined this business to survive, not risk my neck for some perverts! If you did anything to actually protect us, we wouldn't even have a problem with violent clients! Now, you can cut my electricity, my water; you can lower my food to the worst slop ever once a day, but I'm not dying for this shit!"

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"I'm sorry," Donny scoffed, rounding his desk to capture the retreating boy, "are you fucking deaf, too? You got some disability you ain't registered with us yet? Maybe I have to speak louder." The kid was fast, but Donny was faster, yanking him in close by two fingers pinched hard to his triangle ear. He bellowed directly into it.

"You do---what I say." He shook him by the ear, smacking him hard and casual across the face. He'd been too lenient with Oriel, 'cause the kid was cute and generally obedient. That ended today. "Don't like it? I throw you out in the streets where I found you. And how long you calculate you'll last out there, Oriel?"

He leaned in close and hissed in Oriel's ear, "You're tragically mistaken if you think I give a damn if a low earner who's costing me money lives or dies. Get your numbers up. Training with Taiga will help. And so, apparently, will some attitude adjustment right now." He began hauling him by a proprietary hand on his ear and another on the base of his tail to the Tough Room.

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While yelling had felt somewhat relieving in the moment, Oriel instantly knew he'd fucked up big time. He backed away more, definitely not wanting to be caught by the man now, though unfortunately his moment of freedom didn't last long. A yelp came as his sensitive ear was grabbed and yelled in, making it twitch as the one not being held flattened against his head.

After having his face smacked to the side, he reached up to his sore face to find some blood speckling on his lip. His head lowered at the threat of being thrown to the streets; perhaps he'd gotten too confident in the security of his position. Oriel grit his teeth with a huff, having more or less accepted the situation at the moment. It's not like he could convince his boss against training when he was this mad, and he knew full well he'd be killed within a week on the streets. A whine came as he was pulled to the tough room, though otherwise had quit fighting.

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Donny frog-marched the boy to the doors, and kicked them in. They were unlocked when Donny wasn't using them, because they always needed to be ready. Inside was hell in the making. One whole wall was completely covered in implements for beatings, whips, canes, floggers, paddles, anything your mind could imagine was there, waiting for Oriel's hide.

Apparatuses that mixed between general kink and actual torture were spread around the room, things that ranged from wooden horses to waterboards, cages to the rack. Donny trotted his captive audience around the room, picking over the accoutrements. "Which do you want?" he cooed to him. "It's your first time, so I'll let you choose. I might even listen, who knows."

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The tension grew in the monster the closer they got to the doors, ending in a flinch as the man kicked them open. When he saw what was inside, Oriel's heart sank. He'd expected things like restraint furniture and kink items, but the literal torture devices were so much worse than he could've imagined; it made him question what had happened to the poor souls who'd entered before him. He felt both pity for whoever the devices had been used on and utter terror at the prospect that he'd be next.

Reasonably, none of the items looked remotely desirable to Oriel. Still, he knew the man would likely choose the worst thing if he didn't go along with the offer, so he gave a little sigh as he bit back his pride and looked over the wall. After a moment, he managed to spot a little chastity cage and pointed to it. It was a huge gamble whether or not the boss would accept such a tame punishment, but it was the only thing in the room that he was familiar with and therefore the only thing he'd trust. "T-that... please, sir..." He couldn't help but hang his head in shame as he spoke.

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Donny stared down at him, askance. "That?" he scoffed, and barked out some laughter. He reached out and grabbed his pants, and just yanked, one hand on each side. With a loud *riiip*, the cloth rent in half, showing Oriel's ample cheeks and the cock to be caged. Too big for one that small. He'd need to...

He grabbed Oriel's shoulder and slammed him over the table, then flipped open a refrigerator he kept in here---for ice to put on swelling and bruising, and hell, so he could have a nice martini while a boy or girl screamed.

Dipping into the ice maker, he pulled out a couple cubes, and rolled them over his hand. Gods, that was fucking cold.

His hands dipped down between Oriel's legs, leaning nearly his full weight on the monster's shoulder, and cupped the boy's cock and testes in hand, rolling the frigid ice cubes against the sensitive skin. "You want it? You got it. We got to ice you down small enough to fit in it, first, kid," he grunted, rubbing the sensitive head with the freezing cubes.

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Oriel's ears pressed back at the laughing, honestly expecting to be knocked around some more. Instead, he flinched as his pants were suddenly torn, surprising him. He would've honestly yelled over the ruined clothing if this were anyone else, but he'd already pushed his luck with Donny and was scared of him anyway.

Besides, he didn't have much time to think of such a thing, being slammed down and pinned a moment later. He laid there in terror for a moment, just wondering what the man was doing, before flinching at the unexpected feeling of something unbearably cold down there.

Almost immediately, a whine of pain left the monster's lips. His back pressed against Donny's chest as he squirmed a bit and his tail flicked against the boss's thighs: a clear sign of discomfort. For a moment, he wanted to apologize for choosing the item, but he bit his lip instead; after all, this was still better than something like being whipped... arguably.


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Marcus had Ashlee in the palm of his hand. The sight of the young blond playing with her bombshell body excited the older man. His gaze swept her undulating body, and he drank in the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her soft parted lips. He felt his cock throbbing for some sort of release. His hand inched down to his groin and pulled out his pulsating cock.

He drew in a deep breath as he stroked it back and forth. Each stroke was timed with Ashlee's breathy moans. His desires and pleasure bubbled up. His pace increased to match her approaching climax while he videoed her orgasm.

Marcus shuffled closer to the blond and aimed the head of his cock at her full breasts. The pace of his strokes increased as pre-cum leaked down onto the sheets. A soft moan escaped the old magician's lips. Thick strands of seed splattered across her pale breasts. He continued nursing out every last drop and smeared it across her breasts.

It was his way of claiming the young woman even if he hadn't fucked her yet.

[Assistant]
Weeks had passed after the first time the old magician had introduced the vibrating pants into their practice sessions. as well as their first sexual interaction in which Marcus covered the blonde's big tits with his hot and sticky semen. They didn't talk about it. However, both of them were very well aware of the fact that it fundamentally changed their relationship.

Ashlee slowly started to get more used to the vibrations in her panties during their practices in the old magician's warehouse since the vibrating panties had been a standard piece for her costumes. During their practice sessions, Marcus was casually playing with the remote control application to change the intensity of the vibrations. The old magician was having so much fun playing with his new toy. This much was obvious to Ashlee both from the wicked grin on his face, and the bulge in his pants. She just couldn't be sure about if he thought the vibrating panties as the toy or herself.

Finally, Ashlee had to admit to herself that sexual tension and pleasure were a part of both their practices and stage shows. Moreover, the old magician had complete control over it during their practice. She was also feeling that Marcus was getting better at controlling the vibrations. Lately, he was able to decide when and if she was going to cum because of the vibration panties or not.

Today, as they have finished their practice, Ashlee was still wearing her costume which was a pair of black stockings and 7 inches of heels, a black vibrating thong, and a tiny little black crop top with a "Yes Daddy" written on it. She was trying to concentrate as the vibrations in her panties were still going, and it was strong enough to bring her to the edge of an orgasm. However, unfortunately for the blonde, it was also not strong enough to make her have it while Ashlee was forcing herself to focus on the feedback Marcus was telling her. "Maybe, I should ask him to let me have an orgasm" the horny blonde thought.

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Marcus grinned. He couldn't help himself at how Ashlee had been turned from a blond cock-biting feminist into a blond bimbo. He was on the cusp of fulfilling his long debauched dreams of having his plaything. The thoughts of the blond on her knees excited him, but Marcus needed to control her even further. The next phase was getting Ashlee kicked out of the dorms.

He smiled as she sauntered out from behind the blinds. His eyes glistened with lewd desire for the young woman as he adjusted his growing bulge. "You're finally coming out of your shell Ashlee, but you need to abandon all those thoughts that burden you. Focus on the man and camera in front of you," Marcus guided.

He pointed to the chair before them. "Go ahead and take a seat, and let's begin with you exploring your fuckdoll body. Tell the audience how you want to be fucked," he asked.

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Ashlee looked around and saw an old chair nearby. She seductively walked toward it on her 7 inches of heels and made sure that her firm and sexy ass swang charmingly. While the intense vibrations continued in the blonde bombshell's panties, Ashlee slowly sat on the chair. She looked into the old magician's eyes then they shifted her blue eyes into the camera lens.

Her tongue wandered on her perky lips and wetted them before she started telling the camera and the magician how she did need to get fucked. The words were coming out of her mouth like little whispers. However, her lips were moving in such a way that what she was telling was obvious to anyone looking at her.

"Oh..." Ashlee bit her lower lip and paused. "Oh... Fuck... Me..." Her hands started to caress her tits over her cropped top then continued to go down to her belly and finally found their way to between her legs. "Mmmm..." She moaned as her fingers rubbed per pussy over the vibrating panties that kept her mind busy and foggy. "I... need... to... get... FUCKED..."

Her eyes kept shifting between the camera lens and the magician's eyes. Ashlee put two of her fingers into her mouth then her delicious lips closed between them. She started to suck on her fingers while her fingers kept herself on the edge of an orgasm as she continued to rub her pussy along with the vibrations she was receiving from the panties controlled by the old magician.

[User]
Marcus's eyes lit up on seeing his blond bimbo come sauntering out. His hungry gaze roved across the youthful curves of her body before resting on her impressive bust. He knew Ashlee came a long way from her women's studies, but the blonde still had a long way to go. "That's good, I can feel the desire dripping from you, but a blond fuckdoll like you needs a little bit more modification." He stepped forward and zoomed the camera on her tits. "Those are beautiful, but I know they'd look a million times better pierced." He reached down and cupped one of them. His fingers kneaded and teased the young woman's flesh before the camera swept down between her parted legs. "And, we need to talk about this." The camera lingered on her sex. "We'll get this pierced too. You'll be fine with all of that won't you sweetie," he asked.

He already knew the answer to the question as he pulled his hand away and focused the camera squared on Ashlee's face. "Tell the audience what you study in college."

[Assistant]
The horny young blonde was trying to deal with her neediness while the old magician manhandling her big tits casually as he kept recording her moaning and begging to get fucked in front of him.

Ashlee nodded with her head as she kept her moans silent by licking and biting her lips "do you want me to get pierced my titties, and pussy?" she repeated back to Marcus. She thought that was a part of the screenplay that the old magician was trying to improvise. So to play along, Ashlee knew that the old magician thought that she was lacking to follow through with his improvising, so she tried her best to keep the scene going.

Ashlee put her fingers on per pussy and re-started to massage it over her vibrating thong's fabric after Marcus pulled his hand off her. "I am a freshman in Woman Studies" She replied. she sounded more like she moaned it than saying it.

[User]
An amused chuckle rumbled through Marcus as he shifted the camera from the juicy folds of her sex and lingered on the vacant expression in her eyes. The soft parted words and breathy moans between them excited the old man. "Yes, we're going to get both your clit and nipples pierced then your transformation into the perfect fuckdoll will be nearly complete," Marcus praised as his fingers traced up her undulating stomach and cupped one of her breasts.

"Focusing on Women's studies is a bad fit for you Ashlee, baby. They want to control you and bury your sexuality underneath feminism and equality," Marcus spat out. "The only thing you need is a sugar daddy and a big cock to show you what you're missing," he continued as his hand moved up and lifted her chin.

"You have a big important test for this semester don't you," Marcus asked. He knew the answer already. "And, you're poised to fail it because the professor asks tough questions that you don't know the answer to, but don't worry. I know how to solve this." His fingers ran across her perfectly pursed lips. "You're going to give your professor a blowjob for an A."


[User] "Let me make a proposition to you then," Yuna said as she reached out to take Alicia's hands into her own; her dark brown eyes looking deeply into Ally's own dark blue orbs. "We'll play a game of truth or dare. First to refuse to answer a question or perform a dare looses. If you win, I'll leave you alone and I'll get the band to come to my house for the next two weeks. If I win, I get to take you on one date. Let me repeat that---that's two weeks of peace being wagered for one night alone with me."

[Assistant]
Alicia's eyes widened when the proposal was made. A date. she had to have heard her wrong. however the reassurance confirmed that she had in fact heard her correctly. "Don't you have a boyfriend to take on dates?" Alicia asked and felt stupid for doing so. Alicia did have suspicions about Yuna's orientation. Sure it was never confirmed but the weird passes got her suspicions going, it seemed now that they were right.

Swallowing hard Alicia spoke again. "All i have to do is win and you will give me two weeks of peace?" She asked. the problem was Alicia was quite cowardly, but she knew she could also cheat and just stick with truth. What reputation did she have to lose, plus it wasn't like Yuna would just go around telling her secrets to the world. With a slight nod Alicia agreed "Fine, I'll play. But you promise if I win, you will make sure they don't play here for two weeks?"

It wasn't really that Alicia hated the music, she liked it, but it was just tough to concentrate, Especially during the week when she had homework. During the weekends it was just cutting into her ability to get lost in the book she was reading, but on a school night, well her grades were slipping. She looked at Yuna and figured to start it off.

"Truth or dare?"

[User]
A sly smirk spread across Yuna's lips when her offer was accepted. She did not have a boyfriend to take on dates; she never had. She wasn't interested in guys and by the look on Alicia's face and the tone of shock in her voice, it seemed like the little blonde had put two and two together after so many years. It was actually a little bit of a relief to Yuna. Sarah and Alicia were the two most important people in her world, even if Alicia was constantly blowing her off. Now they both knew her dirty little secret.

"Now hold on," Yuna said through a half-laugh, half-giggle as she released Alicia's hands. "To answer your questions; No, I don't have a boyfriend to take on dates, yes, you just have to win to get two weeks of peace, and yes I will make sure that the band plays anywhere but here. But we need to set up some rules. First, no daring me to leave you alone. You can't make any dares that would directly result in me loosing or forfeiting the game by completing the dare. Second, you can't select truth more than twice in a row. We can't have you hiding behind a safety net now can we? It's truth or dare, after all. You gotta take a little risk. That said... I select dare!"

[Assistant]
Alicia sighed. Great there went her plan of just keeping herself safe by choosing truth. Still she had to now think of a dare. Of coarse there was the silly, "take off your clothes" but that is probably what Yuna would want Alicia to ask, so she decided to go for something else. She had to play dirty. Play with fire and be willing to break the girl quickly. But what could she do. She wasn't the best at thinking of something up on the spot, and telling her to wiggle her butt wouldn't be enough. Everything coming to Alicia's head she knew Yuna would do without hesitation.

After a few minutes of though Alicia smiled. Spying a pair of scissors on the coffee table she picked them up. Licking her lips and smirked. "I dare you, to cut your hair." Of coarse Alicia had made the mistake of not saying all of it or specifying how much she had to, meaning all Yuna would have to do is cut a single strand to qualify of doing the dare. Still Ali did not notice this and a smug smile was on her face. She was going to win, no way would the girl willing cut her hair, it was gorgeous even a straight girl like Ali loved it, why ruin it just for a stupid dare?

[User]
Yuna only smirked as the dare was made. Alicia's instincts were good on that one, but her execution of her plan was poorly thought out. Yuna would never cut her hair over a dare. She could always find another way to get what she wanted out of Alicia if need be, but there was no reason to worry. Alicia had been far too vague for her own good this time.

"Do you know the legend of the genie?" Yuna asked smugly as she reached out to take the scissors. As she continued to speak, she idly opened them and closed them in an ominous, taunting manner. "They give you three wishes, which seems like a grand thing, but genies are tricky creatures. They deliver on their promise of three wishes, using their magic powers to give you whatever you want... but there is a dark side to every wish. No matter how specific you are, the genie will twist your wish for their own amusement and there is nothing that you can do about it because, technically, the did exactly what they had promised..."

With that, Yuna brought the scissors up to the side of her head and pulled a single strand of hair out between the sheers before snapping them shut. There, she had cut her hair. It was a single strand, but she had completed the dare. A specific amount or length of hair was never named. Once Yuna had snipped that strand of hair, she raised her eyebrows in a teasing manner at Alicia, silently telling the blonde, 'I win', as she sat the scissors down on the nearby table. "So, Alicia, truth or dare?"

[Assistant]
"Fuck" Alicia growled under her breath. She would have to do better. Of coarse she knew the golden rule about truth or dare, while it was not official you weren't allowed to dare someone the same thing twice or piggyback a dare. So she was going to have to try harder next time. Still Yuna was smart, smarter than Alicia and would probably easily outsmart the girl. It was already a lost cause and Alicia didn;t realize it.

"Truth" She said calming herself, maybe she could think of something to tell Yuna to do that would actually stop her and give her the two weeks she promised. Then again she also wondered what the date would include, dinner and a movie, was she expecting her to get a kiss? It was confusing and Ali really had no idea how demanding Yuna would be on a date. Then there was the fact that Yuna, surviving the next turn would be able to dare Ali without any worry.

Which meant that Ali may end up doing something tragic Such as strip or even a kiss. Actually that would be really unfair, Having to kiss the girl. If Yuna won there was a good chance Alicia would have to kiss her anyway, so it was a default win for her. Alicia would have to make sure that Yuna could not ask that one. Quickly before Yuna could ask Ali the truth question Ali spoke "Also, on the dare, you can't ask me to kiss you. The kiss is reserved only if you win this, which you won't"

[User]
Yuna pretended not to hear the new rule forbidding her to dare a kiss out of Alicia. What the blonde did not realize was that is was moot. Alicia had proven with the intent of her dare that she was going to play fast and dirty, but it had been the little Asian girl's intention to do the same. Yuna had gone into this with a plan and it didn't involve anything so petty as a kiss.

Yuna was silent for a few moments as she turned her eyes upward in false thought. She already knew what she wanted to ask the blonde, but it would be more fun to make Alicia worry over it for a few moments. Of course, now that Yuna's secret was out, it would be even more fun to throw her young sister-like friend off tilt with a couple of bold passes unlike anything that Yuna had done previously. She knew just what to do and since Alicia had backed herself into a corner on the couch, she wouldn't be able to easily slip away.

With a smile sliding across her lips, Yuna's attention returned to her blonde friend as she leaned forward until her hands met the couch cushions. The little Asian scooted just a little closer to Alicia as she got ready to pounce and, once she was in position, she threw herself at her best friend's sister with the grace of a dancer.


[User] "I'm..." Nichole felt compelled to tell him the truth. "I'm okay. Excited, cause I, um, haven't been to a club before but I think my friends bailed on me..." Nichole traced one fingertip along the bar, next to her drink, and tried to hold her eyes to his. They were fiery, and in the light she could swear they were red. She looked out at the dance floor again then turned back to him.

[Assistant]
She shivered a little, almost squirming in her seat, and Malik's smile twitched a little, an expression of delighted attraction on his face. Her eyes attempted to hold to his, and he let every bit of the arousal and lust that fueled his being play through those red orbs, sparking and glowing as she gazed into them.

"Well, well. A virgin then. Or, at least to clubbing." He spun as she glanced at the dance floor, leaning back against the bar, his tall form stretching slightly. His shirt, a tight black t-shirt, rode up a little, exposing pale skin and a deep V shape that defined his hips, plunging down into the waistband of his pants. That amused, seductive smile still played out on his lips.

"It's quite simple, really. Drink, let yourself go, find someone you want to fuck, and ask them to dance." He flashed those pointed teeth at her again, and then knocked back the rest of his drink. "So beautiful... would you like to dance?"

[User]
One second, Nichole struggled to hold her eyes to him, too embarrassed and unwilling to be caught staring but the next, it seemed as if she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She blushed brightly, taking another sip as she watched him stretch out, her eyes wandering down. As soon as she realized that she had certainly been staring, she snapped her eyes back to his and instantly regretted it, her face flushing a bit brighter. The lust in his eyes was clear, but his question made it all the more evident. He had no hesitation, and every ounce of confidence that she so often seemed to lack.

Nichole suddenly smiled at him, more of an amused grin than anything, and slipped from her seat, finishing her own drink before extending a hand to him. She cleared her throat, hoping her voice would be steadier than her heart beat. "It would be my pleasure.." This wasn't what Nichole had planned for the night but something about this man was exactly what she wanted now.

[Assistant]
She had most definitely been staring at him, though that was something he was used to. Incubi had a natural draw to them, something that drew people in, even in ways that were not sexual. She flushed prettily as he caught her staring, and he gave her a reassuring smile, hand running through his hair, revealing the small, curling horns that protruded from the top of his head.

Malik took her hand in his and led her to the dance floor as a upbeat, pulsing song came on, one with clear undertones of desire and sex, and he spun her around, one hand pulling her hips back against his, pressing her ass to his body, the other cupping her cheek to turn her head up to look at him. Standing, he was much taller than her, by a full foot of difference, and he smiled slightly as his eyes wandered her.

"Come here, babygirl. Show daddy what you've got." He teased, a low purr in his throat as his fingers slid along her jaw and into her hair. "Tell me... should I be gentle with you?"

[User]
The dance floor was hot, with pulsing bodies and a buzz of excitement, an undertone of arousal that always persists in scenes like these. She was so unused to this, such an alien environment for Nichole to throw herself into but part of it was thrilling. She smiled and laughed as he spun her, her head spinning a bit more than she had expected and she couldn't tell if that was because of the alcohol or the man that now held her body close to his. She swayed her hips against him, heart racing and her mind wandering. His voice snapped her back to the moment though and she looked up at him, pursing her lips together in a smile.

Nichole paused for a moment, a bit nervously, then spoke, perhaps a bit too quietly. "Not... not a bit," she said. Her voice was shaky and breathy, reflecting the dazed, jittery thoughts racing through her head.

[Assistant]
The pounding music and pulsing heat of the dance floor ran through him, giving Malik further energy and thrill. Her quiet, shaky, breathy response made him smile brightly, a little purr in his throat that only she could hear, right next to her ear.

"Good girl, that's what I like to hear." He tugged her against him, more roughly, more firmly, pressing her swaying hips to his. Her smile only made his grow wider. "A girl who likes it rough and hard is... delicious." he teased, a hand sliding along her crop top to caress the soft, hot skin of her stomach with a slim, pale hand. Fingertips danced along her body, teasing at her waistband and shirt in equal measure, as if threatening to wander scandalously low or scandalously high on her body in the middle of the crowded dance floor.

"I'm Malik, doll. Though you can call me 'Daddy', since I'm going to take care of you tonight. Drink what you want, eat what you want, buy what you want. Let's make your first time a good time, hm?"

[User]
Nichole squealed and smiled brightly, pressed against him, and arched her back, pushing her ass further against him. She shivered at his touch, and brought one hand up to cover his, following it along her stomach while the other hand dropped back to the side of his thigh, running her fingers up and down along him as they swayed to the music. She leaned back, looking up at him, painfully aware now of how vulnerable she was. At his comment, though, she blushed again, bringing her eyes back down to the dancers around them, flustered. But she owed him a name.

"Nichole..." She paused, staring around them without really seeing anything. "I'm still not quite sure this isn't a dream," she said with a light laugh.

[Assistant]
Malik laughed, delighted by the sound she made and the comment at the end. She leaned back into him, however, clearly returning his affections and attentions, particularly as her hand slid along his thigh and her ass pressed firmly to him. She blushed and squirmed, almost, her fingers dancing against him as he spoke.

"A dream, hmm?" He teased. "Let me convince you it's real." He offered, and spun her around again, his hand sliding around to the small of her back, sliding up under her shirt to press between her shoulder blades as he pulled her into him. With the height difference, he was certain she would be quite aware of the sizable bulge that was now pressed against her quite firmly. But more importantly, his free hand laced into her hair. With a firm, rough tug, he used that grip to bring her lips to his in a hot, rough kiss, teeth biting at her lips, his own sliding over them.

Despite it being an aggressive kiss by all accounts, he still managed to kiss her gracefully and seductively, slowing down and becoming more sweet and sexy before he pulled away, lips slightly parted as he locked eyes with her. "Want more?"

[User]
Nichole gasped as he spun her, eyes going wide and her body now buzzing with adrenaline. Another shiver went down her spine, goosebumps rising on her back as she looked up at him, lust and a flash of fear swimming in her eyes. They rolled back, though, at the tug in her hair and she stood up on the tips of her toes to press into the kiss, some sort of instinct kicking in to react.

Her head swam with his touch, the bite causing her to let out a low moan, flushing her cheeks brighter. She wrapped her arms behind his neck, tugging lightly at his hair and tracing her nails along the back of his neck, toward his shoulder. When he finally pulled away, she clung tighter to him, her head swimming. Nichole bit her lip and looked up at him, suddenly aware of the bulge pressing against her, and nodded. Her voice shook more now than ever as she looked into his eyes. "Yes... please."


[User]
"Well, well. It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth. Why don't you come with me to the back room so you tell more about yourself and see whether or not you're suited for the job? Before you do that... Undo another button for me?" Meshawn chuckled before motioning her to follow him to the back, where his own private room was. Once there, there about twenty women there, all sexy and curvaceous, bracing their own bodies, licking their lips towards "Elizabeth," as she made her way further in. There were murmurs amongst the bimbos, and some were referring to him as, "Master." Once he had taken his seat on the bed, he would unzip his jeans and let out a huge, fat cock out in front of her.

"Now... let's start with the basics. You're already in the state of nervousness. Prove to me you're cut out being a slut in the club, and if you can surpass my expectations, I'll make you one of my personal whores where anyone who wants would have to pay top dollar to even sleep with you. If my cock being in presence gets you too horny, or too nervous: then you're not cut out for the job. For the first part... tell me your measurements and undo your dress down to underwear."

[Assistant] _Well, there's the sexual abuse angle,_ Elizabeth thought. Except it didn't much look like the people here didn't want it. She knew it was illegal for anyone to accept money for the sort of act he was asking for, but there didn't seem to be any evidence of anyone doing that. He wasn't even asking her to do it for money, so she thought it was probably a gray area. And a gray area isn't enough to arrest him on. She was of course, thinking about this while he was telling her he was going to do exactly that with her. As a result, she didn't hear it. "What? Oh." she said, looking at the very inviting 'huge fat cock' "You want me to?"

[User] "Yes. Quit spacing out and suck my cock now, Elizabeth. I'll be glad to make you my bedroom slut." Meshawn told her bluntly as his cock was already fixated on to her, drooling pre-cum out from the sides as it covered his cock, becoming smegma. "While you're at it... I'd like to tell you, you have a pretty face and beautiful tits. You're suited for this kind of job. A whore that can't stop craving her master's cock."

[Assistant] Elizabeth didn't hear anything after "suck my cock now" because she was already so fixated on it. Unthinkingly, she took out her breasts and began licking it. She hadn't done much of this before, and usually her partners were not so demanding. She certainly hadn't done it as part of an undercover mission before. It was an exhilarating experience. He said something about her pretty face and beautiful tits that she sort of understood "-nk -oo" she said around a mouthful of cockmeat sandwich.

[User] Meshawn would pull the back of her head towards his cock thoroughly. He seemed to enjoy himself thus far before his pre-cum would drown itself into the back of her throat. "Keep going, slut." He told her simply before smacking the side of her head. When he felt satisfied he would take his cock out, and motion her to get on the bed. "Stand up with your arms behind your head, and squat down. I will be, "examining," your pussy from the front."

[Assistant] Elizabeth suddenly realized this was getting out of control. She got up when asked but held out her hands "Wait, no I don't know if I can do this." she said, inching toward the door. She looked almost afraid she was about to get fucked and she wasn't ready for a fuck yet.

[User] Meshawn would tug at her hand and pull her. He would shove his cock in between her thighs and smack her ass. "Bitch, you are not getting anywhere until I have a taste of that soft pussy of yours. Don't make me come after you and fuck you the harder way."

[Assistant] Elizabeth screamed! A couple people looked toward her but they all backed away. It would seem this guy was the kind of guy that got a wide berth in a bar. She reached out toward the bystanders "Please!" she said. Never mind the fact that she'd just put some cock in her mouth and that might tweak the expectations of what she was there for. When the dick got between her thighs though, it was a little too much. She squealed. And although it was not a squeal of pleasure, it was easy to take it as such.

[User] Meshawn undid her pants and let his cock stiffen as it kissed her entrance slightly. He grabbed the scalp of her head before pushing his large, engorged cock into her pussy. It took a full minute for his dick to enter inside her before it kissed her womb. "How does that feel bitch?!" He asked as he smacked her ass and pulled her by the waist. He grabbed her right breast and harshly pinched her nipple as his thrusts hit her like a train.

[Assistant] Elizabeth could feel him pressing immediately "N-no! NO!" came in response to it. She knew what was about to happen. The hair pull ignited something visceral. "uhh-AAH!" she squealed when he penetrated, and came away slightly bloody. "No! Please, stop! We don't have to let this get out of hand. You can still turn back" And she could still turn back at this point. She could still maybe summon the courage to arrest him. She couldn't see her purse or feel the strap though. Her eyes shifted around the scene. Some people had pulled out phones and were variously taking pictures, texting, and possibly a few of them were posting her to porn hub now. The whole thing was disgusting. She now understood too late, the need for a buddy system. But even now she was rationalizing that it could fuck up the whole op.

[User] Some of the girls that was under Meshawn's harem had come to her and restrained her arms and legs. Meshawn continued to fuck her as brutally as he wanted. He had then grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled it back, his cock going deep into her pussy as he had done so. "You like that...?" He asked as he smacked her ass. He gave another hard smack, chuckling to himself, "You don't know me! I'll make you my bitch and fucking impregnate your pussy as many times as I want!" He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple hard.

[Assistant] Elizabeth's body was starting to quiver and shake. She wasn't supposed to have a positive reaction to this. She hid it by trying to thrash around in apparent protest and pull out of his girls' grips. "NO! I'll n-never like it. Oh god" she said. She broke free momentarily from the girls, and tried to kick Meshawn off of her, but slipped and fell. It was not far, so it didn't hurt, but that just made it easier for the girls to get her back in place. "Why are you doing this?"

[User] "There's no reason needed. I just like fucking hot women and claiming them as mine. Look at all the girls around you, from college students to housewives to even their families... I've made them all slaves to my cock... but I'll give you the best treatment you could ever get for thinking you can escape. Cuff her." The girls nodded and would cuff her hands as they placed them around his neck and her legs would be cuffed after huddling around the back of his waist... "Now, be my personal cocksleeve!" He said this as he plunged his humongous cock inside her womanhood, thoroughly pushing his dick right into her cervix. He grabbed her tit and pinched at the nipple.

[Assistant] Elizabeth tried to protest, but her body was telling her something her mind did not want. It was soooo good. "N-no, I think you're going down for this. I will take you down." she protested emptily. But through the protest, she didn't resist being cuffed. Elizabeth wasn't sure what to think right now "AAAAH-aaah" the officer squealed at the cervical intrusion. She expected to hate it. She was sure that his cock was actually damaging her, but it felt so bad and so good at the same time. She didn't even notice her nipple being pinched her mind was so racked by the depth of his cock.

[User] Meshawn would grab her tight ass and grasp both of her butt cheeks. he pushed his cock into her multiple times, never ceasing as he smacked her across the face. Though, he would push his tongue into her mouth to French Kiss her. "Mmm, you taste sooo good, and your tits are amazing. I think I'll have you bear my children!" He grabbed unto her tits and squeezed hard enough for his markings to come unto her chest before he would let loose multiple shots of cum inside her.