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"I really want to taste you," Jax confessed, aided by her own shamelessness. "If I can make you cry out that would be even better," He noted as he watched her tease herself. Inexperienced as he was he could certainly see how wet and aroused Zevani was and knew how hard his own cock was, showing just how much he needed this too.

At first, he just nodded before phrasing it how he'd been about to earlier. "I just want to eat your pussy," He bluntly confessed before joining her on the bed, taking just a few moments to settle comfortably and bring his face close to her bare sex. In this more human form, she looked different but just as appealing. If forced to chose he would have been lost for words but fortunately, with Zevani he could have both.

Jax briefly looked up at her before deciding actions spoke much louder, extending his tongue and giving a very slow, exploratory first lick that would let him taste her and gently part her just a little. It started right at the lowest point before raising up to press his tongue flat as he could on her clit where he tried to pressure a little. Though he wasn't used to it he could already tell how useful this tongue was sure to prove.

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The Ifrit smiled at him as he said he wanted to taste her, but also make her cry out. "Oh, I'll tell you when you do well, sound fair?" While he may be inexperienced, he seemed eager. Eager to experience her, as well as to learn, and that honestly made for an excellent experience even when someone was less practiced. Or at least, she was finding she thought it did, with Jax. When he grew more blunt the smile broadened. "As long as you let me taste your cock later?" Zevani figured the best way to show him she didn't mind lewd talk, was to return some of his with her own.

Watching as he made himself comfortable, she slid a finger over her wet slit once, before she moved her hand to give him room to work. Jax wasted no time, licking her slowly from bottom to top, and then she felt him press against her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue. Hissing out a breath, the fingers of one hand slid into his hair, eagerly curling there. Not trying to direct him, simply holding on, as he tested out the new dimensions and strength of his tongue. "Oh, yes... I think you'll grow skilled at that very quickly. " She complimented him, her eyes focused on his face.

Each new lick made her shiver faintly or let out a hum of approval. Zevani had almost forgotten how nice it was, to have someone focus entirely on you and your pleasure. Oh, she'd definitely repay him in kind! "Oh! Yes..." the redhead hissed out, "Just there... that's lovely, Jax!" While she did try.to hold still for him, to let him work at his own pace, he eventful her hips start to shift a little.

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"Please do, I love hearing it," Jax accepted gratefully, already hungry to hear her murmuring sweet compliments if he succeeded in pleasuring her. When she returned his lewd comment in kind he immediately nodded. "God, yes. Any time you want to. Do you really want to taste it?" He couldn't help asking, never having imagined someone would be hungry to pleasure him like that despite his own hunger for Zevani it wasn't easy to picture it reflected back at his own, to his mind, relatively meagre form. In fairness, he still was not used to the blessings she had granted.

Her teasing made him ache, deepening his hunger in unison with that hand on his hair. Even when it tugged a little he just moaned, enjoying the slightest hint of pain as he pressed firmly to her clit when she gave that reaction. That was what he was hoping to do. Feel what she liked and repeat it. If he could have thanked her he would have but he settled that pleasuring her said it loudest.

Zevani's sounds urged him on but her words did, even more, encouraging him to pause where she directed. His greedy tongue lapped over her clit, pressing and circling and doing all that it could to experiment with a variety of different sensations. It felt right to test things and he could hardly help himself in his hunger he was almost behaving instinctively. Her taste was deeply addictive already and he wondered how he would ever pull himself away or stop licking his lips when he had.

It was that incredible taste that finally stopped Jax from just teasing, running his tongue down to her entrance and pushing more out of hunger than any effort to be sensual. Hopefully, his lust for her would outweigh his lapse in patience. Jax briefly wondered if this was the same pussy he had buried his cock in or if the transformation had changed that, too, but that thought was only momentary as the taste of Zevani coated his tongue and he began to thrust it in and out of her quickly, greedily taking all that she would give him and moaning in hungry appreciation of her body's taste.

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The rapid question back to her made her chuckled a little, "Very much so." She purred to him, watching as he worked, her fingers gently sliding through his hair. He did have nice hair, she thought, no need for her to alter that at all, in her opinion. "I very much enjoyed the brief taste I had before, I wasn't just saying that to stroke your ego." Zevani was grinning a bit crookedly now as he went to her clit, lapping and pressing on it, exploring, a thought popping into her head between her little moans.

"Yes, oh... that was very nice!" A faint groan slipped free as she encouraged a particularly firm lick over her clit. Yet she waited to give him an idea, as she wanted to see if he faltered. Jax seemed ravenous for her, which was remarkably flattering, even to a powerful entity. Not everyone liked giving as much as receiving, after all! When he started to delve into her with his tongue, she groaned out and let her head fall back, her fingers curling a bit further in his hair.

"Mmn... yes! You're such a quick learner..." Zevani panted softly as she clearly enjoyed his efforts, "You know... when I do return this lovely favor... you could fuck my face." The moaning Ifrit said between her sounds, and if he stopped, she would shift her hips a bit to encourage him further.

It was clear she was teasing him, but only in that he seemed to like hearing her say lewd things. As it was, she would let him do just that, or she'd just do it herself if he'd rather sit back. "Mm, yes!" Zevani gasped out as he hit a particularly pleasant spot.

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Somewhere in his mind Jax noted her compliment and accepted it gratefully. Knowing a being like her liked his taste was a deep compliment and not one he had received before. He'd certainly be all too happy to slide his cock into her soft, warm mouth at every opportunity. It throbbed, aching intensely at the image even as he ignored it for the sake of pleasuring her.

It was only her lewd offer that cut through the near daze he was in, making Jax instinctively and immediately nod his head even if he refused to pull his tongue away. If she would let him, and not be offended, he'd be all too happy to treat Zevani a little rougher than he had so far. He'd found, so far, that he enjoyed feeling her take a strong grip on his hair, too.

As much of a struggle as it was, he briefly pulled back, knowing she had cried out that she liked a particular spot and intending to return soon. With a slight pant he looked up at her, his eyes excited. "I really want to fuck your face. But I want you to cum on mine first. You can hold my hair harder. I want you to use my tongue. Please?" He almost begged, wanting to feel her hand taking the pleasure she needed from him. Jax had never really thought intensely about domination or submission. Right now it was all instinctive and he just knew he wanted Zevani to guide him and get off as intensely as she could.

He had barely finished speaking when he returned, briefly lapping at her before moving into a shameless, greedy kiss that saw his strong, long tongue sliding deep as it could to begin with renewed hunger at the taste of her and knowledge of just how sensual and hedonistic he could sense she was.

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Zevani was far more tough than she seemed, even more so than a human woman would be. Slowly, she was trying to show Jax that. To let him know he could be a bit rough with her for the sake of passion and that was quite alright. When he pulled back for a moment, she let out a little whine of loss, and then a huff of soft laughter as he told her what he wanted.

"Of course, gladly." The Ifrit cooed at him, and as he speared his tongue back into her, she groaned and gripped his hair more tightly as he'd suggested. Her fingers curled, nails gently scraping over his scalp before she had a secure hold. Then she stopped holding back, moving her hips up into his face as she used that grip to start guiding his head. "Oh... I love it..." Zevani gasped out and shuddered in pleasure. Usually, none of her partners wanted to be on the receiving end of this treatment, only the giving.

She found now, she quite liked it, controlling his head, rolling her hips up to meet his mouth so her clit ground against his nose each time. Yes, she could get used to this, especially with how eager Jax was for her to do so. While she could be rather demanding, she didn't enjoy taking without her partner enjoying as well, after all. And the enhancements she'd made to his tongue and general endurance meant he didn't even feel a strain letting her take over.

It wasn't long before she moved her other hand to hold onto his head as well, gasping between moans. "Jax... you're going to make me cum!" Zevani whimpered out, clinging to him as she worked his tongue back and forth inside of her heat. With the new size of his tongue, he could feel when she did go over that edge, the way her pussy squeezed and dragged along him. As she did she cried out in pleasure and gripped him firmly, grinding into him and forgetting for a moment to even let him breathe---though she didn't do so for lack of regard, she simply was totally overwhelmed.

By the time her fingers loosened and she let them slide from his hair, she was left quivering and whimpering in a heap on the plush bed.

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Jax was grateful that she accepted and even more grateful when she gripped his hair. The sensation of her taking over was a new one but it aroused him intensely, making his cock harder still as he let her use his mouth and face however she liked. He could do little more than moan and lavish her with loving attention through his long tongue as she did exactly as she saw fit to.

From the eager sounds, he did his best to make at every opportunity he trusted she would know just how much he adored this, more when she let him feel her press up against his nose in her eagerness. The scent of her sex was intoxicating and he felt no hint of shame or discomfort at being so thoroughly used like that.

Zevani's warning only made him do what he could to work harder and as soon as she climaxed he swallowed, lapping greedily at her to take all that her body would generously offer him. His eyes closed tight he was almost shivering with the satisfaction of both having made her climax and having swallowed for her.

Rather than pulling away too fast he gently continued, slowing his pace and letting it come to a natural slow as his tongue lapped a little less deep each time. Finally, he was barely moving, parting with a soft, adoring kiss to her sex. "I really love your pussy," He bluntly murmured, speaking while he did his best to catch his breath.

Uncertain of what to do next Jax moved up the bed, settling right beside Zevani he pressed up against her and did his best to wrap his arms around the quivering woman. It wasn't easy to imagine a being like her needed comfort quite like a human might but Jax was a sensitive person and seeing someone vulnerable made him want to embrace them, even if in doing so he pressed himself right up to them his intentions were relatively kind. He didn't say anything, instead wanting to let her be the one to speak when she was ready.

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The Ifrit hadn't given him that larger, stringer tongue with herself in mind, but now as he was driving it into her core she was very, very grateful for it. Zevani had plenty of lovers of a variety of kinds in the past, but Jax had a certain desperate need to please she'd not seen before. It was a bit intoxicating, how much she enjoyed it. So she gave him what he'd asked for, using his tongue and even his nose to bring herself off.

It was, after all, mutually beneficial. Jax let her down easily, slowing his gentle licks before he eventually stopped and pulled his face from her. Zevani felt her fingers uncurl and her hands fall to her sides at the same time, freeing him. While his moving to lay next to her wasn't surprising, the way he wrapped his arms about her so sweetly was. It made the woman instinctively turn more toward him and nuzzle against his warm chest.

It took another few heartbeats before she spoke, a little smile tugging at her full lips. "What you lack in experience you make up for admirably in other ways." Shifting to tip her head slightly, she looked up at him, her arm sliding about his waist in a rather affectionate manner. And why not? He'd done the same. Holding her in the aftershocks of her pleasure.

"I think I perhaps am lucky that you found me, Jax." While Zevani didn't have any great disdain or dislike for humans, she often had for mages. And those were also who she was usually around. Jax was not a mage and she was glad for it. He seemed far more genuine in his responses and reactions to her. Actually grateful for what she could do! That was a novelty. Usually her keepers in the past valued her only as a tool and nothing else, ignoring the fact she had emotions much like them.

After a pause to recover, the redhead leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jax's lips, the smile still there on her own. "Any time you wish to practice that, I am happy to help." A grin spread across her face at that.

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She was so sweet and endearing, even if she still scared him in some ways her warmth was utterly undeniable and he welcomed the way she pressed up against him. "Thank you," He accepted her compliment gratefully, so glad he could satisfy her and already knowing she'd soon make up for his lack of experience.

It was stunning to think she felt like she was the lucky one in this equation but Jax certainly wasn't about to fight that. He accepted it for what it was, trusting Zevani was naturally honest, and just felt glad. From his side his luck outweighed hers but he could certainly accept that a lot of people would be eager to abuse the terms of this arrangement at every opportunity whereas he felt all too happy for anything she could give him.

As she kissed him he returned it gently, quickly nodding and feeling his still-aching cock throb where it pushed up against her. "I'll hold you to that. You taste so good, Zevani. I'm sure I'll have my head between those legs often," Jax shamelessly admitted, pulsing a little against her as he spoke and pictured how many positions he wanted to pleasure her in.

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The fact was she generally was just an object to mages, one that was pretty and alluring in some ways, yes. But most of them had been more interested in her providing them human women somehow. Giving them riches to purchase slaves or woo them, making them more attractive. Perhaps Jax not knowing what she was, and seeing her so naked when she first appeared had played a part in his reaction, but she felt that even if she'd told him immediately everything she could do for him, he still would have been interested in her.

It wasn't missed that he was still so hard against her hip, and one of her hands moved down to very gently stroke her fingertips over him. "I'm glad you enjoy it... you taste good as well. And I am still eager to have more." The words had switched from playful to sultry, and she smiled at him with a bit of a predatory look. Of course, she'd given him permission to take control if he wanted, but she was still quite eager!

Shifting, she helped him up, and guided him to stand at the edge of the bed, where she could easily reach him from her knees. They splayed out as she sat back on her heels, rather lewdly displaying her slit for him as she took in the new more muscular frame. "You wear this muscle well." Zevani trailed a finger down his chest, examining him. She hadn't changed his general shape, just added muscle, but he was built well for it she felt. When she had reached his cock again, she slid her finger from the base to tip, then leaned down and kissed the same place her finger had just been.

"You really do have a lovely cock, Jax..." Zevani looked up at him as she let her tongue swirl around the head, tasting him before she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around him. As he filled her mouth, and she let out a pleased sound, fingers curling around the base to stroke and tease him.

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One of the most intoxicating things about Zevani was her shameless desire. It was refreshing and exciting all at once, making him swiftly forget how most humans could be. The moment she suggested she have more he was unbearably eager to bury his cock in her mouth and let her taste it all she liked. Despite his gentle side the times she encouraged him to use her were gradually awakening a more lustful, dominant aspect he'd never really known was there.

Just as she admired his figure he adored hers, stunned by those perfect curves that he didn't think a human could naturally achieve. He moaned when she teased him, making him shiver with pleasure as her soft lips touched his cock and he closed his eyes tight. It almost hurt as it throbbed for her.

Eventually, he reopened his eyes to smile and blush a little. "It's all yours," He replied warmly as he groaned particularly deeply when she began to suck on the thick, precum-dripping tip. "Oh my god..." Jax murmured softly as he fought to stay watching her. He desperately wanted to look Zevani in the eyes during this.

Despite himself, he could not bear to just be teased, reaching out he ran his fingers through her hair before taking a firm grip near the base where he could slowly but surely encourage her to bury her mouth and, inevitably, her throat against his cock. "You look so good like that," He praised in eager approval, truly adoring both her beauty and her very visible eagerness.

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That groan and oath, as well as him saying his cock was all hers, made her eyes sparkle in mischief even as she wrapped her lips around him and tasted his precum on her tongue. Perhaps she was purposefully teasing him, testing his limits, but she stayed with her mouth around the thick head until he gripped her fiery hair and pushed himself forward.

Zevani shuddered and groaned out her approval as he did so, her tongue writhing along his shaft as it slid into her mouth and inevitably into her throat. There it squeezed and spasmed around his cock, her eyes staring up at him with clear arousal and enjoyment. Of course she didn't think he meant it, that his cock was all hers. But for the moment she was quite glad for it, eagerly swallowing him down as she let him control her head.

When he pulled back just a little, to let her breathe, she shivered at the hand in her hair. That was something she couldn't get enough of, it seemed, in addition to everything else she enjoyed about sex. A hand in her hair, even if it was simply hanging on and not controlling her, was just so lovely.

Since he'd taken over, she moved her fingers, stroking down over his hip, thigh, and then over his heavy balls for a moment to see if it was something he enjoyed. When he did start to move her, she would rock herself back to allow him to do so easily, saliva quickly coating his shaft and making each stroke thereafter a little easier.

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Though he had been cautious about settling his hand there he soon saw just how much Zevani liked it and gripped slightly tighter. It was surreal to be given so much control over a being like her but he was hardly going to turn it down. The thought that such a powerful woman wanted him to dominate her was exciting in a way he'd never imagined.

When her soft touch reached his heavy balls he closed his eyes and moaned loud. He hadn't realized how over-full and sensitive they felt until now. Clearly, her magic had seen to that when she revitalized him. They ached deeply for more of her soft, massaging touches. "Please. Keep your hands there. They feel so full," He groaned, already dying to empty them again.

In his lust he pumped his hips harder, thrusting in and out of her soft, wet mouth in steady pumps that each saw him bury his cock a little deeper. Despite the control in his position, he was moaning and shivering, clearly almost overwhelmed by the sensations her mouth was granting him. Even if she had aided his stamina a mouth like hers was still nearly impossible to resist.

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With her full lips sliding over the silky skin of his shaft, they soon became more pink, tingling with the friction of it. Each thrust made him slide further into her mouth after that first deep one, and she tipped her head in such a way as to try and give him unimpeded access to her throat. All the while, she was letting out soft pleased sounds, barely audible over the growing wet noise of him thrusting into her mouth.

The encouragement to keep touching him made her shiver a bit, her fingers gently caressing over his balls, weighing them in her hand. They did indeed feel full, her magic having made sure of it. After all, he had said he wanted to keep going, she only made sure he could enjoy it to it's fullest!

Zevani looked up at him, green eyes large but heavy-lidded with her own arousal. It was clear she enjoyed him taking over as much as she did taking control of him. It was a very intoxicating sort of give and take, she thought, and she could very much get used to being allowed that sort of freedom.

Gently, very gently, she let the barest tips of her nails tease over his tight, heavy balls, just shy of light enough so as not to tickle. Then she went back to caressing. As he increased his thrusts, she used the way she was kneeling on the bed to push forward a bit at the end of each one, until her nose was bumping up against his abdomen. Now she groaned out as he slid into her throat, temporarily cutting off her air as she shuddered.

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Jax barely knew what to do with himself, reveling in the hedonism and thrill of their shared moment while still stunned as to how his day had ended here. This was beyond his wildest fantasy. For a moment he thought it must be his imagination running wild but before the seconds could draw out the sensations of Zevani's lips brought him back to reality. There was no way this was anything but purely, perfectly real.

Those piercing green eyes of hers made it hard to look away no matter how much her soft touches made it tempting to shut his eyes tight. As she adjusted he shivered with pleasure and excitement, pumping his hips harder still when she opened up her throat for him.

If she was worried about struggling to breathe she didn't let on and so he only increased his pace, using her mouth for his pleasure in the way that came most naturally to him. Before long Jax was moaning louder and louder, his cock throbbing and pulsing in his lover's mouth as he struggled to hold on and contain himself.

"You're..." He murmured, knowing she would guess what was coming before he managed to finish his sentence. "You're going to make me cum," Jax warned, feeling he owed her that even as his aching balls tightened and begged for release.

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Watching him as he started to thrust more eagerly, more fully into her mouth, made her groan in approval. Even in this position where he was clearly in control, Zevani made it very clear she was enjoying every moment of it. Her eyelids grew heavier with her lust, the bright green of her eyes still finding his as she positioned herself just so. It was too good to not watch, the way his face shifted with his pleasure, and she wanted to see that moment he lost control.

He warned her, even though she could feel his balls tighten even further under her gentle fingers. They squeezed, very gently, as if encouraging him to do it, to spill himself in her throat. It was very obviously what she wanted though she did appreciate his desire to warn her even so.

Upon him starting to cum, she pushed her nose up against his belly, encouraging him to spill in her throat if he wanted. It was of course clear she wouldn't mind where he might want to finish, though, because if the fingers in her hair tugged, they'd easily pull her back as well.

Whichever way he chose to, in her throat, her mouth, over her face... she would clearly savor it, a loud groan slipping free as she watched his features contort with his pleasure. And she wouldn't stop with her careful stimulation until he was completely spent, left only to twitch in her fingers.

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Without a word, her desire-filled gaze and gentle squeeze made it so obvious what she needed. Jax almost lost it immediately but held off for a few more pumps, wanting to work out the messiest climax he could. The fact she was so hungry for it was intoxicating and he almost felt dizzy as his orgasm spilled over the edge.

Jax's long, thick cock pulsed hard in Zevani's mouth as pleasure rushed up from his tight, aching sack to flow through his shaft and begin to spill deep inside her throat over, and over, and over. No magic was needed, simply raw desire and her skillful touches as he continued to helplessly cum for her, giving her every drop of his thick, warm seed while moaning intensely.

"Oh my god Zevani..." Jax murmured, feeling almost dizzy as his cock slowly started to soften deep in her mouth. Still, he could not and would not pull it back on his own. She was going to have to do that. Where he stood over her Jax briefly flicked his eyes closed and smiled. "I think I need a rest," He confessed quietly, wanting nothing more than to embrace Zevani and rest side by side. He wondered if she needed it, or appreciated it. Hopefully.

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The way he flooded her throat was much welcome, clearly, by the groan she let out as she swallowed every drop he offered her. And she stayed touching him, with his cock deep in her mouth, for long moments, enjoying the way she could feel his pulse in it and the way it twitched. Zevani felt a bit smug, at the satisfied, dazed look when Jax said he needed a rest.

Slowly, still working her tongue over his cock, she pulled away and then finally let him pop free from her lips with a little gasp. "I suppose I will let you rest, so you don't collapse on me... or pass out while I ride you." There was a sparkle of amusement in the brilliant green of her eyes, showing she was just teasing him. She'd of course let him rest! Even for someone used to that much sex she'd done her best to make it as intense for him as possible.

Rocking her hips back, she sat up, wiping at the corner of her mouth with her tongue before she flopped back onto the bed and patted next to her. "Come, hold me?" It was a question, she was as equally hopeful that he'd be up for that. Zevani might not be human, but affection was not a solely human thing, either. As he laid next to her, she turn to herself and curl into him, draping an arm and leg over him, her soft body very warm on his skin. "I'm pleased you enjoyed that so much, Jax. Just rest, you don't have to worry about anything just now." Even if he had a job he might have previously needed to consider, now? He didn't have to. She would provide whatever he needed. And she was starting to think it would be quite fun to do so!


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Akane was late for class. For some university students, this would be a daily occurrence. Akane would recognize them, slinking into class with an embarrassed expression on their faces. Or, just as she was boarding the little commuter train, she'd see them dashing madly onto the platform, perhaps just barely making it onto the train, perhaps tossing their books onto the ground in frustration, watching as the train pulled away. But never her, not before today.

Even as she ran, arms pumping, long legs carrying her quickly along the sidewalk, the hem of her skirt flaring with the motion of her body, Akane frowned. She'd woken up late, and still tired... no, not tired. Disoriented. She'd had the strangest dream, or perhaps series of dreams. Hadn't she? She could barely remember now. Something where she'd felt power, and light... and a strange tingle, all over. Something about the thought made Akane blush, just a little, her exquisitely beautiful features coloring with more than just her exertion. What had happened in that dream, anyway?

No time to think about it now. "Oh no..." Akane's face fell; she was almost to the platform, but the train was already there. Had it been there long, or was it just arriving? If it was just arriving, maybe she could still make it.

"Come on, come on..." Akane said through grit teeth, exhorting herself, or the train, or both. She put on another burst of speed, the last sprint before the finish line. Akane had always been athletic, doing running and gymnastics when she was younger. The steady bounce of her generous breasts, and the sway of her curving hips as she ran reminded her why she'd switched to swimming as she got older. Up the stairs, feet pounding, vision blurring... she was almost there... she could see the doors beginning to close. Twisting her body, Akane just barely managed to slide inside, her buckled shoes skidding over the surface.

"Whew!" Akane breathed relief. And air. Her generous chest heaved noticeably, rising and falling, evidence of her recent exertions. Gathering herself, Akane tucked her luxurious auburn hair back away from her face. Adjusting her book bag under her arm, she stepped to the nearest window, reaching up to grab a hand hold. She'd made it. Disoriented and out of sorts, but she'd made it.

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The commuter train was crowded, but not anymore than it was usually, and the scent of the packed bodies crammed with less than an inch between each of them filled the air. Furtive glances flitted toward the auburn haired youth, eyes catching little teases of her lovely thighs scarcely bared between her thigh highs and the hem of her skirt, or alternatively looking to the heavy breasts which rose and fell with the exertion of her rush.

In moments the train jolted slightly as it began moving, causing the men and women stuffing the interior of the train to sway gently in response, steadied by the handholds. Akane herself was shifted by the movement, though it was of course not unexpected, and she felt only a slight brushing of fingers against the bit of exposed flesh between her skirt and thigh highs for the moment her body was moved.

Likely she thought it was purely unintentional, caused only by the sudden motion of the commuter train, but the man behind her was under no such delusions. His day had been... uneventful thus far, frustrating to say the least, as lovely student after student had evaded his grasp. He would have left by now, had not such a beautiful young woman happened to rush onto the train just before him. As the train picked up speed and the passengers adjusted to the movement, the student's body seemed to beckon to him simply by its appearance alone. He gave a nervous glance to the others around him... no, he was sure no one with a strong moral compass would interfere. It was mostly high school boys around the two of them, delinquents by his guess given their appearance and late arrival. They might even enjoy a show...

And so he shifted his position slightly, placing himself a little to the opposite side of Akane from the window, and with a trembling pair of hands moved suddenly to grab hold of one of Akane's generous breasts, heavy orb filling his hand, and skin warm even through the thin school uniform she wore. As he did so he pressed his hips against Akane, using his weight to press her against the window; all the better to keep her from getting away.

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The touch on Akane's thigh made her shiver, full lips parting in a soft sigh, almost but not quite a moan. She shifted a little, moving away from what she assumed was an accidental touch, common enough in these tight quarters. Perhaps it was because of the strange sensation; strange that there was a sensation, or at least such a strong one, from being touched. But for one reason or another, Akane, normally quite aware of her surroundings on the train, was totally unaware of the man approaching her from behind.

Unaware until a pair of hands reached around her body, grabbing her breasts. Akane had been dealing with perverts for years, ever since puberty had made her a target. Her breasts, full and firm, were always being groped. Normally, it immobilized her only for a moment, and then she was able to fight back, pushing away or yelling at them in a commanding voice. She inhaled, breasts rising, ready to to just that.

_Wait..._ Although they were always somewhat sensitive, Akane wasn't prepared for the wave of sensation as he touched her. She looked down, hazel eyes wide, watching as hands gripped her chest. She could see her breasts move beneath his squeezing fingers, pressing against the cloth. The thin fabric offered little protection, the warmth of his hands tangible. How much more might she feel without her top...

Slowly, helplessly, Akane let her breath out in a feathery sigh, lips parting. "Y... you..." Biting her lip, Akane gasped, unable to resist as he pressed her up against the window. _Why can't I...?_ Hands clenched down at her sides, bare thighs flexing.

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The man, the pervert, felt his heart pounding in his chest. He had enjoyed his share of beautiful victims, of course, but this one was on an altogether greater caliber of temptation. What was more, she didn't put up the usual strong spirited resistance that beautiful women, so used to being harassed and having been forced to gain some willfulness as a result of being the constant center of attention, generally offered. Rather, she her shifting and suppressed moans seemed to communicate that she was almost letting him grope her body... and that indication gave him confidence.

His hands continued their work at first, fingers finding one of her nipples having stiffened beneath her top, and silky hair brushing against his face as she twisted in response to his teasing, carrying with it the scent of womanly shampoo. He released one of his hands suddenly, offering a moment of relative cessation despite his other hand squeezing down hard at just that moment, before his free hand slid up her back beneath her shirt, and unclasped her bra.

With her shirt still on he then tore away the bra with this hand beneath her shirt, moving it aside just enough to begin to feel her supple skin directly. And what skin it was! Soft, warm, pliant and tipped with a lovely hardened nub which he pinched and rolled beneath his fingers. All the while he pressed his hips against her further, something hard rubbing against her rear as he subconsciously rocked his hips against her splendid body, absentmindedly dry humping her with an almost animalistic passion.

And all while this was occurring the group of delinquents of course noticed Akane's predicament, and though they kept quiet lest they give away the lewd act occurring right there in public, they did not take their eyes from her alluring face or breasts being groped beneath her shirt. It wasn't often that they might get to see a porno played out in front of them, of course, and for youths just barely legal themselves they weren't about to spoil such a wonderful treat.

The pervert's hand, the one still outside of her clothing, then took Akane's top shirt button, and popped it loose as he began to release her generous breasts to the open air...

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Biting her lip again, Akane did her best to muster her resistance. "Don't..." She managed to say, her voice as breathy and soft as before. Any further words cut off in a gasp as fingers found one of her stiffened nipples, tangible beneath the fabric of her top. Gritting her teeth, her hands slowly began to lift up, to reach for his, to pull it away.

Akane's eyes widened, her lips parting in another gasp, as she felt the clasp of her bra give way. Despite her distraction, she felt it immediately, the sudden release of pressure across her breasts, the firm orbs bouncing once as they came free of their confinement, now covered only by the thin white fabric of her uniform top. Slightly translucent, the pink curves of her could be seen beneath, quivering and enticing. Hazel eyes widened as her bra was torn away, the man's hand moving again. _Wait..._ Akane couldn't quite manage to voice an objection.

"Ahh..." As much sensation as she'd felt before, it was nothing compared to the feeling as her bare breasts were groped. They were firm, but wonderfully soft to the touch, yielding easily to the press of his fingers. Akane gasped as he teased her sensitive nipple, sending a new shock of pleasure through her. Helplessly, she arched her back into his touch, breasts lifting, pressing into his grip, and against the glass of the window. Her hands, clenching again, fell back to her side, writhing gently in place as the man pressed against her, teased her.

She felt the button give way. Biting her lip, Akane glanced down, as first a hint of cleavage, and then the tops of her generous breasts were exposed. She glanced around quickly, eyes wide. Noting the teens looking at her, she blushed, unable to hide the look of guilty pleasure on her lovely as she was exposed and teased.

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Another tug on her nipple caused Akane's back to arch, her heavy breasts causing the now loosened fabric of her top to strain under the pressure. It deepened and emphasized her cleavage beautifully, as well as providing tantalizing glimpses of the shape of her breasts just beneath her shirt. Her nipples, too, could be seen poking out starkly from the thin fabric, teased ever so slightly by that fabric just as the man's thumb rolled over one of them yet again. It was truly an amazing sight for the onlookers, and what's more the train seemed to be passing by an adjacent walking path.

People from outside the train thus saw, albeit only for a moment as the train rolled along, as the man behind her evidently grew impatient, and with one forceful rip tore away the remainder of the buttons and sent them rolling across the floor. Thus, all at once and with a considerable springiness, Akane's perfect breasts were freed from their confinement and loose for her quickly passing and more permanent audience to see all at once.

The man seemed to give Akane a moment or two to realize what had happened, to let the flush fill her face as embarrassment surely wracked her body, but before she could utter a word of protest his hands returned. They were not as rough as the were before, however; instead the gently cupped her breasts, undersides lifted gently by the fingers of the man still barbarically grinding his hips against her rear, as in to offer a more complete view for the nearby boys.

And then, perhaps not altogether unexpectedly, his hands resumed their wanton behavior. This time, however; he did not immediately return to kneading her flesh but instead smacked one of her breasts, sending the heavy breast swaying in response with the crack of the open hand striking flesh. Another round of squeezing her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples followed, this time in full view of the totally entranced youths around her.

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She didn't really think he was going to do it. No train molester had before. Perhaps that was why Akane just stared as the man's hands gripped her top, pulling. She gasped, hazel eyes widening as the button came free, arcing through the air, her perfect breasts bouncing as they came free from their cloth confinement.

Akane's eyes were wide with amazement, staring down at her own breasts, bare and exposed. As inconvenient as she often found them, even she had to admit that they were marvels of feminine beauty. High and firm on her chest, wonderfully rounded, each a bit more than even a generous handful in size. They rose and fell as she breathed in and out, responding perfectly to the motions of her sensual body. Nipples, soft and pink and delicate, slightly upturned as though gently beckoning onlookers, grew stiff as they were exposed to air, rosy as her breasts were touched. She continued to stare, marveling at her own exposure. Such a strange night last night, and now the morning grew even stranger...

"Ahh..." Another soft pleasured sigh escaped Akane's lips as the man cupped her breasts from beneath. The undersides of her perfect orbs were especially sensitive, and she arched into that touch. Her breasts lifted with the bend of her back, with the touch of his fingers, rising appealingly, displayed perfectly to the eyes of the delinquents watching nearby. And, as the other train passed, Akane saw a man's eyes widen as he caught sight of her perfectly arched, her beautiful bare breasts directly in his line of vision. Akane flushed, turning her face away, silken red locks swirling about. She squeezed her eyes shut, as though that might prevent these men from seeing her exposure, seeing her embarrassment.

It didn't. "Oh!" A sharp gasp as he smacked her breasts, making them sway and jiggle, and then another of her soft breathy moans as he began to touch them once more. Now bare, it was easy to see how her perfect orbs responded to his touch, their shape moulding as he squeezed them, making her shiver. It was her nipples that got the most reaction, though. Every time his fingers found one of her sensitive pink nubs, Akane gasped. She writhed in his grip, hips rubbing against his thrusts as he stimulated her impossible sensitive breasts. "Don't... mmm..." Akane moaned softly, biting her lip, trying desperately to keep her voice down, to keep anyone else from enjoying the show. But the sensation was just too much, and she moaned softly as her nipples were pinched again, bare breasts quivering, a look of embarrassed pleasure obvious on her beautiful features.

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In the near silence of the train, kept quiet by strict social conventions, the pleasurable moans carried further than they might have in any other crowded environment. Whilst the motion of the train generated enough noise to keep her from being heard by those far way, those beyond the surrounding youths had curious eyes drawn in by the carnal gasps of soft moans of the woman. Others had their eyes drawn by motion, eyes which widened in surprise and desire as they saw the alluring figure being toyed with so near to them, the pliant skin of her breasts giving way beneath the hands which kneaded them.

The man turned and adjusted his weight, pressing Akane now fully against the glass of the window, which while it cut off much of the vision for those onboard their train, only furthered the wonderful passerbys outside of it were pleasantly surprised with. Her heavy breasts were crushed beneath the weight of her body and the cold glass, flattening slightly against it, to provide an unusual but wonderful view for those unwitting onlookers. Akane's body heat even fogged up the glass ever so slightly around her breasts, so hot and heavy were they in contrast to the cool window.

As for the man's hands he did not stop, of course, but continued his constant teasing. One of his hands, however; did cease its tease of her breasts, to snake its way down her flat stomach, creeping towards her skirt. He could not help himself; he needed to feel her folds, and he knew once he reached that point he may very well end up fucking her right then and there, consequences be damned!

But a sudden stop of the train came just as his fingers begin to dip beneath the skirt's waistband, and he swore under his breath and in Akane's ear. Not today, it would seem, as too many around him were disembarking and casting wild eyed glances at him and his prey. No, better to hope to see her again later...

Thinking that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving Akane panting and red in the face as wide eyes and hushed laughter came in response to seeing the topless woman on board their train.


[User] Lyora smiled while Kipp argued meekly, and more when the newly-made Imp approached. A perfect, lewd body, fit for worshipping Lyora's new dominating body. "So be it, Kayla. First among my Remade, my pleasure slaves." Lyora moaned under a surge of bliss, from Kayla's kiss, feeling that her magic had now well and truly claimed Kayla. "Serve, Kayla. On your knees, worship my majesty. Suck my cock, and taste the bliss of serving your mistress!" Lyora urged her on. Besides a show of demonic influence, the horns would serve another purpose in her Remade. Lyora grabbed one of Kayla's horns, and nudged her lips up against her cock, and not letting her shrink away from it. Her huge black demon cock throbbed again, glazing Kayla's lips with her pre-cum.

[Assistant] "I... y... yes... mistress..." Kayla replied, the words half forcing themselves out of her, thought there was a strange thrill in saying them, in tasting Lyora's cock, in the taste of precum, licked from her lips. It tasted of goblin and of demonic taint and, to her new body, that just felt wonderful. She could feel her new, imp pussy growing wet as she opened her mouth and moved forward. The cock seemed impossibly large, but, somehow, she knew that it wouldn't be a problem. In any of her holes. She was made for this, after all. The first. Of how many, she wasn't sure yet, but the first. And so, she moved forward and gobbled the cock greedily, falling further with each moment as the cock-lust filled her. How much longer until she couldn't go back? How much longer until she wouldn't want to? Or had she long passed that point already?

[User] "Haahn... good girl~" Lyora moaned out, feeling those lips wrapped around her shaft. This was the first time she's had her cock sucked, and already she was getting hooked on this imp's mouth. Her sucking and slurping sent tingles through Lyora's body. "Good girl. You'll taste my cock a lot, in every one of your holes, every part of your body." Though it was her first time using it, Lyora felt completely natural in yanking Kayla by the horn, and nudging her to take it deeper. Giving rolls of her hips, swabbing Kayla's mouth and throat with her massive demon cock. "That's it, Imp-Slut. Take my Demon cock deeper. Serve by sucking, and love serving me!" Lyora's voice was once again, weighted with her hypnotic magic.

[Assistant] Was it a promise? A threat? A desire? It didn't seem to matter, the words warming Kayla to her soul, or what remained, of it, as she moved deeper onto Lyora's wonderful demonic cock, which filled her as the words did, making her fall deeper in love, in lust and in servitude. She was so deep! Impossibly so. And, yes, she was loving it, Lyora's words only pushing her along what seemed to be an inevitable descent now. And then, she realized that her nose was pressing against her mistress's belly, letting her realize, with a tinge of pride, that she'd managed to take all of her massive appendage. Of of her hand moved up to caress the bulge it made inside, marveling that she could take so much now, while not sparing a thought that she wouldn't have wanted to before.

[User] As dominant as she felt, Lyora was still dealing with all new sensations. Her moans and grunts sounded like she was trying to hold something back. Holding off an orgasm brought on by Kayla's worship and deepthroating. When she felt Kayla's nose against her belly, and looked down past her green tits to see that sexy little imp choking on all that dick, Lyora couldn't hold herself back any more. "Hhnf. Enjoy your first real taste of my seed!" Lyora wrapped her plump thighs around Kayla's head, making sure she stayed all the way on her shaft, while she dumped her first ever load of cum inside Kayla. Lyora's eyes rolled up while she was cumming, and Kayla could feel how hard her cock throbbed with each massive gush of semen right down her throat. About halfway through her orgasm, Lyora let go of Kayla's horns, and released her head from the leglock. "Better let your tongue have a good taste!" The goblin futa giggled, pulling Kayla off her cock. Letting the rest of her seed pour over Kayla's tongue, and all over her mouth and face. Just her first orgasm, mere moments after becoming a futa, and already she had dumped nearly a gallon of corrupted cum in and on Kayla, and it felt so good.

[Assistant] There was an oddly triumphant feeling in getting to receive the first cum from her mistress's futa cock, wrong as Kayla knew it was. All of this was so wrong. Lyora had been corrupted, she knew, by the temple and the dark forces that resided in it. And Kipp had been corrupted in turn. She was supposed to be a man, not short, demonic, sexy, slutty, horny... she knew she was wrong... but it was hard to feel wrong, to feel anything but right as she felt her new mistress's cum slide right into her belly, as she tasted it with delight, thick, hot and spicy with corruption, as she felt it spray on her, marking her as Lyora's. Now, forever, she knew that she'd never be able to betray her mistress. "Thank you, Mistress!" she found herself saying. "I'm yours, your servant. Your... whatever you want me to be. Please tell me what you need from me."

[User] Lyora laid her saliva-slick shaft across Kayla's face. She was still hard, and throbbing with need. Lyora reclined back on her throne, legs still spread wide, with one hand stroking her cock and the other fondling one of her huge pierced tits."Good imp-slut. You take my blessed seed and shaft in your mouth well. Your body has been remade perfectly, but I must feel it all for myself... rise, Kayla." Lyora commanded next. She kept stroking her massive cock, her caressing hand making it point more towards the ceiling. "Ride me, throw yourself upon your Mistress demon cock... facing me. I want those pretty purple tits in my face~" Lyora cooed and made a beckoning gesture at Kayla.

[Assistant] "Oh, there's nothing blessed about you, Mistress," Kayla said lovingly as she rose, waiting a moment to let Lyora admire her before moving forward. Her pussy was dripping from everything she'd done already, her body wanting, demanding her to receive her first female sex. And she felt willing to comply. Her whole life increasingly felt distant, unimportant. Now was what mattered. Her beautiful, sexy body and her beautiful, sexy mistress. And so, she moved forward, stood over Lyora, then impaled herself on her massive cock, moaning the whole time as she went lower and lower, her flexible, stretchy body fully able to accept something that no human female ever could.

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Lyora chuckled. "Poor choice of words huh, given the blood in my veins now," Lyora agreed with a grin that showed off one of her charming fangs. A pleased gasp rolled off her lips when Kayla started to impale herself on the goblin's demon dick. The feeling of her tight virgin pussy, swiftly deflowered and stretching around her rod was intoxicating. "Your body was remade, just for me," Lyora said, voice thick with lust. Both her hands gripped Kayla by the ass, groping her plumpness, while the imp lowered herself. When their thighs met one another with Kayla taking all of the goblin's cock inside her body.

Their breasts squished together, Lyora rubbed her hand along the bulge in Kayla's belly, all the way up to Kayla's breasts. That one hand explored and groped and squished over the other girl's new rack, while staring her in the eyes. Kayla would find the Mistress' gaze to be potently hypnotic. More than before, it would blank her brain of anything besides serving and pleasure. "Bounce," Lyora orders, as she gives a buck of her hips, stirring the demonic shaft inside her cocksleeve.

[Assistant] Kayla let out a small moan as she felt Lyora's hand rub her bulge, the feeling of getting her sensitive inside pressed against the enormous cock strange and exciting. "I... I was, Mistress," she agreed with her. "You made me for you. I can't be anyone else's now." She pressed herself eagerly against her new mistress, feeling breasts press against breasts with delight as she was being played with, her mistress delighting in her body, which only brought her further delights. And then... then her gaze landed on Lyora's and everything else became distant. "I obey," she said mechanically before slaowly starting to move up and down, her large breasts bouncing slightly with each drop.

[User] Lyora bit her lip, enjoying the first few bounces while just sitting back. "Mmfh. That's it, that's a good girl~" Lyora purred, and releasing the hypnotic force, leaving Kayla to ride demon cock of her own mostly-free will. Lyora started to roughly grope one of Kayla's bouncing tits, loving how it jiggled in her grip. The other, she hungrily sucked on one of the beautiful dark-purple nipples. Occasionally she helped Kayla out by thrusting her hips up roughly, ramming the thick head of her demon cock in to the back of Kayla's womb.

[Assistant] Kayla gasped when she was released form her trance and started bouncing on Lyora much more enthusiastically. "This feels... so good... Mistress," she said, moaning when Lyora started sucking on her sensitive breasts. "Never thought it could be so goo~d!" Her entire body, everything about her now seemed to be made entirely to serve the dominant, demonic goblin who had once been her employer, her body and her mind corrupted into being what Lyora wanted. She knew nothing of the dark deal or the powers Lyora had received, only who she served and how she would serve her.

[User] Lyora couldn't believe how good it felt to have a dick, and to have a sexy thick slut bouncing on it. Every nerve in her demon cock was being hugged and squeezed by Kayla's pussy. Especially once she was let loose from the mind control and was impaling herself of her own accord once more. "Hhf! Every act of service will be rewarded with bliss, Kayla!" Lyora's hand pressed against Kayla's womb tattoo. Heat surged in her hand, and suddenly amplified the pleasure the two shortstacks were feeling. "Haah! C-cum for me! Cum on your mistress' cock, but don't you dare stop riding me!" And for good measure, Lyora gave Kayla a swift swat to her ass, a sharp spank ringing out, enough to leave a handprint.

[Assistant] "Yes, Mistress, ye~s!" Kayla called out slamming herself down and squeezing hard all around Lyora as she felt her first female orgasm running through her, only enhanced by the stinging sensation coming from her ass, the slap making it bounce lewdly as she was stuck there, unable to move from the pleasure, unable to follow Lyora's orders, no matter how much she wanted to, too overcome she was by the pleasure. But eventually, the pleasure abated enough the she was able to move again, her sensitive insides already filling her with pleasure once again, allowing her to anticipate more.

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Kayla stopping earned her another slap to her rear. "Grrh, guess you need some more training!" Lyora growled. She grabbed Kayla by her waist, stood up, and turned around. She shoved Kayla on to her throne, her cock stirring up her insides the whole time. Lyora then grabs Kayla's ankles, lifting her thick little legs up and holding them spread in a V-Shape up in the air. "Mewling, legs too weak to bounce from just one orgasm? We'll make sure your endurance gets better!" Lyora grunted, as she started to roll her hips back and forth.

Swiftly picking up pace and ploughing Kayla's pussy hard and rough with her demon dick. Hot gushes of pre-cum repeatedly sprayed inside of her, each one bringing a sudden surge of pleasure beyond what her massive rod already brought to the imp. The throne room filled with the sounds of their moans, and their soft skin clapping together. "Nnngh! Take it, cocksleeve!" Lyora moaned out, as her orgasm suddenly surged forth, her rod throbbing with each thick gush of demon cum. And with every gush, Lyora bucked her hips back and forth swiftly. On and on it went, Lyora's fertile demon cock dumping liters of thick and richly corrupted seed inside Kayla.

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"Yes! Need to... need to..." Kayla was cut off by her own moan, the pleasure her new form brought her too much for her to bear. It cause her to grow even further in admiration of Lyora, who was able to handle her pleasure and her perversions so much better. She wished that she could do more, but all she could do now was lay back, take it and show her mistress her appreciation for all that she had done and all that she was doing for her. And, thankfully, untrained as she was, her body was still able to handle everything Lyora had to give her. She was feeling exactly like a cocksleeve, given how far Lyora's cock reached, how much sensitive insides she now must have to accommodate her.

Each new spurt of demonic precum was another surge of pleasure. And then, when Lyora finally came, filling Kayla, bloating her, Kayla came as well, accepting it all, her mistress, the pleasure and the corruption now seeping to her core. Another tie tying her to her mistress. Another step down a path that she'd never be able to turn from as her mind filled with wicked, naughty thoughts.

[User] Lyora didn't fully grasp what magic was at work to let Kayla be a cocksleeve that could take her demon dick all the way when it was nearly longer than her torso, but Lyora wasn't going to question. Filling her more, Lyora reveled in watching Kayla's belly bloat up. Finding it to be a beautiful, intoxicating sight. Lyora let go of one of Kayla's ankles, and started to rub her stomach, right over the womb-marking. "The filling was fun... I wonder how this'll feel~" Lyora giggled. She pulled her cock out of Kayla's pussy, and let it slap down across her face and tits, standing aside slightly. Still holding up one of Kayla's legs, and watching her corrupted seed gush out of the Imp's thoroughly fucked hole on to the floor and throne. No longer virgin, Lyora had made well sure of that.

[Assistant] Kayla shuddered as she felt Lyora's seed spill out of her gaping pussy, almost reflexively licking and kissing the cock when it came near her face. "This was wonderful, Mistress. Thank you for making me and taking me," she said. "But what are your plans now? I don't think that everyone will accept a pair of demons, like we are now. But I don't want to turn back and I especially wouldn't want you to turn back. Unless... unless that's what you really want."

[User] Lyora idly stroked her cock while Kayla's mouth worshipped. More dribbles of cum gracing the imp's lips and tongue. "Hmmm... well. I'll never change you, now that you're perfect. Both our bodies are what they're meant to be now, there's no going back." While Lyora spoke, she gave Kayla loving headpats, clawed fingers stroking through her hair. The other pinched and rubbed one of her lovely purple nipples. "Unless your soul begs for change... but! My plan is to fill my domain with more worshippers, more cocksleeves. More people, given their true form!" Lyora declared brazenly. She climbed atop Kayla, sitting her plump goblin butt down on her bloated belly, forcing more cum out of her pussy. Lyora slapped her cock down across Kayla, getting it snug between the imp's breasts, and laying it on her face. Both her hands squeezed and groped Kayla's nipples, making her generous bosom wobble and jiggle against her messy shaft. Thrusts of her hips made it rock back and forth over her body and lips. "More corrupted brothers and sisters for you, claimed by my demonic domination~"

[Assistant] Kayla rubbed head against Lyora's hand. "There's no going back for me now," Mistress. "Not now. Not even if you get cleansed. What you did to me... it changed me to my very soul, I can tell. I'm yours, your imp. Forever. And that means that I really, really hope you remain my sweet, dark Mistress forever." She happily laid down for Lyora's letting her sit on her belly, forcing cum out, letting out a moan as her new, big breasts were played with, so good and sensitive and soft under Lyora's hands. Her bog cock, now soft, draped over her head was a perfect show of dominance and Kayla was only too happy to lick it between words. "I'll help you, of course, Mistress. There should be more people like me, more to serve my wonderful, demonic mistress. But you'll leave some of your corrupted cum for your first servant, I hope?"


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Elysia stood there with a vicious scowl curling her lightly freckled nose every time a potential master passed her by. If they still didn't get the hint, she'd throw her chains at them and make a clattering sound that sent them away. She was rewarded for her trouble with a powerful shock, but she refused to cry or scream like the other girls did. She'd simply groan and buckle until the pain of it became so intense she could no longer stand. Then, it was over and she was left to take stock of herself as well as her surroundings.

The room seemed dimly lit because there was a spotlight shining directly in her face. She could tell she was in a spacious cage maximized so men could examine her from any angle they chose, but she couldn't make out any of their features with such a bright light constantly blinding her. Her ankles, wrists and neck were chained from the ceiling, the top of which she could barely make out. This disorienting room was Hell on Earth. She didn't belong here. This was a mistake.

She wasn't exactly sure when but somehow they'd managed to shave her from ankle to wrist while she was passed out. Little did she know that it was a common look for slave girls. All the others were shaven, oiled and chained as well. Other than that, her porcelain skin was untouched. It wasn't the place of the auctioneers to damage the merchandise more than necessary.

They wanted masters to imagine what her firm, large ass would look like with red, angry stripes across it. They wanted their imaginations to run wild when they saw her soft, pink buds. What would they look like painted with their semen? How about her strawberry blonde hair? Would it feel just as soft as it looked clenched in their fists? What would her rosy red lips look like wrapped around the base of their cocks? Would her crystal blue eyes fill with tears as she choked on them? The auctioneers especially wanted their clients to salivate when they read the sign posted just outside of her cage that proclaimed she was a virgin. It garnered her a lot of unwanted attention.

Elysia couldn't have imagined her life would take such a turn. Just a day or two ago, she was studying for exams. Then one night at a bar. One drink. And now...

No! This wasn't going to be her fate. She refused to humor these men with conversation, and if they tried to make her speak, she'd spit. Her voice was the only thing left that still felt private. It was hers and they couldn't force her to use it. Again she went to try to discreetly cover herself until another powerful shock dropped her to her knees. Through clenched teeth she stared at a pair of boots that were stationary just outside of her cage now. In a fit of rage, she threw her chains at him making a loud, powerful clatter that spoke volumes.

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James paced quickly throughout the large facility, eager to see the new merchandise that had just been brought in. He had purchased many girls from here before, but all at the whim of wealthy employers who had wanted proper sex slaves trained for them. Broken in, so that they would serve them without question or struggle. He'd never understood the fun in that though. After all, the breaking in was the most satisfying part. He never felt more powerful then he did when he was turning those women into putty in his hand. That didn't matter now though, all that mattered was that all of those times had simply been for business, while this time it was definitely for pleasure. It had taken years, even in his highly lucrative position, to amass the amount of money it needed to buy a high quality girl, and now he was finally able to achieve that dream.

As he entered the room were Elysia was chained it felt even more like a dream come true. Her personality was enticing, throwing her chains at those who dared come close, enduring the pain of the shocks just to prove a point. He wanted a girl like that. He knew many people preferred those who were less strong-willed, but if she had just sat there sobbing or begging it would have taken all the joy out of this. Also, if he were to be entirely honest with himself, her large rear didn't hurt his appreciation of her. He'd always been a sucker for girls with big, firm asses and now it was time for him to claim one that was all his own. Her pale, unblemished skin, and beautiful hair only served to sweeten the deal as he came to inspect her more closely.

He came up to her holding cell, to read the boards description of her. His smile grew as he found that she was a virgin. Good. He never liked having to share what another man had already tasted, so he was glad that this woman would have her body complete claimed by him. He saw her glare at his feet, and then throw the chain once more in his direction, anger evident even through the pain of her electric shock. He locked eyes with her, smiling even as she glared at him.

He stood probably a good six inches taller then her, with jet black hair and a five O'clock shadow noticeable on his face as he looked down at her. His most notable feature though was his eyes, icy blue that shown with intensity as he looked her over, scanning every inch of her body. He was objectively a pretty handsome guy, though given the circumstances it was likely she wouldn't think so at the moment. He was in his mid-thirties and from what she could see from underneath his sports jacket and black dress pants, he was in very good shape.

He leaned down slightly towards her, his smile still present. It might have been comforting, if he hadn't looked so hungry as he took her all in. "I'll be seeing you when the bidding starts". He whispered, his voice clear and low, as he anticipated what was to come next. His mind racing with ideas about what he should do to her first.

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Elysia stopped breathing every time they shocked her. She only took in small puffs of air as she concentrated on holding back screams of anguish. Slowly, her face would turn red. Maybe even purple and then the controller would release her right before she could black out. All she could do was gasp for air, recover and repeat. Perhaps she was being stubborn to the point of fault, but, what else could she do? Most men moved on, but this one was proving to be a fuck nuisance. His eyes were like hers in color, but within them was a confidence and a dominance that hers lacked.

She wanted to smack that shit-eating grin off of his face. She wanted to shout and scream and curse him. She wanted to scare him away. Yet, all she could muster was a wad of spit that didn't even hit his face. She missed entirely, but that didn't mean she wasn't punished for the attempt. Another wave of electric shocks wracked her body until she crumbled over into a small, quivering ball of complete, and utter hatred. Hatred for him and the men who'd put her in this room. She was going to give whoever purchased her Hell, or so she thought. She just needed to get out of this fucking cage.

It wasn't long until suddenly her cage went pitch black. They all did, except for one. A blonde girl with a huge rack was crying hysterically as men started shouting out numbers. 50. 60. 80. 100. 120. 150. 165. 170. 180. Elysia guessed they meant thousands. Millions felt outlandish, but thousands made sense. Thousands of what she couldn't be sure, though. Pounds? US dollars? Pesos? Was she even in the United States anymore? She was sold at 230 and then her cage went dark. Another cage lit up and the same show repeated itself. A girl screamed, begged, and cried. Men unapologetically drove the price higher and higher until they reached a mark of 190. Another. Then another.

Finally her eyes were starting to adjust. She could see men dressed casually, and some in suits. Everyone either had a drink or a cigar in their hand. The smoke that filled the room added to the sense of mystery about this strange place. Who were these men? Where were they? Where were the going? Another girl up for bid and then finally, hers.

Her harsh blue eyes eyes were dry and her scowl was planted firmly on her face. She wasn't going to give them power over her voice. She wasn't going to let them make her speak. It was the only thing in her control now, and she was determined to cling to it. So, without hesitancy she stuck up both middle fingers and glared into the shadowy world just beyond her bars. Move. On. She didn't want a single bid placed. They were either going to have to kill her or set her free.

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James chuckled as she spat at him, watching as it her saliva came to land harmlessly by his feet. She would pay for that, but he was glad that she had tried. It was always more fun when they had a little bit of fight in them. She crumpled seconds later as he heard the shock, trembling on the floor as he finally took a step back from her. He'd made a note of her cage number and location, and he was going to make sure that she was the one he brought home with him. "See you later, cute thing." He whispered to her again as she lay momentarily immobilized, before leaving her alone once more.

He wondered the room freely, no longer looking for a girl but rather seeking to mingle. He knew many of the people here, either by reputation or personally. Most were millionaires or billionaires who had more then one sex slaves, and many had gone through him to train them. A few though were like him, trainers who had come to test and buy on their employers behalf. Those were the ones he sought out, as they were perhaps the few people in the world that he could relate to. After all, despite their role here they weren't like these rich guys. At least, most of the time they weren't. Tonight he was going to finally break the mold.

After some brief pleasantries James got himself a drink and waited, knowing what would come next. It didn't take long, the dimming of the lights as people came to crowd around the caged women they were interested in. There was some screams, and a few whimpers from those girls, but that was to be expected. Even if they didn't know exactly what was to come their way they could probably guess that it wouldn't be pleasant. He wasn't interested in those sobbing girls though, especially the first one that was lit up. No, he was more interested in his angry little minx.

Elysia had been close with her guesses, they were talking in the thousands, but neither Pounds or Dollars, but rather Euros. They were still in the US, and using them would make it harder to track where this money was going. That and it meant that you had to pay more for these women, but that was already a given. One by one the women were sold off, each going for a small fortune before finally the chosen cage lit up, putting James's girl on display for all.

She scowled and flicked the crowd off without a moments pause, something that made him chuckle despite himself. The announcers couldn't taze her now, not while they tried to sell her, so they were first to ignore it and begin the bidding. "Can we get 75? 75 for the pretty blonde with the big ass?" Thus they began describing her lewdly, trying to get the crowd excited. Several times they mentioned that she was a virgin, not carrying how it must have embarrassed her to hear them describe her most intimate habits like that. Still though, it seemed as if her plan had worked, and that no man would bid. That was until...

"50" James called out with a smile. If he could get her for that, it would really be a steal and judging by the crowds reaction it seemed like exactly that was going to happen. Some turned to look at him, surprised by his choice, but none made to out bid him. "50 going once... twice... sold to the man in the sports jacket." Called the auctioneer. James nodded in acceptance, as the auction moved quickly along to other, more profitable women. James gaze stayed fixated on his newest little purchase though. This had gone far better then he could have hoped, and as soon as the final lot was sold he would give them his cash and collect the waiting, caged girl.

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Elysia felt victorious for a split second. She felt as though she'd won. She'd successfully scared off every potential buyer which meant they had to let her go. Right? There were flaws in her logic and if she were of sane mind she would easily be able to spot them. However, this experience had already shaken her to her core and she was clinging to hope regardless of how irrational it really was.

Then, his voice again. That grinning fucktard from before. 50. So, not only was she going to be sold anyways, but she was a bargain buy. On the very surface she was seething with rage as the auctioneers accepted his bid and moved on. She was to be bought and paid for at the end of the auction. She glared back at him, unafraid and began to scheme. How could she get to a phone? A police officer? Hell, even a postal worker? Anyone? How was she going to escape before he undoubtedly had his way with her and then... and then what?

No, she couldn't allow herself to think about that. She wasn't going to be some tragic girl they found stripped and rotting in some ravine. No. She was going to fight like Hell to make sure that didn't happen. She felt the need to buck, kick and fight right then and there. So, she let him get the best of her. She used her voice and it rang through that otherwise silent room of bidders who were waiting for the next cage to light up.

"Fuck you, you fucking prick! I'm going to make your life a living Hell!!! You better let me go if you know what's good for you! Are you even listening to m---" That was it. The tazing kicked back in full force and she cried out not from pain, but from rage. Each cage was on a cart and while she was struggling against the chains in a fit of rage her cage was busily being wheeled away to the back warehouse where they stored all the girls until payment was finalized and they could be transferred to their owner's cars. In there, she could scream to her heart's content and no one would ever hear her.

It felt like an hour passed before the rest of the girls were brought back in the empty warehouse. She watched as they were being collected. Some of them were forced to crawl on all fours. Some were made to wear collars or ball gags. Some were even stripped of sight all together and blindfolded. She moved to the furthest corner of her cage and prepared for a fight. She scanned the crowd for him never once considering that she was pressed right up against the bars and that she hadn't once even glanced behind her.

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James smirked as the girl began screaming obscenities at him, knowing what would come next as soon as she'd made a sound. The taze went off again. She screamed, but this time the electricity didn't seem to stop her from struggling, apparently she was enraged to a point that the pain could not curfew it. It mattered little though, since shortly after she was wheeled away with all the other girls who had already been purchased. She could make as much noise as she wanted to in the back. The owners had long ago learned to keep it sound proofed, so she'd no longer be distracting anyone from their ''business''.

About half an hour later the bidding was completed, and all of the girls now had new homes. James started towards the back with the others, but lagged a bit behind in order to see how his new purchase was behaving. He normally would lead out the women he'd bought on relatively unrestrained, but with this particular girl that seemed like it may be a problem. Indeed, she seemed rather angry still, as those around her where led out gagged or chained, some with collars and leashes forcibly attached to their necks.

She was looking for him, that much was clear to see. Probably she would attempt to attack him, or run. Or perhaps even both. He wasn't going to give her the chance though, not when he had such a clear blindspot right behind her. He quietly crept up to her, pulling from his pocket a set of handcuffs that he carried with him for just such an occasion. Before she knew it, she could feel someone grab her hands, pull them behind her almost painfully and then ''click''. The shutting of metal as her arms now remained forcibly behind her back. She was lead out afterwards, gagged to ensure her silence, and then presented to James like some kind of trophy as he paid the men their stack of cash before beginning to drag her out of the warehouse.

He fashioned a vice like grip to her shoulder, not painful except when she attempted to struggle. She did though, often, during the short walk to his tinted car, and whenever she did he tightened his grip, allowing red hot pain to shoot through her collarbone every time. When they got back to his black Chrysler he pushed her in to the passenger seat, almost like a police officer, forcing her to duck and bend to fit in, and then they were off. Her door was child locked even if she could somehow get her hands free, but he knew that was unlikely. The handcuffs he had were top of the line. "Let's go over some ground rules, shall we?" He said, addressing her directly for the first as they started down a mostly empty highway. "Does that sound fun, little girl?" He lightly mocked.

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Elysia became aware of his presence a fraction of a second too late. She snatched forward, but it didn't matter. He had her wrists in a firm grip. "You fucking coward!!!" She squealed. She was outraged he wouldn't face her head on. It just went to prove what a complete puss he was. He was too afraid to make this a fair fight, so when her captors came into the cage she had no choice but to allow them to gag her. The fight was lost for now, but it didn't mean she wasn't going to go quietly. She was not a willing participant in this.

Not that anyone was questioning that, but he wasn't going to allow her to struggle too much. Every time she lurched forward he'd dig his fingers into her collarbone with such crippling force that she'd let out a muffled scream into her gag. If she stopped short, same thing. She had nowhere to go but into his tented Chrysler. An American made car didn't mean she hadn't been smuggled over the border, but, there was a sense of comfort in seeing something familiar, even if it was just a brand.

Once she was pushed inside the car she knew her mission was to figure out where she was. She'd need to be able to communicate that to her rescuers if and when she was able to make it to a phone. The clock on the dash indicated it was 2:38 AM and soon they pulled onto Highway 87. North. New York Thruway. New York. Fucking Hell. They kidnapped her from UNF and dragged her as far North as they could. Was he in the mafia???

She tried to pay attention to more landmarks, but then he pissed her off with an irritating question. Little girl? Who the fuck did he think he was?! She refused to acknowledge him with even a cursory glance, let alone a muffled 'yes' or 'no'. He was going to tell her anyways, so what was the point? While he busied himself chewing her ear off the best thing she could do was try to find a way out of these cuffs. She carefully began to test them as quietly as she could while she waited for him to get into it.

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James paused for a moment, allowing the girl a chance to respond. It soon became apparent however, that she was choosing to ignore him. She kept scanning outside of the window, obviously looking to see if she could recognize anything and escape, every now and again shooting glares at him from out of the corner of his eye. He let out a sigh as he half turned to her, momentarily taking his eyes off of the empty road. "You don't know me yet little girl, but you'll come to find that I am a fair man. I will give you one warning, and warning only when you displease me, and then I will be forced to punish you." He let those words sink in for a moment before continuing.

"When I speak to you, you will respond with either ''yes sir'' or ''no sir'', as the conversation allows. You will also respond the first time I ask you anything. Do you understand?" He paused for a second before allowing his voice to fall several octaves deeper so that his words came out in almost a growl. "This serves as you first and only warning little girl. I'd choose what you're about to do next very carefully if I were you." The threat hung in the air as he waited for her to respond. Hopefully she had the good sense not to push him on this, but if she did then this would be her first experience with his discipline.

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Yes sir? No sir? Fuck him! He was leaving this moment intentionally silent with a threat hanging in the air between them. She could try to let out a muffled ''yes sir'' and he'd probably accept it. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. What choice did she have? She felt... pushed against a corner. She was trapped. Maybe she should give him this. This was easy. Two syllables and then it would be over.

No. No fucking way. With a swift, violent strike she lashed out her foot and smashed her heel into his console. She did it again. And again. Smash. Smash. SMASH! She wasn't done fighting. Not by a long shot. She meant it when she said she was going to make his life Hell. At least she was going to try. Her rage was going to endanger them both if her foot slipped and she hit the steering wheel or the gear shift she could easily cause a wreck. At this point, she didn't care. She was probably dead either way, no matter what he said.

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James turned back to face the road once more, waiting for her to either give some kind of muffled response or for her to stubbornly remain silent. What he hadn't been expecting was for her to react violently, kicking the console between them hard. His eyes shot to her, wide in surprise as she stomped down again and again, starting to crack the plastic. Normally he would have immediately move to stop her, but he couldn't. Not with the car still going sixty down the freeway. He honestly couldn't believe that she was willing to endanger her life like this. She had really surprised him. That didn't matter though. He was about to seriously teach her to regret messing with him.

As quickly and as smoothly as he could, James turned his car to the side of the road, putting on his hazards as he reached out his right arm to try and stop her kicking. As they finally pulled to a stop he frantically looked around to make sure that no one had come to check on them, especially the police. He let out a breath of relief a moment later. Nothing. It really paid to drive this late at night. With that sorted though he turned to face the girl with barely controlled rage.

"Why you bitch" he screamed as his right hand wrapped around her left ankle, holding her foot down as he left hand reached over and grabbed a fist full of hair, pulling her painfully towards him by it. He was really dragging her and she could feel the agony building in the roots of her hair, almost like he was about to pull some of it out of her scalp. "You belong to me now, do you understand that you dumb cunt? That mans I can do what I want to you in this car." His grip on her hair tightened. "I could rip your fucking hair out, and making you wear a wig if I'd like. Is that what you think I should do?" He threatened. "If you ever do anything like that again you're going to see how nice your hair and blood look all over my car, do you understand?" He didn't even wait for a response, throwing her back violently by her hair, causing the back of her head to bang forcefully against window behind her.

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Elysia grinned against her ball gag when he panicked. Good. It was cathartic to see the shoe on the other foot. For a brief moment she felt empowered but that all came to a halt when he parked the car. First, he looked around worried her antic had garnered them attention. If she'd played this smarter, she would have waited until she saw a cop, but what were the chances of that happening on an empty highway this late at night? Slim to none. She took her rage out when she saw fit and now it seemed it was his turn.

Elysia gasped from the pain of feeling his strong fingers grip her hair tighter and tighter. One slight tug and he'd surely rip a good chunk of it out! Her wide, blue eyes filled with tears as he explained that he owned her and that he could rip her hair out by the handfuls if he wanted. Then, he released her by violently smacking the back of her head against the window. She felt dazed and scared. The pure rage flickering in his eyes made her hesitant to move again. She didn't know what he was capable of but unless she was lucky enough to spot a trooper, her troublemaking in the car was over.

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James took several deep breathes to get his anger back under control, before turning to eye the girl again. She was staying still now, watching him warily with tears threatening to spill out. She was afraid, which was good. He didn't need her causing any problems for him on the last leg of their journey. Soon they'd be at a secure sight, and then all of this struggling would become pointless. "You will not fight, you will not kick, you will not try to escape. You will not do anything but be the perfect little passenger for the remainder of the trip. You got that?" He demanded. "If not... I might just have to start having fun with your little body here in the car" he threatened, only turning to get back on to the road once he was sure he'd gotten his point across.

The drove in tense silence for sometime after that. The roads slowly shifted from highways to small county roads, until finally as the sun started to peak out, they were on paths that took them deep into the forests of up state New York. Some of the roads where dirt, and it seemed like he was going an intentionally complex route in order to confuse her, if she ever tried to run away. "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot." He finally said, breaking the silence. "I'm sure that you have some questions you'd like to ask, and I have some things I want to say to you. If you promise to not scream, I'll take off your ball gag and we can talk. Does that sound fair?" He said, waiting for her response as he kept in mind his earlier threat about her remaining silent when questioned.

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Elysia watched him closely as he regained his composure and then stared her down with his sharp blue eyes. They felt like sharp ice chips piercing her skin. He commanded her to stop fighting, kicking and trying to escape, or else. He'd rape her here and now if she kept resisting. At least she knew definitively now why she'd been bought. He was going to rape her, use her and then murder her. She'd never be seen again. Not that many would notice. Certainly not her mother who was high on crack or her absentee dad. Her professors? Maybe. Or maybe they'd just assume the pressure got to her. Her roommate would be elated to have a room all to herself. She quickly ran through the list of friends she had back in Orlando and none of them would know to even look for her. None of them cared...

Leaning her head up against the window, she refused to move as a headache rolled forward from the back of her head to the front of her scalp. She sucked up her tears rather than allowing them to fall. She was hurt, but she wasn't weak. She'd find her own way out of this mess. For hours she concentrated on the roads they were on until she nearly exhausted herself. The journey here seemed to be getting more complicated by the second with odd turns being taken down smaller and smaller roads. What was the name of the last road she saw? The sign was rusted and bent. What was the name of the last major road, then? Shit...

Before she could reorient herself, he broke the tense silence that had settled between them with an olive branch of sorts. She scoffed when he said they'd gotten off on the wrong foot like this was a blind date gone bad. Even so, she heard him out. In exchange for her promise not to scream, he'd give her jaw a break, let her ask some questions, and say a few things himself. In truth, her jaw had gone numb hours ago. She knew it hurt, but the pain was prolonged for so long that she couldn't really feel it anymore. Information was vital right now. It could mean the difference between life and death. Whatever he'd give her, she'd take.

"Yeth... ir..." It was the closest he was getting to a ''yes sir'' and it was barely uttered, but it was at least an attempt. She nodded her head to further accentuate the agreement, but never once did she take her eyes off the road. She was desperately searching for anything at all that would help her identify where she was now.

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James nodded, almost solemnly, when she responded but he was glad. It looked like she was capable of being taught. He turned to look at her, more easily now since they were driving slower on entirely empty dirt roads. He extended his right hand to her head, but this time he met her silky blonde hair gently. Slowly and softly he combed her hair back into place where he'd tangled it before. "Thank you. Thank you for listening to me." He whispered, comfortingly as he almost tenderly touched her. "You'll find that I'm a much nicer guy when you listen to me." Normally, when training was more advanced, or if a girl proved to be naturally submissive, he would call them ''good girl'' or something similar at this point, but for her it felt too soon. She'd probably react negatively to it, and it would ruin his first lesson about rewards, even if this only a small one.

His hand finally found the fashion on the back of her head and undid it, allowing the gag to slowly fall out to around her neck. "There, that's better right?" He asked, maintaining his more sympathetic persona. "Let's go over some ground rules. I'll say some things, and then you're free to ask a few questions. Firstly, from now on you are to call me ''sir'' unless otherwise directed. Secondly, running away or attempting to run away will not be tolerated. I will find you and you will be published, severally. And lastly for now..." he sighed, as if even he didn't like what he needed to say. "I hate to say this, since I know you'll be good for me, but there comes a time for every women were she wants to bite. Don't do that, or I'll have to take you teeth." He finished, not elaborating any further on that ominous threat. "Neither of us want that, so let's avoid it. Alright, now ask away. Though I can't guarantee that I can answer everything."

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Elysia flinched when very gently, and slowly laced his fingers in her hair. Had she done something wrong? Had she forgotten a command? Was he about to snatch her hair by the roots again? It seemed he wasn't in the mood. Rather, he wanted to be gentle. It was as if it was some sick, twisted reward for trying to utter the words ''yes sir''. She hated herself for buckling like that, but there was nothing to be gained by fighting any harder than she already had right now. They were on a deserted dirt road in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. She needed to get her feet underneath her and then make her move.

She didn't acknowledge him when he asked if that was better. Of course it was better not to have a thick rubber ball wedged between her teeth. She rolled her jaw and stretched it. She honestly wished she could soothe it, but her hands were still bound tight.

Three rules, for now. Sir. That made her eyes roll, but she said nothing to bite back. Don't try to escape. Yea fucking right. That was the first thing she was going to do the instant the opportunity presented itself. Run, scream and search for help. Don't... bite. Part of her wanted to say, ''well, don't put anything you don't want bitten into my mouth, and we'll be good'', but she doubted that he would be very humored by that. She wasn't going to risk not being allowed to ask her questions, so she kept her big mouth shut for now. No biting. Got it.

She thought carefully before speaking. Some things he naturally wasn't going to answer, but, she wondered if this crossed the line. "You said there comes a time when ''every woman'' wants to bite. How many women have you done this to and where are they now?" Elysia asked, trying to gauge just how lethal this lunatic was. Pulling teeth was one thing. Pulling a knife across her throat was another. How experienced was he at this? How fucked was she? That seemed like the first logical bit of information she needed.

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James paused for a moment, mildy surprised by the question. "Hmmm, no ones ever asked that one before..." he trailed off, deep in thought. "You'd be number thirty-six. No, thirty-seven. At least, I think so." He turned to face at her again. "I didn't kill any of the other girls, if that's what you're fishing for, but you won't meet them here. I'm hired by many for my very specific expertise. I take wild girls like you, and train them to be good obedient ones for rich people all across the world. I don't know where the others are now. However, I promise you that if any of them have passed away it had nothing to do with me." He turned his eyes back to the road before continuing briefly. "You're special though. You're the first girl that's going to be all mine."

With that comment they kept driving, the roads getting smaller until only one car could fit on them at a time. That wasn't a problem though, neither of them had seen another car for hours at this point. At long last they finally pulled into a small clearing, deep in the woods just as the noon day sun began to hit. At the edge of it sat a moderately sized wooden cabin, that may have been charming in another scenario but now probably gave off horror movie vibes. "Welcome to you new home." He narrated as the pulled to with a few yards of the entrance. "I'm going to walk over to your side of the car, and take you into the house. If you try to run, or fight. It will end very badly for you. This will be your one warning." With that he slide out of the drivers seat and over to her window, popping the door opening before pulling her out by her forearm.