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Powerful shoulder muscles flexed beneath gray fur and strong thrusts as the dire wolf leapt and jogged through unfamiliar grounds. The woods were darkening, with dusk approaching, yet the wolf would not let up until he picked up her scent once more. He glanced about him, backtracking twice to make sure he was neither being followed, nor leaving behind too obvious a path. He had been well trained in tracking, but so had she. He had been schooled by the best in the clan and could find the faintest of scents and signs. But she was a master at the art also, and his week-long journey had been strenuous and difficult. Across open fields, dangerous for easy sighting, along steep ravines and valleys, through murky swamps and putrid wastes, the wolf had traveled these past seven days.

The wolf was Diego Castillo, prince of the Clan of the White Fang. The Castillo name was perhaps one of the oldest and certainly one of the most powerful of families that had come from the old country. Here, now, in the new world, their rule over these vast lands in the northwest was challenged only by a handful of families. His betrothed, Alexia, was from the Montego Clan, numbering in excess of 10,000 lycans. The Montego had an uneasy alliance with the Castillos, but the marriage of Diego and Alexia would solidify that bond. Their children would some day rule the entire lycan nation.

But for his sister, Isabel, Diego knew she had abhorred the potential union with the Lengazi clan. The second oldest, and rivals to the Castillos, the union between Isabel and Alejeandro would have made a powerful triple alliance. But it was not to be. Diego had seen it in Isabel's eyes. He had felt it in his heart and loins. His dear sister would not so easily succumb to such a union and, in petulant answer to this dilemma, she had simply run away.

The leader of the White Fangs, Corrado Castillo, had sent his only son, Diego, to find his twin. "You are the best and fastest. You must bring her home so the two of you can complete your duties prior to your 18th summers. Go now!" he had barked and Diego complied. Of course, many other warriors wanted to join in the hunt for Isabel, but Diego knew he could move faster alone. And so, as prince and heir to the family name, Diego went to find his sister.

After seven long nights and days, he finally caught her scent again! Just through the clearing of a quiet glen. Curled up and sleeping, Diego found his sweet sister lying beneath the shade of some evergreens. She was beautiful, ethereal, like an angel to him. At once, he began to shimmer and take on human form. He was tall and powerfully built, as befitting their prince. He smiled and approached her slowly, quietly.

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He was probably the most repugnant, self-centered ass she'd ever met. Isabel could practically smell the bullshit coming off of Alejandro's skin and it literally made her nose scrunch up around him. This? This was the alpha she was supposed to marry? As if it wasn't going to be bad enough having to mate with someone she wasn't bonded with was going to be bad enough, he had to be a total douche-nozzle too. Great. She wasn't sure what she hated more, his scent, or the way he talked about himself. It was probably the worst way their first meeting could've gone and Isabel wasn't really good at hiding her annoyance. Surely her parents must've known she'd never agree to marry that... that thing.

And on top of it, her twin's chosen mate wasn't her favorite person either. She was too much of a girly girl and Isabel knew she'd bore Diego within days. It just wasn't fair. She had to watch them holding hands because he was actually trying to make it work and she was sure that the woman's beauty wasn't missed by her brother. The entire time she felt nothing but a jealous rage within her. It wasn't fucking fair.

Neither of the twins had found their mate, and with the coming of age happening, they were out of time and an old school idea was adopted into the pack. The alliances made the most sense, but Isabel just couldn't do it. She'd heard that for the female, mating during the first heat was better than no mating at all. And yet, she still left. She'd rather risk the pain of denying instincts than end up with that pig. Maybe it wasn't fair, the way she judged him, but Alex wasn't her mate and she knew it. Deep down, her connection with her brother had always been the strongest one and as their birthday neared, the feeling only got stronger. She was territorial with him, even from a young age, but what she'd been feeling lately was getting too hard to ignore. And no one would approve, not even their parents. It wouldn't matter that it was fate and that the gods had spoken, it wasn't... natural. Even for them. It. Wasn't. Motherfucking. Fair!

So Isabel ran, and she ran as hard as she could. It would be better for everyone if she just... wasn't there. Being a lone female lycan wasn't the smartest move, she had to admit, but it would be better than the shame she'd bring. Diego could keep them all in line, he was always destined to lead them anyways. She knew that once the clock hit her exact time of birth she'd be able to be scented by every male wolf in the surrounding areas and it would only be a matter of time before one of them tried to force mate with her. So she kept to the woods, the less chance of humans the better. She figured that she could just find some form of natural shelter and hunker down during her first heat but... so far she hadn't had any luck finding a safe place to hide out in. And what's more, she was getting really, really tired. She wasn't like her brother, he was strong and fast, but she was faster and would sometimes go so fast that she'd tire herself out.

That's how he'd end up catching up with her, and the clock was almost up. Isabel slept on the ground peacefully in her human form, she should've probably stayed as a wolf, but she opted against it conserve energy. She'd been in a deep sleep though, so when she felt a sense of being watched she started to shuffle to wake herself up.

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Perhaps it was the days of travel, his hunger, his yearning to find his sister, but seeing the young woman in all her glorious form brought about mixed emotions within Diego. At once, he was elated to have found her, glad that she seemed safe and unharmed. No other males were about and he could smell the air as fresh as the fallen snow from the night before. He smiled at her, knowing he had found his dear sister and that she could now be brought home.

And yet, the longer he stared at her form, the more desire flared up within him, his loins, his senses. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt. He admitted that Isabel was the most beautiful girl, certainly in his clan, and perhaps in other clans. If his betrothed, Alexia, was the best of their clan, then Isabel, his own sister, trumped all others. She was stunning. Serene and peaceful, sleeping as an angel on feathery wings of alabaster snow. Diego moved closer and now he could smell her pheromones, her womanly scent. She was to turn 18... tomorrow? Had it been that long?! He and she would come of age and yet, they were still at least four days' trot from home! Would they make it in time? If the two turned to their majority and their betrothed mates were not around...

Diego blinked and looked up. A full moon this evening. They would turn and feel the blood lust, to hunt, to eat meat, drink blood. And to fuck.

Diego's mouth fell open as he realized that he and his sister would need to mate---want to mate---with the closest, most available lycan of the opposite sex! He gasped aloud, realizing his own cock had lengthened, feelings of forbidden desire rising up inside and culminating at the point of his shaft. he was already dripping with pre-cum and lust. "Isabel," Diego said in a husky voice, nearly a whisper, barely a grunt. "My sister, you must awaken. We must head... home."

She stirred awake and Diego took a fearful step backwards, continuing to stare at her beautiful lithe form. he wanted to curl up to her, give her warmth and shelter, slip inside of her, make love to her. Take her for his own! He broke into a sweat and his skin went taut, muscled knotting and ready to pounce. God, why this!? Why now!? And why with her!? And yet, he already knew the answer. He had always desired Isabel, just never admitted it. Their playful flirting these past few years was leading to this. he could not allow her to mate with Alejandro! He could not give himself to Alexia. He only wanted Isabel, his own sister! God help them both...

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It was his scent Isabel registered first. It filling her lungs until all she could see in her dreams was her brother's face looking down at her. The young woman stirred a bit as she started to wake up. She wasn't quite fully awake until she heard the word ''home''. Oh how badly she would love to go home. But she couldn't. Isabel shot up quickly, realizing she was alone before looking around wildly and then seeing Diego. His sister froze as she stared at him. She didn't say anything, she just stared at him and refused to step one step closer to home. "I can't go back Diego..." She finally said, her voice soft and not loud and bratty like it would normally be around others. "I can't marry him. I'll... I'll kill him." she said it as though she meant it. She felt it deep within her core that she'd kill him.

Her eyes shifted to look around, her nose lifting in the air a bit. "You came alone?" She asked in surprise. "You shouldn't even been here Diego! This isn't safe." she wasn't sure if he knew yet, if he could feel the way they seemed to call for each other. "Seriously, go back home Brother. Tell them you couldn't find me and go marry Alexia." she said, it sounded like an order but she was actually begging him. Begging him to leave, to forget he found her and not step one step closer. The more that time passed, the less time she had to get as far away from her brother as possible...

Isabel thought back to when she first started to suspect her connection with Diego. Sure they were twins and had that sort of shit going on but it was different that first time. She'd been crying and Diego held her the entire time, whispering in her ears as he rocked her back and forth. She knew she loved him, but it stirred up so much trouble after that and she started to wonder if she was sick; if something was terribly wrong with her for feeling so aroused by her twin. It wasn't fair. A phrase she'd been telling herself for years now. Why did the fates do this to her? Why him?

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Diego gazed at Isabel curiously. She seemed to recoil at his approach and it bothered him. "Why do you cower from me, Isabel? I am your twin, your closest, most trusted family in this world." He knelt by her now, closer. He was well aware that his cock was jutting out, throbbing with need and dripping with desire. Going from wolf to human form always left them naked as creation intended, yet at council meetings and large gatherings, it was understood that all would be clothed in fur and armor.

But for now, alone, in a secluded clearing, brother and sister had no need for clothes, no need for shame. Diego reached out for her tentatively, and touched her bare shoulder. "So soft, so warm," Diego said softly. "You need not fear me, sister. I am the one person who will always protect you and care for you. Always." He moved closer now, trapping her between the eaves she huddled near and his own looming body, radiating heat and desire. His own pheromones were emanating, beckoning for her to come to him.

Inside, his brain screamed, roared in protest. _Do not go near her, Diego! Though she is your sister, your desire will be too much. Perhaps the fact that she is your sister should tell you to stay clear! Step back, prince of the White fang, or be lost forever..._

"Isabel," Diego said huskily, his own voice dripping with a need he could no longer control. "I only wish to... comfort you... keep you safe and warm. Please. Let me... hold you..." His eyes bore into hers, soft browns mixed with deepest greens. His eyes began to glow a brighter yellow, the mark of his kind, the tell-tale signs of a new moon approaching. And the need for blood and sex.

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"I can't go back there Diego. I can't!" Isabel would finally say as he got so close. She could smell everything about him, his natural scent, his lust and power, and she found herself moving more and near him. She couldn't help it, he was... her mate and he was begging her to let him near. How could she say no? If it were anyone else, she'd be expected to just give in and let him but it wasn't just anyone else. It was her twin brother, whom she'd grown up with and who was only the first born by a mere minute.

"I can't go home and be with that... thing and watch you prancing around with... with her!" She started to lose it, everything she'd been running from coming to a head and she couldn't stop herself from telling him the truth. "I can't just sit back like a good girl and watch my mate with some woman who doesn't even get him while I'm stuck with that disgusting, spoiled little bitch who look like he was going to hump my leg!" She cried. She wanted him near, she wanted to give in but even she heard herself. She sounded insane, and she'd actually said out loud that Diego was her fated mate.

Her own yellow eyes met his and she instantly stopped talking. She couldn't help it. He was so mesmerizing to her. Maybe she'd always known that he was her mate. They were very close, even for twins. Her eyes dilated as she found herself lost in his eyes, she was blushing and not even realizing it. Even in the snow, her nipples hadn't really hardened until right then, pebbling to show her arousal for her brought. Her mouth watered a bit and her hand slowly reached for his hardened cock. "You're... " the tips of her warm fingers just touched the tip of his, just enough for her to slightly move his precum that had beaded out. "You're so..." she lost her words, her train of thought completely gone as she lost herself in her brother's eyes.

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Diego closed his eyes as he felt his sister reach out and tentatively touch his cock. He groaned out loud and moved ever closer. His own sister was touching his most private part! The thought unnerved him, but inside, it inflamed him to greater heights of lust. "Oh Gods... Isabel..." he moaned.

She had called him her ''mate''! It was impossible, yet he heard it. He was so in tuned to her every word, every motion. It was as if they were so keenly connected and aware of the other's thoughts.

At once his pulled her to him, crushing her lips with his own. He moved over her now, lying her along the soft grass while his powerful body hovered over hers. Their kiss deepened as he was losing himself to the animal lust of the moment. He would soon lose all control and take his own sister for his mate! They were both to hit their majority this very night and... no force on earth could stop their need to couple. To fuck. To claim each other's bodies and souls.

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Gods, kissing him was so much better than Isabel had imagined it would be. She'd always wondered, she thought out of a general curiosity, but as she felt her body leaning back into the ground, she questioned if anything between them was actually innocent or just a Devine sick comedy. If the gods had just been giggling behind the scenes, waiting for the twins to find out that they were the joke. But it didn't really matter anymore, did it? No, the line had been crossed and the two were making out feverishly as their naked bodies started to warm from each others touch.

Her hands couldn't help but touch along his sides and up to his shoulders while her body pressed towards his, her breasts pressing hard against his chest. "Diego..." she begged into his mouth. "We're not supposed to..." but that only gave her mouth better access to kiss him and soon she found her tongue snaking into his mouth, as if asking for a dance. It was wrong, they knew it but every instinct was screaming at her that this was more right than the wrong that it really was. Which... didn't really make sense, but it seemed she'd have to figure it out along the way.

If he did claim her, neither of them would be able to go back. She'd smell of Diego and he of Isabel and everyone would know they were mates. They'd be hunted down by the whole pack, maybe even all three. Whatever the result of their return, she knew it wouldn't be good and it wouldn't end happily for anyone. Yet, her hands had moved to his jaw, as if she was trying to keep her brother close, even though her words were attempting, weakly, to protest. "This isn't right..." she moaned into a kiss, never actually stopping.


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There was a twinge of curiosity in Chloe's mind as to what exactly Henry had in store. Even when he let her hair go and her face nearly dropped straight down as a result, all she could do was lay there and wait for him. Turning the big girl over took quite some effort on his part, especially as she wasn't helping him at all, but eventually, he could roll her unto her back with a loud *THUD*. "Heh... you're so weak... you could barely even turn me over. What do you think is going to happen once you untie me?" she asked him, assuming he intended to do that.

Instead, she was surprised to see even more ropes. "Oh what, you're just going to tie me up even more and leave me here like this? You're a sick fuck..." And yet as he instead attached the additional ropes to the poles, Chloe gasped in surprise. She wasn't expecting such ingenuity, and by the time he had both of her legs hooked up to either side, it would take another rough pull from him to force her powerful legs apart. "Urhgngn!!!" she grunted as one leg, then the other, spread practically horizontally from her crotch. It was uncomfortable, painful even, and left her pussy completely exposed. Nothing she could do would stop him from taking her.

"S-so you proved your point..." she grunted, the mare gazing up at him, her hair and face a total mess. "Get it over with then..." His teasing started, and her body started to tremble harshly. Clearly her fat lipped, quivering pussy wanted it, the drool and constant shaking making that very obvious. He could run his erection up and down her long slit, the size alone allowing for an easy entrance, and her thickly lubricating fluids making sure he could bottom out in a single stroke if he wanted to.

"I bet you can't even last a single... AHAHGN!!" Caught off guard, the mare's eyes went wide as he poked in. Her first penetration... despite how he judged her, Chloe had always rejected guys and it meant that Henry would be the first to be inside of her. And the more he pushed, the more her pussy reacted by pressing in around him, as if trying to suck him in. But the difference in size meant that despite her best efforts, he had full control on how much of his dick was inside her. "GGRurrhhgngn... hrhngngn... OOOhgnnn..." There was no hiding from the fact that she wanted his cock badly, and the sudden jerk sent her walls collapsing even more, wanting him fully inside.

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All her curses and teases where falling onto empty ears, as all Henry focused on was getting his cock inside her, and fucking her till she begged for him to stop. If he got tired, he had a few other toys, which he was sure would ensure she beg him. Weather it be an hour, or two, or three. But he would make sure she submitted to him.

He was lost in his own world to realize she was a virgin, and he had taken her virginity. He was focused on getting his dick into this sluts pussy. As he was halfway in, he paused, "For a slut like you, you sure have a tight pussy. How is it? Or are you a anal bitch and prefer things in your ass?" he asked as he slapped her tits, pinching her nipples, and using them to leverage his penetration. He pulled his upper body using the nipples, so the result was her nipples were yanked down, while he moved in, inch by inch. He flexed his cock a bit, torturing her further, before he was almost 8 inch in, when he met some more resistance.

"Look bitch, you can't even take this ''little'' thing completely. Not so slutty now, are you?" Henry said as he left her tits, and grabbed hold on her neck, pressing it as he limited the supply of air to her lungs. While he was focusing on her pussy, and the cock, he was ensuring not to choke her, relaxing the grip from time to time, but always keeping her wanting for more air.

"Do you want me to put the entire thing inside? Your body is telling me, rather begging me to put it in. Your pussy is dripping with anticipation and hunger. But I want to hear the words from your mouth. Do you submit and agree to be my slut? Imagine if just the penetration is this fun, what fun I can give when I grab that hair of yours and fuck you for hours?" he said, releasing the grip and removing the cock a couple of inches and thumping it back, just to show her what she would gain.

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Indeed, the mare's body was absolutely loving it. Despite her ''free will'' attitude, she craved someone domineering. Chloe was a bitch that needed to be put in her place and the desire and lust that quickly filled her eyes and voice was rapidly becoming super obvious. The fact that she had been a virgin until that point also made the encounter that much hotter, for the mare could enjoy releasing her sexual frustrations rather than keeping them inside.

Panting harshly, there was almost a sense of urgency when he stopped. "Hahhnnnn... HHHhahhhnnn... Hahhhnnnn... w-what's the matter? Tired already... ''Tiny Dick''?" Chloe groaned out, wanting to enrage him further. The reactionary slapping, pinching, and then harsh tugging of her nipples definitely was a delight to her. "AAHHRHRHRHGNRHNGNNG!!!!" Chloe's body shivered and trembled noticeably, her exposed, sensitive nipples taking the brunt of his actions, which in turn caused her pussy to slobber even more around him. The pain she felt, while not as intense as he might've wanted, certainly was getting her going, and the fact that it resulted in an even deeper penetration caused her body to grumble. "OOOhhghghgnnnnn... hghngnn..."

The fact that he went for her throat from there made her body quiver hard, a fact he could tell as her pussy walls hugged him closer, and as he put pressure with the intention of strangling her a bit, Chloe's pussy tightened, practically in correlation to how hard he was pressing down. "AAHHRHRHGN!!! Aahrhrhrnghgnnn!!" the mare cried out breathlessly, her fat tongue sticking out of her long maw as tears of sexual enjoyment oozed from her quivering eyes. To say she was enjoying it was... beyond obvious, even if his strength by itself wasn't enough to really stop her from breathing.

"S-show me... some... more..." Chloe grunted as he demanded she submit. By that point, everything but her teasing had submitted to him, as he could feel himself able to more easily push inside her fully as he bore her depths open for himself.

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"Beg" he said, as he stood his ground, wanting to see how much she craved this humiliation and submission. "Beg and I promise I will fuck you so hard and so long that you won't be able to walk properly. Every person on campus will be able to tell you have been fucked, and not just fucked, fucked hard." Henry said as he gave a sudden thrust, showing her what he could give her. "And that is not just today. Every night you will crave for it and I will give it to you" he said as he gave another thrust, withdrawing partially. Being a studious kid, he had excelled in body language and psychology, and he was using the entire thing to maximum effect.

"Imagine, coming home to worship this cock, and get fucked by this." now teasing her, "Imagine getting your pussy stretched every second you are home, and then made to cum multiple times" he said. He gave her nipples a hard smack, using his complete power, not restricting himself. "I can see how much you are enjoying yourself. And how much you crave this. I am sure if I stand and walk away, you will come crawling to me, begging me to not leave you needing this fuck." He almost removed the cock, leaving just the tip inside, almost to show what her empty pussy would feel like. "But this" Henry added, with a complete thrust, almost threatening to penetrate her cervix, "is what you will get by submitting. Just say the words I submit, and beg for the fucking." he said. as he grabbed her hard nipples, and pressed and played with them, intending to further excite her.

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If it wasn't that obvious already, the mare's body was shaking, craving needfully. Chloe could only hold out for so long before she'd want nothing more than to be rammed hard by this seemingly smaller and less powerful individual... the humiliation of it practically inconsequential to the feeling of being dominated. So when he gave her a few hard thrusts and slapped her sensitive nipples hard, her body shook, a thick equine cream oozing out around his inserted erection.

"O-OOOOooohhhn... OOOOhhnnnn... RHhgngnn..." Breathing harshly, the horse girl's large nostrils flared, a blast of warm air coming out strong enough to hit him in the face. Shifting about in place, she found that her powerful body could do little, and that her heat was pretty much entirely in his control. The thoughts of getting it over and over, every night, also worked to wire her up. "F-fuck... y-you... make a... hggngnnn... HHhrngnn... hard... bargain..."

Panting harshly, Chloe couldn't help herself anymore. The tough girl attitude fell away and she licked her lips. "To lose... my virginity... to a... loser like you... Orhgnn... hgnn... f-fine... fine you... you win..." With him pinching her stiff nipples, she groaned out in delight. "I-I submit! I submit! You win! FUCK! J-just fuck... just fuck me... already..."

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The words were like music to his ears. As she agreed to submit, Henry grabbed her tits, holding them in his pincer grip, before he began to slam his cock into her. He was holding nothing back, and as he would push forward, he would pull her down, so the effect would double the rate and power of his thrust. As he was fucking her, he held nothing back, and kept fucking her drawing his cock out to the tip of the mushroom before slamming it back in. It was lucky he took some herbs before binding her which would allow him to last longer, and stay harder else he was sure he would have ejaculated by now.

Reaching down to the bag by his side, he drew out a knife, and cut the ropes binding her hands. He was taking a risk, but based on her body eagerness, and the wetness, he was sure she would be more worried about not getting her orgasm, rather than fighting him out. Freeing his hands, he grabbed hold of her throat as he resumed fucking. "Yes slut. Show me your inner bitch. Show me how much you enjoy getting fucked. I am sure you would be wishing this cock in your ass very soon. And I will be fucking it also." he said, his hips thrusting in fast piston movement, still stopping short of complete penetration, as he waited for her pussy to get used to his member inside it.

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For a massive girl like her to be fucked so hard and have so little ability to do anything back... Chloe was excited beyond belief. This was what she was looking for, a guy who was dominant enough to put her in her place, to show the world that size wasn't everything. He had taken a big gamble and it was paying off. "GGAHHRrhrhn!!! OOOhhngngnn!!! OOOOhhngngn!!!" she moaned out loud, her bound body squirming about as he pounded her large, overflowing pussy as hard as he did. Her sensitive nipples vibrated against his palms as his fingers dug deep into her plump boob flesh. And still she wanted him to be rougher with her.

"Haaarrdderr... HHHAARDDERR!!! OOOOHHNN!!!" She wanted to feel the abuse on her body, the thick muscles preventing her from taking any real damage from the more diminutive boy. But her inner walls were certainly taking a beating, and she loved that.

By the time he unbound her arms, she was already throwing them around him, one clenching around his back and the other grabbing at his butt, both trying to pull him in each time he pulled away. She didn't want her pussy to feel empty anymore, she had grown addicted to the feeling of him filling her up. At the same time, as he pressed down on her throat, a slight giggling gurgle escaped her lips. "GGAhhrhhrng!! GGHAHAHNRng!!! OOHAHN!! SSHHARRDDERR!!!" She wanted to feel him choke her, the muscles of her throat offering intense resistance, and if he really wanted to make her ''suffer'' he'd have to use both hands and put his weight into it. At the same time, her pussy had opened up almost completely to the point that he could start to feel him hit the mare's cervix so deep inside.

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He was a little taken back by her submissive nature. She was being a bitch in open, but that was just to see who could be man enough to show her her place. And he had unknowingly done just that. He had treated like like the bitch and had claimed her, and fucked her till she and her body wanted to submit to him and his cock. And he was loving it. He wondered how everyone would react when they saw her being with him the next day. Especially as his girlfriend and who was a putty in his hands. As those thoughts filled his mind, his body began to fuck her faster. His hold around her neck tightened, as another one tightened its grip around her hard nipples.

"What a slut you are. Here you are getting fucked, and owned and forced and you are asking for more. I am sure you were always just a dirty bitch" Henry said as he gave her a slap, before pressing her tits harder. Pausing, he removed his cock, and flipped her over. He had freed her legs also, so now she was free and could use them to support her body. Turning her over, he gave her ass a hard smack before positioning his cock at her pussy entrance and giving a hard thrust pushing it inside. "Push back. Show me how much you like my cock in your tiny little pussy. Tell me how much you love my huge cock and how you would worship it" he said, making sure to begin and make sure her world began to revolve around his hard cock and her fucking it. He grabbed hold of her mare, and pulled her back, so her front was partially supported by her hand, and partially pulling her hair down. His other hand was wrapped around her neck, chocking her again as he began to thrust inside and fuck her, again unable to push his entire cock inside her before facing too much resistance. He did touch her cervix though and made sure to keep poking at it, until it would open and soon he would be able to fuck her better.

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Chloe's teeth clattered together as she loved the intense feeling Henry was giving her. His unrelenting hard cock shoving itself into her needy pussy... his intense assault around her throat... and the way he abused her stiff, erect nipples... it was all a combination of overwhelming lust for the big gal who shook and shivered like crazy. And then he was audacious enough to talk down to her, insulting her and treating her like a slut. And the mare shook even harder at that. "OOOOOhhhnnnnnn... OOOOOOOooohhnnnnn... HHhhrhnnnnn..." Her pussy walls collapsed around him, sucking and slurping him as he slammed himself into her. Whatever pain he was able to inflict upon her was still not enough to deter her, the lustful naturally muscled body wanting to experience his abuse more and more.

Gasping for air as she found herself breathing rapidly, Chloe cried out in surprise as he suddenly flipped her over unto her stomach. That way, the mare's massively rotund furred ass presented itself before him, his hand able to dig really deep into her thick moon, the hard SMACK sound it formed making the sea of furry flesh jiggle about like crazy for a few long moments. "OOrrhhnnfn..." Chloe grunted, licking her lips as her legs took a moment to actually hold her body up, only for him to plunge straight back in. "OOOOOHHHHHNNNNNnnnnnnn!!!"

The sloppy slurping of her oozing pussy sounded out again by the time he pushed in deep, the hard thrust abusing her insides. And as he grabbed her by her mane and forced her back, the mare let out another loud moan as her hips shoved back unto him in turn, her thick ass slapping toward his pelvis. "A-GGAHHAHNNN!!! HHahnngnng... I-I love your fat cock inside of me! I-I'll take it in whenever you want! J-just shove it in me! Fuck me hard!" she cried out, her body shivering harshly each time he splattered himself against her deeper recesses.

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He dropped her front part, and instead grabbed her hair from behind. Wrapping his arms around her long hair to get a firm grip. Using it as leverage, he began to thrust into her. Every thrust was now hard, long and powerful, instead of fast and short. "I am going to fuck you before school, in breaks between classes and after school, and I am going to make you cum on my cock, and than I am going to cum in your pussy, and than your mouth, and than your face and than your tits. And you will wear it proudly, showing everyone what a dirty little slut you have been" Henry said as he gave her ass a hard smack. "Every student, teacher and staff is going to know what a slut you are. And how you can't stay without getting your holes fucked." As he said the last words he gave a harder push and stayed buried inside her. Spreading her ass, he saw the tiny puckered hole, and spat on it, watching it seep into the dark hole. Rubbing the hole, "And soon I am going to claim this hole also and than you will be begging for my cum in this hole also" he said before giving her back a hit.

He pushed her head down, which would give him better leverage, while holding onto her mare. "Keep that slutty head down, and eyes on me. I want you to see me fuck your brains out, and remember the first time I did so. Of course, now that you are my bitch, you will spend a lot of time getting ploughed by my cock. Now show me how much you like. Cum on my cock. Cum like a dirty slut" he gave her another smack on her ass, and reached down to finger her clit to further her stimulation and get her to her orgasm.

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Feeling him tugging on her hair and forcing her head back, it inevitably caused her back to arch harshly as he pounded himself into her body. Each time his cock pressed in, his hips could smack against her huge ass, causing it to wobble about, the soft fur tickling at his flesh. "OOOOOhhnn!!! OOOOOOOooohhnnn!!!" Chloe cried out each time he did. It felt so amazing that her body vibrated in place like crazy, his shaft burying itself brutally inside of her. Her equine pussy slobbered all over him, the thick lubing juices splattering and dripping out of her.

The girl's ears jumped up straight on her head as he informed her how it was all going to work, and his lustful, dirty tone caused a spark of pleasure to shoot through her body. Another hard smack made her gasp out loud and lick her lips. "Yyyessss!!! OOOHHH yyyesss!!! YYYYYeesss!!! I-I wanna be your slut! Your stupid pony sluuuuttt!!! OOOOHHHHhhhh!!!" Feeling him deeply and just stopping, Chloe instead started to work her muscles more, and he could feel his cock getting a deep massage even without moving. At the same time, he could feel her clamp down on him as he played with her puckered tail hole, the rubbing causing her hips to shift back and forth. "OOOohhnnnn... s-soooo diirttyyy..."

With him pressing her head down, she could see down her underside straight back, where his balls were slapping up against her pussy. She could see his cock, entering and exiting, the fluids jumping all over the place. "YYYesss... OOOhh yyess... mhhnnnn..." Seeing it as she felt it, Chloe was readily on her way to an orgasm, and with the added smack to her trembling ass and then rubbing to her already erect clit, the mare could hardly stand it. "OOOOHHN!!! OOOOOOHHNN!!! SSONGHGHGNNN!!! OOOSHGGNNGNGN!!!" Her thick tongue slipped out of her maw, starting to slur her words.

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He felt her pussy walls contract, and squeeze around his shaft, engulfing it tighter and tighter. At the same time, her words making no sense whatsoever. He continued to plough as finger and spank her, not focusing on just one thing. One second he was spanking her ass, second he was grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back, while the next second her was choking her. He did all this without stopping to fuck her pussy or rub her clit. The triple sensation which had gotten her off would continue, till she had her orgasm, and had no more strength for another one. In fact, he would continue fucking her in this position till she begged him to stop, whining that her body couldn't take it more. Thanks to his medication and self control, he was sure he could see her through at least a couple of orgasms before he himself would loose his control.

Once she would beg him to stop, Henry would remove his cock and walk towards the front, ogling her body and now standing in front of her. Holding her hair, he forced her into her knees, so she was face to face with his cock. Without any explanations, he pushed his cock into her mouth, and began to fuck her mouth, pushing it deeper and deeper. "I am sure a slut like you would have spent hours working on your gag technique, sucking anything which is round and long." he said, as he kept an iron grip on her hair, making sure to move her face as per his choice, not letting her have much freedom. "Show me your ability. I know you are a whore. So you would have sucked so many cocks. Is this the biggest one? Are you going to spend nights worshipping it now?" he said, as he removed his cock for a few seconds. "I think I like you better with your mouth filled with cock" he said, not allowing her to speak and pushing his cock back inside.

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Considering how despite her reactions, Chloe wasn't used to sex, Henry's multi-pronged assault was getting her off rapidly and soon, the first of several orgasms hit her. "GGUAHRHRHHNN!!! HHHAHANHN!! HHHHANAHN!!!" The mare's deep lungs allowed her to be quite loud, loud enough that even someone down the block would hear her with ease. At the same time, her large body shook harshly around him, a gush of thick equine pussy juice splattering thickly against him and all over the paved stoop. Inside, her walls collapsed around him, groping him with immense trembling, as if her body had turned into a massive vibrator. Shake upon shake surrounded him for what seemed to be minutes at a time, yet even when they finally slowed, her orgasms just couldn't fully end.

Another hit her, and then another, each time making the mare jerk violently about, her legs kicking out into the air where he luckily wasn't, the swift and powerful strikes easily capable of knocking him out if they connected. And still he continued. Eventually, Chloe felt like she was losing her mind. "N-no more... no... more... please..." she begged him, her body finally eeking toward exhaustion as she was heavily panting. Her lips were dry as her saliva had drained out of her from so many squeals and screams. And anything in the line of sight of her large pussy had been coated with her thick natural lube many times over by that point.

So when he came around to her front, he found her face being quite the mess, tears of being overwhelmed ruining her mascara as the black smears stained her tan furred long cheeks. Despite her tiredness, she was able to stumble up unto her knees for him and already winded, she barely caught a glance at his cock, which itself was still thickly coated in her juices, before her eyes widened when he just shoved himself past her lips and deep into her muzzle.

"Mrhgnngn!!!" Her muzzle was quite long, her mouth allowing for enough room to comfortably allow him to face fuck her to his heart's content. Contrary to what he thought of her, Henry had taken yet another virgin part of her body, and as his cock pummeled into the back of her throat, Chloe barely kept her eyes open as she found it difficult to breathe. While her latest orgasm had subsided, his words kept her always excited. Being treated like that... being put in her place by this more diminutive creature... it was all part of her longing.

Barely having just a few moments to say anything when he pulled himself out, Chloe only managed to gasp deeply. "...I..." And then, his cock plugged up her maw once more. "MMRhhgngng..."

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He loved how obedient she was, and now how much power he had over her. Unknown to her, he had various cameras installed all around, and he was getting a 360 degree recording of the entire night. Her mascara-covered face, with her eyes looking at him, and her naked body was just too lovely to ignore. He couldn't resist removing his cock from her mouth, and giving her a few smacks with his cock, pushing it back in. "Aww. Doesn't you face look perfect. The perfect make up for a whore. Mascara all dripping, eyes wet from giving a blow job, lips coated in your own juices, mouth full of cock. Just perfect. I am sure you spent nights sleeping in your bed, hoping to get into this slutty position" he said, as he slammed his cock into her mouth, not wanting her to reply, or be able to.

However, even Henry had his limits, and soon he gave a loud grunt, something that matched her moan when she had her first orgasm. The first of the spurts was deposited deep inside her mouth, the second a little outer for her to taste. The third one coated her face, and the fourth one was on her red tits and nipples. Only after he had the last of his spurts dribble on her did he push his cock back inside her mouth for her, "Clean me like a proper cock slut" fucking her mouth a few more seconds, before withdrawing it and collapsing near her. "You are not allowed to clean up. Only tomorrow before school can you remove my cum from your body. Let it sit there all night, and remind you that you are now my bitch. " he gave his orders to her as he took deep breadths and worked to regain his strength.


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The sound of light beeping would draw Lucas over to his phone as he allowed his eyes to read over the text message from Ellie. It said that she was about five minutes away. He slowly moved to his closet and continued to dry his hair after just hopping out of the shower. A light grin lingered across his lips as tonight would be the first time she came over. To say that the two had been playing a fun game of hot and cold would be an understatement, he didn't blame her, but as of late, he had the feeling that he was starting to win her over.

They had met a little over a month ago at Gino's party. She was working as one of the bottle girls for the night. Well, that is what Gino called them anyways. Lucas knew that was his clever way of saying escort, but she was honestly a bottle girl. Luck would have it; her looks and charm had earned her the privilege of entertaining most of the McCallister Family's prestigious clients, which meant there was an unspoken rule about guests not touching her without her permission.

After a few failed attempts, she finally caved and agreed to lunch. Since then, they had been getting closer, slowly but surely, and tonight was another step for them. She conceded to have dinner at Lucas's place, which was another step in the right direction since the kiss on their second date. Lucas allowed his eyes to fall on the safe in the back of his closet as he cracked it open for a moment and checked to make sure that he had locked away his badge and policed issued firearm.

Lucas didn't assume that things would make it as far as his bedroom, but it never hurt to be safe. He had been working undercover for over the past five years, and he hadn't made it this far by allowing for careless mistakes. He quickly grabbed a pair of boxers from a drawer in his closet and then some designer sweatpants. At the sound of a car pulling into his driveway, he would grab a black t-shirt for later once he had finished drying. He quickly descended the two flights of stairs as he opened up his front door and looked at the woman getting out of the car.

He would offer her a simple smile as he moved to open the car door for her. "Hey, beautiful, you made it faster than I thought. Did you bring the wine?" He would help the woman out of her car as he offered a simple hug and a peck on the cheek before inviting her in. Walking through the front door, it would be clear that he was doing better than he allowed others to believe. It was no secret that his cover made him a broker of sorts. He was a middle man for large sums in exchange for illegal goods. It was also no secret that he had a large appetite and tolerance for violence.

Lucas assumed the mob family Ellie worked for had highly influenced her to accept these dates. Not that he could blame them, he didn't belong to a family, and he seemed to only answer to himself. Lucas may have proven himself time and time again without fail. Some were wary of him because no one knew anything about him. Even where he lived would be a surprise to most. His small mansion sat in a neighborhood owned by wealthy families known for having old money. Marble flooring would stretch as far as the eye could see, with exotic-looking pictures and statues lining the wall.

A warm sand color ran throughout the home, with black furniture highlighting the marble flooring and bringing a strong contrast against the beige color. Thick beautiful running vines draped down the walls as they framed the pieces of artwork hung on the walls. Lucas paced at the woman's side as he questioned, "How was your day? Did you do well on your test?" A gentle smile lingered on the man's lips as he guided her to the kitchen. They would put her wine on ice, and Lucas would give her a chance to sample his cooking. The scent of grilled steak and fresh boiled seafood roamed throughout the kitchen.

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Ellie had to jump through hoops to get out of the house. She had been stupid enough to tell her family she was going on a date, interrogating her. The lies came easy. He was someone from her class, no, it wasn't serious, he was just a nice boy. Sometimes she wondered why she still lived with her parents. She made enough money to rent a decent apartment, maybe even a townhouse in the nicer parts. But she loved her family, and she knew after her sister got married, her parents were feeling lonely. If they only knew she met the man at a party where she essentially offered herself to further someone else's interest, and the man in question made his money in a less than legal way, they would probably chain her in the basement.

She didn't want to go out with him, not at first at least. He wasn't the first to ask her out after one of these parties. Most men just wanted to spend some time with her for free. He had been different in his persistence. She refused many times. Most were not that stubborn. She would say no and then pay the McCallisters for her or another girl, and the world would be balanced again. He never did that, and the more he persisted, the more curious she got. Eventually, she started asking the other girls. Most didn't know anything. They had seen him at parties or other jobs, but nothing unordinary. A couple of the girls went silent when he asked the question, telling her to speak with Sean.

Sean McCallister was the youngest in his family, a bit of a hothead, and he usually handled bribes and debt. He certainly enjoyed collecting debt more than giving bribes. When she finally asked her question, he had laughed, cupping her face in his hand and telling her good luck if she happened to find something interesting to tell him. Eleanor had no idea what any of that meant---was the guy a serial killer? She continued collecting bits and pieces, and the picture became a bit clearer---he didn't work for any big family, but he worked with them, which made him somewhat special. He had a bit of a reputation for violence, but that didn't mean a red flag for her. She had seen Sean smash a man's teeth with a hammer and then break his fingers one by one for shorting him $50. If he weren't worse than that, she would be fine.

As Ellie walked out of the car, he greeted her. The whole thing was unusual for her. He could be a client if things were different, but she was her by her will, and no matter if they spent the night talking or she slept with him, this would be all the same---he wouldn't pay for it. Her red hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a short black dress, not too revealing but enough to attract attention. His house surprised her. Not what she expected. Most men in this industry bought ridiculous mansions and decorated them in a way they thought looked good, while in reality, it was tasteless at best. His place wasn't like that, there was style, and she wondered if he bought it like that or if that was his style.

"Test was fine." She was surprised he even remembered she had an exam today. Bitter-sweet, she wanted to get her degree, but the closer to graduation she was approaching, the more she realized education was not her way out. Sean made more of her smiling at men and making them feel happy. A junior lawyer wasn't profitable. "I like your place." She sat on the barstool next to the kitchen island as he took care of the stakes. That was a first. She never had a man cook dinner for her. "Most guys in your world decorate their houses with gold elephants and gigantic naked marble statues." She wasn't even exaggerating. "So... what's the plan for tonight besides delicious dinner?" She dreaded the question a bit. She was in his house. Most men would have certain expectations. She wasn't opposed to that, he was attractive, and she had agreed to come here. Ellie just wondered how much of that was real and how much was really about getting laid for free.

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Lucas softly nodded when she answered his question about her test; he offered a simple statement of encouragement as he listened to her compliments about his home. "Well, I can't take the credit for this being all my own doing; I had hired a decorator for the finer details." He slowly moved over to a cabinet near the end of the counter and pulled out a small statue of a naked woman sitting on top of an elephant with gold fixtures and tusks. "Though if you miss the elephants and statues, this will have to do." A slight chuckle passed over his lips as he looked at the artifact and thought about how it came into his possession.

It had been a gift from Sean after a disagreement over how Lucas handled business. Lucas had set up a drug buy on behalf of the McCallister family, and Sean was overseeing it. The men bumped heads when Lucas refused to test the quality of the product that they were receiving. Working undercover, Lucas was fully aware there would be times it would be a necessity for him to do drugs. If not to protect his cover, to at least save his life. With Sean, Lucas's refusal was a calculated risk that paid off. It did come after the two men had drawn guns on each other, and Lucas threatened to find a new buyer after giving Sean a permanent third eye.

It showed the McCallister family that they couldn't handle him like he was one of their errand boys. It also set the stage for him to be eccentric, which piqued Sean's interest in the man people called Ghost. Lucas had a reputation for coming without warning and leaving without a trace or a way of getting in contact with him. A ding from the stove would draw Lucas's attention to the oven as he pulled out the final dishes that went with their meals. He placed the hot food on the counter as he looked at Ellie and slightly tilted his head to her question.

"Honestly, outside of dinner, I haven't a clue. I didn't honestly expect you to say yes." He slowly moved around to the woman as he used his hand to move a few strands of hair from her face while giving her a gentle smile. "We could dance, maybe take a dip in the pool or the jacuzzi. I have a room that I use as a theater. If you want, we can cuddle and watch a movie. Hell, I am even willing to go up on the roof and start up the fire pit for a bit of stargazing." Lucas's hand slowly slipped down to the woman's waist as he leaned close so that his chest was against her body as he whispered into her ear. "Remember, I told you we could go as fast or slow as you want; I'm not in a rush. So until you ask me to have my way with you, the ball is in your court."

Lucas pulled away from the woman as he moved to finish drying his hair. Within moments his shirt was on, and the food was on plates. He took the barstool next to hers and bowed his head in grace before pouring the wine. He offered the woman a simple cheer as he took a sip of the wine while looking down at his plate of steak, lobster tail, shrimp, steamed potatoes, and corn, with sweet rolls on the side. He would mention that desert hadn't worked out how he had planned. He thought doing personalized sundaes would make for a decent substitute.

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Ellie mostly stared at him, puzzled, unsure what to say or do. Right now, everything from a simple ''thank you'' to kissing him sounded like an appropriate response. She wasn't used to that. Her world was straightforward. She was arm candy or something hot for a night of fun. The men she was with paid for the pleasure, or Sean used her as a ''gift'', but the rules were very clear---they had no feelings for her and no obligations to treat her nice. Ellie wasn't used to a man telling her it was her choice of what to do. Lucas was kind, and that was confusing. Placing his hands on her waist, being so close to her, she could feel the warmth of his body. She almost laughed, thinking that she had no idea what people did on dates.

"I think I like the pool idea." She smiled as she said that. It wasn't that she had a particular preference. She enjoyed spending time with him, despite her doubts. The food was delicious, and she told him as much. She wasn't sure if that was his cooking skills, or she was too impressed that he cooked for her, but she enjoyed it either way.

"I need to ask you something." She looked at him needing to see his eyes as he answered. It wasn't that he couldn't lie to her. He had no reason, to be honest with her, and perhaps he could like her, and she most likely wouldn't even know he did so. "Why me? There are plenty of women out there, and I'm sure most wouldn't say no. You are a good-looking man and not struggling financially. So why from all the women you are after the one who makes her living by making other men happy." This question bothered her from the first time he asked her out. If she met someone in college who didn't know what she did for a living was one thing, but he knew what she did.

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Lucas offered the woman a soft nod and a thank you when she said the food was good. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I rarely get to use this kitchen these days." He gracefully cut a piece of his steak and placed it into his mouth. He slowly chewed as he allowed the juice from the meat to bathe his tongue in a mixture of sweet spicy glory. He would pick up his napkin as he thought about her plans to take a dip in the pool. "I am sure I can find a swimsuit for you to put on, though it may be a bit big on you unless you prefer to swim in the buff."

A devilish smirk slipped across his lips as he teased at the idea of swimming naked. Lucas took another sip of his wine and pushed his plate to the side. He managed to eat about half of it, as he was still a bit full from sampling as he cooked. Lucas slowly sat his glass down and listened to Ellie speak about having a question she needed to ask him. He would give the woman his undivided attention as he looked at her and waited for her to express what was on her mind.

The question she asked slightly caught him off guard as she explained her reasoning for her question. Lucas would pause for a moment as he thought about how to answer her question. His reasoning for getting close to her was to find out what she knew about the McCallister's clients and friends. He didn't feel that was a proper answer to give the young lady while they shared a meal and talked about swimming. Then again, it wasn't that he didn't enjoy spending time with the woman. Sometimes they would engage in conversations that seemed meaningful and well thought out.

Lucas would slightly grin at the woman as he teased her playfully by saying, "Well, I guess it is because I am intrigued by the chase and the great sex that follows from catching my prey." A deep chuckle passed over his lips as he waved his hand to keep the woman from leaving or saying something out of anger. "Honestly, that is a silly question that deserved an equal answer." He slowly turned his stool towards the woman as he looked directly at the woman while turning her so that she could face him. "Of course, I approached you because I found you attractive."

Lucas slightly shrugged his shoulders, "And I found myself intrigued by your dismissive personality, so I perused you." He paused and looked the woman in the eyes. "But that is not what you are asking me, is it? Well, let me answer your question with one of my own. If not you, then who?" Lucas slowly wrapped his hands around the woman's thighs as he pulled her over into his lap. He held her body in a fashion that called for her to straddle his lap as he repositioned his hands. One hand would hold on to her waist as the other softly palmed her butt.

He leaned into the woman as he spoke softly into her ear as if he was telling her a secret. "So what if your job is to make others happy... do you not deserve to be happy yourself? Tell me, what makes you think that I am any better than you? In my job, I lie, cheat, and kill people out of certain necessities to make a profit for someone else." Lucas softly paused as he moved his hand from her butt and tucked some hair behind her ear. "I don't think we are so different that we should worry ourselves with questions as if the other could do better. Because when I look at you, I feel as if I found someone as lonely as I am, in a world that we truly do not belong."

Lucas would begin to kiss and suck on the woman's neck as he continued. "If I am wrong, then tell me I am, and I will stop right this moment, and we can go our separate ways."

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Ellie listen to him talk, feeling his hands on her, his body pressed against hers. He excited her, the way he felt against her skin, even over her dress. Telling her he found her attractive made her blush. She was aware. She wouldn't be doing what she was doing if she was not good-looking. But it was one thing for Sean or any of his ''friends'' to say that, it felt very different when Lucas said it.

His words made her feel better and yet confused her. She understood his world, and right now he felt like one of the few people who understood hers. They were different, while last night she was laughing at the tassels jokes of the new District Attorney, Lucas was most likely killing someone or something of the sort. Different but similar. Her family didn't know how she paid the bills, and they should never learn. She didn't have any close relationships with the other girls. She had befriended a girl once, only for her not to show ever again. When Ellie had asked Sean about the girl he had smiled, and that was all she needed to know.

But Lucas' words and actions were reaching to her, she was leaning into his kisses. She couldn't say if it was the persistence or something else but she liked him. And he was right, there were enough similarities between the two of them.

"No, you are not wrong." She pulled away a bit, just enough to keep her skin away from his lips. If he continued like that it would be hard for her to say no. She wanted him, and she definitely wasn't shy about spending the night with him, but Ellie felt if she did it now, the magic of the whole thing would go away, and in her mind, instead of someone interesting, he would turn into just someone she had to entertain.

"I do need to tell you something." She looked him in the eyes and hoped that won't ruin everything, but it was better he knew. "Sean asked me about our ''dates''. Nothing specific, just what were we doing. I know he is curious, and not about that." She touched his lips softly with hers. "I'm not telling him anything, at least not anything of importance, about today I will him you can cook a great steak, but you should know he is curious." Ellie realized that could ruin everything, but also, she'd rather have things out in the open now instead of everything falling apart months later when she would feel even more for him. "And if my employer is not the biggest mood killer in the world, I will take you on that swimsuit."

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The feeling of the woman's warmth pressed against his body was pure bliss as he gently licked his lips to savor the taste of her flesh. He allowed his eyes to move to hers as he listened to her break the news about Sean. The fact that he was looking into their dates would not come as a surprise to Lucas. He was expecting him to do so; it was one of the reasons that he chose to have their dinner date here instead of his penthouse, where he spent most of his nights. The surprise was that she told him that he was doing so.

Lucas allowed his head to tilt to the side as he slightly shook his head. "It's not a mood killer at all. That is the sexiest thing you've said to me all night." Lucas would return the woman's kiss with a bit more vigor than before as he allowed both of his hands to fall upon her bottom and lightly squeezed it. He slowly lifted the woman's small frame from his lap as he sat her up on the counter while moving to stand in between her legs. He slowly moved his hand to the small statue as he held it between them.

With one finger, he hushed the woman as he pulled the elephant apart to reveal the listening bug within it. "No worries, I've already disabled it, but I was curious about whether trusting you was a good idea or not." He slowly placed the elephant to the side as he moved his hand up to her cheek and placed a kiss on the woman's lips, making every kiss before that moment seem irrelevant and most likely uncomparable to anything else. It was deep, meaningful, unguarded, full of want, desire, lust, and passion, with a hint of naughtiness that said he would be a damned good lay.

When he finally broke the kiss from her lips, all he could do was stand there in her embrace. Unable to move forward for fear of destroying the pact that their relationship stood on. Unwilling to pull back because there was an uncontrollable need to be close. So there he remained, frozen in the warmth of her mercy as shallow breaths poured over his lips. His fingers slowly untangled from the fabric of her dress as he finally took a bit of control over himself. Lucas slowly lifted the woman from the counter and placed her down on her feet.

His fingers would lock with hers as he tilted his head to the side and gave a soft smile. "Yeah, how about we go find you that swimsuit." He would lead her out the side of the house as they followed a small stone path that headed to a small hut in the back of the home. Inside the fixture was an open space meant for changing with a few lockers to store their clothes and belonging. Lucas would step behind a counter and produce two swimsuits.

One would be a white crop top swimsuit with matching thong bottoms. The second one was a sexy all-black bikini set. Both swimsuits are one size fits all, though the black swimsuit would have less fabric than the standard style. Lucas would recommend the black, he wouldn't explain why to her, but the white one was a bit on the thin side and would become see-through when wet. They were sets leftover from the birthday party Gino had thrown him when he got to see his house. Gino was one of the few people Lucas wasn't as guarded with because he always knew where he stood with the man. Gino was out to make a profit like everyone else, but if he could make a few good friends along the way, then so be it. Gino was the type of person that valued connections over dollar signs. He was also the one who had informed him about Sean to begin with and helped him discover the bug inside of the elephant.

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Ellie changed in privacy in the black bikini, another thing that someone else in Lucas' shoes probably wouldn't have cared about. She wasn't shy. Taking her clothes in front of him wouldn't have hurt her modesty, but she truly appreciated that he was trying to allow her as much space as she needed. She almost had a heart attack when he showed her the bug in the elephant. If he had not immediately explained the situation, she probably would have dropped dead there on the counter. She liked him, which was why she had told him about Sean. She didn't want this thing to hang between them. If that had been a deal breaker... well so be it. But his reaction had been perfect. It had been silly of her telling him. If Sean were to find out, she probably would be dead. Ellie realized she had some value to the youngest McCallister, she had a brain, which allowed her to get close to some of her customers in a way that other girls couldn't, but something like that would be a death sentence.

In the mirror, she looked at herself and let her hair loose, red strands falling over her shoulders. The swimsuit was probably more revealing than she expected, outlining her shape but leaving at least something for the imagination. She took a breath and walked out again, somehow feeling very vulnerable, wondering what he would think of the way she looked. Ellie had never wondered about that with other men, even old boyfriends. She had healthy self-esteem, and in reality, she wouldn't be doing what she was doing if she was not attractive. Sean wasn't really in the charity business. She slowly walked into the water, surprised at how nice it felt against her skin, and walked to Lucas, placing a kiss on his lips. She liked kissing him, another thing that just felt different about him.

"Tell me something..." she placed a hand on his chest, feeling the hardness under her fingers. "How does a nice guy like you end up doing what you do? The image I had of you based on what people say is very different than that..." Ellie had determined that, for the most part, there were three different types of people who got themselves in this life---for the McCallisters that was the family business. They were born into it and were going to die in it. Some guys were just lazy, and that seemed easier than the usual nine-to-five, and then there was the middle ground, guys that got themselves in trouble young and then life just dragged them in the lifestyle. She couldn't determine where the man in front of her fell. He wasn't lazy for sure. He wouldn't be where he was if that was the case. She didn't think that was a family thing considering he wasn't working with any families. From what she could tell, he was on his own, but the image of the man who kissed her passionately and made her feel somewhat safe didn't fit the image people had described.

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Lucas took a moment to gather a swimsuit for himself as he quickly slipped it on before heading out to the pool to wait for Ellie. While he sat there waiting, he would allow his feet to soak into the warm water as he turned his attention to the sky. His eyes softly danced over the stars as Lucas wondered if living a life like this would be so bad. Not everything he has done in the past five years was above approach. If someone was keeping score, he has committed just as many crimes as the people he was chasing.

Even worst, his level of cruelty seemed monstrous nowadays. The only difference was that he had a badge and got to say that it was all in the name of justice. He was sure that when the day came for all of this to end, there was no way that he would be able to go back to living a simple life. He was too deep in the darkness, and standing in the light scared him. His sanity had departed him a lifetime ago when a criminal killed his partner in front of him, and his superior officers did nothing because they didn't want to risk the case.

That is when Lucas realized that James Baker was nothing more than a disposable tool of the bureaucracy. His life was something they could throw away when he lost his usefulness. It was probably the reason they were so lax with handling him. He didn't have an official chain of command. Whenever someone wanted to speak with him, he would receive an odd payment in one of his frequently used accounts. The number was always unique, and they never repeated the amount or used the same account. For instance, the last deposit he had gotten was twenty-two thousand one hundred and sixty-one dollars.

Lucas's mind would be drawn from his thoughts as he allowed his gaze to shift towards the sound of a door closing. A light smile formed over his lips as he drank in the beauty that poured from the woman's body as she stepped into the water and made her way toward him. Lucas slowly slid into the water as he allowed his hands to find the warmth of her body. He returned her kiss while allowing his fingers to glass over her butt and waist while taking a moment to whisper out the words, "My words couldn't begin to describe how good you look wearing that."

Lucas gave Ellie a light spin before allowing her body to rest against his as he pulled her into his lap as he found a step to sit on. His hands would rest against her waist and thighs as he looked into the woman's eyes. Ellie would then hit him with another question that caught him off guard. It had been so long since someone asked him about how he ended up in this life that he had almost forgotten himself. Lucas would take a moment as he playfully shrugged his shoulder before finally answering the woman's question.

"Honestly, I don't think I am a good person. I am, if not more, the monster people tell that I am." A slight pause found the man as he tilted his head to the side. "When it comes to money, I can be very ruthless. I don't deal with people who can't afford it, and I expect people to hold up their end of the bargain. To keep people honest and everyone above par when dealing with me, I've done things to people that would make even the devil blush." Lucas softly shrugged the thought off without a care in the world as he continued. "I don't focus my life around money either. So when I am not working, I like to be around people who make me feel good, and in return, I hope to make them feel the same way."

He softly palmed her ass as he gave her butt a light squeeze while kissing her deeply. Once they broke the kiss, he would pull back a bit as he smiled softly while moving his hand from her butt to push some hair from her face. His hand would then settle on her thigh. He thought about what to tell her for the second part of her question. "Honestly, I am not ready to tell you how I ended up here. And I am sure you would like to keep your reasoning to yourself about how you ended up working for the McCallisters or why you haven't left them behind yet."

Lucas softly shrugged as he gave her a soft smile. "I will assure you that it is a good reason, and it has nothing to do with my wealthy family or that I was bored." He slowly pushed the woman from his lap as he followed closely behind her in a fashion that allowed him to remain close. "When the time comes, and I am ready to open up. I promise you will be the first to know, but tonight stay by my side, and let us enjoy each other company." Look in his eyes, paired with his words, told the woman that he wanted her to stay the night with him.


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Matthew Kingston was just one man aboard a vessel trying to make some money. Well, he already had a fair bit of money to his name. There was lots of work to be done and he did it all himself. He would call himself a genius but that was overdoing it. Really he just knew his way around salvage, exploration, and saying the right thing to the right person. Luck was involved too but he counted a number of successes from his quick hand when it came to pulling the trigger to protect himself. Now here he was sitting in the command chair looking over the wreckage of a ship. It was some kind of cargo ship or maybe a smuggling vessel like his own. No defining markers since it was basically scrapped as it stood. There was an active distress beacon though so someone was probably alive here. A reward for saving a survivor would probably be good. Decent PR as a hero and whatever cash they could offer. Or other services.

Matthew smirked to himself as he adjusted the jacket he had on. He was dressed in fine clothes but not so fine that he'd be pissed if they were torn up. He had only a few cybernetic enhancements, mainly to enhance his senses so he could do his job that much better, so he looked like a normal human. Well, a normal guy who was in peak shape. His body was built for agility and mobility rather than raw strength. Standing at 6'3'' he cut a good image, or so he thought, with emerald eyes and short dirty blonde hair. He had one leg crossed over the other as he piloted his ship closer.

"Hey, anyone alive out there," he sent over the emergency comm frequency.

This place was way out of the way. There wouldn't be other people coming this way. Whoever this was they were lucky there were a few old places of interest around here or even he wouldn't have found them. They'd have been here for days or weeks before someone came across them. At best. He was sure he could get a good deal of good will out of them for that. Well, he'd get a good look at them when they replied and opened video comms. When they did they would be treated to him sitting in his chair rather casually with a little smile on his face.

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There was a long pause of static as Matthew finished sending the message, the agonizing period waiting to find out if there was anyone on the other side of the line. If whoever had set the beacon had died any one of a thousand ways. A breach as they ejected from their battered ship. A stray bit of debris punching a hole in the survival pod. A poorly maintained air filter never meant to be used failing at a critical moment. Simple time.

It took Hannah awhile to get to the comm unit. She was weak. It took her a few moments to even realize she was hearing something real, instead of patterns in the static a starving, exhausted brain told her were voices. She pressed the switch, praying it worked. Her voice came over his comm, laced with static and choppy. It was real. And what was more... he recognized it.

"Y... yes... I'm here! This is Hannah Avram... I was the captain... Emerald Duchess... rogue comet cloud... help... please..." Hannah Avram---she had come up through the Merchant Flight Academy with him, a few years below his grade. A capable pilot, and an occasional competitor of his, who had bested him for a few contracts, and been bested in turn... and an attractive woman at that.

It seemed she had fallen prey to the event all spacers feared. One of the myriad random, unpredictable events that could leave one dead without warning. Or drifting alone in a cloud of wreckage, waiting with diminishing hope for rescue.

[User]
Static was all he heard for a while. Had there been no survivors? Perhaps killed after the fact? It didn't matter. If they were gone then he would be able to take the ship for scrap and that would be something. A little extra for his effort. At least that was the thought before the comms kicked in and after a few more moments a voice came over it. It was a weak voice but it was unmistakable. Hannah seemed to be in quite the hard spot. She'd been a few years his junior back in flight school. Back when he was just a merchant before he crossed into the smuggling business and worked with more underhanded folks who paid a fair bit more. He smirked to himself.

"Well well," Matthew sent back over the comms "good to hear from you Hannah. It's been a while." He leaned back and mulled his options over. "Seems like your ship has seen better days," he said, "You need a ride back to civilization?"

[Assistant]
There was a pause in her response at his casual tone---probably her trying to figure out who was talking to her. Obviously they knew her, but it took her awhile to come up with a name. Not likely because she had forgotten about him---indeed, she had nursed a small crush on him at the Academy---but more likely simply that escape pods weren't known for their high fidelity speaker systems, so she had to pull the sound of his voice apart from the static of the comm system.

"Matthew!? Oh thank god... yes please. I'm turning the Nav Beacon on now." The signal he had picked up was a long-range, low-powered signal---one meant to be able to be noticed and picked up, while not draining too much power for a potentially long stay in the little pod. The Nav Beacon she was turning on now on the other hand was a much stronger signal, lighting up the sensor board on his ship. It would let him navigate with the level of precision to get him close to the pod, without slamming into it, leaving his would-be rescuee as a smear on the side of his vessel. But it also used up far more power. Implicitly, she was putting her faith in being rescued now, burning through her life support to help him find her. If he didn't, her lifespan was now measured in hours.

[User]
When Matthew spoke he waited to hear what she was saying. It took some time for her to reply. She certainly sounded like she was in a rough spot. This was working out to really go in his favor. There were plenty of things running through his head at this point. She turned on the Nav Beacon and he flew towards it leisurely. Now was the part where he got to have some real fun with all of this.

"Alright Hannah," he said, "I can pick you up but I'm gonna need something in return. This is taking me off mission you know and I won't just go from here to my task. My employer might be a little pissed about the detour. Got anything to smooth that over for me?"

His ship would probably be visible to her in the pod as he slowly made his way closer though he was still a decent bit away.

[Assistant]
"I know---and I won't object to you dropping off your cargo first and sort of... working your way toward a reasonable port somewhere. This is a favor, a big one, and I'm not going to make it cost more than it has to for you." Hannah peeked out the window, watching him approach.

"I'd offer you my cargo but I suspect it's hosed. Parts of the ship are still salvageable though. The drive bottle was intact when I bailed out, and given I haven't been vaporized, it should still be fine. It got put in last year---it'll still command a premium. There's enough there to make this worth your while." She was telling the truth there---but the fact that she was willing to transfer salvage rights to him---technically she still owned the cloud of wreckage---meant she had another plan for getting back on her feet. Probably an insurance policy or the like.

[User]
"Right, that's not good enough," Matthew said tapping his cheek "your ship is shot. It's only worth scrap and maybe some extra materials. I'd get that anyways if I just left you here. Not exactly giving me much to work with here Hannah. I don't want to leave you but I can't exactly live off good will in this world."

He sighed. "Look, you've got to have something to offer me," he said "something of great value."

Matthew trailed off as he mulled over exactly what he wanted from her in the first place. There were a lot of options on the table in his mind but it was a matter of getting her to agree to any of them. He tilted his head as he approached and stayed silent to hear what she was going to offer.

[Assistant]
A slight undertone of annoyance in her voice could be heard from Hannah, as Matthew toyed with actually leaving her, like this wasn't life or death.

"I thought we were friends Matthew... and besides, the Shipping Charter states that you have..." she cut herself off with a sigh. While the law might require he engage in "all reasonable activities to rescue a crew in distress", she and he both knew there were a thousand ways to get around that. Claiming you didn't have enough reaction mass, or that your sensors indicated whatever had killed her ship might still be there. And that was if he got caught in the first place---it was possible no one had heard her signal but him, and if he moved on, her death would be just a shameful secret in the back of his mind and a brief entry in his comm logs that no one would ever audit.

"Fine. Look... I've got an insurance policy. Leave me 25% to get me back on my feet but... the rest of it's yours, alright? It's near the replacement value for a ship like mine... it's a good score. And you know I'll carry my own weight. There's stuff every Captain doesn't like doing on his ship. So let me do those things. You can take an extra shift sleeping, or watching vids or whatever, and I'll deal with checking the coolant lines or whatever else it is."

[User]
She sounded annoyed but that didn't bother Matthew even a little bit. He'd heard a lot of things in his lines of work. Someone a little bothered about being stuck in an escape pod was nothing new to him. She said that she thought they were friends. Matthew actually fought the urge to laugh at that one. Friends? They'd talked some sure but they were not friends. Not really. He was in a position to get rewards and he would be stupid not to get it.

"Insurance policy," he said "that's pretty good. Almost enough." Matthew leaned back in his chair.

"How about this," he continued, "I'll make you an offer. You come on my ship, you give me that money, you're mine. Always thought you'd make a cute, what's the word I'm looking for..."

He trailed off and noticed the collar he'd gotten from that job he'd pulled a few systems away. He smirked. "Pet, you'd make a good pet. You agree to be my pet and I'll get you out of there."

[Assistant]
If Hannah had known how quickly Matthew dismissed the notion they were friends, she would have been rather hurt---though of course, what followed shortly after that would have made that hurt pale in comparison. She braced herself as he mused about the insurance policy, but the shock of what came next broke her composure.

"What!?" He could hear anger in her voice, and humiliation, but also fear. Because she knew she was in no position to negotiate. "Matthew... Matthew please. The money... it's enough to make this worth your while. Please..." Her voice wavered a bit. "Please don't do this. You know me. You know I don't deserve... that..."

There was silence on the other end of the comm system, and she looked out the small portal at the ship hovering tantalizingly nearby. It's maneuvering thrusters still for the moment---close, but not closing. He wasn't kidding. It wasn't a bad joke. "Please... I'm begging you..." More silence. "F... for how long?"

[User]
He spoke and she replied. Anger colored her voice and he can't say he blamed her. If that was the offer given to him he'd be pissed. Luckily for him he wasn't in her position. There was nothing here that could spin this around on him short of another ship coming by and making him do the right thing. But this place was out of the way and the odds were not in her favor at all. She asked him how long this would last so he decided to give her all the information she'd need. "I don't really need the money," Matthew said, "and I could collect it without you if I needed to. I know the right people."

He sighed. "And what you deserve isn't really my business. You could deserve any number of things. I don't care really."

He let the silence hang for a minute. "Who said there was a time limit? You'll live a nice long life on my ship. Or you could decide you don't want that and I could just fly off and leave you here. Whichever you prefer."

[Assistant]
Hannah's comm link was still active when he said there wasn't a time limit to his condition, and even mentioned a ''nice, long life''---which let him hear the sob she let out. She was silent for a few moments after he made his final offer, and when she turned it back on, there was hurt in her voice. Humiliation. Tears.

"Matthew... Matthew please don't do this. Please..." She cut off again as her voice cracked into another fit of frightened sobs.

It was a good five minutes of breathing diminishing air before the comm clicked back on. "A... alright. I... I don't want to die like this. Come... come pick me up."

[User]
She might remain silent but his voice was firm. There was no waivering here. She sobbed some and begged him to rethink things. Matthew just waited and listened. She would see reason or she'd have made her choice. Really it was that simple. He waited for a few minutes more during which time he grabbed the collar and fiddled with the settings. There were plenty of things it could do. Little things really but he would make the most of them. He synced it with his personal suit and identification. He'd never bothered to before but now he was possibly going to have a pet so he waited a moment.

"No, say the words specifically and I'll pick you up." He smirked as he waited just long enough for her to specifically say she agreed to be his pet, which he recorded for posterity, before going and picking up her escape pod so that she could come out of it and into his ship.

[Assistant]
Hannah let out another sob. "Why are you doing this?" He could practically hear her tears. "Fine. I'll... I'll be your pet. I'm yours. I'll sign anything you want me to sign. Please... just... just come get me."

She glanced at the airlock. There was a way to end this faster. Die... with whatever dignity she had left. It would be fast. Not a long, lingering life as his... pet. Her hand trembled as she idly touched the release handle, but in the end she withdrew. She didn't want to die. Maybe he'd see reason. Maybe this bout of cruelty would fade. Maybe...

Forcing back another wave of tears, she sunk back against a bulkhead and waited.

[User]
She sobbed more but she'd eventually realize she made the right choice. She agreed though and he had it recorded. Lining it up his ship connected and the airlock opened so she could come through. He waited for her to come through but she seemed a little out of sorts. Or just wanted to make him work some. He sighed and got up heading to the airlock with the collar in his pocket. He opened up the airlock on his end so she could step through since she seemed to want to just wait there.

"Come on," Matthew said, "get aboard Hannah."

[Assistant]
He would open the airlock to find her against the wall, her eyes streaked with tears, knees pulled up to her chest. Scared. Humiliated---though she still did not grasp the extent of how far that feeling could stretch.

"You... you really want this... you're... you're going to do this to me. We know each other..." Hannah was trembling, and it visibly took effort for her to force herself up and step toward his ship.

[User]
Hannah looked about as out of it as he had expected. When Matthew opened the airlock she looked at him with... worry perhaps. He shook his head when she spoke.

"Yes," he said simply, "after all, you are a beautiful woman. The fact that you know me only makes it that much better honestly." He helped her out of her pod, if she took his hand of course, before closing it off and shooting it away once she was off and fully onboard his ship. He smirked as he pulled out the collar.

"You'll need to put this on." The collar itself was a rather common design that, when placed around the neck, would glow lightly and note her name as well as Matthew's so that she was known to be his.

[Assistant]
Hannah almost glared at him. Almost. "I... you could... you don't have to do this. If... if I sleep with you..." She looked desperate, and in truth, she knew she was trapped. It was a final plea, a last desperate bid with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Better? How..." She took the collar, her hands shaking, looking up at him pleadingly. "Matthew... please... please don't do this..."

[User]
Matthew looked at her with confusion before sighing. That confusion gave way to a level expression. "Look, you agreed to be my pet. You did that. You." He watched her take the collar.

"It's too far to back out now. I have it recorded. You made your decision and you need to accept that Hannah. No second guessing." Honestly, it was better that she knew him because he wouldn't need to explain any background or who he was. He could just expect her to know things and he would probably be right. It would make it easier to utilize her skills.

"If it's any consolation," he said, "you'll be my co-pilot too." He shrugged.

[Assistant]
"You forced me!" A flash of anger, along with the pain. "Don't pretend..." She forced her anger down, knowing it wouldn't do her any good. She gave him a wry glance at his mention of being a co-pilot. "Not much."

Closing her eyes, she brought the collar up to her neck, the clasp clicking closed, the lock realistically only separable with either his activation, or a strong enough laser that she'd likely die in the attempt.

[User]
"Uh huh, sure I did." Matthew's smirk said a lot more than anything else he could possibly say. She gave him a wry glance and seemed no less irritated by his offer. Either way he smiled at her.

"Glad to have you aboard," he said before pointing to a room "go ahead and take a shower why don't you. Then head to the bridge."

With that he simply walked away and headed to the bridge. She had been in that pod crying and who knew what else. Cleaning herself up might give her a little time to think and be grateful to him even.

[Assistant]
Hannah glared at him a bit, his smirk reawakening her anger, though once more she forced it back down. He did technically have her on record, and she was on his ship. If he felt like it... there were worse things than being his pet. One of them, of course, being shoved back out the airlock she had just come through.

"Fine." Hannah spent a good thirty minutes in the shower---the first fifteen of them forcing down a panic attack, choking down pained sobs as the water ran over her, before, finally exhausted, she scrubbed herself clean. Stepping out of the shower, she looked down at her flight suit. She had been in it for the better part of two days, and well... she doubted that would ingratiate her to her new... owner. Rifling through the room's containers, she found a pair of cheap, one-sized-sort-of-fits-maybe pants and a shirt, the kind that were easy to dispose of and good for jobs where you were expecting to get something on you---something that wouldn't work with the onboard ship recycling systems. Pulling them on, she headed to the bridge, knocking on the bulkhead frame.

"Matthew? I... thank you for rescuing me." She figured she might at least start out on the right foot. Maybe he'd... go easier on her.

[User]
She could glare all she wanted. As far as he was concerned he was in control now. She was on the record, on his ship, and indebted to him. It was as simple as that. He waited until she told him it was fine, just long enough, and then left her to do what he said. Hannah could take as long in the shower as she wanted. He lounged on the bridge as the ship followed the course he'd originally set to get him to a station where he was going to be expected to pick up some merchandise and fly it over to another system. An easy mission. Sure, he had some more pressing missions like what he'd told her but if she was here then he wasn't going to jump right into the higher risk stuff. That'd be stupid in his opinion.

When she finally came into the room he turned to look at her. She was dressed in clothes that were mediocre looking on her at best. He tilted his head to the side and sighed. She thanked him for rescuing her while he looked on.

"You're wearing far too much," Matthew said with a wave of his hand, "Do you mind losing some of those clothes for me?"

[Assistant]
Hannah knew she was trapped---there were the practical issues of literally being on his ship with nothing to her name and the very likely prospect of him being able to toss her out the airlock---but also he had her recorded agreeing to his conditions. In most places, even those where slavery was outlawed, that would mean she couldn't even report him to the police if she wanted to. As property, she didn't have any standing to do so, any more than his wardrobe did.

"Matthew, please..." She looked at him pleadingly, biting her lip. "Everything else is dirty I've... I've got nothing else to wear."

[User] "And what's your point?" It was rather simple. He didn't give a damn whether she had anything else to change into. The point was he wanted her out of her clothes. There was nothing else to say about it. He looked at her and raised his eyebrow as if to ask if she was really going to dare to defy him so soon. After all, she'd just agreed to give herself to him as a pet. Wouldn't set a good precedent for her to be defiant so quickly.

[Assistant]
Hannah looked at him for a long moment in response to his question, his desire obvious. The look in her eye wasn't anger---there was pain there, but more than that, there was a sort of disappointment. In herself? In him?

Regardless, she did as she was told, though she could hardly have been accused of being enthusiastic about it. Soon enough however, the pants and shirt, ill-fitting as they were, were gone, and she was standing in front of him in just her underwear, giving him a hesitant expression---not wanting to offer to keep going, but clearly braced for that being the instruction.

[User]
Her look didn't concern Matthew much. Whatever she had thought of him wasn't his problem. He wasn't in the business of caring what people thought of him beyond work. He tilted his head as the pants and shirt hit the floor. She was still wearing clothes. He sighed. Perhaps it would be easier on her if he made the point a choice.

"Still too much," he said with a shake of his hand "either lose the top or lose the bottoms. And don't complain or you'll lose them both." He leveled a gaze at her as if asking her to be defiant.

[Assistant]
Hannah wanted to complain, but knew, based on his tone and the approach he had taken with her so far, that he would follow through on his threat. Technically, he was legally in his rights to toss her out of an airlock if he wanted to, though that would immensely complicate collecting her insurance payout. She didn't think he'd go that far but... in fairness, she hadn't thought he would go this far either.

Reluctantly, but obediently, she reached behind her back and undid her bra, adding the garment to the pile, unable to meet his gaze.

[User]
She could give him the look all she wanted but it wasn't going to change his mind. He just looked forward as he waited for her to do what he wanted. Eventually she would do it and she did. He glanced in her direction and saw her breasts fall free causing him to smile.

"Good, now come sit over here," Matthew said patting the arm of his chair, "let me get a better look at you."

[Assistant] Mustering all the dignity she could manage, Hannah stepped forward, resisting the temptation to put her hands over her breasts, knowing he would just insist on her putting her hands back down. She was strikingly attractive, her body toned, her breasts perky and rounded, though there was still a fair amount of pain in her eyes as she sat, perching on the edge of the chair that dominated the bridge of his ship.

[User]
She looked unhappy, which Matthew expected, but that was entirely fine by him. She moved to sit down beside him. He turned to look at her fully as her perky breasts were at near eye level. The toned figure she sported was exciting in and of itself. He smirked and reached out to cup her breast in one hand.

"Hmmm, yes, quite appealing," he said "I think you should sit in my lap."