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Nasim was Ramona's predecessor. He hadn't met his own, and after seeing this world, he wasn't sure he wanted to. Once he got here and was nearly raped by almost every conceivable thing---even a bush came at him once!---Nasim decided to hunker down and keep to himself. To be fair he had slain his fair share of imps and goblins, even a bee woman or two seeking to abuse him, but they rarely came by his camp. He avoided them, and they avoided him. And he liked it that way.

So when a human looking figure was marching around over his hills, Nasim automatically became wary. He snatched up his spear and squatted down in a pile of rocks to observe. Where were they headed? Who were they? What did they want? And most importantly: were they a danger? "No, not a bee girl or it'd be flying... too tall to be an imp or goblin. Could just be a lost morph of some kind, or worse a succubus or incubus." Nasim shuddered at thinking about finding one of those. From the few non-sex-fiend people he'd talked to---namely Giacamo the merchant---they tended to get what they wanted, and keep it. So then, the question was "Who is this mystery being.."

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Ramona had been walking for nearly an hour, and still had not found anything. She found several strange tracks in the plains, but no beast had offered her any challenge... yet. Not every beast would leave tracks, though, and she was worried some of them would be in the air, and that she might not notice them until they were already upon her. She kept a hand on the hilt of her greatsword, which was slung across her back, her ears searching for any sound that was out of place, but all she could hear was the buzz of cicadas and mosquitoes and other pests.

The land was beginning to get a bit rougher; hills were beginning to form, and spats of trees would eventually lead into forests. It was atop one of those hills that she saw some sort of haze, distorting the air. It looked vaguely to her like a fire; she was lucky to have seen it, for it must have been very low and well kept. Ramona was wondering who was on that hilltop when she felt her legs pulled out from underneath her. "Eeeahhh!" The champion screamed as she fell flat on her face. Her assailant jumped on Ramona's back, and began beating savagely on her head. Whoever it was, they did not possess a great deal of weight and strength, but they made up for it with their savageness. Ramona was beginning to see stars, and in her desperation she rolled on her side, tossing the attacker with the sudden, strong motion.

Dizzily finding her feet, Ramona was face to face with a female goblin. Her large breasts were held by a simple array of leather straps, leaving little to the imagination; same with her pubic area, clad in a similar leather thong, equipped with... a giant, rubber dong. "Good gods, why does every creature, male and female, have such large tools?!" She unsheathed her sword, and swung it a couple times menacingly, but the goblin was undaunted. "Honey, I can move faster than that big clumsy sword of yours, and if I get you on the ground again..." She jacked up and down her rubber cock, grinning like a fool. "No lube!"

Ramona was disgusted by the prospect, and wanted to see this goblin quickly slain. She charged at the creature, swinging her sword in a sideways cleave. She thought she had triumphed, because the goblin had taken too long to move, but her swing met with no resistance! She was trained well enough to halt her swing without losing her balance with her momentum, but her balance was stripped anyways by two small hands on her ankles. Ramona was once again face down in the dirt, seeing white spots. She felt those small hands grabbing at her skirt, and Ramona shrieked. "Help me, someone!"

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Nasim leapt up from his camp and ran towards the fight, spear held rigidly in his arm. His movements were swift and fluid, easily moving up the slope and avoiding every pit fall that he came across. Judging by the toy wielded by the goblin, it could only be one person. Quickly cresting the hill he spun and landed a hit on the back of the creature with the haft of his spear, sending her and her dong flying. The little person rolled and landed on her bum, the dong bouncing to land beside her. She rubbed her head. "Ow!"

"Go away Tamani and leave the poor girl alone." Nasim pointed the spear at her threateningly. He knew if she really wanted to Tamani could easily take them both. "Oh c'mon big boy, don't you just wanna have some fun with me? Maybe then I'll let her go." He shook his head slowly. "Away." She screwed up her face and pouted before picking up her toy and stomping off. She turned and called back to the pair. "Cya later hot stuff. And honey, better hope your boyfriend is around next time I see you." Her little green form disappeared over a hill.

Sighing Nasim planted and leaned on his spear, turning his head to the woman. She was dressed interestingly. Then it caught him. "Hey, wait a minute, you aren't from Ingnam are you?"

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Ramona was startled by the sudden appearance of a man, who she judged to have come from the same hill with the low burning fire. He nicked the goblin, who he called Tamani, with his spear, sending her skittering away with a small wound on her shoulder. The champion quickly retook her blade and held it up in defense, even as the goblin slowly backed away. She called out to them, leaving Ramona with one last threat before she turned tail and hiked away from them, moving faster than Ramona ever thought she could.

She resheathed her sword, and checked the scrapes on her knees and forearms before dismissing the small bloody patches, turning to the man who had saved her. He was a human; that was odd. Could he have been a champion before her? There was usually an even mixture of men and women who entered the demon realm, and she had never known any of her predecessors. Or maybe he was a demon? She gripped tightly at her sword, wary of him, until he asked a question that lowered her defenses.

"Ingnam? You're aware of the place? So I assume... you were a champion, once?" She looked him up and down, studying his features. He looked mostly human...

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Sighing mentally as she lowered her weapon he nodded and smiled. "I still am as far I'm concerned. And yes, I'm more than just aware of Ingnam, I grew up on its outskirts tending a farm. Once my family got killed by bandits, I volunteered to be the champion about.." Pausing Nasim had to think about the passage of time. Could it be different here? "About a year ago I think. I'm not sure how long it's been though, and Im not sure if time passes the same way here. This place is so strange. In any case, come, lets get you fixed up." Hefting his weapon Nasim lead the girl off.

Nasim spoke with her once they got back into his camp, rummaging about the piles of things he had for bandages. "My name is Nasim, and you are?"

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Ramona followed the former champion to his camp, straightening out her skirt as she climbed the hill, ashamedly a bit shaken by the unnatural speed and the foul intentions of that goblin---Tamani, he had called her. He lead her between the rough fortifications he had set up, enough to make the hill defensible. The site was clean, with a fire pit dug into the earth, burning cleanly, producing little smoke at all. It instantly felt very comfortable and familiar, and she wanted to sit down in the grass and relax for a moment.

He told her his name, as he produced some bandages for her. "My name is Ramona, and though I also come from Ingnam, I walked a different path than you. My father had always put it in my head since I was young that I would someday be the Champion of Ingnam, and he had taken time to train me with a sword, to teach me survival skills." She motioned around the camp, nodding. "You have an enviable position, here. Would it..." She slowed, thinking as she wrapped bandages around her scraped knees and elbows. She was fiercely independent, and hated asking for anything. "Would it bother you if I took camp with you, here? Perhaps we could work together, work as a team." She had seen that he was very quick, very good with his spear. She was no slouch with her greatsword, either; Together, the whole would be even greater than the individual parts.

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Nasim nodded at her story, leaning against a pile of rocks while listening. When she paused, he raised an eyebrow at her. "Live here eh?" He put a hand to his chin for a moment, stroking it in thought. It would be nice to have someone to keep him company, and to help him defend and split the work. He nodded again, smiling at her and held out a hand to help her up and seal the deal. "Sure, you can camp here with me. I don't mind."

When she was standing he made a sweeping motion to the encircled area. "I know its large for one person but it helps keep people away. You can sleep wherever. I sleep there." He pointed to a small bed roll surrounded by a few rocks that also had a sheet as a wind guard held down by the rocks and supported by sticks. Moving over to the front of his spot he dropped down onto a log, looking at her with a look telling her she could sit where she wants. "So, you must have just got here or just wandered out of the wastes. How much do you know about this place?"

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Ramona sat down on the log beside him, realizing that she had been on her feet all day, even before she had crossed through the portal. It felt good to relax for a moment, even though her mind was still racing.

"Honestly," she began, digging the heel of her boots in the dirt, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I don't know anything about this land. I don't know what it's called, I don't know what sorts of beasts live here. All I know is that some of them come to Ingnam and wreak havoc, and that I'm here to stop them, whether that means somehow closing that portal, or... maybe just killing enough of them that it keeps them from crossing over for a while. I don't know," she admitted to Nasim. "What have you learned about this place? What are we as champions supposed to do?"

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Nasim shrugged at her last question, turning to look at her. "Beats me. I figure we just come here and kill demons but there are so many of them it would take an army! Beyond that nearly all of them are sex crazed. It's such a weird realm... and I believe its called Mareth. Don't quote me on that, I've only heard it mentioned in passing once from the merchant Giacamo. He's just a traveling peddler."

"The land however is... odd. I've found a few regions all border the Wastes: where you just came out of. We're on the border of a forest, and there is a desert on the far side of the wastes. Next to that is Mountain range. Deeper into the forest there is a lake, as well as the Deepwoods. I stay out of there: I can smell the corruption seeping out of that place. There are also some fields hunkered down south of this place between these hills and the Wastes, and it quite hot out there. I hear odd laughing down there sometimes, so I don't go there much."

"From what I've seen as well, there are a lot of old ruins around. And I mean OLD. Ancient stone pillars and such. Giacamo says there was a village around here once... but I've never found it. I guess thats all I can think of off the top---" He paused and looked at her very seriously for a moment. "You must be careful about what you eat here. It's taken me a long time to find proper things, but you must be careful. The food here is... tainted. Some things at least. Just, Ill show you when we head out sometime." He turned back and shook his head. "Sorry, I don't mean to scare you, but its important."

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"Mareth..." Ramona repeated, trying out the foreign word. It sounded nice... sounded very unlike a realm crawling with demons or... sex crazed demons. The thought scared her a bit, but a more primitive, more physical part of her mind perked up at the thought. Despite being a virgin, Ramona was still at least a human.

When Nasim warned to be careful of the food that she found or foraged, that made her look curiously to him. "Tainted?" She asked, not sure what he meant. "I'll trust you to show me what's safe and what's not, as long as I'm welcome to be a bit of a nuisance," she said, grinning. She stood up off of the log, feeling a bit refreshed and eager to set out, as the day was still fairly young. "Let's set out; where, would you say, you've explored the least?" She wanted to get a feel of the land, to kill something. Nasim's camp was well maintained, meaning he had spent much time keeping it this nice... meaning he might have been shirking some of his duties as champion of Ingnam. She wouldn't say it to his face, because she was grateful for his help, but she wanted to get things done, now, instead of sitting around.

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Nasim stood with her, mouth open to argue "The least explored places? Are you mad? There are things out there that..." He let out a sigh. "Sorry. No, if we're going to go out right now I'll take you into the forest. It's safe enough if some of the beasts don't wander out of the deepwoods." He hefted his spear up, twirling it idly in his hand. "Well, if we're gonna be off lets head out then." He turned and walked between the barricades down a path into the forest not far from his camp.

The path was worn in a little, showing this was a usual route for him. He still watched the woods in any case, knowing that things could jump out at any time. "The forest is generally the safest area. Imps, goblins, the occasional bee-woman and tentacle beast. Most can be avoided, so its safe enough. Good place to cut your teeth."

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Nasim was cautious, and rebuffed her desire to trek out into the wildest, most dangerous places of Mareth. Ramona couldn't help but feel confident in herself; she had been trained as a warrior from a young age, and coupled with another champion, who was perhaps even more skilled than her, she thought they could take on any shambling beast---or perverted goblin---that came their way. "Very well, then. The forest. I will trust your judgment." He did, perhaps know best, so Ramona went along with him, following a slightly beaten path that lead into the heart of the woods.

Imps, goblins, bee-women and tentacle beasts. Ramona had been confronted by two of those already and was alive and unharmed so far, but she kept a hand on the hilt of her sword, anxious to face something that would test her skill. She kept reminding herself to not underestimate the enemy; if it wasn't for Nasim being there, Ramona would have been violated by that goblin with the dildo, and then who knows what would happened.

They walked for some time; Ramona knew it was the late afternoon now, and it was getting very warm and sticky. She shrugged underneath her heavy armor, wishing she had the luxury of stripping herself down to her undergarments, but it wasn't safe. She didn't even know if it was safe to do so in the comfort of their camp. A sweet scent was wafting through the forest, making her feel sleepy, and even warmer than usual. She was watching Nasim as he walked in front of her, admiring the way he carried himself, admiring...

Something snapped in the woods around them, very close. Ramona spun on her heel, trying to find whoever had made the sound. "What was that?" Ramona asked, her nervous system pumping adrenaline into her blood, making her shrug off that sluggishness that she had felt a moment ago.

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Shivering a little bit as they passed the corrupted glade, trying to ignore the feelings that welled up in him. Nasim knew it was there, and avoided it the best he could without going out of his way. It had been quite the shock stumbling into it the first time, and running out while aroused wasn't very easy. Idly he wondered how Ramona was reacting, and looked over his shoulder to check. She seemed fine.

When he heard the noise, he check two places. First, the ground around them. His second guess was correct: a smaller imp than the one she encountered dropped down from the branches of a nearby tree, clearly already aroused with the bulge under his loincloth. He chuckled and giggled and hopped around like a scamp, obviously thinking he was in the superior zone here. "Bugger off you." Nasim said. With a smirk he raised his hand and spoke in a funny language and Nasim, causing his knees to wobble a little as he became more aroused. _Damn imps with their spells..._ He thought.


[User] Styx waited for Jaxien to tell him what he wanted him to do, his guy twisting at all the things it could be. He squeezed his hand tighter, his hands trembling slightly. He wasn't surprised when he heard his request, but it still broke his heart. He closed his eyes as he felt them brim with tears, licking his lips. He bright Jaxien's hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it gently and holding it there for a few moments. "I won't let you suffer... I'd never do that to you," he whispered against the back of his hand, swallowing the lump in the back of his throat. He sniffled a little and tried to calms himself down, on the verge of bursting out into sobs. But he held it back. He didn't want to look pathetic. He cleared his throat and opened his eyes, looking down at Jaxien. He have a weak, sad smile as best he could. "I won't let you die alone, either," he said softly, stroking the back of Jaxien's hand softly.

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Relief flooded through Jaxien, he hadn't enjoyed the idea of this causing strife between them. He let his eyes slip closed for a moment, before opening them once more, staring up at the other. "You should go find the doctor, see if we can get out of here." He was getting hungry, too, and thirsty. The moment he thought of thirst, his mouth felt dry. "A drink would be nice, too..."

He shifted a little, despite the hunger, the thirst, and remaining exhaustion he was starting to feel better. He hoped the doctor would let him out, and he hoped even more that his body would be up to at least one night with Styx. He marveled at how much all of this seemed to have changed him, though he knew deep down that if he recovered, he'd likely be right back to his old life. With the exception of Styx, perhaps. It would be strange to have someone with him, for once. He couldn't remember a time when he'd had someone to care for him, or love him. It had probably never existed before now.

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Styx reached his free hand up to run his fingers through Jaxien's hair, smiling down at him softly. He hoped he wouldn't have to do him in... he'd rather him get better and go back to the way he was than have to kill him. Knowing he was okay and never speaking to him again was better than having to end his life. He placed a soft kiss on his lips, nodding his head a little at his request. "Okay," he said softly, standing up. He went over to their bag, glad to see the canteen was still there. He twisted it open and walked over to the other, wiggling a hand under his back. He helped the other get into a sitting position before he handed him the canteen, smiling at him softly. "I'll be right back," he said, leaving the room.

Styx went to go find the doctor, moving quickly. He wanted to get out of there almost as badly as he was sure Jaxien wanted to. He was sure he could keep the other healthy now that he was conscious. Things wouldn't get so bad now that they were in the settlement. They had everything they need to keep him from going into another one of his fits he was pretty sure. Once he found the doctor he rushed up to him. "Excuse me. Sorry to bother you again but I just have a quick question. Do you think Jaxien and I could leave? I'm sure I could take care of him..."

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Jaxien took the canteen, glad to find his hand free of shaking as he lifted it up to his lips. He drained the bottle, now that they were here there was no need to conserve it, and there was hardly any left in any case. He watched Styx go, and sighed, keeping himself upright. He knew that if he lay down again, he might not be inclined to get up again, so for the moment he simply sat, waiting for Styx to come back.

The doctor looked up at Styx as the man came over, listening quietly to his question. A close look at him revealed that he likely already knew what Jaxien's situation was. It was a relief, it wasn't the kind of news that ever got easier to deliver. He nodded. "Find out what he's been taking and get some more, don't let him go too long without it..." He gave a soft sigh, rubbing the back of his head. "There's a place you can stay not far from here." He gave directions, then paused again. "Try to keep him from doing anything too strenuous, at least for too long. His body isn't going to be up for much anymore, but if you're careful, you should have at least a month." He didn't like to say it, but he felt it needed to be said. "If you need any help getting him there, come get me."

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Styx was relieved to hear they could leave. He nodded his head a little when the doctor told him to find out what he was taking. "Okay. Thank you," he said softly, sounding very relieved. He listened to the directions carefully so as not to forget, thanking the man again. When he heard the doctor say they only had about a month, though, his heart dropped. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head, unable to speak. A month? That was it...? But doctors weren't always right... maybe Jaxien could be one of those miracle cases. He prayed to whatever was out there that he was. A month was just too soon. "A-Alright... thank you again," he said before he hurriedly left the room. He went back to where he'd left Jaxien, still feeling like he was going to puke from the news.

Styx walked over to Jaxien and gave him a soft smile. "We can leave. He even told Me a place we can stay," he said, gathering their things together, "he said not to do anything strenuous for a while..." He kind of trailed off there, not wanting to tell Jaxien how short his life expectancy was. "I need to know what drug you take. He said not to go long without it or else something like this will happen again, I imagine," once he had everything back in their bag he slung it over his shoulder, turning back to Jaxien. "He said... he said you only have about a month left of we're careful. But doctors aren't always right! I think that if we take good care of you... I think you'd be fine," he said, walking over to Jaxien. He held a hand out to him to help him up, letting out a sigh. "But I don't want to think about that... not now, at least."

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The doctor watched him go in silence, feeling incredibly guilty that there was nothing more he could do. But honestly, if Styx was something worth living for, he would do far better than he himself could. A will to live was an incredibly powerful thing. But for now, he had other patients he could help, so he focused on that instead.

Jaxien gave a small smile as Styx re-entered the room, glad to hear the news. He shifted to move out of the bed, even as Styx spoke. There were some stubborn parts of him that would be hard to break, and one of those was that if he could stand on his own, especially in front of someone else, he was damn well going to do it. Luckily for the both of them, he wasn't particularly taxed by the movement, and he found he could stand with almost as little effort as if he was well. He grimaced, a little, as the man moved to help him, but he allowed it. He didn't want to push him away, he just needed a degree of his own independence. It was hard to go from living completely alone to having someone there.

He was still a little afraid of it, but at the same time, felt he didn't have the time to be. Perhaps, if he was well, he wouldn't even act on these feelings, and the thought saddened him a little. But then, Styx had proven to be a stubborn character, perhaps he would have worked his way in in either case. He remembered the moment of intimacy they had shared, and felt a stirring both in his chest and in his loins. "...do you think it would count if you did all the work?" He grinned widely, some of his old humor showing through. The idea that it would mean him actually receiving didn't so much as cross his mind, though perhaps it could still be misinterpreted.

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Styx could tell that he wanted to try and move around on his own. He wouldn't prevent him from doing so but if it was obvious that Jaxien was struggling he would help. He didn't want him to over work himself because he was stubborn. He had a feeling it would be a struggle to get Jaxien to cooperate when it came to helping him around but Styx would fight him tooth and nail if he had to. He was going to take good care of Jaxien, no matter what it took... one month just wasn't enough for him. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure Jaxien would last. Not just for himself, but for the both of them. He needed Jaxien to stay with him... and he was starting to think Jaxien was feeling the same way; if only just a little. "Try not to be too stubborn, okay?" He said with a smile as he helped the other the rest of the way up. "You have to let me take care of you to a degree... so we don't end up alone."

Styx gestured for Jaxien to follow, smiling at him a little. He let the other walk on his own, but wanted to stay close just in case he needed the help. If he babied him from the start he'd never get any better. "Come on, I wanna get out of here," he said, leaving the room with the other. When he heard his question he glanced back at him, a little confused at first. "Huh...?" It didn't click at first, but after a couple seconds of thinking he understood. He blushed and cleared his throat, feeling his stomach give that familiar flip of arousal. "You mean like... ride you...?" He asked, feeling like an idiot for even asking. He turned away quickly and kept walking, feeling like he was going to pass out. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question. I... uh...," he just stopped there, too embarrassed to continue. Still, the thought of riding Jaxien was making him all hot and bothered.

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Jaxien's grin just widened as he saw the man first not getting it, then getting all flustered as it sunk in. He gave a low, husky chuckle as Styx spoke it, enjoying the bright red hue he had taken on. It wasn't long before they got to where the doctor had said they could stay, and it seemed that accommodation had already been arranged. They were ushered to their new room, and Jaxien gratefully sank down on the bed.

He took Styx's hand and pulled him down on top of him, giving him a few moments to adjust before pressing their lips together. There was certainly no doubt that he was still the one in charge, though if Styx tried to pull away, he would allow it. He didn't think he would, however, and so he simply deepened the kiss, exploring the sensation. It wasn't something he did often, and it was obvious he was unskilled, but he found it a little thrilling. He smiled into it before eventually pulling away, staring up at him, grinning widely. "I'd do things for you, but doctor's orders..."

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Once they got to their new home of sorts, Styx put their bag down. It was nice for a place they got for free in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Much better than that den they'd stayed in for the past two nights. He was just glad to be out of that blistering sun. It wasn't exactly cool inside but it was better than being out in the heat. He put their bag up on the nearest table and started to take things out of it, not really sure what most of the stuff in it was since it was Jaxien's bag. He turned to look at Jaxien when he heard the bed creak, glad to see the bed was at least in decent shape. He wasn't about to sleep in a dirty bed. And he meant that in the most grateful way. Wasteland or not, he still cared about his hygiene.

Styx was about to go back to unpacking their things but a hand on his own stopped him. He stumbled a little as he was pulled over but smiled as he was pulled down on top of Jaxien. He kissed the other back when their lips met, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. He wasn't sure if Jaxien was acting like this because he was high or what but it was nice. Better than being raped. He could tell Jaxien was inexperienced with kissing, but he was no better. After all, he'd only known two people in this hell hole and they were both dead. When the kiss broke he stared down at the other, blushing at his comment. He leaned down to kiss Jaxien's neck softly, nodding his head. "I know... don't worry, I can do it," he whispered in his ear, letting his lips brush against his earlobe when he spoke.

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Jaxien gave a light chuckle, his hands moving up to Styx's hips. He could feel himself growing quickly to full mast, and part of him still wanted to throw Styx down on the bed and pound into him, to watch him squirm and beg. The only real difference was in that he wanted him to be squirming in pleasure, to be begging for more. He wasn't going to push his luck, however, either with his health or with Styx's willingness.

He gave a soft moan, hands moving to pull at Styx's pants, he couldn't help himself. He would be able to keep from over exerting himself, but he doubted he'd be able to just lay there and take it. He was wondering if he'd even be able to stay laying down throughout the whole thing.

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Styx arched into the hands on his hips, glancing up at the other. He could feel Jaxien growing hard beneath him and he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. He licked his lips and kissed at Jaxien's neck softly, running his hands up the other's chest. He was excited... the last time they did this he had actually enjoyed it, but things had gotten cut short. He couldn't deny the fact that he thought riding the other was a huge turn on. He always liked it when girls used to ride him, so he should like doing it as well, right? At least, on Jaxien. He wanted to be able to be pinned beneath the other, completely defenseless and calling out for him, but this would have to do. He didn't want to risk anything. Plus, he was excited to ride someone for the first time. "I've never... rode someone before," he whispered in the other's ear. He'd never been fucked by a guy, either, until a couple days ago. "Sorry if I'm no good."

Styx smirked a little when Jaxien tugged at his pants, obviously wanting them off. He couldn't blame him. He was all pent up too. He rolled his hips down against Jaxien's experimentally, gasping softly as their cocks ground together through their pants. He licked his lips and did it again, practically dry-humping the other. He moaned in Jaxien's ear, reaching down to grab the hands on his hips, guiding them to cup is ass. He was doing everything he liked girls to do when he slept with them. Hopefully Jaxien would like it.

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Jaxien grinned, letting his head tilt to the side, allowing himself to simply enjoy the feeling. Styx's hand moved across his chest, and he gave a soft noise of pleasure. He was glad to find that even laying still on his back, he still felt like he was in control. He chuckled lightly as Styx spoke, at this point, he wouldn't have to be any good to get the desired result, Jaxien was far too eager to care about anything more than the tightness and the friction.

He gave another moan as Styx began grinding their hips together. He had never had such an eager partner before. Sure, the whores were willing, but everyone knew it was only about the money. Styx was doing this because he actually wanted to, and though Jaxien still couldn't fathom why, he found himself enjoying it all the same. He grinned as his hands were placed on the man's ass, and he squeezed the flesh, one of his hands sliding further to toy at his entrance through the fabric. Remembering the feel of the tight hole made his cock twitch and strain at his pants. "Mmn... Styx..."

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Styx let out a ragged breath as he felt that hand toy with him through his pants. His body felt like it was on fire. The mixture of the heat of the moment with the heat of Jaxien's body was driving him insane. He didn't know how it had gotten to this point, to be honest. He'd gone from hating the man to dry humping him in a matter of days. It was kind of sick, really. He almost hated himself for it. But how could he hate himself for it when he was enjoying it so much? A guilty pleasure, he supposed. He didn't really care enough to feel guilt, though. He only had one life, and in this shitty world there was no room for regrets or guilt. He hated that he was so damn eager, though. He wasn't just interested, he was out-right starving for the attention. He liked that someone like Jaxien could find interest in him. He didn't seem like a picky guy when it came to sex, but he also didn't seem like the type who would just fuck anyone.

Styx sat up on the other's hips so he could remove his jacket and his shirt, tossing them on the floor. He felt some relief from the heat but not enough. He undid the button and zipper of his jeans but didn't remove them. He leaned back over the other, bringing their lips together as he brought his hands under Jaxien's shirt. He didn't know if Jaxien would let him undress him. Both times they had sex he stayed fully clothed, but he wanted to see his body. He wanted to see if he could imitate that intimate moment they'd shared.

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Jaxien didn't mind the idea of being stripped, the only reason he tended to stay clothed while fucking was because it was easier and faster. It also left plenty of opportunity to pull out and fight, or run, should the need ever arise. Unfortunately he couldn't honestly say it had never happened. He arched his back lightly into the touch. Lifting his shirt would reveal a number of scars along Jaxien's torso, all of different ages. It was obvious the man had been in a lot of fights over his years, and some of them undoubtedly looked quite nasty, but he wasn't ashamed of any of them.

His eyes traveled along Styx's exposed chest, taking the time to admire it. He was getting impatient, his body not used to waiting this long, foreplay was largely an alien concept to him, but he found himself enjoying it, so he pushed through. He kissed back as the man pressed their lips together, unable to help but jerk his hips up a little, grinning widely and giving a light moan. His cock definitely wanted to be inside the man, and it was beginning to ache.

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Styx could feel the scars beneath his fingertips but he wasn't repulsed by them. He had some of his own, but not nearly as many as Jaxien. He'd always found scars kind of sexy anyway. He traced a few of the bigger ones as he pulled the shirt up, parting their kiss to pull the shirt over his head. He tossed it over with his jacket and shirt before he gave the other a good look-over. He had a nice build, even with the scars. He found he wanted to run his tongue over every one of them. Maybe for another time, though. Right now they were both aching and as much as he loved foreplay, he was already reaching his limit of how much he could take. He let out a moan into the kiss as those hips bucked up, finding it hard to concentrate.

Styx could feel just how hard the other was through his pants and he knew exactly how he felt. He sat up again and started to pull his pants and underwear down, wiggling out of them on top of the other. When his cock finally sprung free he let out a soft gasp and licked his lips. Damn, he needed this. After being cut short last time he felt like his entire body was throbbing for release. As badly as he wanted to be sexy he just couldn't take the time to be right now. He had to get Jaxien's clothes off. He shifted to sit down on Jaxien's thighs so he could undo his pants as well, hands trembling just slightly. Once they were opened to him he immediately pulled them off, letting them fall off the bed. He moved his way back up to Jaxien's hips, rolling his own hips back to grind his ass against the hard cock with a moan.

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Jaxien lifted his hips eagerly, glad to be free of the restricting fabric. His cock sprang up when it was released, and he gave a lustful moan. A few moments later, their bodies were together again, and his cock was pressing in between the other man's ass cheeks. "Fuck...." He groaned, resisting the temptation to grab Styx's hips and just impale him. He moved a hand up to his mouth, spitting on it and getting his fingers as wet as he could muster the patience for. Moments later he pushed a finger into Styx, probing roughly. He waited as long as he could---which was hardly very long---before pushing in another.

He got Styx as stretched out as he could manage before pulling him back, pushing into him and giving a low, heated groan. He pulled Styx down close, wrapping his arms around him and slipping his tongue deeply into the man's mouth. He gave a muffled moan, clinging to him and encouragingly moving his own hips, trying to get Styx to move his. As soon as the man began to do so, he allowed himself to collapse back on the bed. His heart was already beginning to race, and he didn't want their time to be cut short again, so he would attempt to keep himself still, just giving in to the sensations.

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Styx jerked forward when he felt Jaxien push a finger into him. He let out a moan and arched his back regardless of the roughness. It hurt a little but he didn't mind too much. Jaxien had made him feel much worse. He rolled his hips down on the finger, biting his bottom lip softly. He gazed down at the other, unable to help the slight smile he gave. He liked this... even though it was a bit rushed in their pent-up state, it was still nice. The second finger earned a gasp, his muscles clenching around the fingers reflexively before he forced himself to relax. He rested his hands on Jaxien's chest so he could lean forward a little and give the other more room to move his fingers.

The stretching didn't last very long but it was enough to keep it from hurting too bad. Styx let out a muffled moan and arched his hips as he was entered. It stung a little but he could handle it. He couldn't help but blush and feel that intimacy come back when he was pulled down onto the other, accepting the kiss eagerly, his tongue fighting back. He coul feel the other moving his hips and quickly forced his own down to make the other stop; he didn't want to risk it. He started to move his hips up and down on the other, moaning against Jaxien's lips. He pulled away from the kiss for a bit of air, gazing down at the other. "You have to be... hmmnn... be careful. Don't move so much," he managed to get out before he let out another moan, moving his hips faster.

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Jaxien chuckled, making himself go still, looking up at Styx as he spoke. The man's face was twisted in a mostly pleasing way. None of the whores ever looked like Styx did now, and it was extremely enticing, making him want more. Those he paid for sex always seemed eager enough, but the pleasure rarely reached their eyes. And now, for once, he was with someone that truly enjoyed it and wanted more. It was certainly something he could get used to. He couldn't resist moving his hands along Styx's sides, keeping the movements calm, simply exploring.

He wondered just how much more of this he was going to be able to take before he came. He had never put much effort into lasting before now, sex was usually just a rough, casual thing designed to scratch an itch. But this was something more, far more pleasurable, and he didn't want it to be over too soon. But there was only so much he could do to make it last, he didn't want to strain himself by holding back, especially when his lack of experience might make it an exercise in futility. He could already feel it growing in his loins, and he gave a soft groan, pulling Styx back in for another deep kiss.

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Styx arched into the hands on his sides, feeling that spark all over again. It was so nice to feel Jaxien being so gentle and have such a... genuine look in his eyes. He didn't look crazy or hungry like Styx was his prey. There was lust there, of course, but nothing malicious like the first time they'd done this. Jaxien's eyes were pulling him in rather than pushing him away. It was a warm and inviting feeling that he was growing to adore. He was still a little shocked by all of this, though. As far as he'd known a couple of days ago he was straight. But he'd gone from being terrified by this man to being completely infatuated with him. He didn't really know how that had worked out but it had. Now he couldn't think of a thing more attractive than Jaxien, couldn't think of anything he wanted more. He was just glad he had the opportunity to have it... at least one last time. It scared him to think someone could be taken out of his life just as quickly as they'd been brought in.

Styx moved his arms out from under himself to wrap them around Jaxien's neck, using the bed for leverage to move his hips faster. He was already panting and mewling like a slut, but he couldn't help it. He was so pent up from last time mixed with the satisfaction of actually having this opportunity. It was maddening. He didn't want this moment to end, but at the same time, he wanted to be completely undone by the other---properly this time. Styx accepted the kiss that was given to him eagerly, moaning and whining against Jaxien's lips. He kissed the other back as passionately as he could manage with pleasure raking through his body. Any pain he'd been feeling was completely gone and he felt like he was on fire. Every little touch felt amazing and he was finding it hard to concentrate on keeping the kiss from turning sloppy.

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By this point, Jaxien wouldn't have cared if the kiss had been reduced to an incoherent pressing together of mouths. He was lost to the pleasure, in a way he had never been before. The only thought he managed to keep in his head was that he had to stay still, and it was taking up all of his concentration not to roll Styx over and fuck him wildly. He resisted, and finally even that temptation was beyond him. The world reduced itself to a sparkling moment of pleasure, and he found himself releasing his seed into Styx.

By the time it was over, he was panting heavily, though it seemed there was no hint of the raggedness there had been earlier. Instead of going into another coughing fit, his panting steadily slowed back to a normal breathing pattern. He gave a soft moan and held Styx close, only allowing him to move to get more comfortable. He couldn't bear the idea of Styx leaving right then, though he was sure Styx felt the same way. "That... was great..."

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Styx could tell they were both losing control rather quickly and it was hard for the both of them to keep their mind focused. He was just glad Jaxien had managed to keep still this whole time. He'd love to have the other pounding into him but he knew that wasn't possible. Not when he was like that. Judging by the way the other was so lost in the pleasure and trying his hardest to keep his concentration from slipping, he could tell that he wanted to fuck him senseless just as badly as Styx wanted him to. Styx was trying his hardest, though. He was moving as fast as he possibly could and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't completely overpowered by pleasure. He pulled back from the kiss with a loud gasp as he felt the other fill him, his fingers pulling at Jaxien's hair roughly. He let out a loud moan of his own as he followed suit, his warm cum splattering over their chests and stomachs.

Almost instantly Styx's body went limp, soft shivers running up his spine from the after shocks of his orgasm. He was panting just as hard as Jaxien, if not more since he'd been doing all the work. His head fell to rest on Jaxien's chest where he could hear his heartbeat. He was glad to hear that it didn't sound like he was going to go into a coughing fit, which helped him relax a little. One hand left Jaxien's hair to gently rub his chest right above his heart, next to where his head lay. He didn't want to leave Jaxien's arms, so when he was held close he didn't protest one bit. he glanced up at the other when he spoke and smiled a little, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He nodded his head in agreement and closed his eyes, relaxing into Jaxien's warmth.


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Ashley was out with her friends as usual, she'd told her father that she would be staying at Will's---which was true---but only after they'd gone out clubbing for the night! Ashley was 17, pretty and popular, she was in with the popular crew and had good grades which meant her father had nothing to worry about.

Walking into the bar she and her friends used their fake IDs to get drinks without the barkeeper batting an eyelid. There they spent most of their night but at 2am the cops came in and checked the customers ID's, _the barkeep must have called the cops_ she thought. Her friends and her all got caught out and arrested, dragged to the police station.

It was humiliating! Getting handcuffed and put into the back of a police car while being merry, _Dad's going to kill me!_ she thought to herself as they arrived at the police station, each of them gave their address, names, fingerprints and parents phone numbers to the cops before being put into a jail cell.

Ashley sat there wearing a leather mini skirt, red corset and a cropped leather jacket with 5 inch leather heeled boots that zipped up to her knees, having dressed up and put on make up to make herself look older. Now all she and her friends could do was sit there and wait for their parents to come. Ashley only hoped her dad came last.

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Michael also known as Michael, or Agent Michael was Ashley's father. He claimed to be either a former FBI or CIA agent depending on who was asking. Tonight he was just another single father trying to figure out how to put his soon to be college bound daughter through college. His wife and her mother, April, died following complications from the birth of Ashley some 17 years ago.

He was also having a terrible night because Ashley was out with friends and making him worry ever few minutes about her safety. Michael tried to sleep. He tried to distract himself by playing video games on the computer. He even tried chatting with a friend from work that he was hoping to ask out soon.

None of those activities could stop him from feeling very, very worried by Midnight when Ashley wasn't home or returning his messages. Then he was woken up to the sound of that phone call that always seems to come in middle of the night rather than other time of the day. "She did what?" Michael said into the phone. "You are with who?" He couldn't understand because he was screaming at the person on the other end of the call.

At the station, Michael was talking to the arresting officer as he waited for his daughter to be released into his custody. "They are gonna be all over me at work, if they find out!" Michael tried to talk the officer into losing the paperwork about his daughter's arrest as he continued to wait for them to bring her out to him.

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Ashley sat in her cell as an officer came in, he unlocked the cell "Ashley you're free to go, your father's here." She grew pale seeing she was the first one to be let out. Her friends all wished her luck each of them knowing the stories of her father.

Walking out from the jail cells, following the officer she stared at the floor. It was only when she saw her dads shoes did she look up and say quietly "H... hi daddy..." Her voice was quiet and she was trying to act completely sober but the slurring of her words, the way her eyes darted around the room and how she couldn't stand straight or still showed she was anything but sober

She knew nothing about the cops being bribed into losing the paperwork on her as she looked back at the floor while brushing her brown hair out her eyes hoping he wasn't going to yell at her here in public. She'd only got in trouble with him once when she was little and it scared her away from trouble, but as she got older she did things behind his back, she still hadn't had sex but she'd gotten completely drunk, gone out to parties, tried some drugs normal things teenagers do.

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Michael didn't notice that Ashley was slurring her words right away. He was flabbergasted over her leather mini, red corset, leather jacket and boots with 5 inch heels to notice her slurred speech.

"What the hell happened to the clothes you left the freaking house in, Ashley?" Michael jumped up from his seat to take off his robe and try to cover Ashley up with it. He had left the house in his PJ's and just thrown a robe on after putting on his shoes. "Get your eyes off my daughter officer, she's not even 21 yet!" Michael was pissed off that his not even 18 year old daughter had been arrested and brought to a police station with no women in it.

"Did any of these officers touch you, Ashley?" Michael wanted to see what she said about her treatment in the station. "If that's all, I think I'd like to take my daughter home now officer!" Michael was staying calm to avoid his own arrest by the same officers. Ashley would pay dearly once they got home or maybe once they got back to the car. "Get that shit off your lips!" Michael tried to remove her lipstick with his sleeve.

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"Umm I changed after I got to Wills, they're in my bag" She shrugged thinking there was nothing wrong with what she was wearing "Dad! Girls my age wear this stuff all the time!" She pouted as he jumped up and covered her with his robe, she then looked at the officer and giggled he was kind of cute and she did have a thing for men in uniform.

When he asked if they touched her she laughed more "Jesus dad they didn't touch me, other than grab my wrists and handcuff me like I was some sort of murderer." She rolled her eyes then pouted more as he swore and tried to remove her lipstick "Daddy! Stop treating me like a fucking child!" She shouted in front of the the police station, she was drunk and sick of him treating her like she was still 10. "I'm 17 and a woman! I have boobs for gods sake!" She cupped her breasts to emphasize her point "And I will go out dressed like this if..."

She paused mid sentence and grew pale "I... I don't feel good" Turning from him she ran into an alley nearby and threw up, the alcohol wasn't agreeing with her and she'd drunk quite a lot before the cops had caught her.

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Michael wanted a drink himself when she started in on other girl's dressing that way and about her being a woman now with boobs even. Then it was time to be a father when she said she wasn't feeling well. "Come on," He walked over and touched her elbow. "My car is over there, let's get you home and into bed!" Michael adjusted the robe that he had taken back from the officer after she had run to throw up.

She was 100% about being a woman. Michael noticed last week that his little girl was all grown up when he was doing laundry and found some of her new bra's in the dryer. It was tough raising her on his own and he figured he'd lose her soon once she went off to college. But it would cost him a lot to put her through college, too. "You're not going to Wills again for at-least two weeks," Michael said after letting go of her elbow. "Now get in the car and if you feel sick stick your head out the window." Michael went around to get behind the wheel.

"If you ever do this again," Michael repeated the cupping of breasts gesture to her. "I'll show baby pics of you to your friends!" Michael started the motor after putting the key into ignition. Then looked over at Ashley in her leather outfit. "Were those really necessary?" Michael pointed at heels on her boots.

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Ashley got into the car and nodded as she opened the window and rested her head on the side "Mmmm but dad!" She pouted as she sat up "Why not! I got plans to see her next week!" She pouted more as she sighed then rubbed her eyes yawning sleepily.

When he did the cupping breasts gesture she began to laugh "Haha, that suits you dad!" She stopped laughing when he mentioned the the baby pictures "Oh you wouldn't do that" She glared at him as he began to drive home and she looked at her boots while laughing "Oh yeah, Will gave me them for my birthday last year and tonight was the perfect opportunity to wear them" She smiled "I like them and they went with the outfit what do you think daddy?" She asked.

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"I think I should have a talk with Will's parents," Michael jokingly said to her as he ignored the question about the boots going with the outfit. "If you're a woman now... maybe I should cut off your allowance starting tonight!" Michael was still paying for almost everything she needed out of his own pocket. He also knew she wouldn't believe him and she would be right. He would never cut her off as long as she stayed in school and didn't get married until she was 30.

"I think your mom would be trying on that jacket, if she were alive!" Michael said as he stopped for a passing train. "You're starting to look like her more and more everyday, Ashley!" Michael was getting soft but it was an act to soften her up before he punished her for getting arrested. It hadn't been that long since he last grounded her for lying to him. "Okay, you can still see Will," Michael had a change of heart. "But no more fake ID's ever again or using web chat services for next week!" He was gonna take away her webcam for a week so that she couldn't video chat for a week.

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Ashley pouted at he ignored her question, she then gasped as he said maybe he should cut off her allowance "No! Don't cut it off please dad! You know how hard it is for teenagers to find jobs in this town." She pouted cutely.

She then giggled when he mentioned mom "I wish I knew her..." She tugged her jacket a little then looked at the floor, she then sniffed "I miss her so much dad.. I feel like it's my fault shes not here." She'd never told him before but she blamed herself for mom dying, she heard how he and mom were happy then she came along and took mom from him.

She smiled at him as he said she could see Will "Thank you!" But when he said he'd take away her web chat services she pouted "But dad..." She then pouted again knowing better than to argue with him.

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He reaches across the front seat and places a hand on her knee. "I miss your mom, too!" Michael said while squeezing her knee as he continues driving in direction of home. "You're not leaving the house for one full day, young lady!" Michael explained as he grabbed her bag from next to her leg and tossed it into the back seat behind himself.

Then he pulled over and stopped next to a park in their neighborhood. "If you can stop saying but dad for two hours, I won't take away your allowance!" Michael chuckled gave her the once over to see how much skin she was showing in her adult outfit before pulling car back out into street. "Did you have a good time at the bar?" Michael asked her a trick question. The answer could be her doom as far as he was concerned. She was gonna get spanked for the first time in her all grown up life.

[User] Ashley pouted about to protest and say 'but dad' but she stopped herself as he put her bag in the backseat. She sighed as he stopped next to the park "Fine I'll stop saying it!" She continued to pout when he chuckled, she shivered since she wasn't wearing much and showing off a lot of skin. When he asked if she had a good time she shrugged "It was boring but the drinks made things more fun. A few guys even brought us drinks..." She giggled not thinking about her answer or that this was a trick question.

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Michael pulled over again. This time next to an abandoned house and delivered a slap to her face because of her comment about few guy's buying her beer. "Haven't you been warned more than once not to trust guy's who offer you something to drink?" He was mad that the talks about never accept drink's or offer of drink's from men hadn't gotten through to her.

"What if those cops hadn't discovered you?" He drew back hand to slap her again. "Those guy's could be putting dirt over your dead body after doing God knows what to you, Ashley!" He hit the seat next to her arm. He also took second to check out her shirt and cleavage. He couldn't believe she went out dressed how she was dressed. But he was also feeling something for her that he had never felt until tonight.

Wanting to get home, he pulled back into street to finish driving home. "We might just have to send you off somewhere to finish high school away from here now!" He knew that would get her mad and possible set off a losing battle for her once they got home. He was going to punish her like he had never punished her before once they got into the war of words.

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As Michael slapped her face, Ashley looked at him shocked "D... daddy..." She whispered as she held her cheek he'd spanked her once before but never had he slapped her across the face.

She whimpered as he drew his hand back again and she tried to move as far away as possible as he hit the seat next to her arm "I... I know dad! I'm sorry but we ran out of money and they offered, Will said it was OK she knew them." She said quietly as she looked away from him hoping he didn't hit her again.

As he pulled back into the street and said he might just send her away she gasped "No! Please don't send me away dad! This is the only thing I've done wrong! You can't send me away if you do then my grades will suffer!"

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"I don't believe you, Ashley!" Michael said with a bit of a tart tone and back handed her across the cheek. The same one he slapped moments ago. "I think you were looking for a man at that bar tonight!" he said with angry tone as he turned car into the driveway before pressing button on remote to open the garage door.

"I'm surprised they didn't bust you for selling something tonight!" he looked at her with disgust over how she was dressed. But deep down inside he wasn't disgusted at the sexiness of her outfit. "Now get inside before I take you back to the station and tell them to keep you locked up!" he shouted as he turned off the car.

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Ashley stared at her father in surprise and shock before a small cry of pain escaped her lips again as he backhanded her across the same cheek. Once in the garage she stared to cry and shouted "I hate you! I wish mom was still here!" She then got out the car and ran inside to her room.

As she got there she slammed her door shut and looked at herself in the mirror, her make up was smudged, her hair a mess and her cheek was red. She then unzipped her boots and threw them in the corner with her shirt and skirt, walking to her bed in her black lace thong and bra she pulled out the pink tanktop and blue pajama bottoms with sheep on that she wore to bed, no matter how much she dressed up she was still Michael's little girl and still loved all the things he brought her.

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Michael put away his keys and locked the door when he finally got back into the house. Then he got himself a drink before finding the courage to go and have it out with Ashley.

"We don't slam doors in this house, Ashley!" He opened her door and saw that she was already in process of changing for bed. Normally, he would've closed his eyes and the door while offering up a apology like any normal father would do.

Tonight was different, he had to lay down the law no matter what condition either of them was in. "I'm gonna have to spank you, Ashley!" He said as he step inside before closing door behind him. "It will hurt, but you leave me no choice because what you did was very bad!" He clapped his hands together as he approached his barely dressed daughter.

[User] As he opened the door Ashley gasped and held her pajamas around her to cover herself "Dad! Get out!" She stepped away from him as he approached her "Wait? You can't daddy." She begged as her legs hit the bed and she fell on top of it staring up at him nervously. As he clapped his hands together she whimpered and threw her pillow at him.


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Usually demons should be angry at the point when they were being summoned, but Cuda didn't feel that way, even if the summoning was a lengthy and prepared process that allowed the summoner to supposedly bind the demon to their whim, completely controlling them while they spend their time in the physical realm.

Cuda had taken precautions, though, he not only anticipated this, but invited it, prepared for it. He wanted it, because he knew just how to escape the binding runes and were supposed to control him.

With a smirk he finally disappeared from the infernal realm to appear in the summoning circle, materializing there as his blood red eyes looked around the room he was summoned in, smelling the place, searching for the human that took him from his homeland here to do their bidding... only, it won't be so.

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"So what if I don't come from some big prestigious family? I don't need to be the daughter of an Archmage to be powerful." She muttered as she finished drawing the runes that lined the protective circle. Bronwynn Maynard was a fifth year student at the Mage's Cllege, having been enrolled since she was 12. While many were accepted into the college based on their family history, with many coming from long lines of distinguished magic users, Bronwynn was there entirely on her own merits.

However, this didn't change the fact that she was viewed as a second class student. Despite her often impressive displays of magical prowess, she still came from two common parents. Neither one of them could even command the arcane, and that made her a charity case as far as some of the other students were concerned. And so she had devised a plan, after much study and preparation, to prove her capabilities to the others. She would summon and bind a demon to her will.

So for close to nine hours she had worked tirelessly: tracing perfect circles on the ground in a variety of materials, tracing runes onto her own skin with the blood of a lamb, chanting in languages not used for near a millennium. At long last, and nearing exhaustion, she was finished. She stood back and spoke the final incantation, smiling slightly as fire erupted from the middle of the circle, the demon appearing from within.

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It seemed like Bronwynn's ambitions were what brought her to summon the demon who called himself Cuda. He was a towering humanoid, with dark reddish skin and horns growing out of his head, he looked almost like a typical demon, his body glowed with the runes that summoner had engraved making sure that while he is summoned he was just a slave to her. He looked at her and wanted to smile, such a delicious... pretty little thing... he wanted her... very badly.

But it all had to wait. "Who dare summon the great Cuda??!!" His voice filled the room, he needed to pull an anger act off, otherwise she might suspect something was wrong, a demon willingly answering a summon, that would be unheard of.

He took a few steps closer, but until she lifted the circle he couldn't step out of it. Well... he had to pretend he couldn't step out of it, he wanted to see what she wanted to do with him, what kind of things she would order him to do. "Such a puny little girl. You think you can control me?" He asked. Though the rune burned against him at this thought of defiance... or apparently so.

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Bronwynn gasped as she saw the thing, close to eight feet tall and deep red in color. The horns on his head looked wicked sharp and she had no doubts that if it weren't for her runes and precautions, he would be able to flay her alive... or worse. She almost shuddered as he spoke, involuntarily picturing the demon dragging her back into his realm and... doing whatever it was demons did with slaves. Truth be told she wasn't sure, there weren't any first hand reports obviously.

"I..." She started, swallowing heavily and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I have. Bronwynn Elizabeth Maynard. I have summoned you with the Prayer of Miratha, and these runes bind you to my service." She said, confident in her precautions.

"As your master, I order you to speak the truth. What powers do you possess?" She asked, biting back a yawn.

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Cuda fell to the ground as he tried to threaten her more, the rune burning against him as he was unable to do anything to her while in this state. He finally stood up eventually, looking over at her with a his red eyes. "Is that so... Master." He said as he finally stood up. "I shall be at your service then... until I can get rid of these cursed runes that make me a slave to a..." His eyes twitched... "...to a slut like you." He managed to get the insult out without the runes burning him again.

Inside he was chuckling, she wasn't suspecting him at all, he could just imagine the look on her face. "The power to destroy..." He pointed at a chair and blew it into pieces. "Manipulate the elements..." The room shifted from being what ti was to heated, then cold, with completely wet... before he dismissed it all. "And of course... disguise." He changed his form to mirror hers completely before changing back. "More... though I can't remember all of them on the top of my head."

"More importantly though... what do you wish me to do?" He looked around. "What is this place?"

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Bronwynn blushed brightly as the demon called her a slut. She was in fact a virgin, having always been too wrapped up in her studies to worry about a boyfriend. And if she was going to be honest with herself, none of the boys in the College would be with her anyway, common daughter of a couple of farmers that she was.

She opened her mouth to speak but instead found herself gasping in surprise, the mask of confidence that she wore shattering for an instant, as the room quickly changed temperatures. The college was usually quite warm, though not unpleasantly so, so the thin robes that she wore offered little protection as the room quickly chilled before going back to normal.

"First off, beast, do not call me a slut. I am your mistress and you will address me as such. At least in private," She added quickly. "In public you will call me Bronwynn. This is the Mage's College of Tyriam. And... I will have you disguise yourself as a human. Not as me, but as a male human. You will pose as a new student and..." She thought for a brief moment before smiling slightly. "And as my boyfriend."

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Cuda didn't care what she was... all he cared for was the fact that she was a girl, looked good enough for him to fuck... that's enough for him to call her a slut, though to demons the word slut hardly meant something bad, it was something to be proud of in the demon realm, however he knew in the real world it was an insult for sure, hence why he said it.

"As you wish..." He said as shifted into a human male, still having many characteristics that resembled him as the demon, but he was shorter... at a much more realistic six foot. "....Mistress." He said, as if the words took effort to say. He still had a demonic aura though, meaning if he went out like this, he'd be caught within minutes. He chanted something to make the aura disappear completely.

"Now... you wanted me to be your slave in private and your boyfriend in public... okay... I can manage that." He gave her a smirk. Outside, the classes were about to being again for her if she didn't get out soon enough she'd be late. Though introducing him as a new student now... might be an issue.

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Bronwynn nibbled her lip cutely and shyly, thinking to herself that the demon looked rather cute as a human. If she didn't know better, she'd have said that the demon could read her mind, as the form it had taken was exactly her type... if she would have had a type. When the demon smirked, however, she blushed in embarrassment at it's implication.

"N... not a slave like that! I mean, that isn't..." She huffed, taking a deep breath to unfluster herself. She couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness against this demon. Even if her seals were perfect, it was still a dangerous being.

"Classes are going to start soon... and I can't... wait!" She thought, feeling stupid for not thinking of it sooner. "You're a demon. Do you have any sort of mind control or anything? Because then we wouldn't have to explain your presence, you could just make everyone think you'd always been here." She smiled slightly, pleased with herself for coming to this conclusion.

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He licked his lips. "Mhmmm... you've got a pretty devious mind. I don't think you're one of the good students are you?" Of course she wasn't, she was a completely driven by her ambitions, she wanted to show off, of course she wanted to use him to the fullest. "I can go to the person in charge and try... if he isn't too powerful I can easily get in."

Cuda smiled. "You go to class... I'll handle the rest... mistress." He took a bow, though it could mockingly so or sincere, there was no need to tell. He backed off and began to go to the school offices.

Soon enough, he managed to convince the dean that he was a new student, despite having no application form or anything. He was soon put into her class. He walked into her class waving at everyone. "Hey... I'm Cuda... it's an honour to be in this class." He walked over to Bronwynn and sat down. "Was that to your satisfaction?" He smiled.

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Bronwynn giggled cutely, innocent at heart despite her ambitions. The sight of the demon in this attractive human form put her at ease; so much so that she almost forgot he was a powerful creature from another realm. She mentally cursed herself, reminding herself that she couldn't afford to forget something like that. She would never be taken seriously if something were to happen now.

"That was perfect, Cuda." She said with a small smile. "I think this might just work."

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He knew he got her now, she was like a fly in his spider web and she didn't even know it, she thought he had everything. Well... he was going to take all of it away from her soon enough. Such a nice little slut. He liked girls who were ambitious, all the much sweeter when he tell them just how much they had to pay for their ambitions.

Cuda was passive in his class, just sitting there and pretending to pay attention to what was being taught, in truth he couldn't wait for a break. "Well... that was boring... so uhm... what do you have in mind next mistress?" He asked after the class had ended, already the people were paying attention to her and the handsome new student that seemed to be doting on her.

[Assistant] She nibbled her lip innocently before grinning deviously. She decided to show the other students just how close she and the attractive boy were. "I told you, it's Bronwynn in public. And... I want you to kiss me." She said softly, her heart thudding in her chest, threatening to burst into her throat.

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"Oh..." Some of the sharped eared people actually heard him say 'mistress' and they were wondering what the hell was going on. Cuda pressed his lips against hers for a long and sensual kiss. "You mean... like this?" He said before pushing his tongue into her, giving her a long kiss that he only pulled back from after she was breathless.

The other students were wide eyed now, looking at Bronwynn in new light... what did she do? How did a normal girl that was fading into the background all the time just got a handsome boy to kiss her. They didn't believe what they were seeing.

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Bronwynn nodded weakly, here eyes closed and her lips parted as he pulled away from her. Her face flushed lightly and her modest chest heaving. Mentally she was berating herself, but on the outside she just looked like a girl who was still unused to kissing her boyfriend.

"Y... yeah..." She said softly before licking her lips and swallowing heavily. "Like that." She paused briefly before continuing in a whisper. "But be careful. Don't call me mistress in public, some of the students have really good hearing. I don't want them catching on or anything. Now come on, we've just got one more class today."

She smiled and took his hand, dragging him off to their next class, looking just like she was excited to be with her boyfriend. Secretly she was pleased with the looks the other students were giving them after the kiss.

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"Another class?" He muttered under his breath. "But... those nearly bore me to death." He said, Cuda didn't expect this kind of enjoyment out of hanging out with her, it revealed just how swallow she was, willing to go to the length of summoning such a dangerous thing just to use his powers to show off. Had he been summoned by a evil sorceress that unleashed him upon armies for him to feast upon, he might have been content. But this? Being the boyfriend of girl? His talents and powers used to make her reputations better. Cuda had thought he had sunk to a new low.

But it would be worth it... when the time comes. He walked with her to the next class, sitting next to her again. Many of the students, especially some of the more famous girls, kept eyeing them. Puny humans, he thought, how dare they even think they have a chance of bedding me? The only woman he was sure to bed right now was Bronwynn... he wanted to hear her sweet cries as she pays the price of summoning him.

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While sitting in the next class, Bronwynn leaned in close to Cuda and pointed to one of the other girls in the class. The girl was pretty, dark hair and caramel skin. A sort of exotic beauty that implied a long magical lineage. The girl also happened to be one of the leading culprits in belittling Bronwynn.

"Do you see her? The dark haired girl with the smug look on her face? What do you think you could do to wipe that smirk off of her face?" She whispered, quickly clarifying. "You know, that isn't lethal."

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Cuda looked at her, while he wouldn't actively bed one of the girls, he would gladly rape her when he was ordered to. "You are giving me the chance to do whatever I wish?" He whispered back to her. "I think pumping semen in all three of her naughty and slutty holes ought to do the trick for her." He said, it'd also do the trick for Bronwynn when the time came.

He leaned back, enjoying this class as he was just told to think on something he could put his mind to. The class eventually ended again, the girl seemed to study a lot, no wonder she was able to pull off a spell in summoning him.

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Bronwynn blushed brightly at his words. Despite her ambitions and magical ability, she was still embarrassed by such blatantly sexual statements. Almost against her will she immediately began to picture the girl in such a situation. Shaking her head to clear her mind of such images, she focused intently on her work.

At the end of the class her and Cuda went back to her room. "Okay, wait here. Ward the door against anyone coming in and you can change back to your normal form. I'm going to go take a shower and then I'll be back... don't break anything." She said sternly, stifling a yawn as she was thoroughly exhausted.

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Cuda was surprised that she didn't immediately reject the idea. After all he did just tell her that rape was the solution he had came up with. he might need to visit the girl Bronwynn didn't like, or perhaps have one of his summons do that. He morphed himself back into his normal form, it wasn't all that more comfortable as the room wasn't really made for eight foot tall demons.

Half tempted to go into the shower and check on her, he managed to hold himself back and just sit there. Waiting. He looked at the room he had on him and with a tap of his finger one of them disappeared, then another tap it appeared again. He was almost wanting to rape her tonight... but he asked himself to give her a few more days... how much havoc could a clueless girl wreck with a demon pet? He wanted to know.


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The crowd roared as yet another girl fell, her assailants upon her in an instant, her holes filled faster than the girl could react. As the burly men gang-raped her, the air pulsed with chanting and encouragement, egging her rapists on as they fucked her raw. Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she helplessly gave in, knowing there was no longer anything she could do to stop the men who were violating her pussy, mouth and asshole, only moaning weakly as they had their way with her.

Such was the scene in The Flesh Pit, the underground arena in which women of all walks of life who's lives have taken a turn for the worst are tossed into a hellish circle of rape, abuse, and humiliation to be fucked senseless again and again by all manner of men, 'women', and beasts. The poor elf girl in the arena now was just another poor soul condemned to this fate.

Once the men had pumped the girl full of their cum and displayed her jizz-soaked body to the crowd, they carried her out of the arena, people cheering them all the way. The spectators were rich, sick people who came to The Flesh Pit to see some of the most spectacular and brutal sexual acts ever conceived. As the girl was taken away, the voice of the announcer echoed through the stands. "Well ladies and gentlemen, now that the appetizers have been picked through, shall we start on the main course? Those of you who are regular attendees will recognize the star of our next event, and may know him by his nickname, "The Stud"! Please welcome, BRUNO!"

As the announcer spoke, a gate opened and an eight foot tall minotaur stepped through, raising his arms and shouting a battle cry, to which the crowd responded with deafening cheers of approval, especially from the regulars. The Minotaur was not clothed or armed, and his most obvious feature was hard to miss... a truly massive cock hung between the bull-man's legs, large enough to make even a normal bull feel inadequate. "Bruno has quite a reputation in the arena." came the announcer's voice. "And with good reason. Try not to break our contestant too badly Bruno, we don't want her unable to be fucked again."

Bruno snorted into the microphone headset he wore so the crowd could hear his dirty talk during the sex. "Hmph. No promises." he replied with a grin, drawing another cheer from the crowd. The announcer laughed. "You hear that folks? It's almost enough to make you feel sorry for the poor girl facing Bruno tonight. Almost." He paused to let the crowd laugh. "Speaking of, lets bring out our next slu---I mean, contender." The crowd laughed again as another gate opened, and the next girl was pushed out into the ring, naked and unarmed. "Without further ado, let the Carnal Games... begin!"

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With a grunt, Rune stumbled into the arena. Not wanting her pride taken, she straightened and gave a glare to the door. More specifically it was to the man who pushed her out, though given she has not mastered the power of looking through solid oak, the door had to feel her wrathy gaze.

Despite being naked and unarmed, she knew she could win this, and went into a fighting stance. Her red hair was wild and had a breeze been able to make it underground, a proper cliche could compare it to fire. This elven woman was the finest swordsmaiden of her tribe. Yes, granted being captured wasn't her finest moment, but she knew she would be the first woman to best this sick show of debauchery.

Her eyes went along the stands, wishing death to each man there before they finally fell on Bruno... oh... her confidence wavered a bit, in her yellow eyes more than her stance. She won't let the bull see this, no. She tightened a fist and stood taller. "I will break a bone for every finger you lay on me." She threatened.

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Bruno just grinned at the elf girl as she spoke, cracking his neck audibly. "Good... I love it when they struggle." he growled eagerly. Bruno was a true sicko, and honestly seemed to get off as much on the suffering of the girls in the arena as he did from the actual sex. And girls like Rune were his favorite. So proud, so untamed... it made it all the sweeter to see them broken and defeated, helpless to stop the indignities forced upon them, choking on their precious pride the whole way.

"I would love to see you try little one." he purred, dropping into his own fighting stance. It was abundantly clear that the minotaur was an old hand at this. His manner, his stance, and his movements betrayed his years and years of experience. Skilled though the girl might be, this was what Bruno had been born to do, what he had spent his life doing. He had home field advantage, a large reach advantage, and a massive advantage in strength. And while the girl was probably faster than him, Bruno had a nasty trait in that he was always faster than you expected him to be.

Suddenly, the bull man dropped down on all fours, and charged with speed that only a quadruped could hope to match, and in a heartbeat he was practically on top of the elf, and in another heartbeat he made every effort to be literally on top of her, attempting to tackle her to the ground where he knew he had an overwhelming advantage. He had been trained in grapple fighting, and had startlingly quick hands which now sought to seize any part of the girl's body they could reach, because he only needed to get a hold of any part of her and she was his; there was no way she could hope to resist his strength.

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Bruno's cocky stature annoyed more than intimidated Rune. She formulated in her mind. Once he charged at her, she'll make a pass to the left---wait, why is he on all fours? She didn't even have a chance to defend herself or figure a way out of his grip the moment he was on her. He had best grip of her right arm and maybe even a leg, she had no hope of fighting it.

Every free appendage she had, however, was instantly beating at him, as if that would drive him back. "GET OFF OF ME!" her body squirmed. She won't make it easy for him to get inside her. Wait, no, she wasn't allowing it, so he WON'T get in! In a last effort, she tightened her free hand and threw a sucker punch. Maybe this stonewall minotaur hadn't been expecting it and will loosen his grip so she could get away. She prayed to her Gods that this was true... this, this can't be happening.

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Bruno grinned internally as he got hold of the girl's right arm and left leg, knowing that the fight was essentially already over. He instantly used his grip on her arm to force her to the ground, as there was no way she could bear his weight on her once her locked her shoulder. Bruno's 'fighting style' had an almost sickening elegance. It was almost enough to turn ones stomach just to think about; he had so much experience with the vile act, that he had practically developed a martial art based entirely around rape, a sickening combination of ju-jitsu and aikido, without any of the morals of either one, and using them for a horrific purpose.

The girl's struggles did not even cause the minotaur's grip to loosen in the slightest, and even when she managed to get in a sucker punch to the beast's jaw, all it seemed to do was piss him off. He snorted angrily as a tiny trickle of blood leaked from his lip, and as he held her down, he used his grip on her leg to spread her painfully wide. The elf girl was clearly quite flexible, but he was raising her foot up past her head, essentially forcing her to do a vertical split.

"You think you're the first girl to come in here prepared to fight, thinking they can beat the system and put me in my place?" he growled, lining his massive cock up with her cunt once she couldn't move. "I've broken hundreds of girls, many of them a lot tougher than you. The moment you stepped in this arena you became nothing more than a piece of meat you little slut. And it's tenderizing time." With that, Bruno utterly impaled the elven swordsmaiden, jamming his ridiculously large prick into her cunt all the way to the hilt, stretching her pussy painfully. Bruno gave Rune no time to adjust and was quickly pumping away, his powerful manhood thudding against her cervix with every gut-stretching thrust as the crowd cheered.

Bruno was merciless, and the girl's suffering only seemed to encourage him. There would be plenty of time for her to learn to enjoy the rough treatment she would receive in the arena. But as far as Bruno was concerned, that wasn't his job. His job was to break the girl's spirit, to shatter her pride and dignity, to make her feel like nothing more than a cheap toy. And he was very, very good at his job.

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Rune had no time to enjoy the fact that she at least got him to bleed. Hell, she didn't even notice it, and that alone was from the pain of being forced into the spread position. The moment he entered her, a scream of pain occurred, growing louder as he thrust into her. The strength of that scream hit his microphone, making it all the louder.

With the first five thrusts, she tried twisting to get out of his grip... three more and she was threatening him again. She will kill him, she will destroy him, he will not take joy from this. Two more thrusts and she went silent.

It only took one more thrust and she tried to struggle now, but it was weak. Her voice was soft "Please, stop, please, I'm sorry, stop, let me go." Tears fell. He won this one.

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Bruno grinned as he heard the elven girl scream in pain, her struggles and tears only arousing the sadistic minotaur further. As she begged him to let her go, the minotaur pulled free of her tight cunt, only to spin her around such that she was facing away from him, gripping her by her wrists. He then used her arms like reins and tugged hard, impaling her asshole on his massive cock. He then forced her up so that she was looking at the audience.

"See all of them watching you slut? By now, you are nothing more than a tool for my pleasure and their amusement." he purred in her ear. "So, if you really want me to stop, then let me hear you really beg. Beg me for mercy, for forgiveness. And maybe, if you beg prettily enough, I'll let you off the hook for now." he growled, still pounding her asshole hard and fast. He was lying of course; he had no intention of letting her off that easily, and no matter how well she begged, he wouldn't stop until he had filled her with his seed.

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Rune coughed and gagged as he slammed into her ass. She's going to be sick, but despite the pain and humiliation she was going through, she wouldn't allow it. She had to keep strong... fight the pain... when he spoke in her ear she turned her head as far as she could, wanting him away from her.

She prayed silently to her Gods in her ancient elven tongue to keep her strong. She closed her eyes, not looking at the audience. At least that, she could keep control of.

Each word she spoke was punctuated with a groan and a cry of pain. "No. Never." She begged once already, it only made it worse. She knew it would only encourage him. "Finish and go to your next toy." Let her heal, please gods, let him finish so she can go.

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Bruno grinned as the girl refused. She probably thought that she was spiting him by resisting, but all she was doing was giving him an excuse to theatrically punish her. And Bruno knew how to play to the crowd. "Oh, that won't do at all." he said, pulling his cock out of her asshole and gripping her by her wrists. The minotaur then bent her over his knee and gave her the spanking of a lifetime, his hand coming crashing down hard with every terrific strike. It wasn't long before the girl's entire ass was the color of a cherry, but he continued, the crowd cheering wildly as he disciplined the unruly elf maiden.

As the cruel punishment continued, Bruno spoke. "You can end this any time. But if you want mercy, you are going to have to beg. Let me here you apologize for being so difficult, and promise to be a good little slut. In those words." he added with a smile, his hand smacking her tanned ass once more. "Come on you little bitch, say it. And loudly, so everyone can hear." he purred, another might spank coloring her buttocks.

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The tears flowed again and Rune's face was the color of a cherry as well---going very well with her hair. The humiliation and excruciating pain was enough. She couldn't recover from this, it was too much. Her pride was going to have to come back another day. She winced at the final smack "... stop hitting me and I'll apologize." Please stop hitting her, please no more. If she just holds out long enough... oh Gods, who was she kidding?

Her voice was faint, he probably could not hear it over the crowd "I'm sorry for being difficult. I promise to be a good ... girl. Just please let me go."

[User] Bruno gave the girl another brutal spank, not letting up the abuse no matter how red the elven maiden's buttocks became. Obviously her whispered apology had not satisfied him, even though his keen ears had heard what she said. "I'm sorry bitch, do you have wax in your pointy ears?" he growled giving her another vicious smack to her ass. "I said say it loudly, and those weren't entirely the words I told you to use either. Now, do you need more encouragement, or are you going to do as you're told? 'Cause I can do this all day." he said with a sick grin, another spank even harder than the last crashing down on her buttocks.

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That final smack caused a wail coming out of her mouth. It's time to give in, Rune, just do as he asked for now. Your pride will have to come another day, there is nothing that can be done.

She spoke loud, now believing his words that he'll be kind and give in "I'm sorry, Bruno. I'm sorry for being difficult. I'll be a ... good slut now." Those words fell out of her mouth with no love for them. She was in pain, every bit of her hurt and she would not be surprised if there had been some broken bones and lacerations on her. Without prompting, more words came, these were the ones with true emotion, the ones she wanted to say "Please let me go, Bruno, I'm sorry. I just want to go home." She winced as the crowd loved her begging. He eyes closed and if Bruno gave her the room, she tried to shrink down, to go fetal and hide her face.

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Bruno grinned triumphantly as the girl begged for mercy, her voice loud enough for the entire crowd to hear her debase herself, which they clearly appreciated. He laughed at the words that followed. "You will never go home my dear, or from another point of view, you will never leave your home. The arena is your home now my dear." he purred, rubbing her reddened ass. He had restrained himself; the girl would be bruised, but nothing was broken.

"However, I'm afraid I can't let you off that easily. If you had done as you were told the first time, maybe. But you missed your chance. Now, I do believe you promised to be a good little slut, and I think I'll hold you too that." With that, Bruno impaled the girl's cunt from behind, ramming himself back into her all the way to the hilt, his massive cock thudding against her cervix and stretching her abdomen. Before she knew it he was thrusting again, not quite as rough this time. The girl's spirit had already experienced the first fractures, now he just had to give the crowd a good show.

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"STOP!" Rune screamed as Bruno slammed in again. She'll be worthless after this, he's right, she couldn't go home. She tried to ignore the yells and taunts of the audience members and the sounds her body was making as Bruno thrust into her. Her eyes remained closed and she mentally tried to go to another place, one that was far, far from here.

Rune finally gave in and just remained still, letting him fuck and destroy her body. She accepted her fate. Yes, her spirit had been broken at this moment, but she will get her pride back. This was the just the first battle, it does not mean the next will be lost.