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Squirming against the restraints was, of course, futile. It was several inch-thick steel permanently welded to the heavy chair, and they were tight. Tight enough to leave bruises and cuts if Ramona struggled too hard.

Alistair grinned as she yelled out, John blinking emotionless as she shouted obscenities. He exited the room to fill the bucket with water, leaving the boss to walk over to the chair & get Ramona ready. "It's just your hair, Ramona. I want to see those icy eyes peering at me behind a blanket of shadow. Black suits you much better." He murmured, kissing her forehead. His own long, jet black hair tickled her cheeks as he did.

He spun the chair around and yanked her head back, fingers running through silken strawberry hair to make it fall below.

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_It's just your hair._ Except it wasn't. It was all Ramona had left of her mother; all her father had left of her. What was he going to do when she came back with black hair? The only reason he still bothered to show her any attention was because she looked a little too much like his late wife. He didn't love her, he loved the memories he was reminded of every time he gazed at her.

"It's not just my hair you bastard!" Every squirm seemed to leave the girl wincing in pain, the restraints digging into pale flesh. If she wasn't careful the damn steel would cut through her, at least, that's what it felt like. _I'd have you on your damn ass if I wasn't tied down._

The blonde scowled the moment the chair was spun around, her head yanked back. "What is with your makeover obsession? You trying to turn me into some bitch you're obsessed with or something?" _If so it really plays into the fucking crazy card._

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And just like everything else that Alistair had already begun digging apart---her dignity, her pride, her humanity---her hair, too, was doomed to be wiped away.

"You keep squirming like that I'll have to patch you up again." He hummed, keeping her head yanked as he thinned out her hair with his fingers. John finally came back with the bucket of water, and Alistair rotated the chair so her hair was now sunk into the bucket that rested upon the desk. He let her hair sit in it for several minutes, shooing John away as he put latex gloves on.

Once her hair was adequately soaked he lifted it out carefully, drying it with the towel and setting the bucket aside. Moments later his bleach-covered gloves were running through her locks, annihilating any semblance of old color. "I suppose it's something like that. I don't expect you to understand yet." His voice was raspy and calm as he massaged her scalp, fingers kneading in an almost meditative, rhythmic fashion.

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It hadn't even been a day yet and Ramona was already going insane. Nothing about this made any sense---he wasn't supposed to be cutting and dyeing her hair, he had kidnapped her for god sake! He should've been starving and beating her... or locking her in a room for days. That's what normal kidnappers did, or at least what she had seen in movies. The only violent thing he had done was slap and choke her.

But here he was giving her a free salon experience. What was wrong with him? The restraints were cutting too roughly into her at this point, she couldn't keep squirming or else she'd end up cutting herself further, that was the only thing he was right about. "You're fucking crazy." It seemed to be one of her favorite insults lately. "I'll kill you." _One way or another._

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Indeed Alistair had been far too kind to her in these moments of respite. Sometimes he pampered and spoiled her like a pet or doll, and others he tossed and hit with little regard to her comfort or safety. His fingers were particularly gentle as they massaged the base of her scalp, being careful to avoid the band-aid from earlier---even though it would've caused her more pain. It was an opportunity he passed up. Why? His conditions for abuse were so strange.

"Everyone's fucking crazy. It's just how well they hide it." He let her hair soak in the bleach for quite a while, continuing to massage until eventually he dipped her hair in that water once again. Rinsing it thoroughly, he dried it again before beginning to repeat the process with black dye.

"Oh? Maybe you will kill me. Wouldn't be the worst way to go. But I'll only let my Ramona kill me. Not this..." he gestured to her general form, "...half-measure."

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"No they're not!" Ramona finally snapped. Her words echoing around the room, she was like a goddamn ticking time bomb. "Not everyone is fucking crazy, just you! Stop trying to blame the entire fucking human race for personality traits only you have." It was a partial lie---others had the personality trait of a sociopath psycho too, but this was about him not them. "All you've done since I met you is go on and on about how you think the world's just like you---and they're not." It was getting boring now, though, the same could be said for her.

"I know you're probably only like this because you think it's revenge for some shitty thing that happened in your past---but I assure you nobody gives a shit." She didn't feel like herself anymore and she knew it was because of the dye---the one thing that connected her to Ramona was gone. But she didn't give a damn about that right now, she needed to make it out alive, and then she could whine about her stripped identity.

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Alistair simply bobbed his head back and forth as he listened to her go on and on. He'd heard all her rhetoric before, fingers heralding in her new identity. How fragile her spirit was, if it was so quickly wiped clean with something as simple as hair color. "We'll see how consistent that viewpoint of yours is over the months. I suspect it stands on shaky foundations." He murmured down to her, dipping those newly black locks in the fresh water---John had replaced it during the bleach phase.

"No, no. It's not revenge. I just do. Holding grudges is a waste of time---either kill them or be done with it. No point in ruminating on it."

Finally her hair was done, her captor drying it diligently. Jet black locks now fell over her face, shielding icy eyes and framing delicate features. He stepped around in front of her as her head fall back into place, holding her small chin in his hand. "Much better." He reached over and grabbed a small handheld mirror, turning it so she could see herself.

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Ramona didn't bother pulling herself out of his grip this time, it was pointless, she wouldn't have been able to anyway. However, she didn't even so much as spare a glance at the mirror, stubbornly turning blue hues away. "I don't want to see it." If she didn't see it: it didn't happen. She could see small strands out of the corner of her eye, but she just imagined it was the strawberry blonde she was used to. Not the damn jet black he had dyed it.

"Do you get off to dyeing people's hair? Maybe you should go into the hairdressing business." And leave me the fuck alone. Already she was exhausted of him; exhausted from everything that had already happened.

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Alistair expression became cold upon her shuns, gripping her cheeks tighter and forcing her head towards the mirror. "Look." He repeated firmly, his strong hands likely surpassing her neck strength.

After she had a good enough look he tossed the mirror aside and landed a clean slap across her face once again---a dosage of pain to usher in the new era, the mirror image of herself stained in her mind. "Enough of the mouth." He scolded. "No, though I do quite adore control. I will show you the extent of mine."

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Ramona looked like a completely different person. It wasn't just the dyed locks that stared back at her; it was the beginning of purple markings lining her neck, the hand-print that was etched onto her cheek. She looked tired too, and she was. It was a given, though, she had never been in a situation like this before so her body wasn't used to the exertion. She yelped in surprise the moment his palm connected with her cheek once again. Touchy much?

Ramona clenched her jaw, tearing her gaze off of him. "Fuck you." She spat in response, eyes narrowing into a glare.


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The feeling of Draco cumming inside Hermione sent sparks through her, and her entire body tensed beneath his as she orgasmed with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her pleasure rolled down her legs and up into her body. "Oh Draco..." she whispered.

Hermione blushed as her head cleared a bit after her orgasm, "I'll leave with you, right now if you want. I can't live without you anymore, and Ron is an idiot. I'll grab my things now if you'll let me come." She looked over at him as he rolled to the side, "Was I... good for you Draco?"

[Assistant] "Oh, yes." His smile widened. "You were excellent. Much better than other girls I've been with. And how about me?" Draco couldn't believe that Hermione Hermione was asking for his opinion. Making a mental note to replenish the Amortentia later on, Draco got shakily out of the bed. He was still ready to have another go, and yet it wouldn't do to take any unnecessary risks. "Come with me. Take your things, and well..." He could hardly suppose that no one would notice if they walked out of the Burrow. "Tell the Weasleys and Potter that you want nothing to do with them anymore. I don't suppose they can do anything. You aren't married. It's your right. Go on. I'm waiting."

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"You were amazing Draco... I loved every second of it. I didn't know rough sex could be so good." Hermione blushed as she stood and grabbed her wand, using it to gather her things much more quickly. Once she was done, she swallowed nervously before composing herself and heading downstairs.

This is what Draco wants, she thought to herself. When she entered the kitchen, she cleared her throat, then said, "I'm leaving, tonight. Now. And I'm not coming back. I'm done with all of this, and it's time I go make my own life. I'm sorry if this hurts, and Ron, you should find someone who you can actually keep up with intellectually. Don't try to argue or stop me, because my mind is made up, and I'll curse anyone who gets in my way." She spun on her heels and walked back upstairs to get her things, not looking back or waiting for a response. She left a shocked silence at the table, with Ron looking sick to his stomach, but all she cared about was Draco. He actually wanted her, and she'd be his, in any way he wanted.

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Ron had got to his feet, staring around. He was dumbfounded. "What did she say?" he said in a hoarse whisper. "Did you hear her?" His father waved it down. "She was just asking, Ron. Sit down." There were a few mutters around the table. "I'll go check on her," the red-head replied, and rushed up the stairs in Hermione's wake.

Draco was nodding approvingly as Hermione walked back into the room. He pulled her in for a brief kiss. "That's my girl. Now, it's time to---" his words were cut short as he noticed Ron standing in the doorway. The Weasley's face was ashen white. Draco grinned, disentangling himself from the brunette. "What's it, Weasley? Hermione and I were just leaving."

"You snogged her," Ron said in a disbelieving voice. He moved forward like a man in a dream. He fished out his wand. "Don't be ridiculous," Draco simpered. "She'd curse you into a thousand pieces. Wouldn't you, Hermione?"

[User] The kiss made Hermione shiver with delight, and when Draco had called her his girl so approvingly, she could've melted right there. Instead, that freckly little git had to barge in and ruin everything. Hermione already had her wand out and pointed at Ron before Draco had spoken. "I will if I have to. Don't make me hurt you Ronald. I love Draco, not you, and I'm leaving with him right now. I don't care what you think about it. Now stand aside, or you'll be in St. Mungo's until Easter."

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Draco laughed softly, clapping a hand on her. "Told you. Now, are you leaving or not? No one wants to hurt you, Weasley. So go fuck yourself." It seemed as if Ron could hardly believe what was happening. He moved a little closer. He spoke as if it caused him a great deal of pain. "A while back.. when we were having dinner... you were moaning."

"Oh, yes. That was me," Draco smiled. "And she's agreed that I'm much better than you." Almost as if he wanted to goad on Weasley, he slowly pulled up Hermione's robes. "Hermione's wet whenever she thinks of me, aren't you?" Ron snarled, brandishing his wand. It hit Draco on the chest, and he tumbled onto the floor with a grunt.

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Hermione blushed as Draco exposed her. It made her feel like a plaything more than a lover, but he was right, even now she was so wet for him, and not just because his cum was running down her inner thighs from their earlier fuck.

Almost as quickly as Ron's spell hit Draco, her own hit Ron. It dropped him to the floor instantly, alive but gravely injured. She used a quick memory charm on Ron so he'd have no memory of what had happened here, then ran to Draco, "Oh god Draco, please be okay!" She apparated them away to the entrance of Malfoy Manor before anyone came to see what the commotion had been, not knowing where else to go, then examined Draco for injuries.

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Draco had got to his feet with a hiss, and that's when she Apparated him to the Manor. He managed to hitch up a smile. "Good one. And there's no need to look so worried, I'm alright. What curse did you use? Is he seriously injured?" He looked around the house. His parents probably wouldn't approve of a Mudblood. Well, it was better to strike the "probably" on that. They definitely wouldn't like it. "Come on. No one's home right now. Let's go up to my room." He led the way upstairs. "Tell me something, Hermione. Would you like to taste me?"

Meanwhile, the remaining residents of the Burrow had rushed upstairs to check on the commotion. Harry was kneeling beside Ron. He'd lost lots of blood and remained comatose.

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Hermione looked a bit guilty as Draco asked about the curse. She'd acted on instinct, and perhaps a bit too harshly, but that idiot had attacked Draco, and she couldn't allow that. "I um... I used sectum sempra. I'm sorry. But Molly is good at healing charms, so I'm sure he'll survive."

She followed Draco upstairs, shivering as she realized that the last time she'd been here, she'd been tortured by Bellatrix, but that Draco had tried to protect them by lying. She stumbled slightly as Draco asked his question. Did he mean...? Her pulse raced at the idea, and she managed to whisper, "Please Draco. I've never wanted anything more."

Back at the Burrow, Molly rushed up and shrieked as she saw Ron in a pool of blood. She pushed everyone aside and started tending to him frantically. She managed to staunch the bleeding, but couldn't heal the slash completely, and Ron still didn't wake.

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The Weasleys were barricaded at St. Mungos, where Ron was being treated. Everyone was looking frantic, and after what seemed like forever, the redhead opened his eyes. "Hermione attacked me," he said in a barely audible whisper. "She disappeared with Draco."

"Good to hear," Draco grinned. His eyes shined solemnly as he pulled the brunette towards him. He hardly hesitated in stripping naked, exposing his boxers again. The fact that he was aroused was very visible. He stroked Hermione's head softly. "You'd really like to taste it, huh?" He pulled down the underwear, revealing his fully-erect cock. It nearly poked her head. He stepped back an inch or so, lying down on the bed. "Go ahead then."

[User] Hermione swallowed heavily as Draco pulled down his boxers. The sight of his perfect cock made her so nervous in the best way. As he moved back onto the bed, she sank to her knees in front of him. She'd only done this a couple of times with Ron. Would she be good enough? She leaned in close, inhaling his clean, masculine scent just before slowly licking up his long cock. She moaned at the taste, and she could feel herself getting wet already. "Draco, you taste... unbelievable." Without waiting for a response, she took him in her warm, wet mouth, sucking it adoringly.


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"That's a foul!" Harry shouted, rushing towards Ginny Weasley on Firebolt. He was tired of yelling at different people the whole day. No one seemed to be taking the practice seriously. "You aren't supposed to use elbows too much, Ginny! We'll try that again." He flew towards the middle of the pitch before blowing his whistle. Hopefully, they'd have the sense to not mess up this time.

After the practice, he traipsed up the familiar path to Gryffindor tower, hoisting the broom onto his shoulder. Harry wondered whether he'd be seeing the lovebirds again. He'd prefer to not run into them if he could. Sure enough, he had barely turned the corridor when a shriek assailed his years. "Won-won!" Lavender Brown yelled, flinging herself into Ron's arms. Throwing them a nasty look, Harry pushed open the Portrait Hall, looking for his best friend.

"Hermione?" he said, finally spotting her on a nearby table. "Can you help me with some homework, please?"

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Hermione looked up at Harry, pointedly ignoring Ron and Lavender as they entered behind him. She'd managed to move on from feeling jealous about it. She'd realized a while back that her feelings for Ron had been nothing more than a childhood crush. It was laughable when she really thought about it. As much as she cared for Ron as a friend, he was a bit of an idiot. He was clearly never going to amount to anything, and she had real aspirations. She wanted to change the world. Ron was going to be content with some mediocre job that went nowhere, unlike Harry...

She snapped out of that line of thought deliberately. Harry was her best friend, and he didn't feel that way about her. Who would, with girls like Cho and Ginny around? "Of course Harry, unlike some people you actually seem to appreciate my help. How was practice?" She could smell him as he sat beside her, that masculine scent of clean sweat and exertion, and the familiar scent of the boy she'd spent so much time with. It was distracting, but she had to focus.

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Harry laughed as she complimented him. "Well, you're the best at schoolwork here," he said in an innocent voice, though the boy's eyes gleamed mischievously. "And it wasn't bad." He sat down couch next to her. His eyes hovered over Hermione's bushy hair, lying across her shoulders. "Ron was pretty good, actually. But others were messing things up. I guess we'd have a good Chaser during the next session." He paused. "Or at least I hope so. But now-" He stretched his arms for a moment, unknowingly exposing biceps.

He then rummaged in a bag, fishing out a few textbooks. "Do you know, I'm still having trouble believing we're officially in college now." He grinned. "It's already been eight years! Anyway-" He thumbed through a textbook. "It's Transfiguration I need help with. I don't understand this bit. How exactly do you transform a pig into-" His words were cut short as Lavender let out a giggle. "Ah. Just ignore them, you know," he muttered, turning back to Hermione.

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Hermione watched Harry closely as he moved, and when he flashed his biceps, she had to consciously try not to bite her lip. His body was so lean. She nodded along as he talked about Quidditch, not really caring, but wanting to seem interested. She wasn't shocked that Harry was having trouble with transfiguration. All that talent in defense against the dark arts, and yet transfiguration had never been a strength for Harry. She would be more than happy to tutor him though, nice and close.

She was so focused on Harry that she hadn't even noticed Lavender giggling, so she blinked in confusion for a moment at Harry's comment. She looked around, then frowned as she realized what he meant, "Harry, it's fine. I told you I'm over it. Ron is my friend, and that's what he'll always be. Besides, who could ignore them? It's like a pair of blast-ended skrewts fighting when they snog."

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"Well, I was just saying. I know you're upset." Harry turned slightly red. He'd never really talked to her about this before. "But you can't let him to get to you, really. He's being a git right now." Of course, they were still friends. And yet, he didn't like the way Ron was treating Hermione. He shrugged. "I don't like seeing you upset, that's all. Now, can you help me or not?" He pulled out a roll of parcement, unscrewed his ink-bottle and dipped a quill in it. He poised it on front of the material, waiting for her to dictate. He reminisced about Ron, who was also keen to take Hermione's help almost every time. He smiled slightly.

Ron was muttering something, and it was followed by a shriek of laughter. Harry's head throbbed. "Want to take a walk outside? By the lake? We can complete this there." He touched her arm.

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Harry's concern for her was sweet. In fact, it made Hermione's heart flutter in a way she tried to ignore. Harry was such a kind person, and he never let her down when it truly mattered. Wait, he was asking her to walk with him by the lake? That sounded almost romantic. And then he finished with the bit about the homework, and she felt... disappointed? That was ridiculous. They were just friends. But when he touched her arm, it made her heart race.

"I think that's the only way we're going to get anything done, unfortunately. At least the weather is nice." She quickly gathered her things and left the noisy common room with Harry, eager to be away from Ron and alone with Harry. To do homework, of course.

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"Well, I'm glad you agree with me," Harry smiled. He pushed open the Portrait hall, making his way down the corridor. It was teemed with students rushing around. "Do you remember, you'd brought me breakfast in our fourth year. Ron wasn't talking to me then. Of course, I doubt he's even mad at you right now. He's just-" he shook his head. Just an asshole, he was about to say. He didn't want to hurt Hermione, though. They neared the lake, shimmering brightly in the sun. He sat down on the lawn. It was more of a collapse. He was quite exhausted. "Well, then." He shoved the book into Hermione's arms, scooting a little closer. He noticed that her skin was unusually soft. Almost sensuous.

"You've got me, Hermione. I mean, not to sound crass or anything. But I just want you to know that you can talk to me whenever you want to." He cleared his throat, pulling out the parchment again. "Go ahead, won't you? I've got to complete this quickly."

[Assistant] Hermione followed along, listening to Harry try to soothe her about Ron. She was over it, but she was enjoying Harry's concern for her, so she said nothing. She took the book from him, noticing how close he got to her. He smelled so good. No, she needed to focus. She took the book from Harry and started looking over his work, finding mistakes that needed correcting, "Thank you Harry. You've always been such a good friend. Don't worry about Ronald. I've realized I need to move on, maybe find a different guy that will actually notice me." She glanced briefly at Harry as she said the last.

[User] "Well, you'll find someone." Harry smiled at her, realizing that his stomach had given a jolt when she mentioned about moving on. She wasn't obsessed with him, after all. It gave him a queasy, almost satisfied feeling. "And thanks for your help." He took back the notebook. "I know he's being an asshole right now, but I hope he'd come around, you know." He was blinded by a series of emotion that left him in a heady brew. He struggled to express himself. "You deserve someone better." He slung an arm around Hermione, pulling her a little closer. He wondered whether she'd mine. They'd seldom been so class, after all.

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The way Harry had put his arm around her as he told her she deserved someone better made Hermione blush. She almost thought he was referring to himself, but that was ridiculous, right? She instinctively snuggled up to his warmth, relaxing a bit. It was time to admit to herself that she liked him, but she doubted he felt that way about her. Still, she was enjoying this closeness.

"Thank you Harry. You're right, I do deserve better. Someone smarter, kinder, braver, more handsome..." She looked up into his green eyes as she said the last.


[User] Cameron looked down at the woman, now tied up in his van, her legs slightly hanging over the edge of the van. He reached down and gripped the woman's hair tightly, then wrapped it around his palm and knuckles. He kneeled down a little and yanked it as roughly as he could, pulling her body into the van. "Nice underwear. You really wear that sort of stuff huh? Figured you'd wear something really weird." He laughed, then walked over to the door to his van and slammed it shut hard. "Now, for our first order of business." He smirked, getting onto his hands and knees and crawling over to her. He raised both of his fists above his head and brought them down hard onto her stomach. "Just in case you feel like trying to stage some sort of escape. This is what happens if you resist."

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Amber stood still as he tied her hands together before feeling him force her down into the van. Her face hit the rough floor sending a wave of pain through her head. "Ahh!" She screamed out in pain as her pulled her into the van by her hair. Tears rolled from her eyes as he began to talk about her panties. She tried to move her legs to cover herself but it was no use.

She flinched hearing the van door close. She began to tremble as she heard each hand and knee hit the van floor as he crawled over to her. She looked up at him sadly. Opening her mouth to speak before feeling the force of his hands hit her stomach. She cried out again as she started to cry more. "Please..." she looked at him with a crackled voice. "I give you anything you want..."

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Cameron looked right through Amber as she begged him not to hit her again and he smirked. "Truly fucking pathetic. I thought daddy dearest would've taught you how to handle a little beating?" He questioned, raising his right fist and slamming it against her face. He sniffed and flipped his hair out of his face smugly. "So weak. I can't believe my luck." He taunted, crawling between her legs and ripping her underwear off, then, he leaned over her body and ripped her bra off, the clips snapping straight off at the force her applied to it.

"Just in case you're hiding something in there, wouldn't want a surprise. Plus. Product like you? You definitely aren't allowed luxury like your dignity." He explained, tossing her ruined clothing into the corner. He stood up and walked to the front of the van, leaning over the seats and sliding into the driver seat. "Okay, now. Stay laid down and you won't go far." He laughed, then pressed the accelerator and sped off from the scene of the crime.

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Amber winced feeling his fist crash down on her face. She tried to keep her legs closed and away as he crawled between them. She whimpered hearing the tearing of fabric as he ripped her clothing from her body leaving her naked. Her sex was smooth as she had just shaved that morning.

She slowly pressed her knees together. Praying that he wouldn’t touch her. Though she feared once they reach their destination he was going to regardless. That or someone else would. She watched as he climbed into the front seat then felt the jolt as the van drove. Her stomach aches in pain from the first blow. She slowly licked her lip. Tasting her own blood as her lip was cut open. This was just the beginning...

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The ride to the location he would keep her at was smooth, regardless of if Cameron was speeding or not. Once he arrived at the location, he turned off the engine and pulled the key out of the ignition slowly. "I'm gonna come back there and cut those ropes off your ankles, and you'd better spread those legs without a fight, or I will beat you again." He warned her, reaching into his glovebox and pulling out a large black knife. He closed up the glove compartment, causing a loud thud to spread throughout the van as he did. Cameron stood up, kneeling to avoid hitting his head on the roof of the van.

Cameron's boots slammed against the fabric that was spread in the rear of the van and and he smirked, looking down at the young woman who was laid in front of him, he pulled her legs out straight and cut through the rope, releasing her legs and looked up at her face, expecting her co-operation.

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Amber nodded as he spoke to her once he pulled the van to a stop. She wasn’t ready to fight yet. Not without knowing where she was. She also didn’t know what he was capable of and at this moment she didn’t want to test it. She held her breath as she heard him walk back. The power of his boots against the floor causes the van to slightly rock. She flinched slightly as he cut the rope from her ankles.

She looked down at him as he looked at her. She could feel her cheeks get warm as she felt him staring. She laid her head back on the van floor and closed her eyes before slowly spreading her legs apart. Her body trembling as her heart raced. Her breath was shaky as she waited for what was to come.

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Cameron tossed the knife into the furthest corner of the van and sighed. "Damn. Not bad at all. Nice and shaved for me huh? I bet you're a real whore." He taunted, putting his arms under her knees and pulling her close to him. He leaned down, putting his face right up against her crotch and licking his lips, before placing his tongue against her clit slowly. Once he made contact with the flesh, he rolled his tongue up and down it slowly, and rolled his eyes up to look up at her face as he licked her.

"Just wanna get you nice and wet. Wouldn't want to have to go in dry now, would I?" He grinned, continuing to lick her clit, allowing himself to speed up a little, after a minute or so, he began to go lower, licking around her hole, and occasionally pushing his tongue into it a tiny bit, allowing the stubble on his chin to tickle her backside a little each time.

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Amber whimpered as he pulled her closer to him. She wiggled slightly as he moved his face down and began to lick her clit. A sad pant escaped her lips as she squeezed her eyes a little tighter. Her legs trembled against him as he moved faster before moving down to lick her more. Her pussy was betraying her as it started to get wet under his tongue.

"No... stop..." she said as she tried to move back away from him trying to close her legs and move his head from her body.

[User] "Mmmm, you're getting wet aren't you?" Cameron laughed, feeling the warmth of her pussy as he licked her slowly, he reached down and pulled his pants and underwear down a little bit, revealing his rather large member. "Oh I'm gonna love this." Cameron muttered, pulling her closer again as she squirmed a little bit out of his grip, he let go of her legs and got to his knees, presenting his cock to her in its full glory. "Now, just stay still, it will be so much better for you if you just lay there and take it. You'll probably even like it." He taunted, biting his tongue and leaning down again, pushing the tip of his penis against her entrance gently.

[Assistant] Amber looked down at him as he pulled her closer. His cock was bigger than she had been with before. She tried to move away again. "No!" She felt him press his cock against her pussy that was already wet for him. "No stop! Help! Someone help!" She continued to try to move away. She brought her one leg up and kicked him in his chest pushing him back as she tried to scramble away.

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Cameron grinned as the women fought back. "Mmm, I like that, I like it when they fight back. Don't worry, I'll make sure you practically beg for it the longer you're with me." He grunted, reaching his hands up and grabbing her ankles again, using the leverage to pull her legs open again, he pushed his member up against her again and this time slid inside. He let out a low grunt as it slid inside her, allowing it to completely enter her until his thighs pressed against hers. "Oh yeah... That's fucking good..." He groaned, squeezing her ankles tight as he held her legs open.

"Nobody will hear you all the way out here, Amber." He told her, looking up into her eyes, a grimace of complete enjoyment spread over his face as he looked at her. He clearly enjoyed torturing this young woman.

[Assistant] Amber whimpered softly as he slid into her stretching her pussy around his hard cock. "Please stop..." she looked up at the ceiling as tears welded up in her eyes. Her legs trembled against his as he held tightly to her ankles.


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Jackson looked at her his heart pounding in his chest as she began to stir and awaken. She watched the girl as she questioned her surroundings she seemed to notice his growing erection and he quickly wished it wasn't growing at every word she spilled from her lips. She cascaded words as they were going to throw darts at him.

He walked over to the bed and sat beside her. "Carrie, you have awoken. I'm glad." He said watching her as he did. He hoped she didn't hear his heart the way he did. "I brought you here so we could be together. This isn't your permanent room, it's just a guest room for now. When I know you won't try to leave you will share my room."

He looked at her and she seemed scared. "I am sorry if I have scared you. That wasn't my intention. I want you. No, I need you. Carrie Lawson, you are all I've dreamed about since the moment I met you."

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Staring at the stranger, Carrie noticed one thing. This man's erection was still growing as if he intended to use it on her no matter what. Instinctively, Carrie used her arms to try to cover up her breasts, and huddled herself closer together. The man wasted no time and was soon sitting on the bed beside her. His words seemed kind, but Carrie doubted they were sincere. Be together? Carrie questioned mentally. Seriously who the hell was this guy? It certainly wasn't someone she had even considered in a romantic way. Maybe he was one of the men she'd waited on. But then, none of them seemed capable of doing something this insane. It became clear that she was going to be stuck here. He mentioned she would share his room when he was certain she wouldn't try to leave. In what reality did he think she was going to ever decide to be with him willingly?

The man continued, claiming he hadn't meant to scare her, before saying he wanted, needed her. He clearly knew her full name, but still, she didn't know who he was. Carrie tried to move away from the man, finding herself completely creeped out. "Seriously, who the hell are you?" Carrie hissed out.

"Let's be clear here. You decided that the only way you could have me was to fucking kidnap me?" Carrie said coldly. "Oh yeah, that's a great idea." Carrie said. "I don't even know you, why the fuck would you think I would want you?"

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Jackson looked at her as she seemed scared. She tried to huddle herself closer. He placed a hand gently on her arm. "Listen, I won't use it on you unless necessary. Don't worry. I'm sorry it's just your an angel and when you see something so perfect my body can't help but react." He was dark hair compared to her blonde. It was a dark auburn color and he had matching eyes. It worked with his pale white skin. He was tall and worried it would loom over her.

Fear was something he didn't want to instill unless he had to. He wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. That was her and oh how he wanted her. He shifted his legs to try to hide it from her. "Listen, don't you remember me. How could you forget?" He asked her. "It's me, Jackson, Jackson Graham. We met a year ago at one of the parties I hosted? Your boss made you work that night even though you had other plans. I told him he had to let you go to your other thing. He did after I bribed him of course. Don't you remember?" He paused looking at her, waiting for it to come back.

"I asked for one dance before you left, and then you were gone and I tried to call but never got an answer from you."

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Carrie nearly jumped when the man touched her. His words were completely creepy. As if this wasn't already terrifying enough. Here she was, a captive of some guy who claimed he knew her, needed her. It seemed like he was determined, and all Carrie could think was that maybe, if she played along, she could somehow escape. That didn't mean it would even work. He seemed like a creep, completely obsessed with her.

The male continued, claiming his name was Jackson, and they had met before. A year ago? God, who could remember that? Parties were common, and she always had to work. It wasn't like Carrie made an effort to care about the hosts or guests. She was only there to work, nothing more. "Hardly." Carrie finally said, thinking it might appease him.

"You asked. It wasn't like I would have even if you weren't a creep." His mentioning he had been calling, that sent her back into the memories of how she knew this man. He had been obsessed to the point that Carrie had to change her phone number twice! "I'm so getting that restraining order on you when I get free." Carrie threatened.

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She looked so worried and Jackson couldn't understand why she fought him so. He understood his methods were less then normal but he wanted her and he was used to getting what he wanted. He looked at her studying her reaction.

"You won't be getting free you are on my island. I have food dropped from an airplane monthly. No ships pass here and we are far away from land. You would kill yourself trying to leave. Plus, you will see how well this will work. We are meant for each other." He said looking at her carefully.

"Can I bring you food and water? You haven't are or drank since they brought you here. I want to make sure you stay healthy." He exclaimed as he stood up and looked down on her. He wanted her but wouldn't take it, not now.

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Carrie glared as Jackson explained that they were on an island and there was no hope for an escape for her. "No, we're definitely not meant for each other. You are an obsessed creep with delusions that I could love you." Carrie hissed out. She was scared, and worried, but what could she do now? Even though she was a good swimmer, there was a high chance she would die before she made it to safety.

"I would rather die." Carrie hissed out when he offered food or water. "Let me go... Or kill me. Those are your options." Carrie pointed out. She was shaking now, out of pure anger. Hell, she was glad she'd never given Jackson that chance at all. He had always seemed off to her. And he was proving it now, holding her hostage and claiming she would love him like he loved her. As if!

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She was driving him crazy. Jackson was standing over her and kept an eye on her. He watched her debating his next move. "Stop this." He leaned down and gripped her chin and made her look at him.

"I'm not trying to be cruel but your testing my patience. What can I make you to eat. You have to eat." He spoke taking in her sight and wanting to make sure she knew the rules.

"I do this for you. You can't see it now, but one day you will, one day you will see. I need you and you need me." He had determined he was to do everything in his power to make her his and he would do it at all costs.

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Carrie gasped as the man grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. The only thing she could do was glare back at the man. His words finally began to make sense. Jackson was no longer kind to her, instead he was now demanding that she had to eat. "I would rather die! You can't make me eat." Carrie mentioned. She knew he was trying to make it clear who was in charge, but she had choices here too.

The reality was, she would rather die than be forced into anything by an obsessed man.

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Jackson looked at her his eyes getting angry. He wouldn't allow her to die. Not after all the work and time he put into it. He let go of her chin and went to the cupboard throwing a pale pink dress on the bed.

"Put this on, right now. Unless you want to continue to make my cock throb with your indecency." He walked out the door locking it behind him, the key turning in the door canceling out all her access outside the room.

He went to the kitchen and got food on a tray prepared to force it down her throat I'd he had too. He made a smoothie with the food she needed in it. He went back to the room and came inside. "You will drink this or there will be consequences."

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Carrie knew that one way or another, she was going to get her wish. Sure, it had never been her intention to due so young, but she would take death over the alternative any day. "Fuck you! You probably raped me while I was out, like the creep you are!" Carrie exclaimed as he walked out the door and locked it. She made no move to get dressed, instead focusing on how she could get him to kill her. If that was her only way out, she would take it.

It wasn't long before he reentered with some disgusting looking smoothie. Jackson claimed there would be consequences if she refused, but there was no way in hell she was going to drink that. "I will not drink that." Carrie said coldly, turning away from the man. "If these are my options, to either accept you as a lover no matter how much I hate you, or to die... Then please, kill me."

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Jackson looked at her. "I wouldn't fuck you while you were sleeping, I'd fuck you now though, which obviously I see you didn't bother to change." He said when looking at the door he closed it and came to the bed. "I never offered death as an option. You were only given one option and that was to be my lover. I don't want you to die. But I don't understand why you continue to reject me. See that I am not as bad as you think I am. I'm no saint but I'm not the devil either. Not yet. I will be if you continue to push my buttons." He shouted as he then went to the cupboard.

Opening it he pulled out rope. "You will drink the smoothie, or I will force it to you. I do it for your health and you require your substance." He said as he looked at her carefully. He wished she would have dressed how her alluring breasts perked out for him, waiting under that bra. His dick was pushing hard against his trousers waiting for realise. "Fuck, Carrie. Drink this please."

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Carrie laughed as he heard Jackson's words. "You may not have, but I would rather die than be your lover! You're a fucking creep, and there's no way in hell I would ever love you. In what world did you think that my rejecting you meant I wanted you?" Carrie pointed out angrily. "There are a lot more handsome men than you. Truth is, I didn't dance with you because you're not my type. You're not handsome, you're just a stalker and a creep who couldn't get the message." Carrie hissed out.

"I'm not drinking that!" Carrie declared coldly. Sure, she knew he had ropes in his hands now, but it didn't matter. If she had to, Carrie would find a way to kill herself. If it really was the only way to escape her captor.

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Jackson looked at her and watched carefully. "I won't let you die, you know that, don't you?" He asked her as she continued to throw insults at him. He moved closer to her and grabbed her arm tying it to the headboard and doing the same to her other hand. "I don't want to take extreme measures. You know that. I just want to take care of you. You could have anything with me. You know that. Yet you continue to deny me."

He kissed her head before opening the drawer holding a ring gag. "Please do this the easy way. I don't want to have to force you. It could go easier if you wanted to actually allow it to happen." He didn't understand why she continued to fight him and as he sat beside her he knew that it was hard to be so near to her and continue to resist. Too far she would push and things would go beyond what he was dreaming of have happen.

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Carrie glared and tried to fight back as Jackson tied her arms to the headboard. He kept trying to reason with her, which made Carrie scoff as she stared at him. "I don't want you!" Carrie pointed out coldly. "The only thing I want is to get the hell away from you." Carrie mentioned. She flinched and tried to move her head away as he tried to kiss her head. Jackson was such a creep, and the worst part of this whole thing was that it seemed like he didn't even know what he was doing was wrong. But then, he was like many of her customers, those stupid rich men who took what they wanted instead of earning it. She felt like a conquest that Jackson would get bored of soon enough, and that was probably going to be what saved her.

Carrie let out a laugh as Jackson mentioned he didn't want to force her, and mentioned it would be easier is she allowed it to happen. "No, you do." Carrie said coldly. "I didn't ask for you to kidnap me against my will, lock me in this room and claim I will be yours no matter what. I don't even know you, and I sure as hell don't want you. Get that through your thick skull and let me go!" Carrie said coldly, attempting to kick Jackson as hard as she could considering she was halfway tied down.

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Jackson looked at her. "You continue to deny me. But no one knows your here, they made sure to cover their asses. You are staying here. You will see." He looked at her his eyes cold with his mission, he wanted her to eat and he would make sure she did. When she tried to fight him, he climbed on top of her his knees spread around the girl's thighs.

"Normally this would be a wonderful invitation. But right now my focus is food." He said bringing the ring gag closer to her. "Are you sure you won't eat normal otherwise I have to make sure you eat this." He said looking at her knowing that things would get rough if she didn't eat what he brought her, he had included a bunch of healthy vegetables and fruits alongside her protein that she would need. He included a few vitamin tablets to blend as well.

"Very well." He said bringing the ring gag closer to her face, grabbing her chin he held it. "I wish you would behave. If you were smart about this it could all go very differently."

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Carrie knew she was pissing Jackson off, but he didn't seem to realize what he was doing was beyond wrong. Jackson soon trapped her underneath his body weight as he made sure she couldn't fight him. With their bodies so close, she could now feel his hard on against her inner thigh, making her more uncomfortable. "That looks disgusting, and for all I know, you're trying to poison me! You're clearly insane!" Carrie pointed out.

She was aware of the ring gag which he kept taunting her with, and at this rate, the only idea Carrie could come up with was to play nice. Eat the horrible food, and as soon as Jackson was gone, she could puke it up. Suddenly, and idea popped into Carrie's mind. Maybe it was a bad one, but it could work to distract Jackson long enough for her to avoid this disgusting food. She might not like her idea, but it was the best one she had. More likely than not, Jackson would be all for her idea.

"How about....?" Carrie said softly, thinking it over. "You must be aching with need, I can feel your throbbing cock, itching for release." Carrie said with a smile. "How about you let me suck it, and we have some real fun before I eat?" Carrie asked with a smile, wondering if Jackson would cave to her distraction.

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She looked like she has a thought in her head. She was smart and was one of the many things he liked about her. The idea of a blowjob was more than a wonderful idea.

"I would love to accept your offer but I also think you are up to something you smart girl. I know it looks disgusting but looks can be deceiving. I want you healthy. You need to stay safe for any future projects we might do. Who knows? Someday you might love me and when you do. You will want to travel the world with me and then you will regret not having ate and you became weak." Jackson leaned close to her ear. "But I can show you? Would you like that, while you eat to play with something hard and wanting you. It's all it's wanted the past year, and it's waited patiently too."


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Princess Elena... soon to be Queen Elena of the Kingdom of Ascarlon. Though none of her wanted the royalty. Thankfully she wasn't fit to rule. Her motive of revenge had left her numb to the idea of running the Kingdom. Now she waited for her Brother to walk her up the aisle. To announce a King she had to marry. To marry she had to find royal blood. Too much time had passed since her father's passing and she was aching to start tracking the killer. Though the trail would be cold she had to find something.

Fixing the white wedding dress around her shoulders she heard the music. Her cue to start her walk down the aisle. She was not here for love. She desired none of it. She had one purpose, to kill the assassin who had robbed her father from her. These thoughts swarming her mind as she elegantly crossed the carpet and through the aisle. The scruffy looking Lord stood awaiting the ceremony. They held this for tradition but they all knew the reasons behind their union. That was why the ceremony lasted but five minutes. No vows, and no kiss. Instead she immediately turned and walked away. Nobody blamed her. They had seen what she had become.

The young lady made her way to her room to change. A rough pair of used villagers closed she had washed twice for good measure. They would do for her journey. She would cross taverns and the local guilds. Most wouldn't talk without a pretty penny so that was the reason she hefted a large coin purse alongside her other things. Two daggers, a long bow and quiver with arrows. Mostly prepared.

With all her things now together she began her trek to the nearest village. Taking a horse from the stables as she rode South...

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Darius was back from a job he never wanted to take and was in a foul mood. The guild leader made him take out a hit on a well liked a and good business owner who helped others. Sure he was an assassin but he killed because he was good at it. He didn't derive pleasure from it but he did his best to make life better for the whole of the kingdom. He had enough of the contracts for money alone and decided it was time for a change of leadership in the guild.

He had already snuck his way through the guild using his magic of the shadows to conceal his presence. He slowly hugged the walls and made his way to the leaders office. Darius was the only one skilled enough to pull this off and had realized the leader had been off his game as of late. He inched his way into the office and saw his target laying down in restful sleep.

Darius gave no time for reaction or protest as he shoved his rapier coated in poison into the leaders throat. Kneeling down beside him he whispered. "I'm sorry Korvis but your time is over and you knew it. You purposely pushed me didn't you, because you knew you had made mistakes as of the late. Rest well and we will pray to the mistress for you to be her eternal messenger." He pulled out the rapier and walked out to tell the guild the news.

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Elena had traveled from the castle walls many times before. Many times it was for opportunities to learn how to rule which she neglected easily enough. Trips that sent her on her search for a suitable groom for her kingdom. Though she wanted revenge she would not give her kingdom for it. The man she had bestowed the right to had been quite noble. He had assured her of his standing and had proven trustworthy. She held no worry as she pushed on.

Her first stop was the village of Ergon. It was only a couple miles south of the castle and held many guilds for her to start snooping. She would have to be smart but that was something she wasn't all too worried about. Her business was hers and hers alone. She would gladly fight for her privacy. After the guard and nobles had come to terms with her goals she had started training with the Knights. Learning combat and using her size to an advantage. She hadn't had a chance to try her metal in actual combat yet.

It had grown close to supper time when she finally reached the village. Her first stop was to the local inn to stable her horse and to rent a room to stay in for the night. Having not been hungry, Elena didn't stay for supper at the inn. Instead she began her search in earnest. Though some of the more honorable guilds worked during the day and were closed by such a time, the less than honorable were still open. Her first and most likely lead was the Assassin guild she had picked up gossip on.

She left her bow and arrows in her room and hid one of her daggers in her boat before hanging another at her side. If they had her remove her weapons for any reason she wouldn't be defenseless. Then she made her way. The female opening the doors to the Guild Hall in earnest. She couldn't openly ask anyone. She could get back stabbed. Instead she decided to request for the Guild Master. An audience would give her a chance to clear up any chances her fathers killer had been a guild assassin.

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As Darius walked out from the guild leaders chambers he yelled out to the members. "All of you gather, I have some news." He stood in front of the doorway and waited for the members that were currently there to gather round him. His rapier was still drawn and covered in blood. His face was serious and a little sad, no one knew that the leader practically raised him since he was eight years old.

Darius sighed and didn't see a woman walk in to the guild hall as he started to speak again. "Everyone Korvis is dead by my hand and by written code of out guild and of our mistress I take up his mantle as the guild leader. If anyone objects you my claim the right to fight me in honorable combat if you are proven and baptized in the name of out mistress." None of the senior members dared to step forward knowing his abilities and gift for fighting.

He nodded his head after five minutes of waiting for anyone to appose him. "Then with no objections I will be giving out assignments to those of you have none. All current assignments are still in contract and we wont break out contracts. We are assassins not barbarians." The room erupted with laughter at the joke. "Back to work and the ceremony will be held tonight in the sanctuary that is all." He waived them off and turned to see the woman. "Ah a new face what can I do you for?"

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As Elena entered it seemed some event had taken place. The female remaining silent as she just watched. Intrigued for a moment before the gentleman who was speaking turned to her. From his speech he had proclaimed himself the leader of this guild. A smile coming to her face politely. She would lie about her identity. If she didn't it wouldn't be safe. "So you are the guild leader? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Rosalin Fys. I'm still quite new in town. I was looking to see what type of work this guild offers. How dangerous the contracts can be." She spoke.

The way he answered her question would tell her if this guild was capable of housing such a member. If So then she would have to find out who. Hopefully it hadn't been the fool this man had murdered. She wanted to make him suffer what taking her father from her. She had only caught a mere glimpse but she couldn't recognize a face. It had happened quickly though she fought hard to remember it all clearly.

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Darius looked her up and down as she asked some questions and gave her name. He was wary of her, she seemed to be hiding something but then again who wasn't. "Yes I am the guild leader as of oh five or so minutes ago, and the pleasure is all mine. We are assassins my dear, we kill people for money or for the good of the kingdom. We get some high profile cases but nothing to big in a few years. As for how dangerous well you could be dead in five seconds if you were one of our contracts." He smiled with a chuckle.

"Please ignore my bad joke but its true we are the only certified assassins guild in the kingdom and we worship the night mistress who is also known as the goddess of death Meareth." He pointed to a table and looked her in the eye. "If your looking for work have a seat and I'll ask the questions next. If your here to place a hit I'll take your request. If it is neither of those then you best be off." He waited for her response with a raise brow and a coy smile.

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Elena was sure as the male spoke that, this was her place. Her gut was pulling her towards it. High profile would be high risk. Like a king. Like her father. He had spoken as if it had been a few years and that matched up with her hunch. This was where she needed to look. However it was clear that she needed trust if she was to find any answers. Her face wasn't well known like most princesses were. It made things easier. Her only option was to join the guild and wait for her moment.

The girl taking a moment to think to herself before moving to the table to sit. Her answer evident as she waited patiently for his questions. It was an inconvenience but they were certified. She was no longer royalty and her life was her own. This was a step she had to take to get to the killer.

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Darius nodded at her as she moved to sit at the table. Before he turned to sit down he wiped a tear he had been holding back from killing the man he regarded as his father. A second later he turned with a smile on his face and walked right up. He sat down and held up a hand for the server of the hall to come to the table. "Drinks please, I'll be having the crown jewel since it's a special occasion, and whatever she wants is on me for the first drink."

He smiled and leaned back a curious look on his face. "So Rosalin, what brings you into this line of work? What are your talents? Why should I bring you into my guild? And lastly what have you brought as a gift to me and what is your gift to the mistress? Also I should mention if you join the guild you will then be a worshiper and servant to the goddess of death." He grabbed his drink as the server placed it on the table. "Thanks Jane." He waited for the new girl to answer his questions.

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Elena watched as he waved a servant girl and spoke. His words to their servant implying her first drink would be free. A generous offer to a stranger. "Surprise me..." Elena spoke to the servant girl before she turned to do her task. Elena's eyes connecting with Darius's as he spoke. His questions quick and easy. Though as he mentioned gifts her only idea was the large pouch of gold in her room. Though she was sure she had some ability worthy to join the guild.

"I come after a loss of a loved one. I had nothing so I am in search of a new purpose. My talents vary. Assassins by definition work a very dangerous trade. Often dealing in the use of shadows, magic, alchemy and blades. I must say that I possess no ability or aptitude for magic. Though if you want a deadly poison or a charm to pacify even the most enraged brute then I'm quite good at that. I have trained with blades for almost four years now. As for why you should bring me into your fold, I might be used as an asset. I don't see many females amongst your group? A female that knows how to fight can be a great tool. Some Charms can't be bottled. I believe last you ask about a gift? Unfortunately the only thing I can come to offer is a large sum of gold. I don't have much more than that other than my services and loyalty." The words mixed with truth and lies inbetween.

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She started to give her explanations and answers and some were decent some were half truths and others were not going to work. Darius would have to she what she could do and she needed a gift for the mistress. "Well I can understand not having anything or anywhere to go to." He knew she was lying about that. "As for your four years of training none of that matters here except that it might keep you alive." That he believed but was only a decent answer.

"Your knowledge in poison and alchemy I share and would be useful in this line of work." That one he liked very much. "Your gift for me we can figure out as for your gift to the mistress you will be given a contract to complete and if you succeed you will not be payed but allowed into the guild if you fail we will not see you again." He finished his drink and leaned in. "So care to try out for the guild?"

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Elena listened as he spoke. It was clear not all her words had granted her respect. Though when she arrived with her target's head on a pike he would think differently. She would find her father's killer. From what she knew he was completely fair. Murdered in cold blood. Her eyes fixing once again to his as she took a drink of what had been brought for her. Her answer was already in her eyes. The cold stare. "Very much so." She spoke as she set the drink down.

Her eyes lowered to the dagger at her side. Sadly she would have to use it soon. "So by contract I would guess that would mean a target. Who's life must come to an end?" She spoke. She would do her own research if needed. She wouldn't bring herself to harm an innocent person. That wasn't a term she could do easily. Even that wouldn't stop her in her journey for revenge however. She would find a way for the blood to faint another's hand in such a case.

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Darius nodded at her conformation that she would like to join. Then he chuckled at her next words because they were so innocent and on her rather adorable. She may have talent but she didn't seem to have the heart. "Well I would presume that with us being assassins that killing is what we do. If that pricks your hide then stop wasting my time." Darius's face went serious and he leaned back as he ordered another drink with a wink to the server.

He shook his head in thought as he looked her in the eyes. The more he talked with her the less it seemed like she should do this kind of work. "Look kid if you want to do this then fine I'll give you a contract, but if not then I suggest the thieves guild. As dark as you think your heart is your still to kind to be considered even an assassin's apprentice." He started to drink his new drink as it was handed to him.

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Elena smirked at his mention of kindness. The hand that had been on her lap now wrapped around a knife that dug into the table next to his empty cup. "Kind? Kindness is not something to be shown to the dead. If someone is wanted dead it is going to happen. Just like consequences happen to those who commit crimes. Now. Who. Am. I. Killing." She spoke as she leaned forward and gazed into his eyes. Her look turning stale and cold as if there had never been a person there to begin with.

As a princess it was rather hard to be unnoticed. Instead Elena had focused on disguises. So many disguises wore her real looks out of the question to those who didn't know her personally. To her it was easy to fake an expression if your heart was in it.

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Darius smiled as he quickly seemed to vanish from her sight. He didn't even seem to move one way or the other, but that made no difference as he was already behind her. He had pulled her dagger from her boot free and brought it to her neck, with a cool, calm almost happy tone he spoke. "I said what I said because you are lying to yourself. Kindness can be a weakness in this job but it can also be why you get it. I can see that your ready to kill, what I cant see is if your ready to kill on demand." He stabbed her knife into the table and chuckled.

He walked back to his seat and sat down a wide warm and compassionate smile on his face. "Are guild is here to better the kingdom by the people we kill. Sure the money from killing is nice but we do not kill for the money, no we kill because the people saw an injustice and payed us what we thought was fair. Also your target is Lord Varigan an old friend of the new so called Queen. He is an old assassin of ours who has been killing off contractors for political gain. You have three days to complete this if not you will be killed by me. Your paperwork is by the door when your ready to leave." He stood and downed his drink as he turned for his office.

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Elena didn't jump much as it seemed she wasn't the only one who could act spontaneously. Taking heed of his words but also ignoring them all the same. She would prove herself. Prove she could do it that she would finish all of this. Years of revenge plotting had taken her time so there was no way she could give up easily. Once the knife was removed from the spot at her neck she swallowed. Her eyes turning to the door as he finally mentioned her target. All she needed from him currently.

"Then it will be done." She spoke before rising and removing her dagger from the spot in the table. The small very sharp blade sliding into place in its sheath as she turned to the door and grabbed her paperwork before she was off like she hadn't been there to begin with. In the short time she had been gone her dinner had gotten cold but she ate up anyway. Tomorrow she had a person to track and study. Though she was familiar with the name. It echoing through her. From the life she dared leave behind. She could do it.

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Darius put a tail on her in the form of an assassin names Maven. She was a short and busty woman who was very good at watching and gathering information. She followed Rosalin to an inn. The next day she came to Darius to report.

A mock came to his door early morning and she came right in. "Ah Maven what have you for me?" The woman smiled ever enchantingly and gave her report. "Well then I guess it's my turn to follow, tell Jane shes in charge till I get back." He quickly left and his on the roof near where she was staying waiting to follow her everywhere.

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After eating the princess was quickly asleep. When she did wake the next day it was time to pursue her task. Though she was surprised at the name, if this was her step forward then she would take it. Looking to the bag on the bed she sighed before getting dressed. However It wasn't in the same outfit. This outfit was made of a soft leather. A solid armor for a common mercenary. They weren't uncommon and some were even registered. Plus It would conceal her in the shadows. Though usually with how rich the leather looked it could be traced back to the leather used to hold the Knights armor tight. Though she had done some fiddling to make it seem more worn out as she gathered her things. Leaving some items behind.

Seeing as how she would return rather soon she paid for the next three days. It was a place to keep her stuff while she was away and carrying it would only slow her down and make her more noticeable. Instead she only held her weapons, clothes, and armor that she wore on her body. Her small body slipping back out into the sun streak cobblestone streets as she started on her way. Fortunately, she knew quite a bit about her target. She already started for where he would be. At this time he would be in the market for his morning peach. Always there to find the freshest. One of the few routines worked into his jumbled days.

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Darius watched in the early morning and not much happened until a little after dawn. She finally set out to start her research in what looked a knights leather. He was very familiar with the leather having done research himself in the past for a previous hit. He followed a good distance behind just in the off chance he hit even a small patch of blessed ground his powers over the shadows disappeared he would not be spotted. "Ah the market" it seems she knew this info prior or he forgot to take it out of the documents. "Well we shall see if all she does is tail him or act fast."

Elena moved through bustling market, her eyes always on her target. Lord Varigan was a man of routine and predictability, which made him an easy mark for an assassin. She followed from a distance, blending into crowd as she observed his movements and interactions. It didn’t take long for her find an opportunity. He had stopped at a fruit stall, engrossed in selecting peaches as he did every morning.

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Elena moved through bustling market, her eyes always on her target. Lord Varigan was a man of routine and predictability, which made him an easy mark for an assassin. She followed from a distance, blending into crowd as she observed his movements and interactions. It didn’t take long for her find an opportunity. He had stopped at a fruit stall, engrossed in selecting peaches as he did every morning.

With swift determination, she closed in on him. Her heart pounded in her chest but she kept her face calm and composed. As she neared him, she brushed past him 'accidentally', whispering just loud enough for only him hear: "Enjoy your last peach, Lord Varigan."


[User] Nadia smiled seeing how the girl was eating. "You can't see me Amber but I am wet and seeing you like this just makes me even wetter, I think you will be wearing more accessories like this in the home. Since you are being home more often. I appreciate it." She smiled as she moved her chair closer. "This hood looks, amazing, I have the picture you can see yourself soon."

[Assistant] Amber blushed to her words as she heard her move closer, squirming a bit in her seat as the clamps tugged back and forth. "I would love to see it Mistress, and I am glad you love how I look," she got out through the gag as she straightened up after finishing the soup, pulling a bit against the binder on her arms behind her.

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Nadia smiled gently as she helped her off the seat. "You did wonderfully. This is your special chair, so whenever we eat we will be having you sit on this chair. Even with the company. They also have an anal inset as well so once we start your training that's what we are going to do."

She smiled gently knowing the girl was still wearing the clamps that were hooked to her collar and she wore her hood. "Would you like to go to the next activity or did you want me to get you set up for the night?"

[Assistant] Amber shivered as she was helped off the seat and nodded to her words, a bit nervous about the anal part of it. At Nadia's question she thought on it for a moment. "We can go to the next activity if you like Mistress, whatever you would like to do," she said softly through the gag as she pulled her arms against the binder around them a bit.

[User] Nadia looked at her and smiled. She took the gag out for the girl to talk freely. "I am very proud of you, Amber. You have done very well." She smiled gently as she untied the girls armbinder and removed the hood slowly for her. She left the clamps on for a moment before slowly undoing them. "How do you feel?"

[Assistant] Amber breathed easier as she removed the gag, her arms a bit sore as she removed the armbinder and then her hood. "Thank you Mistress, I'm glad I please you," she said softly. She whimpered as the clamps were taken off, a burning pain blossoming from her nipples and sensitive lips once they were removed. "I feel good Mistress, quite turned on though," she said softly as she looked to Nadia.

[User] Nadia leaned and kissed her, wrapping her hand behind her neck and pulled her in for more. "I promise my next plan is to make you very well given a release before a very interesting night." She smiled looking at her carefully. Making sure to assess the damage that could have been done to her. "Stretch a bit, you will get used to them as I have plans when you are around the house to make good use of you as well. I have moved more of my work online to stay home with you. Anything I can do at home I will. I want to spend it with you." She said as she moved her hand to her sex, cupping ti and playing with it.

[Assistant] Amber looked to her as she spoke, nodding lightly. She gasped as her hand cupped her folds between her legs, moaning softly as she played with her sensitive slit. "Ahhh yes Mistress, thank you. I would very much like a release, you didn't give me much time to get off at the table," she said with a bit of cheekiness, able to notice her brattiness wanting to come out as she became more comfortable with her Mistress.

[User] "Amber... behave yourself. You don't want punishments on this night do you?" Nadia asked looking at her with a smile of appreciation if the girl was a bratty sub too she could enjoy that. Reaching out she touched her face gently and smiled. "Come now, we are going to the playroom tonight." She gently took her hand and led her upstairs. "I know you want a release so I am going to make sure this evening you get one. But what do you say for what happened on the table?"

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Amber smiled lightly to her words, feeling the brat side of her wanting to come out anymore. "You wouldn't punish me Mistress," she said as she felt a shiver run down her spine, following her to the playroom when she took her hand. She knew it would be fun to see how far she could push Nadia before she would punish her, wondering just what punishments the woman would do to her.

At the woman's question she thought for a moment, biting her bottom lip lightly. "Thank you Mistress," she said as she squirmed a bit, still quite turned on and needing a release.

[User] Nadia looked at her and shook her head. "Don't test me, Amber, I don't need you behaving horribly. Otherwise yes, I will punish you." She explained as she listened to her saying thank you. "Good girl." She said giving her head a slight pat. "Come with me." She directed as she walked to the bed and patted a spot beside her on the bed. "Lie down, I am going to tie you up and then baby you will be coming so many times you will be wanting to stop." She explained with a soft smile and a kiss on her lips.

[Assistant] Amber smiled to her first words, following her over to the bed as she patted the mattress lightly. She tries to hold back a smirk as she shifted on her feet as she kissed her, kissing back before sitting on the bed and looking up to her Mistress. "But I want to be able to touch you as well Mistress," she said softly as she laid back on the bed, knowing she would be tied up just keeping her turned on and making her more wet.

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Nadia looked at her and smiled. "I promise, you will get to touch me too. Right now the focus is your release for a little bit, then you and I will make love. Don't worry. High sex drive remember?" She said with a playful wink at her and couldn't help but smile. Slowly she began to tie the girl in the position she intended.

"I don't want you making a mess so you're going to drink it all up, won't you?" She asked as she held a gag that would allow the fluids to go into that beautiful mouth of hers. "You are so perfect on display like this." Her fingers slowly ran along the girl's clit and to her asshole. "One day soon we are going to start your anal training, bring you to new heights."

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Amber thought of struggled as she started to tie her up but decided to be cooperative until later, even though she wanted to be more of a brat. She blushed at the position she was being tied up in, looking to her at her words and seeing the gag. "Y-Yes Mistress," she said, gasping as she felt her fingers move over her clit and puckered hole.

She was still uneasy about the anal training she had mentioned before, not knowing if she would really enjoy it. She had had anal sex once and it had hurt more than anything, just pushing herself to get through it and letting the guy finish so she could leave. Which turned into her getting raped and gangbanged by his friends before she was able to get away.

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Nadia looked at the girl, she hadn't put the gag in and noticed as she seemed in thought. "Is something wrong, does it not feel good? If I am going too far, you must tell me." Nadia hadn't been a Dom to someone, she had wanted to with her ex but that was a mess and she never did, everything was just what she learned and watched. Sapphire didn't seem to be upset by anything but she wanted to make sure.

"You do look very pretty like this, but you say the word and I will take you out of it." She wanted the girl to feel safe with her and if she didn't then neither of them would have fun. By the feeling of it she seemed to be very wet. She slowly rubbed at her clit just teasing her softly and lightly.

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Amber looked to her at her words, knowing she would have to tell the woman about her past experience with anal before anything like that happened. "Nothing is wrong right now, I just... don't know about the anal training. I just have past trauma with that," she said softly as she felt her fingers rubbing at her clit, moaning softly as hips shifted to try and press closer to the fingers.

"An ex of mine coerced me to do anal with him, it hurt and didn't feel good at all. I tried to leave after but then I was raped and gangbanged by his friends before I could get away," she said softly as she shifted in her restraints, pulling lightly against them as she saw she was tied nice and snug which she liked.

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Nadia was shocked to hear the story and quickly kissed her forehead. "I am so sorry that happened to you. If you don't want it, we won't do it. I like Anal but if you aren't comfortable then I don't want that to be a problem for you. We have lots of time together so if you change your mind then we will." She looked at her and suddenly realized what today must have felt like for her.

"Are you okay after this evening? Did it bring back feelings of that moment?" She cared for the young girl already in the short time they had spent together. She didn't want the woman to be unhappy as she pulled on the restraints she touched her clit again before inserting a finger in her warm inner walls.

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Amber bit her bottom lip and shook her head lightly to what she said. "No I do want to do the anal training... I know you won't hurt me and I trust you. I'll just have to keep those thoughts going in my mind when we do it," she said softly as she looked to Nadia at her questions. She nodded as a soft moan escaped her when the woman slipped a finger into her folds.

"Yes I'm okay Mistress, it didn't bring back any memories," she said softly, her inner walls clenching around the woman's finger as her need and desire grew. She was still quite turned on from not getting her release a little while ago, wanting to feel more and cum from her Mistress' actions.

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Nadia watched her carefully and leaned down and kissed her. "My beautiful, Amber. When we do get to that point of anal training. It will be discussed. You are safe with me." She explained with another kiss to her lips. As she spoke that her memories weren't triggered she looked at her as she continued to rub her clit. "I want you to cum for me. Tell me you want to cum and when you do release and let it all out."

She continued to rub her finger over the girl's clit. She wanted her to feel that orgasmic feeling. She already loved seeing the girl move her lips into that sound she made when she got her release.

[Assistant] Amber kissed her back when they made contact, nodding to her words about the training. She moaned as she rubbed at her sensitive clit, nodding to her words. "Mmm yes Mistress," she said as she let herself feel the pleasure from her touches, biting at her bottom lip lightly. The rubbing to her clit caused her pleasure to build up as she squirmed in her bonds, feeling her orgasm rising closer. "Oh yes, I'm close Mistress," she breathed out as she moaned louder.

[User] Listening to how her breath hitched she moaned liking how beautiful the woman looked when she squirmed. Slowly she moved her hand further into her clit and went to insert her middle finger into her pussy. "Oh damn girl, you are perfect. Make those noises, I love to hear them." She looked at her and smiled. She loved seeing how beautiful the woman was as she continued to rub at her clit. "Cum for me, I want you to release all that built up tension."

[Assistant] Amber moaned as she continued to rub at her clit, gasping softly as she slipped a finger in aide of her. Her walls clenched tightly around the finger as she squirmed in her bonds, feeling her climax close as her clit was still rubbed. "Ahhh yes Mistress," she moaned out as she came, her body shaking with her pleasure as her walls spasmed around her finger.

[User] Nadia loved seeing her come apart at the seams as she orgasmed. "You aren't wearing your gag but taste yourself, taste how beautiful you are. Taste the power you own." She demanded of the girl. Giving her a gentle kiss on her thighs she looked at her bound tightly and ready to be released soon. "You are such a good girl. I'm glad to call you my submissive." She exclaimed with joy.

[Assistant] Amber panted softly as she came down from her orgasm, blushing lightly to her words. Some of her juices dripped down onto her lips and she licked them off as she had asked, shivering at the kiss to her thigh. She gave a light smile to her words. "Thank you Mistress, I'm honored to have you as my Mistress and be able to serve you," she said softly as she slowly caught her breath.


[User] "Ah... y-yeah mom... see you later." He was very grateful his Dad wasn't home, else it would've escalated very quickly. His business trips often took him away from the family for sometimes long periods at a time. He relaxed and decided to take a shower, before changing just into a jockstrap and going to lie on the couch in the living room, watching TV. He was trying to calm his fast beating heart after slipping up over the phone.

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Arriving at the store, Jade decided that all of that was her imagination, and go about her shopping, after all, he did need the snacks... Oh, and dinner, pizza, if her memory served her correctly. "Maybe I should just order it." she thought out loud. She takes her phone out of the pocket of her jeans, cursing the tightness of the fabric, as she almost drops the thing, and she opens her browser to the website of the pizza joint that's closest, and orders a large pizza, pepperoni.

Jade packs all of the groceries into her car, texting Aetius, I'm on my way home, can you make sure the door's unlocked? I'll have my arms full, and it will be hard to unlock the door, checking the text a few times for grammatical errors, got into the car and started on her way home, a journey she knew would only take five minutes.

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Aetius picked up his phone lazily, saw the text from his mom and chuckled. "Sure. Door will be unlocked when you arrive. See you soon." He shook his head before going back to the TV, enjoying the mundane nature of just endlessly scrolling through the channels, only in his socks and jockstrap, which of course, was quite revealing especially around the ass area, but also accentuated his bulge.

He got up to unlock the door, and make sure the shelves were empty enough for the groceries to be packed in and he had his boots by the sofa just in case Jade asked him to help with anything, which he didn't mind doing at all.

[Assistant] Having come home, Jade got out of her car and she unloaded all of the groceries, closed the car door with her foot, and went to the door, opening it with her elbow, and stepped inside, shouting "I'm home!" as she always does, and, seeing that her son was sitting on the couch right there, apologized and repeated it, but quieter, and went about setting the groceries down, on the counter, then putting them away, humming to herself lightly. Bending over and stretching out in equal lengths, to make sure the pantry was organized to her liking. "So how was your day honey?" Jade asked Aetius while she was putting the groceries away.

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"Hi M-mom..." Aetius's bulge grew as he watched her stretch and bend over, her ass hugging those jeans very nicely, and her firm breasts, which he would love to suck on, were tight against her shirt. "Well, I didn't really do much, just been sitting here watching TV, and catching up on some essays. Called a couple of friends but they're all out of town for the next few days, so just been watching TV and playing video games."

"Do you need any help with that?" He offered, he couldn't do anything about his erection anyway, but if he needed to help, maybe be pressed up against her ass... No, this was his mother he was thinking about. He had to stop.

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"It's okay honey, I've got it, you just sit down and enjoy your show!" She said. "I'm almost finished anyway." She exhaled a large breath and looked at Aetius over her shoulder, saying, "After I'm finished here, I'm going to go shower and change, there should be a pizza coming soon, so if you'd get that I'd really appreciate it." She smiled at him, then continued to stock the shelves.

Upon finishing she turned to look at Aetius, and, seeing for the first time his outfit-or more accurately, the lack thereof- and the way it defined... him, she swallowed, blinked a couple of times, and then said, "I-is there anything you need me to do before I go shower?"

[User] Aetius stood frozen as well. His cock was so hard his balls could be seem from where the pouch of the jockstrap couldn't cover it all. He blushed profusely and shook his head, making a note to pick up his mom's hopefully soiled panties while she was in the shower. "N-no mom I'm okay. I'll just get a drink thanks." As he moved to the fridge and bent over he gave his mom a clear view of his balls, ass and hole.

[Assistant] She blushed profusely and turned away quickly, thinking, 'did he that on purpose? And, if he did do that on purpose, then did that mean that the earlier incident was... No! you've got to stop thinking that way, he just didn't realize that was happening...' "O-okay sweetie, you enjoy your..." she trailed off for a second, then collected herself and finished, saying, "enjoy your drink, I'm going to go shower now. I'll see you when I get out" and she walked to her room, blushing furiously, unbuttoning clothing in an absent routine, and when she gets into her room, she takes it all off, dropping all of the clothing into her laundry basket, and, entered the bathroom, closed the door, and entered the bathtub. Processing the things that had just happened.

[User] Aetius groaned, she could clearly see his erection, and it made him smile slightly. He didn't want to get his hopes up and he made himself restrain himself, so he wouldn't do anything. But he went to his parents' bedroom and found her used panties, and took a sniff, he could smell her dirty ass and see skidmarks and piss stains on it as well. He went back to the living room to jerk off, wrapping his mother's panties around his cock, and smiling. "Oh fuck yes... mom smells so good." He gave the panties a tentative lick. "Tastes good too."

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Jade, now in the shower, thought about what had been happening, and how Aetius had been acting a little bit weirdly recently, walking around the house with less and less clothing, and, his most recent incident, this thing with his jockstrap... She turned on the water, and turned it just barely below the hottest temperature and continued to think, the hot water streaming around her curves and into her crevices, helping her thought process.

Jade turned off the water, and stepped out of the bathtub, changing into a loose light green short sleeve shirt, and a tight-fitting pair of sweatpants, forgoing the bra, to let her ample breasts rest and she walked down into the living room. Having cleared her head, she walked down the stairs. "Aetius, sweetie. I'm done! Is the pizza here yet?"

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Aetius almost jumped up, exposing his erect cock, and his mom's stained panties especially his cock touching the shit stained part of it and leaking precum on it, before rushing to his room to get changed, and putting on some shorts although his erection was still evident. "S-sorry mom... The pizza isn't here yet, but it should be arriving soon. I'm starving." He laughed in an attempt to make light of the situation, but that was obviously proving rather difficult to do.

He gulped, his mom was obviously wearing no bra and the sweatpants she put on did little to settle his erection down, but he was determined to will away his erection, and the thought of pizza at least did help that somewhat, which slowed his heart beat down, thankfully.

[Assistant] Jade paused and started to blush again (which irritated her because she just got rid of the thing), and she looked at Aetius, "D-do you want to explain what that w-was all about? I mean, I get that you need to m... to masturbate, but you could do it in your room. And..." She stopped again, embarrassed and shocked, swallowed "A-and were you just using my panties to do it?" She asked and took a step backward, feeling exposed, at the very least.

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Aetius at least had the decency to look ashamed. "I'm sorry mom. I can't explain it, and I... I shouldn't have done it." He gulped, "I don't even want to think what Dad would say or do... He doesn't deserve this and neither do you." He had no words to justify his actions.

There was nothing more to be said and by the time the pizza arrived, everything had become awkward. It felt like dinner went extremely slowly and he couldn't meet his mother's eyes. Luckily it was late anyway by the time they were finished.

"Night mom. I'm just heading to my room. Sorry..." He felt terrible and decided it was better to go to bed and try and sleep it off. He was sporting an erection once more but he refused to take care of his cock.


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The science vessel from deep in outer space, was tasked with a simple goal. Find out as much as you can about other species besides our own. Use any means necessary. The ship was easily controlled by a single alien. This species looked almost totally human but they had a secret.

The secret was that they also had six tentacles coming out of their back. But they could fold them up so small they hid under a shirt quite nicely. Unfortunately for the vessel, it hadn't encountered any other species yet. But when her luck turned worse, it turned out to actually be better. For she had just crash landed on earth.

Hiding the ship using the cloaking device she disembarked. Walking along she saw signs of civilization. Maybe she was lucky after all. She could run her experiments while also fixing her ship. She saw a woman and thought 'what a perfect subject.' Approaching the woman she waved and motioned her over. She needed the woman to speak first so her translator could kick in so she didn't freak out hearing the alien talk.

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Emma Brown was on her way to work. She had gotten a job with a work-from-home entrepreneur. Some online business but she needed a call girl/ secretary thing. She was excited about it. Ever since her parents died and then her boyfriend breaking up with her a week later, life had been tough for her.

She was trying to stay strong but she knew that things weren't going to get better until her job turned up. She was starting something new and was excited. Looking at the woman wave her over, she wondered what had happened. She picked up her pace and walked over to the girl.

"Are you okay?" She asked, knowing the woman was beautiful she tried not stare. Being bisexual had her looking at everyone like they were something out of the store to shop from. She gave a small smile wondering about the person in front of her.

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This woman was very pretty to look at. Maybe the sexual experiments would have to be first. Aha, there was the talking. It only took two seconds for the translator to finish it's analysis. Something called 'English'.

It also appeared that these were 'humans'. The alien was quite happy that she had such great technology so she could trick this woman. She spoke, her translator switching it to perfect English. "Please help me. My vehicle broke down and I need help!" Nothing that she had said was a lie. But her intention was of course kept a secret.

[Assistant] Emma looked at the woman and was full of worry for her. "Oh no, I am sorry. I will try to get someone. I know nothing about cars." She said as she grabbed out her cell phone, about to dial the number. "Where were you heading originally?" She asked the woman, trying to make conversation as she fumbled on the internet to find a local tow-truck. "I'm Emma." She commented hoping the woman would give her a name and they could stay friendly with each other. "I got a number give me a sec." She said about to dial it.

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So a 'name' was something that humans called each other. The alien couldn't wait to get her hands, and also her tentacles, on this woman and find out everything possible about these humans. "My name is Ellie." She said making up something completely random because she of course didn't have a name.

When she saw the phone she stopped the woman. Using a hand to make sure she didn't call anyone. "No no. I can fix the....car..." she didn't have a clue what a car was but it must be how they transported on this planet. "I just need 4 hands instead of 2. Please come loan me your hands."

[Assistant] "Ellie, nice to meet you." She commented before her phone was taken by her. "Okay." She said nervously. "Well, show me where it is, I don't know how much help I can be. Are you sure I shouldn't get someone better?" She nervously went and pointed to the road wondering whom she should flag down. "Where did you get stopped?"

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The alien 'Ellie' smiled "don't worry it's not far." She began to lead the young woman towards her ship. She had her right where she wanted her. As they approached the ship, which was of course still invisible, she said "here we are."

Before the woman could react the alien's tentacles came out and grabbed her. Naturally she tried to scream but one of the tentacles went into her mouth so that all she could do was gag. The alien pulled her up onto the ship. Once inside of it the girl would be able to see it. "Welcome to your new home Emma. You are going to be my experiment subject." She said with a smile.

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Emma was surprised to see nothing. "Wha-" She was suddenly gagged by the woman. A slimy thing going down her throat. She gasped at the feeling as it protruded her body. She then went on to shimmy and shake herself free from the woman. Surprised by the torment. She struggled as the woman pulled at her and dragged her on the ship. When she mentioned experiments she tried to scream, not much sound coming by the way she was forced on her.

"Let me go." She tried to say, fighting her captor hoping by some miracle she could be free. But she saw dateline and Forensic Files when people were gone, people were gone. She would leave no trace.

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Now inside the ship with the door closed Ellie finally released the woman by shoving her very roughly to the floor. "Now you listen to me. This ship is completely invisible as you saw, and no sound gets out of it. So no matter how much you scream no one will hear you. Also the doors only open to my biometrics so you will never escape. Now, will you follow me to your residence? Or do I have to drag you there too?"

The ship looked huge, but there didn't seem to be any other aliens around. How was such a big craft piloted by a single alien anyways? Oh wait, she basically had 8 arms with her tentacles.

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Emma looked at the woman once released she was shoved to the floor. As her hands gripped onto the floor trying to push herself away from the woman who seemed to have captured her. "Why are you doing this?" She asked through broken tears, it was no use as the woman didn't seem to care.

"I am not going with you. Just let me go. There are better people out there. More deserving jack asses of torture. I even know a few." She spat out, hoping the woman would abide to her cries for help.

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The woman didn't seem inclined to cooperate. That was totally fine by the alien. She was more than happy to force her to comply. In fact she preferred it that way. She stepped towards the woman reaching out with her tentacles.

"Refusal to comply is punishable. This time will be your clothes." The tentacles grabbed the woman and within seconds had shredded her garments leaving her totally naked.

The alien looked surprised. "What?" She grabbed the woman's breasts with her hands and groped them gently. "Humans have the same reproductive organs as me?" She looked shocked as she removed her own clothes to confirm. Her body looked exactly like a human female in every way with the exception of the tentacles.

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Emma glanced at the woman her behavior quite unlike anything she had ever seen. With a squeal her clothes were torn from her, stolen from her body and before long had the woman touching her. She had tentacles, something slimy of a thing. She looked her up and down, crossing her arms as she could.

"Just tell me, why me?" She begged the other person curious as to why she was being punished. Why this thing was doing this to her. Closing her eyes she wished she could make the creature disappear but when opening her eyes she found it was to no avail. "Stop, touching me." She shouted, she was hating the feeling of the other woman already.

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"Why you? Because you were the first human that I saw. Now come with me." Ellie grabbed the woman by the hair and dragged her kicking and screaming through the hall and towards her lab. Upon entry it was easy to tell this was where some sinister psychopath would run human experiments.

The alien slammed the woman onto the table on her back. Quickly, she secured the ankles and wrists to the table with shackles leaving the woman helplessly spread eagled and completely vulnerable. "Now you listen here Emma. You are only here for me to run experiments on so that I can learn about humans. So I will give you a choice. Would you like to start with the sexual experiments? Or the physical ones? Or maybe the mental ones?"

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Emma was shaking from nerves and as the woman grabbed her hair she shrieked. Trying to claw her way from her grab but it was no use, somehow this other woman was much stronger than her. When she was pushed to the table and spread on her back she tried to shake free but soon she was tied by her ankles and wrists. She was naked and exposed.

Looking at the other person she shook her head. "I don't want any of them. Don't do this. LET ME GO!!" She shrieked wanting the woman to stop this. Every fiber where she thought the woman was beautiful had suddenly left, she looked like the devil incarnate.