[User] As he came, and they broke free she looked already kissed. "As you said one hour. You are stuck in hospital, I can't take you out and you aren't giving me a fair chance. Not one bit. Don't put something in your head that isn't there." He said running his hand through her hair. "I do love you, I want you more than I have wanted anything. Please don't give up on me again."

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Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Then stop saying you love me during sex! That is always going to be lust to me!" Veronica pointed out. Matteo frustrated her to no end, and she didn't quite see how this was going to work. With Marcel, there had never been any doubt that he cared about her, there had never been all these forced issues between them. Really they hadn't even fought much, but it felt like she and Matteo could never stop getting angry with one another.

"Oh come on, Matteo!" Veronica said softly. "You have to know love shouldn't be this way. I mean, I've only had the one good relationship, but we both know that being at each others throats and always mad at each other is no way to be together. We're just going to make each other miserable, like we did virtually the entire month we were together, aside from when we were in bed together." Veronica said softly, wishing she could make him see that. "How is now any different than before? We're still the same people we always were."

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Matteo looked at her and shook his head. "I mentioned it after it. But love is based off your actions. Now I am sorry if my actions in the past didn't represent my love, but a) I wasn't given much time and b) right now you are in the hospital."

He looked at her as she spoke about her hate for it all. "What do you want me to do? Give up, I can't give up on this, on you. I want you to badly, I want to be with you. Can you just not make a judgment of how much you hate me yet, and just maybe rest from your shot, let me get you something good to eat. Watch a movie and relax. And damn, I will regret saying this but maybe we shouldn't sleep together for a hot minute, so you don't jump on me about how awful I am about it?"

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A few weeks later, Veronica was released from the hospital. She and Matteo had taken his boat to some sort of almost private island. If only because Veronica had agreed to give it a chance, and it had been nice, their time in the hospital together. They had sex, but most of the time, Matteo just laid on the bed beside her, holding her while they watched random television shows. It was actually amazing and Matteo was just, there for her.

Veronica had picked out a somewhat slutty black dress to meet Matteo, who was picking her up for a proper date.

[User] Matteo did love Veronica, he wanted to prove it to her. So they focused on things like spending time together, he wanted to help her any way he could while she was in the hospital. Now that she was better, he decided he was taking her on a date. He had planned something fun and was hoping she would like it. When he knocked on her door, hoping she would answer and let him know what she thought. He wore a black tux it was form-fitting and he enjoyed how it looked on her. He had taken a breath mint and held a bouquet of a dozen roses.

[Assistant] Veronica opened her door and smiled as she took in Matteo's appearance. "Wow, you look amazing. I've never seen you all cleaned up like this." Veronica said softly, smiling up at him. "You'd better promise me our night ends in us having sex on the beach as the sun goes down and the moon comes up." Veronica teased with a wink before smiling at him and moving in, standing on her tip toes even in heels, just to kiss him passionately.

[User] Matteo chuckled and gave her a smile. "Haven't had the chance too, baby girl." He said with a smile before handing her the roses. "These are for you." He listened to her words and laughed again. "I can't promise the beach thing... But I will have sex with you, if that's something you wish." He stated as he run a hand nervously through his hair. He assumed if he screwed this up she would never move past it and he wouldn't win her heart. He was nervous and if it didn't show he felt it deep within.

[Assistant] Veronica laughed as she heard his words. She took the roses before walking back into her room and setting them down in a vase. "You're no fun." Veronica teased at his words. "So beach sex is where you draw a line?" Veronica teased. "So, where are we going?" Veronica asked softly, moving to join him and shut her door. "Or are we staying here, like always?" Veronica asked playfully.

[User] Matteo continued to laugh when she spoke about beach sex. "No, babygirl. No beach sex because I have other plans for us. But if you want badly beach sex I will add it to the roster, though they say, sand gets in weird places." When she spoke he offered his arm. "No, we have plans. Come on, our Ferrari is waiting." He said looking at the red car he had brought back to France for him. If he was still here, because she had home. He was going to make good use of it, before asking her to marry him and come whole to Italy.

[Assistant] Veronica laughed at Matteo's words. "Ferrari's a bit much, don't you think?" Veronica teased playfully as she took his arm. "So, you're really going all in on it." Veronica teased playfully.

[User] Matteo looked at his woman. "Veronica, you are my world, you haven't believed me thus far and you said it was because of my actions, if this proves my love for you then my love, I will give you anything you want." He stated before opening the door for her. "For you?" He asked looking at her carefully.

[Assistant] Veronica couldn't help but smile as she heard Matteo. He was cute, if a little crazy sometimes. "But is this even who you are?" Veronica asked softly. "It seems... so unlike you." Veronica commented, smiling as he heard him. He opened the door for her, and Veronica got in slowly, wondering what was going through Matteo's mind at the moment.

[User] Matteo smiled at her. "Sometimes I am a jackass, I do it to block myself from getting hurt, but I do love you. I just have to change my jackassery then." He said with a nervous laugh. He now worried that she wouldn't like him being nicer to her either. He couldn't win. "Am I doing something wrong as well?" He asked, worried that he wasn't going to ever make her happy. He could treat her good, he knew that.

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Veronica couldn't help but smirk as she heard Matteo. "You do realize that being a jerk is never going to make anyone love you?" Veronica pointed out softly. "Being in love with someone means you have to be open to getting hurt. Being mean is exactly what drove me away from you." Veronica explained softly, cuddling in close to him in the car.

"Of course not. It's just weird, you going from the way you were to trying to be like this. I don't know whether or not you're going to stay this way for me. I like you better this way, but I don't know if you're going to keep being like this."

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Matteo shook his head. "When you are good all the time, people expect good." He paused as she cuddled close, he ran a hand through her hair. "I don't want anyone to expect anything from me. I am just learning how to make you happy. As the idea of you with some other prick, makes me want to kill all the other men in the world."

He smiled at her, hoping it was enough for her to realize he still was who he was but he wanted to be better, for her.

[Assistant] Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Is it so bad for me to want you to be good to me all the time?" Veronica asked. "It shouldn't be so hard for you to want to be good to me all the time, even if I'm the only one you're good to. Love never works if you're not good to the person you claim to love. You have to know that." Veronica pointed out softly.

[User] Matteo shook his head. "You misunderstand, I want to be good for you and only you. I don't want us to fight, say I didn't do the wrong thing?" He asked, his stress was higher than he ever thought before. He didn't want to push her away, not ever. He wanted to cherish and love her, just how she should be loved.

[Assistant] "You're so confusing." Veronica couldn't help but say, looking at Matteo. She cuddled in closer and sighed. "It's okay. You're making an effort, even if it doesn't seem like you. It's just... an adjustment compared to who you spent the month being. It's weird having you like this, like it just doesn't seem like it's who you are because you never tried to be this way with me before. It's like I'm waiting for you to go back to who you were... We'll see how long this lasts for you." Veronica explained softly, moving in to kiss him softly.

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"I am a riddle, darling." Matteo said with a small chuckle. His heart was racing, but he hated the idea of losing her to the fucking french man. Then she leaned in to kiss him and he willingly accepted the kiss, he enjoyed every moment of it. He wanted more of it and he knew he didn't want to be the one to take it. He would first take her to dinner like he planned.

He put the key into the ignition and began to drive, looking at her for a moment before looking out the window, waiting to get there. "You look very pretty tonight if I didn't say it already."

[Assistant] Veronica couldn't help but smirk as she heard Matteo. "Hmmm, confusing is more your style." Veronica said softly as he began to drive. There was this air of awkwardness between them, and honestly, Veronica had no idea if it would go away anytime soon. After all, Matteo had shown who he was, he probably couldn't really change or make her happy the way people who loved her did. She wanted to give him the chance, but only time would tell if things would be okay. "Thank you." Veronica finally said, awkwardly staring out the window.

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"Riddle, confusing all the very same thing, no? Regardless, I want to make you happy. I am trying. Can we work with that?" Matteo listened to the silence as she stared out the window, thanking him for the compliment when really it was the truth. He wanted to make everything wonderful for her.

But in the end, he didn't know what to do with her? One minute he was trying to be really good and then he wasn't enough. But then when he was who he was, the man, the mob boss, then he was horrible enough, but yet she went to another, who was ruthless in the field.

His heart was constricting, trying to stop the anger that was rolling in his blood. "No problem," he said as calmly as he could.

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Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "I know you are." Veronica said softly. "I'm trying too." Veronica agreed, despite not entirely feeling it. Their first month together had kind of made an impression on her, and she didn't see how things could change between them. Not to mention, despite still sort of loving Matteo, her heart belonged to Marcel at the moment.

"It's just hard for us to have a fresh start. You did technically kidnap me. It wasn't natural, the way we ended up together. We never had moments where I was sure I was the only one you wanted. I never felt like you really wanted me, and I still don't. With you, I don't feel like you're in love with me at all." Veronica explained softly. "I want to, but I haven't felt it yet." Veronica said softly.

With that, Veronica went back to staring out the window. Things felt awkward between them, and Veronica knew that Matteo was mad she had fallen for someone else.

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Matteo looked at her for a moment. "I know you don't believe me. Just if you can, trust me with today. If at the end of today you can't see anything happening between us. Then I will weep for the loss of the possibility at a chance with you. Then you can go back to the other gentleman. Please."

The words felt like acid as they fell from his mouth. No part of him wanted her to be with the other gentleman. "Just if you do... be careful please." He loved her and the idea of her getting hurt again was unbearable. As the evening was just upon them he pulled up in front of a large ballroom buffet place.

"I hired someone to serve us, unless you want to grab the food yourself, but it's entirely your choice?" He asked as he pulled over and rushed to open the car door for her, offering her a hand.

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Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. "Fine." Veronica said, though she had a feeling this night would be underwhelming and she wouldn't find herself feeling anything for Matteo anymore. At least Matteo wasn't going to hold her hostage again. If tonight went as Veronica figured it would, then she was free to go back to the man she truly loved. "I'll be fine, Matteo. I told you, he only hurt me to hurt you." Veronica insisted, despite the fact that they had argued about it constantly since she'd been back with Matteo.

The car finally stopped at a weird place that seemed like a ballroom, making Veronica raise her eyebrow. Was this was Matteo considered romantic? She was kind of underwhelmed, but took his hand as he opened her door for her. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Veronica said as he mentioned it was her choice in whether to be served or not. For now, she was trying to keep an open mind about this.

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Matteo looked at her softly. "I hope you are fine. Always and forever." His heart was racing as she mentioned being fine. Gently he took her hand and lead her through the ballroom space. He continued walking till they were on the balcony. A few couples were on it, taking the staircase down he led her to a gazebo. The cobblestone path was light up by candelabra's and nearby was a string quartet and the instruments playing softly.

Coming to the gazebo a small chandelier hung low and he pulled open a chair for her. "For you." She looked so beautiful but his heart was definitely scared. He hated the fact that he felt like he had to be on eggshells around her. Sitting across from her he smiled. "You don't like it do you?" He asked, part of him getting upset with the fact that he thought she might like his fancy ordeal. Handpicking every song, paying someone to install electricity in the gazebo.

The fact they could dance together if they wanted and the perfect spot close to the water. The trees and bush overlooking the ocean.

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Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. He was so possessive. Everyone knew that, but it was still a lot for Veronica sometimes. She let him take her hand as they walked through the building, wondering what he possibly wanted to do here. So far, it seemed like it was just a generic ballroom place with tons of other people. It wasn't exactly romantic, but then she didn't actually expect any of that from Matteo. It didn't seem like his way. Veronica was pleasantly surprised when they headed towards the beach and ended up in a private gazebo with a chandelier. It was so pretty, and actually kind of romantic.

"No, I like it." Veronica finally said in response, smiling at Matteo who sat down across from her.

[User] Matteo was a little more than stressed, his feelings were all over the place but she seemed surprised by the walk to their own little area. "I am glad you like it." He commented as he sat before her, folding his hands across his lap he looked at her gently. "I picked a bottle of champagne out, but I told them to keep it on hold, cause I didn't know if you wanted that or something stronger." He wanted to make this wonderful, that when he proposed she would take this time to know he really did care, he cared more than she understood.

[Assistant] Veronica nodded as she heard Matteo's comment about the wine. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Veronica finally said. It wouldn't be logical to get something stronger when she had agreed to at least try this with Matteo. Besides, so far, it wasn't too terrible. The music was calming, and the night air was relaxing, which was nice. Not to mention, this was better than any other thing they had done. At least Matteo was trying, even if she wasn't sure why he was. After all, he was just mad she had been with his rival.


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Nicole gasped and pressed her back to the cold shower wall when she heard the door open, her arms folding to cover her chest. Had she realized the intruder was removing her clothes, she would have fought him on it. The last thing she needed to be searching for her clothes while she was trying to escape this foreign place.

When it became apparent to Nicole that this warm shower wasn't going to do much to calm her down, she turned the water off and stepped out, her mouth dropping open when she saw the only thing she was left with was a towel. Grumbling, she pulled the towel around her body and secured it before opening the door and sticking her head out. "I don't have any clothes, Johnathan. Where are they? I'm not coming out of here if I don't have clothes."

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"You don't need clothes dear." Johnathan replied. "You need answers." He stood up from the couch and turned to her, just able to see her head curled around the door frame. "You really don't even know yet how fortunate you are. For example, this." he said, lifting the bottle and producing a corkscrew. "This is a thousand dollar bottle of wine, and it tastes every bit as good as you'd expect." He carefully cut the foil from the top and tossed it aside, plunging the screw into it's cork. "When something is expensive, it must not disappoint. Now we treat it well, we use fine glasses for fine wine, we don't overcook Kobe steaks, and we wax our super cars."

He pulled the cork and sniffed the bottom, smiling up at her. "You will be treated well, and you will never want for anything in this world again. Consider yourself instantly rocketed to the upper echelon of the one percent... but you will not disappoint."

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Nicole snorted and stepped out from behind the door, her arms crossed over the towel. "Really? Because I'm wanting for clothes right now." She did need answers, he was right about that, but what he was telling her now were not answers. It was more cryptic bullshit that didn't make sense to her. "I appreciate the fine wine and all, but I want to go home, Johnathan. Take me home, please."

Whatever trust or affection she had for this man was quickly waning as the situation grew more uncertain and terrifying. She had planned to go out on a date with someone she liked, and now she was naked in some building she had never seen before and being refused clothes.

[Assistant] Johnathan couldn't help himself from smiling. "Oh you're clever" he chuckled. "Perhaps I should have chosen my words more carefully." He sat back down on the couch and stuck an aerator into the bottle, pouring the wine into both glasses. "Keep the towel if you must, but do not let this wine go to waste. Are you hungry?"

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Nicole didn't appreciate that remark from him. She was hardly an idiot, and she would have expected him to know that by now. She was indeed famished by this point, but she didn't trust the situation enough to ingest anything. They had obviously used something to knock her out in the limo, and she wouldn't put it past them to drug her with food.

"No. I'm fine." Deciding to meet him halfway, she went and sat down on the couch, but refused the glass of wine. "Cut the bullshit." Nicole said finally, not mincing words anymore. "Why am I here and what do you want with me? No more flowery language. Give it to me straight."

[Assistant] Johnathan shot her a surprised look, impressed by her tenacity despite her current situation. "If you insist." He took a moment with his next sip of the wine, slowly drawing the red liquid into his mouth and swallowing it delicately. "I would liken your situation to that of an arranged marriage. You will not be going home, you will not have a say in the matter. My job, is to teach you the etiquette to which you will fulfill your new role."

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Nicole started laughing at his words, not taking it seriously at first. An arranged marriage? Her new role? No way. This wasn't a movie. This stuff didn't happen to people, especially not people like her.

"No, seriously, why am I here?" She watched his face and waited for him to give him the real answer, her own expression dropping and turning panicked when she realized he wasn't joking with her. Nicole shook her head and stood up, walking toward the door. "No. You've lost your mind. I'm not staying here. If I have to leave in my towel, that's fine, but I'm not staying here." She insisted, reaching for the doorknob.

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"This only has to be difficult if you make it so." Johnathan answered calmly, his voice steady despite the tension hanging in the room. His words hung in the air like a threadbare curtain; a thin veil separating civility from chaos.

There was no malice in his tone, nor any particular concern. It was as though he were discussing something mundane---like weather or traffic---rather than dictating terms of an involuntary captivity. The indifference in his voice was chilling and yet strangely compelling.

[User] "You're joking, right?" Nicole said, twisting the knob and finding the door to be locked. "You're telling me I've just lost my freedom and am now supposed to train for a new position? And I'm just supposed to accept that? Why? Why would this be good for me in any way?"

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"You wanted it straight, and so you'll get it straight." Johnathan stood up and walked over to her by the door, turning the knob that seconds before had been locked but now effortlessly obeyed him. The heavy door swung open revealing two men, each wearing a black masquerade mask standing before them. "I don't think you're naive enough to believe that a man with enough money and power to call you his property is doing so for your opinions. You're very beautiful Nicole, and you should be proud of your beauty, it has granted you freedom from a worthless life of work and taxes. But don't take my patience with you for granted. Have you ever worked on a farm Nicole?" He asked rhetorically, continuing again. "There are two ways to break a wild horse. Horses are beautiful animals, and incredibly loyal. If you gain their trust, take your time, speak calmly, brush, pet, and soothe them they will eventually let you ride them. That first ride is important, the two of you are learning each other. But once that saddle is on, you are in charge. You treat an animal like that well, and it will do anything you require of it. Positive reinforcement is an incredible and simple thing."

"The other way is even simpler, you crush the horses spirit. I will deliver you a brain-dead, cock thirsty whore. I promise you that much. As for tonight, if you so wish these men will escort you back to your cell."

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The message Johnathan was giving her was very simple, Nicole realized. Behave, and they would treat her well. Resist, and they would break her. Or try to, anyway. She still felt fairly confident in herself and her mental constitution. They weren't going to win. She wouldn't let them.

Stepping forward, she got in his face and smirked. "I'm not afraid of you, Johnathan, or your bullshit threats. You don't have what it takes to break me. I'm far stronger than you realize. You might want to tell whoever this man is that he needs to find a new show pony, because this one isn't going to perform." Still smiling, she walked over to the table and grabbed her glass of wine, taking a sip of it. "Who are they? More brain-dead cock thirsty whores?" She asked, nodding to the masked men.

[Assistant] Johnathan smiled and walked over to her, leaving the door open and the silent men at their posts. "The wine is good, isn't it?" he replied, ignoring her brave spiel entirely. Before she could answer he yanked the towel off of her and tossed it to the ground. "Go ahead" he smirked, "Keep your pride."

[User] Nicole gasped when he ripped the towel off, leaving her standing there naked before him and the two men. She took a breath and composed herself however, refusing to act embarrassed about her body even though she was in fact. Holding the glass tightly in her hand, she continued to smile at Johnathan as she tipped it over and spilled the wine onto the rug. "Yes. Delicious."


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There were a lot of opportunities which would present itself later. "I'll see you around," he murmured, walking out of the room as he closed the door gently behind him. He let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling as he decided to make his way upstairs. He was about to visit Hazel next, the oldest of his sisters. When he'd neared her room, he knocked on it politely, before pushing it open somewhat.

"I hate to bother you, but do you think you could help me with something?"

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Hazel didn't reply for a moment, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her computer. She was rolling a lollipop around with her tongue, while her hair laid across her back in messy curls. Like her younger sister, she was wearing a pair of comfy, yet slightly tight shorts (that she'd decided to wear at home and not at school), along with a tank top. She didn't even glance at the door as she called, "Hey, Steven. Come in."

Once she sensed that he'd entered the room, she added on, "Close the door." Spinning in her wheelie chair to face him, she crossed one leg over the other, leaning back languidly in her chair. It was apparently that she hadn't been wearing a bra, either. She wasn't insecure, she knew she looked gorgeous. And anyway, she had no one to be shy of. It was her family, for goodness' sake.

Giving her brother a once over, she popped the bright red lollipop out of her mouth, and asked, "So. What can I do for ya?" She drummed her fingers on the armrest. "If you want me to write an essay or something, no can do. Already doing one for Olivia, and I have to finish the conclusion of mine, too."

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Steven was expecting it to be much less awkward with Hazel, and he was proven right. She was confident, smart, and the kind of a girl men admired. Of course, that wasn't surprising considering that he was elder to him. He noticed her rolling a lollipop, thinking smugly that she might soon have something else to occupy her lips with. He considered her words for a moment, which had taken a few extra moments to be registered by his brain. He glanced at her clothes for a moment, realizing that she probably wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. Ironically enough, that made him slightly hesitate a little.

"Oh, it's not an essay, really. I mean... could you perhaps help me with a problem in Math?" He slowly pulled out the pendulum which was behind him, and then began to wave it in front of Hazel. "You're beginning to lose control over your mind, Hazel. You're experiencing a strange sensation between your legs that's making you aroused." He spoke slowly, careful to not trip over a syllable in case that nullified the instrument's effects.

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Hazel's last thought was of exasperation. Of course it was math, it was always math. A tinge of amusement, and then confusion. What the- Her thought was cut off by warmth pulsing down her body, and slammed into her crotch. She stifled a surprised gasp, her hands gripping her thighs tightly. She fell back into the chair, her head tilting back as she enjoyed the pleasure-filled pulsating, not even thinking about how she felt so incredibly good.

Slowly, a stain grew in the middle of her shorts as her aroused dark eyes met Steven's, her flushed skin covered in goosebumps, and short gasps leaving her lips as she tried (and failed) to get herself to sit up straight. "F-fuck!" She gasped out as another throb of pleasure shot through her as she met his eyes, and she whined, again trying to stifle it. Not out of embarrassment, but out of a need to not be so aroused so quickly.

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As he'd expected, it was working. Steven stepped forward to continue speaking, still waving the pendulum in front of her. She wouldn't be able to look away, of course, but she was already looking him in the eye regardless. "It's getting unbearable to ignore, Hazel. And the fact that I'm your brother doesn't matter to you in the slightest. You'd like nothing more than to go down on me right now." He glanced at her as he paused for a moment. That was enough. He decided to flung the pendulum aside while he dealt with her.

"Why don't you undress yourself, sis? Perhaps you could bend over your bedside table while I take you from behind." He moved closer to gently pull Hazel in for a kiss, relishing how she tasted against his lips. He was sure that she was much more experienced than Olivia, which meant that she would be able to make him feel good in a way his previous sister hadn't. "You do love me, don't you?" he whispered into her ear.

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Like Steven had said, she couldn't ignore it, she couldn't stand that unbearably ache that sent shocks of pleasure down her spine, it felt... so empty, she needed something inside of her, something to fill her up so badly. She needed... she stared Steven down, standing up smoothly yet confidently, although her hands were shaking minutely. She needed Steven. She licked her lips eagerly. She'd love to shove him onto the bed and ride him until he'd orgasm five times in a row, until he screamed at her to stop, his hands gripping her hips tightly from overstimulation.

Her eyes darkened, and she whispered back, "Of course I love you," Even without the hypnotization, it was true. She slammed their lips together, her lips skillfully pressing against his while her hands gripped the back of his head to keep them close. Her tongue slipped past his lips, intertwining with his, before she separated, smirking at him. Slowly, teasingly, she pulled her tank top off, smooth fingers dancing over olive skin as her breasts bounced invitingly. She turned around and placed the tank top over her chair, before bending down, her ass facing Steven as she teasingly removed her shorts, and then her panties, slipping down her long legs. Turning back to him, she gently moved him, and guided him to sit on the chair. "But first, I need to taste you. I want to taste your cum. Will you let me?" She asked. She could feel her womanhood clenching on nothing, wanting his cock inside of her, but she made herself wait. She needed to tease him first.

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It was almost amazing to note how quickly she'd succumbed to the effects of the spell, and Steven simply couldn't keep his eyes of his sister's rear end when she undressed herself. He was surprised, however, when she made him sit on the chair. Listening to her words, he realized that she had turned into a lot more than a young woman who'd be willing to do his bidding. She had a free-will of her own, although it was admittedly perverted. "You could, Hazel." He remained quiet for a moment. "And you've never been the kind of person who'd remain behind to seek permission. You'd taken what you always wanted."

His heart began to beat a lot faster as he began to unbutton his shirt, before hurling it across the floor. As the lower part of his figure, he was sure that she would be able to take care of it. He leaned back against the chair with a sigh of satisfaction, his shaft straining the jeans he'd worn. It was eager to get out by now, and he waited with bated breath for her to continue.


[User] There it was. Lucy was thrilled by the forceful kiss planted on her lips. Now they were getting somewhere good. As a submissive Lucy wanted the other person to take charge. She smiled and opened her lips to allow Stella to insert her tongue into Lucy's mouth. She returned the kiss as the blonde's tongue roamed and explored every corner of her mouth.

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Stella felt Lucy give way and open her mouth to her. She smiled as her tongue dipped lower into the actress's mouth, running her tongue against Lucy's. While one hand stayed anchored at the base of Lucy's head, Stella's right hand began to roam the curves of this woman's body. She moved her left leg in between Lucy's stance and started to raise her knee farther up Lucy's legs. Stella was hot and turned on. The thought of being able to say she fucked Lucy Hale in a bar bathroom was beyond excitement. However, the idea of hearing this woman's squeals from what Stella was able to do to her would be so much more pleasurable than just the bragging rights.

"Are you ready for me to unwind you?" Stella breathed as her right hand rand across Lucy's chest, making out the outlines of her bra beneath her shirt.

[User] Lucy was basically dripping wet. She had never felt this wet before without having cum already. She was obviously overdue for some good sex. "Fuck yes!" She breathed out in response to the woman's question. She wanted this woman to make her cum so bad.

[Assistant] Stella smiled as she heard Lucy whimper out her answer. Stella nibbled at the woman's neck as her hands moved down to the hem of Lucy's shirt, tugging it upwards and over the starlet's head. Stella moved her kisses downwards as she caressed Lucy's chest, kissing the pillowtops of her breasts, still held up by her bra. Her hands slipped behind Lucy's back to take care of that problem. With deft hands, Stella released the clasps of Lucy's bra and allowed the padded fabric to slide down her elegant arms. With her breasts now out in the open, Stella murmured an, "Oh yes," before she took one of Lucy's perky nipples into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the hardened nub as her free hand moved to grasp the other.

[User] Lucy stood still as the woman began to strip her. It wasn't but 30 seconds before her breasts were in the open air. That tongue... was teasing her. Lucy let out a soft moan as Stella played with her bare breasts. She knew this wasn't going to end before both women had cum more than once, and Lucy didn't want it any other way.

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Stella couldn't get enough. She found the zipper on the side of Lucy's skirt and urged it down, gently sliding her skirt down her legs, revealing her panty-clad pussy. Stella looked down at the actress's covered clit and noticed just how wet she was. It turned her on to know that Lucy Hale wanted her as badly as she wanted this little actress. She moved her right hand down, helping Lucy step out of her skirt to widen her stance, as Stella cooed, "I see just how excited you are to play with me." Stella dropped down to her knees as she whispered up to Lucy, "Allow me to take care of that."

With a delicate finger, Stella moved the wet cloth from Lucy's wet sex. She inched herself closer to the woman's opening and breathed warm air against her pussy. She smelled divine. With her tongue positioned, Stella lowered herself to meet Lucy's pussy lips, her mouth slipping past and locating her glorious clit. _There you are._ With her tongue, she circled Lucy's sensitive nub between her legs as her hands roamed her body, clutching at her bare breasts and clawing teasingly down her chest.

[User] Lucy stepped out of her skirt. She was ready for so much more. Stella's tongue felt nothing short of divine. The very first lick had Lucy moaning in pleasure and squirming, trying to get her clit closer to the other woman's tongue.

[Assistant] Stella could feel the intensity of Lucy's desire. The way she squirmed and moaned beneath her was electrifying, sending shivers down her own spine. Her tongue danced over Lucy's clit, tasting the intoxicating sweetness that was uniquely hers. She could hear the pleasure in Lucy's voice, each whimper and sigh driving her to explore further, to dive deeper. It wasn't enough for her just to taste; she wanted to consume every inch of this woman. Her hands moved with a mind of their own, caressing Lucy's bare breasts while her fingers tweaked at hardened nipples. Every sound from Lucy was like music to her ears---a symphony of pleasure that only increased her own arousal.


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The attack had been swift and vicious. And now, a young man with flowing, dark auburn hair was bound with his hands behind his back upon the pirate ship that had destroyed his home village that lived upon the ocean. A piece of cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and rope secured it between his teeth to keep him silent. He was tied to the main mast, the group of pirates, some with swords and cutlasses drawn and pistols pointing kept Richie in check. His dagger had been removed and tossed over board. Something of which his father had given him when he had turned sixteen.

The young man squirmed in the tight rope bindings around his wrists and ankles that secured him to the thick post of the ship that supported the main mast. He had always been fascinated by pirate tales and adventures. But now they were the exact opposite. His heart hammered madly against his sternum, audible even in his own ears. His hair was a mess from struggling in the grips of the pirates that had quite literally dragged him aboard the ship before binding and gagging him.

The hot sun beat down upon all of the men. Causing drops of sweat to bead down on their skin. The sun was brightly reflected up off the ocean's surface. Which sloshed loudly upon the dark wooden pirate ship. They were obviously waiting for their captain. As none of them had dared make a move upon him. Not yet at least. Richie grimaced, the thick ropes digging into his wrists and ankles.

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It had been another successful raid along the coast off South Carolina, so now the Walrus was sailing at best speed back towards the Bahamas. The cargo hold was full of ill-gotten gains destined for the port of Nassau, where they would no doubt fetch a fair and generous price. The Carolina's were ripe for the picking, despite the large number of Royal Navy vessels that patrolled her coastline.

Now that they were making good time and there seemed for the time being to be no pursuit the men were starting to gather on the main deck, waiting for the Captain to return from taking stock of the cargo with the Quartermaster while the 1st mate maintained control on deck. It was not their place to take prisoners but today he noticed a young man fastened to the main mast... If he could be called a young man, he looked more like a girl the man said. It was the bosun who had brought him on board... The bosun was close to the Captain; they'd been friends even before he'd taken the position...

John was the bosun's name, John Silver. He'd bound and gagged the young man before having him chained to the mast. No one would touch him as long as John was close at hand. Some of the men just wanted the youth killed and tossed overboard but John had simply said no...

Captain Flint returned on the deck with the Quartermaster in tow. He congratulated the crew on a job well done. Two crewmen were dead, killed the during the raid, a small price to pay, they all agreed. Finally, Flint moved to the main mast and he looked the young man over... He looked at John... "What's this?" he said with a grin... John returned the grin and he shrugged... "He seemed out of place... Clearly he's not a warrior... I thought he might make an entertaining plaything" he said with a smile... The Captain looked back at the youth curiously before he pulled the gag down... "What's your name boy?" He asked.

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Through the throng of men with swords and pistols drawn, a shaven haired man, and a man with curly, shoulder length hair approached him. The one who seemed to be in charge of the men pulled the rope and cloth from his mouth, allowing him to speak.

"Richie... Sir..." He trailed off, swallowing nervously as his chocolate brown eyes flickered between the two men. He stirred against the wooden post, wondering what they were going to do with him. But then, something the man had said registered. Entertaining plaything? What in the world did that mean? Were they going to torture him to death? Those were hardly welcoming thoughts. But he didn't dare say anything more. He also didn't beg. Having a feeling begging would only get him in deeper water then he was already in. Not that he had a home to return to any longer. Seeing as how it had been burned down with the rest of his sea side village.

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"Richie..." The Captain repeated. The name meant nothing to him so he turned to John... "You keep him fed out of your cut" he told the man before he looked around... "And if he works out, make the men get crack at him... Might be nice to have something to relieve the pressure..." Many of them men turned in disgust at the idea of fucking a man, but many hooted and hollered...

"Bit not now..." he yelled to catch everyone's attention... "We're still in dangerous waters, so everyone at their posts... We have a strong wind so lets out as much distance between us and the coast..." he called. The men quickly started to disperse until only the Captain and John remained with the young captive... "I want him off my deck... Secure him in your cabin, then get your ass back up here, we're not out of the woods yet..." Flint ordered as he turned to walk away... "Aye Captain" John said as he pulled the bolt form the chain and he grabbed it close to where it was fastened to Richie's wrists...

"Come on lass... To the cabin with you" he said with a chuckle as he jerked the chains hard to get the young man moving.

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Quickly he was unbound from the main mast, the rope and cloth still hanging around his neck. Well, at least it seemed they weren't going to kill him. Not yet anyway. A long deep breath escaped from Richie as he was guided to a smaller cabin towards the back of the ship. He glared at the man as he called him 'lass', but didn't dare retort about it. He stumbled a little as he was shoved into the cabin, the ship jerking forward slightly as the crew pulled down the sails, the wind billowing them out and guided the ship along its destined course away from the sea side village they had just demolished.

He was half tempted to swim back, but he knew he would never get past the other men. He heard the door be locked from the outside and glared at it. He stood around, looking around at the ornate items, including the single bed in one corner. No doubt at least half, if not all, of the items in the room had been plundered. He rubbed his wrists were the shackles had been, his stomach growling. He grimaced but ignored it as he found a small window and looked out. Seeing nothing but ocean as the ship sailed.

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It was a few hours later by the time John returned. The job of the bosun was an important and demanding one. But now, as the sun was beginning to set his work was done. The lights outside the ship had been secured so they wouldn't be seen by any pursuit vessel. Things it seemed were progressing rather well. They had made off quickly without being seen...

He opened the door and he made certain the young man was still there before he closed the door. He smiled at the young man as he stood there leaning back against the door. He moved forward with a plate that held some bread and cheese as well as a serving of some thick fish stew. "Glad to see you're smart enough to stay put and not try anything stupid..." He said passing the plate over to the young man and he then indicated the bed... "Sit and eat... While we talk" he said moving to pull the room's only chair close so he could sit in front of the pretty young man...

"My name is John Silver..." he said simply... "And on board this ship, you belong to be... You live if it pleases me, or you die if it pleases me... Understand?" He said as he reached beneath the bed for a stoppered clay bottle.

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During the bosun's absence, Richie paced around the small cabin. His mind and heart was racing. But suddenly, at just after sunset when the crew had gone down to the sleeping section, the cabin doors were unlocked and the man with the curly brown hair entered. Carrying a plate of food and cup of water. Hesitantly he sat down at the table. There was a wedge of cheese, chunk of bread and freshly caught fish upon his plate. Despite the situation, Richie dove into the fish, pausing after his first mouthful at the man's words. Slowly he swallowed down the fish.

"Yes Sir." He muttered, picking up the small wedge of cheese and taking a big bite of it, washing it down with a big gulp of water. As the man picked up the clay bottle, Richie looked over at the man, ripping off a chunk of the bread and stuffing it in his mouth. Soon, the meal was gone. Richie was no longer hungry, and he downed the water, remaining in the chair, absently wondering what the man would do to him.

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As he watched the pretty young man eat John pulled the jig to his lips and he had a drink of the rum, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before he stoppered the bottle once again and he set it down. "Stand up and take your clothes off" he said simply as he leaned back, though he didn't remain silent...

"I find it curious that you were on that ship... I sense something about you isn't what it seems to be... You weren't part of the crew, clearly... No ship's captain would want a sailor who looks more like a girl than a man on his ship... It would be a distraction to the crew... Not to mention with a body like yours you'd likely make a poor sailor..." he admitted with a nod of his head...

"So my guess is, you're a stowaway... By the look of your clothes, I'd say you're not exactly a poor stowaway either" he suggested... "Do you have a family name, Richie?" He asked curiously.


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Maggie has a maid? Ben quickly shook his head to return to the conversation at hand. "No matter what, I look forward to seeing your lovely face again." He said back, enjoying how soft her voice had become. Oh, she was a good one. A very, very, very good one. And one he was gonna reel in. "See you tomorrow. Miss Maggie." He said with a sultry tone, before hanging up. Tomorrow would be fun. He was already planning out what to wear. If she played hard to get again, he wanted to prepare for it. He wasn't gonna chase after her. He was gonna make her come after him.

When the afternoon came, Maggie would easily find the restaurant Ben had talked about last night.

The place had a New England look and feel to it, from the old fashion architecture, to the hanging pictures and deer head over the fireplace, which looked to use fire made by gas over fake logs rather than actually burning wood logs. It wasn't too packed, a couple people at the bar, and some in the booths near the entrance she would come in from. But, she would find Ben at the booth near the fireplace, texting on his phone. His wore a button up long sleeve plaid shirt, with a gray T-Shirt underneath, and blues jeans with the same sneakers he wore last night. The shirt was unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He seemed intensely focused on his phone, not noticing Maggie approaching until she was a few feet away from the table. When he did, he quickly put it down, and pushed his glasses up the index of his nose.

"Ah!" He said with a smile, happy to see her again. "I see you kept to your word. Here I was thinking I would be having lunch alone, and you were just playing me again." He joked, putting his hands together and leaning his chin over them. He had that same charm from last night, with a smugness that seemed more noticeable now in the day than before. Mainly because he knew she wouldn't fall for his nice guy attitude again. Ben revealed he was much more than a rich white kid who flexed his money muscles around to get his way. He was a strategist, and took joy in playing his opponents. He was showing some of his true face, though Maggie was yet to see all of it.

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Maggie spent the rest of the night getting the sleep she desperately needed. The next morning she awoke, ready and excited for their time together. She dressed in a black tank top that cut off right above her midriff. She paired that with a simple pair of jeans and sneakers. Maggie combed through her hair, applying a bit of makeup before rushing out the door. She ensured she locked up, jogging down the stairs soon after.

Maggie hailed a cab and offered him the address. She browsed through her phone as they drove down the long road.

When they finally arrived, she pushed open the door before stepping out. She paid the cab before hurrying inside. She scanned the crowd before spotting him. She grinned, offering him a wave. "Well like I said last night---I'm not about to miss out on a free meal, and a possible friend for the night." She winked with a laugh. Maggie approached the table before sitting down with a smile.

[User] "Ah good, I didn't dream that part." Ben joked, handing over a menu to her. "You look lovely today." He complimented. "So, tell me about street fighting. What got you into that, and why continue doing it? I can imagine there are better avenues for fighting careers that are considered more legal and less troublesome if a doctor is wondering why you have broken knuckles and a swollen face." Street fights weren't legal in the US, and while she mentioned they made her good money, the insurance and health bills probably didn't keep her paydays too great.

[Assistant] "Well, I started fighting when I was sixteen. I did that for street cred and respect. I joined a gang in order to keep my brother safe after he was jumped. I found the guys who beat him up... And well they deserved what they got." Maggie shrugged simply. "I've always found fighting thrilling, and I'm damn good at it, so that's also a plus." She chuckled with a grin.

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"But why simply street fights?" Ben asked, leaning his chin atop his hands, putting his full attention to her. "You have a physical presence about you. From how you talk, to your body language, you have absolute control over how you want others to view you, yet I can't imagine putting those talents into a career that's only for drunken idiots and in debt fathers with little care for their families at home. I picture you holding gold. Training at top MMA gyms, with the best sparing partners and coaches, not because of wealth, but because of skill, and beating your way through promotion after promotion to make yourself rich by humiliating those who thought they were better than you." Ben's mind slightly drifted off into fantasy, imaging her not so much as a competitor, but as a dominator. He blinked quickly once he realized how this was all sounding, and leaned back into his chair to get his back straight. "Sorry. I get carried away sometimes." He told her, pushing his glasses up again and giving a small smile.

The waitress came over to their table, and Ben gave his order. "I'll have a small pepperoni with water. Or would you prefer we do a big one with half and half?" He asked Maggie, meaning one side with toppings for Ben, and one side for her, if she wanted a pizza.

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Maggie blinked at his words before she let out a soft laugh. "I could, but then people would start diggin' once they read more into me, they'll learn more about me then I want. I fight for the feeling, not for the fame. It doesn't give me any satisfaction to receive their praise. I know that I could beat them, and that's all I need." She shrugged with a soft laugh.

She smiled up at the waitress before nodding with a smile, "Half-and-half is fine with me. Water and pepperoni is fine for me too,"

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"Oh you'd be surprised how shady people's pasts are in professional sports. Drugs, gambling addictions, money laundering, spousal abuse, marrying cousins, which I swear did actually happen to one, sexual assault, criminal offenses, joining a gang is just street cred at this point, you'll probably get a beer commercial with some narrator saying how awesome you are." As Ben listed off the various offenses, he counted them with his fingers, and looked at them with his head cocked to the side to make sure he was remembering them all. Still, he said it all with his sarcastic tone of voice, and a small grin on his face. The two would get their water once they ordered, with Ben telling the waitress, "thank you," before handing over his menu.

"Anyway, my mind always goes to profits like that. I can understand the enjoyment from just being better than others. I do it daily." He joked, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure there's something about me you'd enjoy hearing. My life's story isn't as impressive as yours, but I can try doing... something, at least, to make it more entertaining."

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Maggie offered him a smile as she handed the waitress her own menu. She ran through her hair with her fingers with a soft chuckle. "Well---it seems only fair. I've told you mine, you tell me yours," She grinned, sipping her water as she relaxed back in her chair. She rested her head against her hand with a smile.

She wasn't sure exactly what he was going to say, but with the way he spoke, she was immediately intrigued.

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With a small smile and a sip of his water, he removed his glasses. "Much of what I said last night still stands. Grew up in Manchester, adopted by a doctor, given top education and fell out with him. Though..." He seemed almost hesitant to continue, as he already explained to Maggie he didn't know who his parents were. But... well, why what the hell, she already admitted she did street fights. "I have this strong feeling my parents were murdered." He simply said. "I... was raised by someone who said he had 'saved' me from them, but how and why was never explained. He simply gave me a home, and raised me like he was my dad. But, I've always believed the simple case was he murdered both parents and kidnapped me." He didn't sound bothered by this, even though this was a rather disturbing childhood by the sounds of it. "He raised me until I was 8, then gave me up to an orphanage after my brother ran away. Adopted brother, I should add. He hated him more than I did, probably due to how I was the favorite. I had savvey and wits, my brother Divian had anger issues and mental illnesses. Both of us were taught how to adapt and survive, and he didn't take the lessons to heart."

He put his glasses down, continuing to say, "It's... a very complicated family I was raised in."

[Assistant] Maggie listened, nodding slowly, her eyebrow twitching up at the fact regarding his foster father and his suspicions. She took a drink of her water before deciding to respond. "I understand how you feel... My father wasn't much of anything to applaud either. He was a drunk the majority of the time I knew him. He had a rather large temper- and often it out the rest of us. Maybe that's where I learned to fight... I didn't start fightin' back until I was about ten. He threatened to kill me and my little brother, so I attacked him. That didn't make anything better, but I at least could protect myself, my brother, and my mother... He kept this up until one day I guess he had enough. Took a gun and shot me twice." She lifted up the side of her shirt, revealing two scars. "My mother called the ambulance, and my father ran like the coward he is. I haven't looked for him but I imagine he's dead in a ditch somewhere with a heroin needle stickin' out his ass." Her words were tainted with disgust. She took another drink of the water with a sigh.

[User] Ben looked on, raising an eyebrow to when she showed her scars. He couldn't help but chuckle once she finished and sighed. "Our first date, and already we're revealing our darkest family secrets. God knows what else we'll say on the second one." He joked, since he rarely ever discussed such honesty. Family tragedy was a good manipulative tool, but... well, Maggie was no ordinary girl. He felt telling parts of the actual truth wouldn't scare her away. It was almost comforting to see. "I am sorry to hear that though." He added, putting his glasses back on. "I imagine it was quite traumatizing."

[Assistant] Maggie simply shrugged. "A bit, but that's life." She smirked. "I've learned what I can handle and deal with. I drank from the cup of death, only to spit it back out... the worst part probably is I had to say goodbye to bikinis." She laughed teasingly. "I hope to get them covered with a tattoo or two here eventually. Just don't know what," Maggie had quite a few tattoos already across her body, but she wasn't ever sure what to put over the scars. She wanted it to be meaningful, but not much in her life gave her meaning. The parts that did were already tattoos.

[User] "Oh please, the scars would only add to your badass persona." Ben told her. "Haven't you seen Aliens? Muscular Latina women who can hold a gun twice their size has quite the sex appeal. The scars would only make you more mysterious." He was genuine about that, although hypocritically, since he kept his scars hidden as well. A form of weakness if people saw he was something 'mortal.' Eventually, their pizza arrived, and Ben thanked the waitress. "So what's your plans for the rest of the week? I imagine you're on the move a lot, I can't see you staying in a single town for too long." He asked, grabbing a slice from the plate.

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Maggie smiled with a soft chuckle as he spoke. He made a good point, but it didn't stop her from feeling somewhat self-conscious about the wounds. They had linked her to bad memories of her past. As much as talking about her past resurfaced buried pain, talking about it with Ben was... Different. She actually felt like she could joke about the harder parts of her childhood with him without getting emotional.

"I do move quite a bit, but that's just what you do in my line of work." She shrugged with a smile. "Though, I recently moved here, so I don't plan on leavin' here just yet. For the most part, my plans are fluid. What about you?" She smiled, taking a slice as well.

[User] "Finish up school, then take some time off to go traveling." He said, taking a bite. "Been years since I did any. Thinking of trekking across the country, then Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, and maybe Australia. Never seen South America, or most of the US, so I'll see how far I can go." He looked her over again though, admiring her features. "Though, of course, I wouldn't be happy with myself if I left a woman like yourself out to dry. If you want, I wouldn't mind the company." Minus the other men and women he was sure to try picking up on in his travels.

[Assistant] "Well if you're ever interested, I do have family down in South America... after all, a majority of my heritage comes form Salvador. I don't think I'd mind takin' you home to meet my family. As long as you don't do anythin' stupid, I doubt we'd have a problem." She grinned, relaxing back in her chair as she let her fingers drag through her hair. She took another bite of her food before continuing, "Plus, I speak Portuguese and Spanish, so you don't have to worry 'bout gettin' cheated out of a good deal." She laughed warmly.

[User] "Sounds perfect." Ben ate his way through the pizza, and once he finished, he leaned back into his chair once more, completely filled. "Ahhhhh~" He moaned. "My dieting coach is gonna kill me if he finds out." He joked, as he was on a strict diet to help keep his body in the condition Ben preferred. "So. What now?" He asked, putting his hands over his stomach to twiddle his thumbs. "Feel like burning off the calories? We could walk around town, and see who's place is closer."

[Assistant] Maggie laughed softly as she finished her food, her stomach finally feeling relaxed and satisfied. She grinned at his offer, "I admire your confidence, but if we are to continue with this type of banter, I would prefer a few drinks before hand." She laughed with a lazy grin. "Though I wouldn't be totally opposed to the other option. Depends on how interesting our walk is," She smirked, running her fingers through her hair.

[User] "Well, I'm not one to push away drinks, but it is," he looked at his phone's clock, "nearly 2:30 in the afternoon." And it was Sunday. "But then again, I don't feel like turning down anything you wanna do right now. I'll just follow your lead from here."

[Assistant] "Just cause it's 2:30 doesn't mean we can't have a little fun. But if you really want to wait until later tonight, you're going to have to hold off until then," Maggie paused for a moment before a grin pulled across her face. "Y'know what? If you can keep your hands off of me this afternoon..." She reached down and rested her hand against his leg, allowing her fingernail to trail up,; pausing mid-thigh. "Well let's just say, I won't oppose tonight," She smirked, her hand drawing near. Maggie leaned back slightly, her hand intimately brushing against him before she pulled away. "Do we have a deal?" In all honesty, this was a test. A test that determined his overall patience and interest. Other men who accepted primarily failed, but she had faith in him.

[User] While she couldn't see it, Ben's skin were covered in goosebumps. Damn if she didn't know how to push his buttons. But, Ben stayed calm, smiling to her offer. "How can I say no?" He told her, crossing his legs.

[Assistant] Maggie smirked, her eyebrow peaking at his comment. "I'm glad your excited... but I'd be watch out for yourself here. Just a slip up, and it's nothin-" She grinned, her leg teasing his own. "Don't expect this to be easy, I'm damn good at getting what I want."

[User] Ben chuckled, leaning back into his own seat. "You keep underestimating me." With his crossed leg, he pushed hers away to change position. "It's fair to say I won't lose if you intentionally try making me touch you, right?"

[Assistant] "I can do whatever the hell I want, I made the rules, remember?" Maggie grinned, biting down on her lip for a moment or two. "How about we put that to the test and leave this joint?"


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Dr. Nadia was the top leading female health specialist in the country. She helped millions of women every year with different problems. She even did virtual consultations with some from other countries when needed enough. She didn't have enough time to really dedicate to her personal life. She did want to keep working but she needed to find someone to spend her days with. That extra special someone, she could fuck until morning, someone she could make breakfast for and give spankings too.

Nadia was having just another usual day at the office, she had been there already six hours in the day and to say she was tired, she was. She was working on little sleep as she was debating on finding someone to help her with her wants. She owned her own clinic that was well renowned and she had trained some of the finest doctors to help her business when she started to take more personal time.

The idea of having someone to buy things for and travel but also get to do all the kinky fuckery things she likes was something she desperately wanted. She waited in her office as the nurse was going to bring in the next subject. Another patient, another hour. She hoped this new client was someone who was at least kinder than the last.

She sat on her chair with her black hair in a braid, her white skin and red lipstick was always referred to as her snow white personality. She didn't feel like a princess some days but as she opened her laptop ready to make notes she was excited to see what this client would be like, and how she could help.

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Amber sat in the waiting room of the doctors office, her fingers fiddling with her leggings nervously. She had never come to a doctor with an embarrassing problem like this, feeling a bit unsure if she should even voice it. She had been told by several partners that she had a voracious appetite for sex, even craving some certain kinky things that were too far for her vanilla partners. But she knew that it was too late to back out as a nurse opened the back door to the rooms and called her name.

She looked up and stood, walking quickly to the nurse and into the area with the offices and examination rooms. She was dressed in a simple Trivium t-shirt and black leggings, her long blonde hair with purple streaks in it a stark contrast to her clothes. Her blue eyes scanned the place curiously as she followed the nurse who knocked on a door and opened it for her as she stepped in. "Doctor this is your patient Amber Whiting," the nurse said before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Amber gave a smile to this doctor, kind of glad she was a woman and held out a hand in greeting. "Hello Dr. Nadia, its a pleasure to meet you and I hope you'll be able to help me," she said as she sat down in one of the chairs there.

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Nadia looked at the young girl wearing a t-shirt and black leggings. Her long blonde hair with purple streaks were different but she was a very young and attractive woman. Standing up she shook her head and smiled as she let the nurse leave. "Hello, Ms. Whiting. How are you today?" She asked as she sat back down on her chair, crossed her legs and smiled at the young woman.

"I assume you came to me to ask for some help but whatever it is, I'm hoping I can." She said with a smile looking at the woman. She was stunning and it was something as a female health doctor that she was surprised she was having. Even though she was lesbian she hadn't ever been attracted to a patient before today which was something that confused her.

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"I am alright except for the problem I'm having," Amber said with a smile and nodded to her next words of hoping to help her. She shifted nervously in her chair as she crossed her legs at the ankles and tucked them beneath her chair, wondering how she should word it all. She knew the problem she was having could not be common, having heard how women had problems with low sex drive but definitely not the other way around.

"I've been having some problems with my sex drive... as in it seems too high. I'm always turned on or wanting more even after I've had sex and orgasmed. I've had several partners say I have voracious appetite for sex and they won't do the more... intense suggestions I've made that I thought might help quell the need a bit, thinking maybe things were just a bit too vanilla. I just really want to not be seen as, I guess, high maintenance or not being satisfied easily enough... is there anything you can do or give me to help me?" She asked as she looked to the woman, hoping there was something that could be done to help her.

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She looked at the girl and noticed her fidgeting a bit and it made her smile. The young girl seemed to be soft and something that interested her very much. She looked at her and nodded for a moment. "Whatever you say here is safe, its confidential and happens between us stays between us." She exclaimed with a nod of her head gently.

When she spoke about the problem she put her notes gently on file. "I understand you saying you have what you think is a high sex drive. Are you being pleased enough in previous relationships? Or can you orgasm and then want it again in the next few moments?" She asked the woman carefully wanting not to upset her and her condition.

"When you mean too vanilla, you want more of a BDSM aspect to your life or something full time?"

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Amber looked to the woman as she took notes and asked question, biting at her bottom lip lightly. She knew those answers easily but actually saying them was a bit awkward for her. She shifted in her seat and parted her lips to speak, still not exactly sure how to word it. "I honestly was not satisfied enough in previous relationships. And it was like I could orgasm and then want even more just a minute later... I think because I never have been fully satisfied or had an overall amazing orgasm. They've all just been so-so I guess," she said softly as she chewed on her bottom lip.

She blinked as the doctor spoke of BDSM, surprised as not many people knew of it or about the community there was. "Um well that could be a yes to both. I mean something full time would be amazing but at least adding some aspects if it into my life in the bedroom. I mean, I'm new to it all and everything but full time is something I would want," she said softly as she tried to fight a light blush from heating up her cheeks

[User]
Nadia looked at the woman she seemed to be surprised the woman knew of the community. Nadia dreamed of doing something full time but she knew her work as a doctor made her have a difficult time doing things like that. But she had been looking into something. Smiling she looked at her gently before making another note.

"So I am gonna be honest if you are comfortable enough. I would like to run a test to see if you really do have a high sex drive. If you do it's still your choice if you want something. I can give you an antidepressant that will lower your libido and at times it could make it non-existent. Or we could go an extreme measure of giving you a hormone drug therapy. In the end it's up to you, but before I prescribe anything, I want to run the test. I will explain everything as its happening and then after the test, I can confirm or not. We can run the test right now if you want?"

[Assistant]
Amber looked to the woman as she spoke, listening closely to her words. She wondered just what kind of test she would have to do, but she felt as if she could trust this doctor and she did want some help with this. When she finished speaking she nodded lightly in agreement, setting down her purse on the floor. "Yes please do the test. I would love to know if this is all my libido and if its normal or not," she said softly as she ran a hand through her purple streaked hair.

"What do I need to do for this test?" She asked curiously, wondering if she would have to take off her clothes or if it was something different.

[User]
Nadia looked at her gently and gave a small nod of her head. Standing to her feet she opened her drawer and grabbed a pair of gloves, letting it slap against her skin. Opening a drawer she put lube on the table. "Please hop up here on the bed." She said walking over to the bed and giving it a pat. "I am going to see if you really do have a high libido. If you don't feel comfortable at any time you can let me know."

She went to the cupboard and gave her a gown. "Please change into this and I will return shortly." She handed the girl the robe and smiled. Exiting the room she went to her assistant. "Do you have enough room to take my next few appointments, this client seems to be in a deep struggle. I don't want any problems. So if you could that would be great." Her assistant gave her a swift nod and agreed and she went back to the room knocking gently.

"I'm back, do you have any fears or worries?" She asked the woman looking at her wanting to make her feel safe. Even though Nadia had never experienced this situation with a client before she wanted to help the woman and maybe help herself.

[Assistant]
Amber nodded to her words, taking the gown that was offered to her as the doctor left. She stripped out of her clothes and undergarments, folding them neatly on the chair as she pulled the gown on, never really liking them as they were so unflattering on any body type. She sat up on the exam bed, a bit nervous for whatever the test entailed, seeing the tube of lube and knowing it would probably involve touching her inside. She always dreaded that as it did turn her on to even just be touched, even in a professional way.

She looked up as the doctor came back in, shrugging lightly. "Not really... I just want it to be normal and maybe figure out what I can do to help the whole problem. Whether that's actually finding something full time or medication," she said softly as she laid back on the bed. She did want to figure it all out and wanted to have the problem fixed, if it was even a problem to begin with.

[User]
Smiling Nadia nodded her head. Looking at her she gave a small smile to help maybe brighten the situation. "Regardless if you have a high or a low sex drive, it's something based on the person, their desires, their needs. There is nothing wrong with you. You should only be getting anything done if you want it." She walked over and grabbed the lube, bringing her rolling stool in front of the table.

"Let's get your feet in these stirrups." She directed as she helped her feet into them. Sitting on the chair she looked at the woman and her body and nodded in appreciation. "I am going to insert a finger inside your vaginal walls. From the looks of it I don't think I will need lube, do you want me to use lube?" She said pumping her chair up so she could look at the girl in the eyes.

[Assistant]
Amber nodded to her words, getting her feet into the stirrups as she let out a soft breath. "I do, I don't want to always be turned on. I would like to be satisfied sometimes," she said softly as she shifted a bit to be comfortable on the exam bed, always hating how rigid they were. She wished they could at least be a bit more so or even just more relaxing, trying to keep herself from being tense out of nervousness as the woman spoke again.

She blushed a bit at her words as she shook her head lightly. "Um, no if you don't need the lube than you don't have to use it. I never liked that cold, gel like stuff you'll use anyways," she said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the tension she was feeling but it wasn't working all that well.

[User]
Nadia listened to the girl speak and she looked up at her. "It's fine, Amber." She said breaking protocol wanting to make the girl calm and use this time to relax. When she mentioned no need for the lube she nodded. "Yes, okay take a deep breath."

With that she ran her blue-latex gloved hand and rubbed it against her clit. She rubbed it over the mound flesh and then inserted a finger into her vaginal wall. "Your clitoris looks like it's swelling a bit, you must be turned on. Do you feel turned on?" She asked wanting to help the girl but also help herself.

If the girl was interested she was going to offer something to her and the idea made her smiled. She moved her middle finger and began to move it in and out of her vagina enjoying the way it felt.

[Assistant]
Amber tried to make herself relax as she told her to take a deep breath, doing as she asked. She let it out slowly and held back a gasp as she felt her gloved hand brush against her clit, causing a ripple of stimulation and surprise to run through her body. As the finger was inserted she tried to relax as the woman spoke, feeling her inner walls clenching lightly around the intrusion. It was all causing her to become a bit more turned on, having not had any touching or a release in a few weeks.

"Y-Yes I am a bit turned on," she said with a light blush of embarrassment, hating to admit it. She felt the doctor move her finger in and out of her entrance, holding back a moan as she bit her bottom lip lightly. The sensation felt good, unable to control her body as her walls clenched more around the finger in response to the stimulation.

[User]
Nadia listened to the girl as she made her moans as she felt the body responding to her touch and to the fact the walls of her was clenching. She could tell the girl would be ready soon. "It's okay this response is normal to the test. If you feel an orgasm don't hold back. I'm a doctor and this is normal response."

She focused on her body and continued to touch her while adding some touch to her clit. She wanted the young girl to release herself and know the after affect. Her own heart rate was racing but the door was locked and everything was fine for the test to occur.

[Assistant]
Amber blushed as her body responded to the touching, hearing her words as a soft moan escaped her. "A-Are you sure? T-This is how the test is supposed to go?" She asked with a slight stutter, wanting to give in to the sensations but also a bit unsure. She felt the woman start to touch her clit as well, her walls clenching tighter as her hips lifted a bit in response.

She moaned again but kept them soft and not loud, knowing they were in a doctor's office and not wanting anyone to hear her. She bucked up her hips a bit more as she could feel her pleasure building, wanting that release as the woman said it was a normal response. She let herself start to give in and feel the pleasure, able to feel herself growing even wetter.


[User]
The ball. It was beautiful. The lord always held the parties in the winter, encouraging only his most beautiful subjects to join the feast. Finally her family was able to scrape the money together for the young woman to go. Pale eyes scanned over the crowd in awe, as she slowly attempted to get through the hundreds of people, trying to get to the food table. She needed a glass of wine... The girl was awful poor, her entire family living on the edge of the lords land, barely getting by with the two cows they had, as well as a couple goats.

However, they prayed for better for the eldest daughter, so they sent her to the party with what little they could. At least she could feel beautiful for one night, right? Maybe she could even find a man to take care of her there who knows.

Taking a deep breath, the girl leaned lightly against a table, sipping the incredibly expensive wine, her gold eyes widening at the mere taste. How amazing! She thought, watching the dancers almost longingly. She hadn’t a clue how to socialize, let alone with higher classes.

[Assistant]
Daken roamed the party, his hands sunk into his pockets as he watched the bodies bump and twist around one another. It wasn't an orgy by any means, but the way he could hear everyone's heartbeat, thumping against one another, he could almost feel the excitement of the entire crowd, and it was truly addicting.

Daken had told himself it was about time to find someone, someone worthy enough to become his pet, his little lover, someone he could spend their lifetime with for... entertainment purposes. Eternity was board alone after all.

Every woman seemed to throw them selves at him, the most powerful man st the ball. Of course they did, they knew he was power, he was money, and he was sex. Sex with a capital S. His scarlet eyes didn't halt until they fell on one girl, one girl who was simply by herself sipping wine like she didn't belong here. At that moment, he wanted her. He glided across the floor and ended up beside her, "Enjoying yourself?"

[User] The sudden voice speaking to her directly made her jump a bit, gold eyes turning to look at the taller man. Taking in his features, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks heat up lightly. Not only was he remarkably beautiful, but she was embarrassed realizing how much she probably stuck out amongst the crowd of women, who dressed less modestly than herself. She had to admit, this surely wasn't what she had expected. "I am. This place is wonderful." Grinning, she looked away toward the crowd again. "I've never been to such an event ever in my life." She admitted almost meekly, innocence dripping from her very being.

[Assistant] "I take it you're not one of my crowd then?" He asked with intrigue rather than ridicule. "It's charming actually... to see someone less fortunate than most of us to show up here... shows me a different type of person, a type of person that experiences more than even the most common person does." His voice seemed genuine and sincere, joyful even to be talking to her. "My name is Daken Alford, who might I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

[User] Humming a thank you, Xylia listened to his words carefully, focused in their conversation, she looked back at him. Her eyes widened at the name, her face further flushing from embarrassment. "M-my lord! My apologies." She bowed meekly, "Xylia Frarrywood." She introduced herself, her small voice shook with nervousness, "How dreadful for me to be so rude." However, she didn't raise, until he spoke again. It became more and more clear that she was not used to any of this lifestyle. Those gold eyes reading so many emotions, mostly delightful nervousness.

[Assistant]
Daken bowed to hers, his smile quite obvious across his lips as she seemed to have a fit of nervousness in his presence. "Please, no harm done. I enjoy the casual conversation. You have so much charm about you. It's rather... intoxicating." He told her with a grin before he took up a spare glass of wine and gently tapped her glass with a flirty grin.

"Pardon my forwardness, but would you be interested in stepping away from the party with Me? I can only take so much of the crowds before they become draining."

[User]
Quickly, Xylia had her glass refilled when she stood straight again, clinking the two together with a small shy smile. "I'm unsure how to respond to that, my lord." She stammered, offering a shy grin on her rosy lips. Glancing him up and down, she couldn't help but feel her heartbeat kick up. The lord was quite intimidating after all. She did stand at a meek 5'5 with the heels.

"I'd be honored! Though whatever for, sir?" Obliviousness dripped in her every word. Her unawareness to his tone was clearly a product of inexperience and nothing more, though the way his words fell from his lips did have an effect on her. She just couldn't put her finger on what that effect was

[Assistant]
Chuckling softly, Daken extended his arm to her, interlocking it with hers before he guided her along the floor, now aimed towards a doorway that lead out to vast garden. "Just follow me, my dear. I'll explain along the way."

As they walked away from the crowd, the music died off until it was pure silence around them, perfectly isolating them. "Miss Frarrywood, as a man of my wealth and taste... it may seem impossible to believe it, but I grow bored of such a lifestyle. Every so often, I need to find something to not only entertain my mind, but also my heart. Tonight, was supposed to be the night to find someone to merely entertain my fancy. However, you've done more already than I could have imagined. You've more than captured my fancy. So much so I feel the need to keep you away from such a crowd, in fear that would taint you with their vanity."


[User] "Actually. You know what, come here you..." Danny whispered, keeping his hand running through her hair slowly and gently as he did, hearing her quiet, exasperated moans as he did so. He used his other hand to lead her over to her bed with a smile, he laid down and pulled her onto him, continuing to move his hand through her hair gently. "Good... you have such gorgeous hair..." He whispered, pulling her into another kiss, this time it was a little deeper and he held it for much longer, even letting his tongue slip into her mouth a little as he did so.

[Assistant] The next thing she knew, Adella was on top of him, his tongue slipping in her mouth and her allowing it, even opening her lips slightly for him. It was official. She was crazy. She was letting her abusive, psycho kidnapper kiss her as if they'd been lovers for years. But he kept stroking her hair! Even        her anger couldn't win this round, her plump body instantly molding to his as she deepened the kiss even further, knowing that she'd probably regret it later, but fuck it. Her hands reached up to cup his face and then ran her hands through his hair, feeling the silky locks weave around her fingers. Soft moans and whimpers sounded from her before she playfully nipped his bottom lip, enjoying his reactions.

[User]
Danny pulled away a little from the kiss and smiled down at her. He took off his shirt quickly and threw it away, revealing his skinny body, he had the definition of some abs, but it wasn't really too clear, as if he just sat around all day. "You are really gorgeous..." He whispered, complimenting her again and then pulling her into a kiss. He pulled away again quickly and sighed contentedly.

"How about you take that hoodie and shirt off?" He suggested, already feeling his bulge pressing against her crotch through both of their pants by now. He slid his hand back into her hair, combing through it once more, enjoying the feeling of her gorgeous, silky locks brushing against his flesh. He used his other hand to slide up the inside of her shirt, rubbing her side gently as he kissed her again. She would definitely have to push him off to do anything with her clothing, but he didn't care, he was so lost in the moment.

[Assistant]
Adella suddenly felt a bulge press between her legs as he asked her to take her tops off, and she knew she shouldn't, but Adella wanted to feels so good so bad, she didn't care who from at this point. Giggling softly, she nodded and sat up, about to take the hoodie off when she caught her reflection in the window, seeing her busted face and the distinct bruising around her throat felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on her.

What in the FUCK was she doing? Just casually about to hook up with her kidnapper who wanted to kill her, no big deal. She was panting as she straddled him and then looked back down at him, still feeling his excitement between her legs before she moved off him. "I can't do it Danny. I won't." Adella spoke softly, shaking her head as she moved away from him and off the bed.

[User] As she moved away, Danny sighed, taking her hand into hers once again and pulling her back. "No. Adella, don't. I promise you I won't hurt you anymore." He told her, his eyes looking up into hers, almost as if he was begging for some sympathy from her. "I didn't even mean to hurt you before. It was fight or flight. You have to understand." Technically, that was true. She had literally punched him, scratching him, choked him, bit him, pretty much anything she could do to get him away from her. "Listen, I know you want to as well. I promise you I won't do any more than what you're comfortable with..." He whispered, biting his lip as he leaned in to try and give her another kiss, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

[Assistant]
Steeling her nerves, Adella shook her head silently and stood back from the bed. He wouldn't be able to rope her in this time. Giving her that lame fight or flight excuse. It's not like she was the one who snuck up behind him in an alleyway and threatened to blow his face off. Or nearly choke him to death. Her body was confused and her mind was clouded, but now she realized.

Adella could never be with him. She could never be with someone she feared or had to walk on eggshells so that he didn't become upset. She felt sorry for him, she truly did, but she had to put herself first. The one ray of sunlight bathed her, making her eyes as purple as lavender and showing the slight blue tinge of her hair. Maybe if he had of just talked to her, or even waved, things would be different. Hell, he stalked her long enough to have her number probably! She would have taken creepy calls and texts over the abuse.

[User] Danny shook his head and sighed, reaching down to her legs and gripping the pants he gave to her. He suddenly pulled them down, then grabbed her by the collar, pulling her over to him. "Listen. I've made my decision. Bend over on this bed, now." He demanded, reaching around to her backside and giving her a gentle, yet still farm spank to her backside. "I'll be nice and gentle if you do exactly as I demand from you." He grinned, pulling his large cock from his own pants, exposing it to her once again, his eyes full of lust upon seeing her curvy body again.

[Assistant] "I'll never forgive you" Adella hissed as he bent her over the bed, landing a slap on her ass. He was going to do it! The psycho was really going to take her cherry! Crying out in anger, she tried to squirm away from him, planning all of the ways she was going to inflict pain on the asshole. Seeing his cock hard and ready to violate her again made her core slowly become wet, and she hated it. Hated him for making her feel this way! "Danny! I'll hate you forever. Do you hear me?!"

[User]
Danny grinned, watching her ass from the back, he began running his fingers slowly against her clit, hoping to entice her to become more and more wet. "Wow, would you look at that?" He smirked, feeling that she was already slightly wet, just from the sight of his cock. "At this point, I want this so badly that I'm willing to take that risk." He told her, feeling that she was now quite slick from the gentle rubbing against her most sensitive area.

"Mmmm. You'd better be a good girl and hold still, or this'll hurt a lot more than it needs to." He warned, suddenly getting up and kneeling behind her, the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. He grinned, feeling the tip becoming wet in reaction to being pressed against her. "Hold still now..." He warned again, gripping her sides and using them as leverage to slowly inch the tip of his long, thick cock inside of her.

[Assistant] "Don't you fucking do it." Adella panted softly, feeling the head of his cock at her entrance. She was confused as to what she should do, if she moved to suddenly, he might get mad and take her rough, but she didn't want him to take her at all! "I-I won't be your friend, Danny! Don't do this!" She shook her her head, her hands grabbing fistfuls of blanket as he grabbed her hips just before he began to slide inside her, Adella's eyes widening as she she cried out softly, knowing it was to late to stop him now.

[User] "Just remember to hold still. It'll actually just feel good if you relax." Danny told her, his voice sounding sickeningly sweet as he offered her advice on how to deal with the situation better. "Fuck..." He suddenly groaned, pushing even more of his cock slowly inside her. "Man... That feels so good." He moaned, moving one hand off her hip and moving it to cover her mouth. "Don't you fucking talk..." He whispered.

[Assistant] Even if she wanted to, she couldn't move that much anyway. Her body was pinned between his and the bed, and every time she went to move her hips, she only pushed him further inside her, making Adella whine out and her nails drag down the sheet, tearing into the fabric. Just when she began to warm up to him. He just couldn't walk away and let her think. Finally feeling him press against her hymen, that's when she began to the writhe and struggle, her hands leaving the bed and clawing at the hand that muffled her cries of pain. He was a monster. A manipulative, dangerous monster.

[User] Danny allowed her to claw at his hand, not caring whether or not she was actually hurting him. As far as he cared, the pleasure far outweighed the pain. "Such a good girl..." He groaned, pressing harder against her hymen. "I bet you'll love this..." He whispered, moving his hand off her mouth and using it to spank her ass. His hips suddenly began to move a little, causing him to pump his cock in and out of her slowly. "Oh fuck..." He whispered, biting his bottom lip in pleasure.

[Assistant] Adella couldn't even think of words as pain exploded all across her body, his cock tearing through her hymen and making her try to slam her legs closed instinctively. It hurt so much she could barely feel the spank he gave her but felt her ass jiggle from the hard slap. Her core clenched down on the foreign member inside her, trying it's hardest to push it out by force. Why did it hurt so much?! She kept her face down on the bed as she cried and screamed out for help or begging him to stop.

[User] Danny felt her insides clenching around his member and groaned, using this as an opportunity to become more rough. Rather than just being slow, he began to pump in and out of her faster than before, determined to help more with her arousal, hoping that would make her pain more easy to bare. He groaned as he did, listening to her cries of pain. "Fuck yeah..." He whispered, spanking her once again. "Just relax and take it..." He grunted out, pounding her roughly still.

[Assistant] "I-I can't!" She screamed into the mattress, feeling his thrusts become more violent. Adella felt her body start to adjust to his size slowly, every thrust jiggling her ass and thighs, her cunt juices starting to cover his cock and drip onto the ground beneath her spread legs. This time she felt his hard spank and her back arched, allowing him deeper access by accident and making her scream his name to the roof while her body shook slightly from pain... and pleasure. She disgusted herself. Adella liked not having any choice but to please him, knowing that she couldn't be held accountable for how her body reacted if he forced her.

[User] "You can... I promise you..." Danny muttered, leaning over her and breathing heavily in her ear as his brutal thrusts kept slamming into her, his large size making it even easier for him to get off, he felt her juices spreading all over his cock now, which just gave him the confidence that he could fuck her more, knowing that her body loved it, whether or not her mind did was irrelevant. "Just admit that you like this cock, Adella." He groaned, addressing her by name as he continued to thrust into her, using both his hands to grab her ass tightly. "Fuck, these curves are perfect..." He whispered, squeezing her ass once again.

[Assistant]
Adella could feel his hot breath panting against her face as he somehow got deeper within her body, her hips moving, but not to get away, only to adjust her body so he could reach a sensitive spot within her, her eyes flying open as a pathetic whine pushed past her lips. It was starting to feel so good! His encouragement, groping her ass, the weight of his body on hers, the smell of sex thick in the air and the sheer size of him triggering all of her senses into overdrive, and then she finally tipped over into climax.

"Danny!" Adella screamed to the heavens as her hips began to buck against his thrusts, taking him so deep she felt him slam against her womb, only prolonging the fall into climax, her body writhing like she was on fire and tears shedding from behind her closed eyes while her newly opened hole milked and clenched around him greedily.

[User]
Danny felt her adjusting her body to get into a better position for him and he grinned as her hips moved into his, the smell of sex filled his nostrils and he sighed in relief. "Feels so fucking good..." He grumbled, then heard her scream his name. "Fuck, Adella..." He whispered, feeling her tight hole squeezing around his cock, desperate to make him cum.

"Oh fuck, if you keep at it like that I'm gonna fucking cum..." He told her, biting his bottom lip again as his cock continued to fuck her deeply, his own orgasm not quite coming just yet. His heavy breathing from behind her just went to further prove how much he was enjoying himself as he brutally fucked her, claiming her first time.

[Assistant] The good feeling started to fade as her body came down from cumming, her thighs shaking and her body so sensitive that it became more painful with every brutal thrust of his deep inside her body. Adella didn't know how he was still moving inside her, her body felt like it clamped down like a fist when she climaxed, but he just kept pumping her through it, threatening that he'll cum inside her. Whimpering softly, she reached back and tried to push him back, the head of his cock ramming against her womb. "Don't cum inside me! Not my first time!" She began to struggle again even though her body was being slammed into the bed with every thrust.

[User]
Danny groaned as he kept fucking her, his eyes rolling back in his head. He felt her hand on his stomach and he sighed. "Don't worry Adella... I won't cum inside you..." He whispered, putting his hand into her hair again, curling his hand around some of it and yanking it, pulling her hair back. "Stop fucking fighting me on this..." He grunted, suddenly pulling out his entire length, just to slam it back in again with one thrust. He kept pulling on her hair, keeping her head now firmly off the bed and giving him control of how her body moved.

"Fuck, this is gonna have to be every day now..." He told her, his cock still brutally ramming against her womb. After a minute of this, he suddenly let out a long moan and pulled out his cock from inside her. He suddenly shot his thick, white cum all over her ass and thighs. He instantly let go of her hair and sighed contentedly, biting his lip as he looked at her.

[Assistant]
"I'm sorry!" Adella whined softly as he pulled out of her body, her hungry core already missing him, but she didn't need to feel it long before he slammed back inside her in one swift move, thrusting her body forward and making her cry out, her voice becoming raw again. She heard him say this was going to be an every day thing, and she vaguely wondered how she felt about it as her tits bounced with every thrust, swearing he was going to push through into her womb if he kept up the brutal thrusts.

When the pain started to become to much, Adella felt his cock twitch, instinctively making her core clamp down around him and panic until he pulled out, hearing him groan as she felt a hot sliminess on her ass and thighs, finally able to fall back on the bed limply and pant for breath, her eyes looking up at his from over her shoulder as she felt his cum run down her ass and into the crack slowly, making a shiver run along her spine.