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Kathy ran after the two lizards, and soon caught up to them. She arrived just as they apparently started to carry the girl somewhere, probably to their lair to be eaten. Since one was busy carrying their prey, this would be the best time for Kathy to attack. She charged at them, rushing from behind, and came up to the one that wasn't carrying. She jumped into the air and kicked the lizard on the back.

Once her target was on the ground, Kathy jumped on it and grabbed its neck, starting to squeeze. As she was trying to choke the beast, she turned toward the girl, hoping that it would give her a chance to overpower the other creature. "Hey there! Wanna lend a hand?"

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The lizard that was carrying Hattie dropped her to the ground and moved to help its kin. Hattie grabbed at its ankle, pulling it to the ground. As Kathy choked one out, Hattie was busy killing the other. She struggled to gain control over the lizard, but eventually over powered the slim creature and choked it to death. The two made irritating sounds as they died nearly at the same time.

Hattie, still straddling over the lizard's dead body, turned to look at the nude woman. "T-thanks. I thought I was fucked. You saved me." She raised herself to her feet, shivering as her mind took in the whole situation. She couldn't believe it. "Y-you're a total bad ass! I-I can't repay you." She said, thinking the woman had saved her and wanted something in return. She had to have had a reason, after all. "Do you want anything?" Her voice was shaky and still sounded scared, even though she was now safe.

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As Kathy stood back up, she was breathing heavily, exhausted from the run and subsequent fight. Her skin was dirty, but should one look carefully, she also appeared to be turned on. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was starting to get wet, since such action always helped to arouse her. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Hattie, a grin on her face, speaking in a gentle although slightly devious tone.

"Fucked, uh? I wonder if that's what they would have done, before eating you. Might have been fun to watch. But nah, I didn't save you to get stuff, I did it cause it was fun, it was a good exercise. Besides, you're too cute to let die." Her grin turned into a smile as she said that, and she started circling her slowly, brushing a hand against the girl's shoulders and back, in an obvious sensual gesture. "Anyways, my name is Kathy. You got somewhere you can go? I guess I should be on my way if you're gonna be fine out there..."

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The images of the lizard creatures brutally abusing and raping her appeared in Hattie's mind. Disgusting, but not unlikely.

It was funny. If this was the world as it used to be, Kathy was the type of woman Hattie would have made fun of. A butch with a flirty grin. But times were different, and she had to do what she had to do to survive. Being called cute made her instantly realize that Kathy may have had same type crush on her, which made her hate her decision even more. This was further reinforced when Kathy gently ran her hand along Hattie's shoulder.

"I'm alone. I've just been scavenging since the fallout. I-I don't know how to put this..." She said, struggling to bring herself to asking if she can align with such a perverted woman. "Can I come with you? I hate to admit it, but times have become more tough. New mutants have been popping up out of nowhere and I can't protect myself. I'm not like, well, you." She paused, taking a deep breath before spitting out the hardest part. "P-please...?"

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Kathy looked at her for a moment and blinked, obviously surprised at the request. There was no sign whether she would accept or not. Then, she started laughing. Not a mocking laugh, more of a genuine amusement. She went next to the girl and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her against her side in a playful manner. Smiling, she exclaimed

"Wow girl! How did you manage to survive all this time?!" Her voice then became quieter and she leaned her head even closer. "Listen, I've always taken care of myself, you know? I can't say if I could take care of you too. I mean I'd love to have you along, but can you keep up? I tend to do things my own ways..."

[Assistant] Hattie felt slightly offended, so she fired back. "Hey! I'm not useless. You saw me kill two of those damn things." She shrugged Kathy off of her and grabbed her new friend's own limb. The blond did have some spark and fire in her at least. "I'll do more than keep up. And, well, your ways may be strange, but I'm sure I can handle them. I think we'll make a good team. There has to be some way I can help you. Whatever it is, I'll do it." She felt like she needed Kathy. Times were getting worse, and soon, she would be unable to survive on her own. She could scavenge for food and shelter, but fighting was something that she couldn't do alone. She needed a big sister to guard over her; she felt Kathy was this shield.

[User] Kathy looked at her, surprised. She didn't think the girl had it in her. She had some boldness in her. "Well then, alright! If we're gonna be friends, how about you start by telling me your name? I'm Kathy by the way, and don't ask about the outfit, or uhm... lack of one, I'll tell you about it some other day." She leaned on Hattie and started walking casually forward, waiting for her answer.

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Hattie followed alongside Kathy, struggling to resist the urge to shrug off her arm. She decided it would be best to allow it so she wouldn't piss off her protector. Either way, she wouldn't lean on Kathy in such a way.

"My name is Hattie. I'd prefer avoiding talking about that anyways. What have you been doing to survive the fallout?" She was curious to dig a little bit into Kathy's back story. If anything, her new partner was a very, very interesting character to say the least.

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Kathy looked at her as they walked and then laughed again, a genuine laugh. She found the girl a bit strange, but then again she wasn't used to having company so maybe it was her that was strange. Still, she recognized that her outfit was unusual.

"Alright, I'll tell you why I'm naked! You see, I wasn't always as strong or skilled as I am now. A few years ago I used to be a scared little girl." She then thought about that.. "Well, not really scared, in fact everyone said I was a hand full. Anyways, I didn't know how to defend myself really well, so some guy took me as his prize. He forced me to stay naked so he could fuck me whenever he wanted. But you see, when you're roaming the most dangerous place on earth butt naked, you learn stuff. You learn how to use your body, your mind, to do anything. He didn't know that, he relied on having a gun to keep me in line. So all I had to do was wait until I could separate him from his gun. Then he was mine." She smiled, clearly remembering the scene, and obviously enjoying reviving it in her head. "Oh yeah, the fucker was mine then. I beat him up so bad..."

Her expression then returned to her usual friendly, smiling self. "Anyways, I decided to stay naked. I figured it would be the best way to always stay on top, always keep sharp skills and survive."

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A cold shiver ran up Hattie's spine. Kathy wasn't just odd, she was messed up in the head. "That's... nice to hear." She said rather coldly. Realizing her tone, she added something more kind. "I'm sorry---about, well, the rape at all." The thought just disturbed her. She could imagine being in the same situation with some old, greasy man, although she would probably be unable to escape from it.

"You look damn fine, at least." Hattie said, lying perfectly well. She despised butches, but she couldn't say that, at least, not to her face. She hated the idea, but she wrapped her own arm around Kathy's waist. "So, what do you plan on doing next? Any ideas? I've been out of food for a day. I was looking when those damn lizards attacked."


[User] Alexandra arched her back and stretched, her large breasts being pulled out of the water with the motion and giving the men a good show. Not that she would realize this though, she sighed and slumped further into the water after that muttering about how unfair it was that Leona couldn't come over.

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The men were delighted. They had time to enjoy the view but also to undress. There would be no awkward period of undressing and soon all four men were naked and surrounding the poor girl. The largest of the four Vincent moved behind Alexandra and with his large hand he placed it suddenly over her mouth and with strong arms he pulled her easily from the water and out onto her feet pulling her wet naked body against his.

"You fucking keep quiet. Say nothing and do not make a move. Do you hear me?" He said in an urgent whisper into her ear. The other three were stood around looking at her with hungry eyes but they let Vincent have first go... the big man's spare hand began to molest the firm breasts and he moaned in delight in her ear.

[User] Alexandra tried to scream when she felt the hand go over her face, but he grabbed her before anything could get out. Her eyes grew wider when she got pulled out of the water and pressed against this huge man. She was frozen at this point and barely registered what he'd said. However, she knew exactly what was coming when he started to squeeze her breasts. The teenager closed her eyes and tried not to cry as he continued.

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The man was black and heavily muscled. He had no fat on him and he felt as hard as she did soft and feminine. He stood a good deal over six foot and it only took one arm to pin her body against his. The other mashed against her breasts as the other men laughed and smacked each others palms as they all realized how hot this young girl was.

Vincent pulled Alexandra down onto the hard floor and climbed on top of her. One of the other man grabbed her wrists and pulled them high over her head as Vincent let her see the size of his cock before he lined her up. "You are a very lucky girl today missy... This is a nice big ten inch cock for you..." He said with a grin and then without warning he penetrated he deeply.

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As soon as the hand came off of her mouth Alexandra couldn't help screaming. "No, let me go. Please, I'll give you anything." she was terrified of what was happening and hoped that the men would just take some of her money and leave. Though when he forced her down and positioned himself the teen's skin paled. The man was much larger than anything she'd had in there before. She and Leona had started working with their toys, but this was something on a completely different scale.

"No, stay out you'll tear me." She continued yelling as Vincent positioned himself fully. Alexandra thrashed about trying to stop him, but she was no match for the strong men.  The man had little trouble entering her, though he'd have to exert a fair bit of effort because of how tight she was. However, his length was a bit too much. He'd bottomed out, hitting her as deeply as possible, and there were still a few inches outside. Alexandra screamed again as the man forced his way in, all the way to ramming into the back of her vagina.

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Vincent's cock was firm and rigid and offered very little give. With her legs pulled up high he was delighted at how deep he was able to penetrate and with his big muscles he was able to pound the poor teen. The other men that were not holding her down were kneeling to her side offering a cock to her mouth, long hair or hands and were eagerly groping her now bouncing breasts.

Vincent was famed for his strength and stamina and so he took quite a while to get close to orgasm although her screams did excite him very much and he looked down grinning as he just used her cunt like a worthless toy.

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Alexandra yelped at each thrust. It felt like he was punching her in the gut each time his cock rammed against her cervix. Though strangely enough the pain her walls were felling lessened as the brute of a man continued. Her pussy was clamped down on him, trying to force the intruding object out each time, but that would only serve to make her feel tighter to the man.

As for the other men, Alexandra tried to cover her chest with her hands, but they could be removed so easily it wasn't even fair to her. She'd kept her fists balled and her mouth tightly shut as one of the men poked at her lips. She hadn't even had daddy go there yet so there was no way she would let these men.

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Vincent had pushed himself up on big strong arms that allowed him the greatest hip movement and so poor Alexandra could feel every inch of cock slammed into her. He was also making a great deal of noise as he felt her pussy grip him tightly and saliva dribbled from his face onto her neck and shoulders as if he was a mere animal.  He then pulled out and turned her over easily onto her hands and knees making it easier for Harry  to plunge his own meaty cock into her mouth and he pulled tightly on her hair when she resisted.

Vincent could feel her wet pussy but part of him thought he may have drawn a little blood from his rough fucking. A sick part of Vincent delighted in the fact that he could feel blood dripping down his balls. With each powerful stroke he slammed them against the underside of cunt. Two heavy balls that slung low and heavy.

Between his fucking and Leroy's hand that squeezed tittys and rubbed her clit it was obvious the little slut was slowly enjoying it against her will and he moaned in delight at the rhythmic squeeze her pussy kept giving him but he managed to continue to fuck her all the same.

Harry was getting close and he forced his cock deep into her throat repeatedly until he came covering her face once more in hot sticky semen. Leroy stepped up to replace Harry. She looked so sexy with her hair hanging by her face and her swinging breasts. "Come on darling. Suck on this..." He said offering her his cock. Tony the sadistic one was slapping the breasts as he jammed a third finger into her tight rear laughing the entire time...


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She sat, fidgeting and blushing, her eyes all but locked on her sister after they had pulled over. More than once Krystal had caught herself reaching up to cover herself, her hands wanting to keep her modesty intact. She opened her mouth to protect the drinking, but by the time she tried speaking, it was too late, and Angel had slugged back the vodka. Instead, she ended up staring at her sister's rather.. beautiful looking sex.

Distracted for that long long moment while her sister was just standing there, the passing of the Lorry yanked a little shriek of embarrassment from Krystal, followed by a giggle of nervous shame. Her cheeks burned an even brighter pink, right up until Angel started chasing them. Then she turned bright red. Finally, after resisting so much, her hands flew up to cover up. "Angel!  N... no th... they'll see! omigod!  Come on... this isn't funny!"

[Assistant] For them to see was exactly what she had in mind. She accelerated and turned into the opposite road and pulled up beside the cab of the truck. The driver could see them both now and he pulled the horn as Angel ran her fingers along her sex and parted them. She teased him for a short time before speeding off and reaching for the bottle...

[User] Krystal almost screamed in shame, her hair flying behind her like a small blonde flag, her hands cupping those small teen breasts, not entirely protecting them from being looked at. Somewhere in the depths of her mind she knew the trucker would be seeing more than she showed no matter what, and she couldn't help but notice that Angel was.. playing with herself! When the car sped off ahead, the sound of the trucker's air horn still lingering in her ears as a testament to the man's appreciation, little Krystal shivered and looked at her sister. What the hell was she doing?

[Assistant] She continued to guzzle the vodka and she screamed in excitement as they passed a car. The truck driver this time was cute and he leaned out the window commenting on the two girls. His eyed bulged as he saw the elder sister push the bottle inside her. His eyes were on the young breasts though...

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Krystal was reaching for the bottle, to try and take the booze away at least. It was dangerous. her hands were away from her little breasts when the car roared up beside another truck. She practically screamed in embarrassment when the cute guy leaned out the window and stared obviously, his eyes moving between the girls one at a time, and the wide empty road straight ahead.

When she saw his eyes bug out, she looked, and saw with her own amazement the bottle stuck neck-deep inside her sister's mostly shaved sex. She totally forgot about covering up as she just flat out stared. "Angel!  Wh... what are you doing?!?"

[Assistant] The bottle felt good between her legs. She was incredibly aroused and continued to fuck herself with it. She failed to notice the flashing lights drawing closer or even the driver of the truck pull back when he saw the cops. Finally Angel did notice and pulled over. She grinned at her sister. "want to help get us out of trouble?" she said pulling the bottle from her snatch and unable to cover up.

[User] "OH god... Angel... it's the cops!  Where's my shirt?"  She frantically looked around, trying to figure out where the thin cloth had gotten off to before the rest of the question had sunk in. "Wh... what do you mean?"

[Assistant] Angel just grinned at her little sister. "men think with their cocks!" The occupants of the police car probably did not expect the sexy blonde to climb out of her car naked from the waist down. Her hand on hip she stood seductively giving a alight glimpse of her sex. "what can I do for you officers? Or do you prefer younger girls?" she indicated her sister. "she has a sweet virgin mouth for you."

[User] Hell... Krystal didn't expect her sister to just.. get up... almost naked... to start talking to the cops. She looked to the bottle for a moment, right where Angel left it on the carseat, the neck of it still liberally wet with her sister's arousal. When she heard the words of invitation, her head jerked up, hair flying around for a moment as she stared in disbelief at her sister. What the hell was she saying??  Krystal hadn't even ever kissed a boy let alone... that!

[Assistant] Angel's vision was slightly blurry as the young officer approached. She felt no shame when he threw her over the bonnet of the car and began to run his hand up and down as he looked for dangerous items and even giggled when he touched her sex. The older cop leaned into the car and lifted the bottle from the girl. "you need not watch this. Join me in the back of the police car." he had an eager look on his face. Angel did not realize the danger her little sister might be in but could not help but moan.

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She watched in barely concealed fright at her sister being... molested so openly. And enjoying it so much. When the bottle was plucked from her numb fingers, she jerked, and looked up at the other police office, confused for a moment, and somehow not even remembering she was topless in front of these men. In a tiny, shamed little voice she replied  "Y... yessir."

Turning, she slid out of the car, letting the convertible door close behind her. It wasn't until she was standing, and the warm day breeze caressed her chest and those very perky little teenaged breasts did she even think to yelp in shame, and cover them once more, blushing a bright crimson, and scurrying forward at the cop's behest. She had no idea what was going to happen, of course. Policemen were there to protect you after all... right?

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From the back of the car Angel could be seen bent over the hood. A look of pleasure crossed her face and it became obvious the young cop had just entered her roughly from behind. The older cop looked at the girl next to him. He pawed at her little breasts with one hand while releasing a small cock with the other. "suck me and you can avoid your sisters fate!" he pulled the girls head to his cock and held her head tightly by her hair and felt the warm wetness of her mouth as he forced her deep onto him.

Angel felt her pleasure at being fucked hard by the young cop turn to fear and pain as he pulled her arms roughly behind her back and her cries of animal pleasure mixed with cries of fear and pain as her body was pressed against the boiling hot hood and her pussy stretched as each thrust was harder than expected. She could not help but enjoy her rape and orgasmed hard as he fucked her roughly. She felt used and loved it. She felt him enter her behind and screamed. It stung like hell.

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Krystal slid into the back seat like she was supposed to, and saw... things happening all the way over at the car, tears welling in her eyes. Sure Angel looked like she was really enjoying it... but...

She jumped when those big hands grabbed her chest, and squeaked in embarrassment once more, automatically reaching to stop him. He pushed her hands away easily enough, which left a confused, scared Krystal sitting in the backseat of the cop car being fondled against her will. Those tears slid down her innocent cheeks as she looked up for a moment, before the cop pulled it out. Before she could even come up with a yes or a no, she felt her head pulled forward, the feeling of that... thing entering her mouth, and she nearly threw up.

Sitting with the door open, she couldn't help but hear Angel's cries. Those sounds that came, sounding so much like pleasure at first. And then the scream. She jerked, trying to escape, her head being held in place by the cop who raped her mouth at his own pace, feeling a completely innocent mouth being violated by him there in his back seat. Her lips were satin soft, and the tongue, which made no moves to help out, was like a wet little cloth rubbing at him.

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It did not take long for the fat swarthy man to spill his seed inside the girl's mouth. He seemed to not care about lasting but instead came quickly which was probably better for Krystal. He pulled her out of the car towards the convertible as Angel moaned in pleasure as the other cop finally spilt his seed inside her as she lay on her back on the hood.

Angel did not move as they said goodbye and to stay out of trouble and drove off. Angel was sore from both her holes and lay there panting. It had been rough and violent for her. Her top was torn and both her holes were sore but she seemed content even though her lip was split. Cum dribbled from her arse and she lay there on top of the hood catching her breath with her legs spread.


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Faust put Sophie's head back down on the bed, then he went back behind her and smacked her other ass cheek this time. He gave it a few seconds and smacked the other cheek and he kept this up for about 20 seconds. "Oh, is that glistening I see between your legs? I do believe that might be the case." Chuckling crept out from between his lips as he lit himself a cigarette. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to burn you. I'm just going to stand here and jerk-off as I look at you being as exposed as you are. You hear that, little Sophie? Your new owner is watching you and is masturbating right behind you? Can you hear it?"

The scent of what he was doing quickly spread around as he jerked off his throbbing erection. It was much more of a mind-game than anything else. He was going to condition her for his treatment and he was going to make her beg for it in the future. After a minute of jerking himself off he stepped over to the bed again and smacked her ass once more. "Do you like that you slut? I'm jerking off and spanking you at the same time. Perhaps it's best if you get something as well..." From below the bed he pulled out a drawer filled to the brim with various toys. From it he produced a toy called a magic wand, a ball at the end of a rod that vibrates in circular and back and forth motion. He put it on the lowest setting, barely vibrating, and put it softly against her clitoris.

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"nnYYYMMMM!" Sophie grunted out, biting down on the ballgag as her head was yanked up by her soft golden ponytail, straining her neck as she tried to force her head back down into a comfortable position. Unable to speak she shook her head as best she could, remaining defiant. Her memories might have been altered or removed somehow but they hadn't gotten rid of her defiance. She grunted out in relief as her head was freed, though that quickly turned into a cry of pain as Faust slapped her exposed ass again. Then again, and again, and again, each smack slightly more painful than the last as his hand impacted on tender flesh. Sophie trembled as he finally stopped, a few tears in the corners of her eyes that she blinked back, her behind sore and reddened.

She flinched as the match was struck, her body only relaxing momentarily as he told her what was happening. She reeled in disgust. He wasn't lying---even if she couldn't hear him jerking away right in front of her the very faint but very distinct scent reached her nostrils. It made her feel ill, knowing that no matter how much she struggled, he was still jerking and pleasuring himself over her bound form.

Her body flinched as he slapped her ass again, a loud grunt of shock and pain escaping the gag, now wet with saliva, dribbling gently down her chin. She continued to shake her head frantically. She only stopped when something touched her clitoris, her body tensing up for a second. Sophie quivered, a low groan passing the red plastic ball in her mouth, her legs moving this way and that to try and dislodge the device. Despite her best efforts it stayed put, very small waves of pleasure washing though her prostrate form, transforming her grunts into slightly less vicious groans.

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Faust stopped the jerking and instead decided to focus on what to do with his pet. He turned the vibration up slightly so her clitoris was more properly being stimulated. "Your mind might be saying no but your body is saying yes, m'dear Sophie. I can smell you so well from back here. You're glistening as you get wet." He stroked her ass again and smacked it lightly this time, alternating which cheek he was smacking but not once did he move the magic wand away from her clit.

"That's a good pet. Feel how good it is." Another smack followed. "Oh you're so wet. Don't resist it, give in and feel the pleasure coursing through you." He moved the magic wand back and forth on her clit as it vibrated and then up and down between the lips. Once more he smacked her ass cheeks. He chuckled as he stroked her reddened cheeks. "And you're drooling. You slut, is it that good?" He turned the vibration up to max for a few seconds without warning and then turned it back down to the low setting.

"Did you like that? Would you like some more of that?" He turned the vibration to max once more and then turned it back down. "Come now, do you want that to happen again?" Again he did something without warning and slapped his cock against her ass and started moving it up and down between the cheeks.

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More moans passed poor Sophie's gagged lips as the vibrator jolted up to a higher setting, the ball humming against her pleasure button. Faust's smacks made her jump slightly, but they no longer hurt so much. Whilst her mind screamed at her to stop growing aroused her body thought differently, her clitoris a prisoner to the vibrations surging through it, prompting her sex to grow wetter, pearly beads of fluid running down her slightly puffy lips.

As Faust began to move the vibrator up and down over her lips and back and forth on her clitoris a single memory began to float into the front of her mind. It was of her, using a vibrator for the very first time, barely eighteen. She could just about remember the moment that she pressed it down... and the moment she came, the most intense point of the memory. Very quickly though the faint string of disjointed images and thoughts faded away, leaving her body in want as Faust alternated between the highest and the lower settings.

There was a growing heat in her exposed loins, a heat that her mind could not ignore. She wanted, no, needed to climax, needed to relieve the pressure rapidly growing inside of her. The memory plagued her mind, the intensity of her first vibrational-induced climax coming back to her, reminding her of the pleasure. Even as Faust slapped his length against her ass she couldn't deny herself any longer, her traitorous mind forcing her to nod her head, grunting and groaning like some sort of animal.

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As Sophie nodded and groaned Faust grinned widely. She was slowly tarting to break but now it was time to start properly breaking her in to what she was expected to do. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Do you want me to ramp up the intensity? Or perhaps you wanted me to make it softer." He turned the vibrations down to the minimum setting and had it barely touch her clitoris.

Faust slid his cock up and down between the cheeks, using them to masturbate, as he tapped her clitoris with the magic wand. "Perhaps you want me to turn it off? I can do that... oh of course. You can't speak with that in your mouth." He loosened the gag and let it fall out of her mouth so now she could talk. "Remember to talk properly to your master, dear Sophie. So what is it you want, hmmm?"

He was enjoying his superiority immensely. He had control of her body against her will and although he wanted to just plunge his member into her he was waiting patiently for her response. He was going to break her and if she behaved he was going to reward her but if she misbehaved she would be punished. His method of breaking her was to have her go through so much pleasure she'd become addicted to it.

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Sophie's back arched slightly as she shuddered as he moved the intensity down and shifted it away from her pleasure button. She strained her body to try and touch it, but to no avail. She groaned in frustration, taunted by the memory of her last remembered orgasm---it was if it was deliberately taunting her. She knew that the immense frustration she felt now could be released if only Faust pushed up the intensity of the vibrator. She grunted out in extreme frustration, her body bucking.

Her head shook violently as Faust threatened to turn off the wand, the idea repugnant. She needed the release it could bring her---the release he could bring her. Even in her denied state it still managed to make her feel sick with shame and disgust, but they alone were not powerful enough to quell her other overwhelming emotions and bodily desires.

"Yes you bastard, I want it!" she gasped out with her first breath as the gag was pulled out of her mouth, trailing saliva. "I want you to make me cum, OK!?" She panted loudly, allowed more access to air, the tiny nostril holes in the latex hood insufficient for such intense activity.


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Sitting in her rather simplistic throne room, not one for opulence or shows of wealth, the Queen Anastasia caresses the oaken armrests in a fashion that speaks of habitual comfort seeking. Her gown was of shimmering white, again dressed a bit more elegantly then is her normal won't. It draped over her body in frothy material, tight bodice that fell off the shoulder, but long sleeved to give the look of both bareness and clothed.

She did not know if he was coming... but it was almost as if she felt him coming. Her heart beating at a normal pace, but heavy and each pound was heard in her ears. Green eyes watch the large double doors to her room, never looking away, watching and waiting.

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The large double doors swung open with a sudden violence. However, it was not with the ferocity one would expect with the entrance of one who had cut a bloody swath of death and destruction through many of the known lands. The Usurper. The Impaler. The Defiler of women. The one who many had whispered he had Wolf's blood coursing through his veins and a Wraith's black heart did not enter Anastasia's throne room.

It was a rather squat man. Thick in chest and arms. His bald head scarred. His right eye covered with a leather patch adorned with his Master's crest. A black wolf's head with blood red eyes. His military garb was black as his Lord's soul, with a crimson sash designating him as a Overlord. He bowed stiffly.

"My lady. My Lordship deems your presence at his encampment. You are to accompany me with an escort of your choice. Failure to comply with his Lordship's request will result in Alkrasia being burned to the ground and no quarter given to any citizen. Man,women or child. These terms are not negotiable."

Overlord regarded her with a impassive stare, as if she were a serving wench in a tavern as he awaited her reply.

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As the doors swang open, Anastasia jerks just slightly, her fingers curling tightly around the armposts of the throne. His words made her green eyes narrow, her twin bodyguards move more protectively around her with a scowl.

"What assurances do I have that your... Lord... intends me no harm in negotiating a surrender?" Her voice was as calm as a windless sea barely a ripple in her tones. "I can assure you that Alkrasia will fight until there is nothing left of her to fight, decimating your Master's armies further..delaying his grandiose and arrogant plans, giving the kingdoms beyond mine further time to prepare."

Standing, her white gown rippling with her movements, her head held high and her eyes flashing somewhat. "Bring the royal scribe, and the two of you," she pointedly look towards the two men that had earned the right to guard her life, "will come... no one else need to endanger themselves by walking into the..." She pauses to look downward at the emblem on the man's chest. "Wolf's lair. Leave word that if I do not return with instructions... in person... then Alkrasia has not surrendered, and will fight... to the last man woman and child."

Her fingers curled tightly into her skirts, ostensibly holding the skirts from the ground but really just to hide the trembling in her hands.

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The Overlord stood with his booted feet in a bladed stance as he saw the Queens Guard move by their Mistress. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. "My Lady mistakes me for a diplomat. I am not. I am a soldier. An Overlord in my Master's Army, so know this:

There are no assurances to your safety. You, my Lady, are the Captain of your Destiny. You will be escorted under my protection. No molestation shall be visited upon you. How you conduct yourself in my Master's presence, is of no concern to me. There, I cannot make any claim as to your safety." His voice reverberated through the chamber, as he let her digest his words.

"Now, I speak for myself as a soldier. I urge you to displease my Lord. I will exalt you in song if you refuse the terms. To have all of your land fall before the Sword is glorious. Alkrasia would be an ocean of blood, a fitting tribute I would reckon." His eye, pale and as humorlessly stark as his words, regarded her intently.

His demeanor visibly changed. Sagged imperceptibly as Queen Anastasia regally came off her throne and stated she would meet his Master. On on his terms. He bowed stiffly and escorted her to the Wolf's Maw.

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The Queen turned her eyes towards the soldier, her bodyguards flanking her either side as she swept forward with more graceful calm then she really felt.

"Be assured that if your lord is so dishonorable as to insult the negotiation of surrender by harming my body or those of my subjects outside of a surrender agreement, then you will get your wish. Alkrasia will forever be known as the land that destroyed itself before allowing such an excuse for a man to take her."

Lifting her chin she brushed past him, towards the towering doors of her throne room, looking back over her shoulder one last time at what might be her last glimpse of her home.

The journey through the city, for she refused a closed carriage, showed her citizen's knowledge of what she was to do. Showed their loyalty in that everyone stopped what they were doing, even the doctor's tending the wounded, to turn and some saluted others bowed deep. All showed deep fear in their eyes, but respect for their Queen reigned supreme.

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The Overlord regarded her with his good eye in much the same impassive gaze as before. His facial features were a stony countenance, as if they were chiseled from the peaks of a gray and brooding mountain.

"My Lady, you speak of My Lord in terms that you think I may find repulsive? Untruths? Again, you know nothing of the world outside of your own. The days when lands are ruled by Regents and Queens with soft hands and hearts are at an end. The formalities of your dying culture matter not. The fanciful verbosity of Court are to be crushed under the boot of men like my Master. Say what you will. Your time is at an end."

The sky was gray and the ground iron as they made their way to the encampment. There was an ethereally eerie silence as soldiers moved about. Not the usual cacophony of men grunting and armor clinking.

The air was chill, piercing like the point of finely honed knife. The Overlord gestured to the Large tent, the flaps caching the winds caress. "So it begins, M'lady."

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Anastasia had nothing she could say in return to the Overlord. She knew he was correct, that might and brutality had won out over diplomacy. The days where delicate wordings could prevent war and keep the lands in balance was fastly growing to an end, and it was all because of the cruel and relentless man driving an army of blood thirsty proportions before him.

The flap mawed before her, mawing open as if the very door to hell was opening toward her and the Queen paused, her heart racing and her palms growing cold. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that should he accept a surrender, and her terms, that she would be forfeiting her life... or at very least be imprisoned. Before she could move forward one of her body guards lay a hand on her shoulder, and then went to one knee.

"You are aware, Your Majesty, that the people of Alkrasia would fight to the very last man, until the very last Alkrasian blood fed the ground for you. You need not do this."

Her smile was gentle, calm almost as she lay a soft hand on his cheek. "I know this Alfric, this is why I do this." With that said, she lifts her chin proudly, and if her color was blanched and her cheeks pale she did not hesitate further before sweeping into the unknown of the tent.


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It was then that Erik's eyes changed... coming back into focus, no longer clouded by Sergei's magics... though the bond with him... was still... oddly weak. Ulfric stood up, and barked to his subordinate. "Rip off the collar and escape Erik."

Erik's body still trembled, his body no longer able to maintain the connection to his bestial nature... slowly shrinking and diminishing... In an act of quick decision though, his still clawed hand reaches up and grabs the collar, tearing at the leather fiercely.

Ulfric walks toward Lilith, his hand still slowly stroking his length as he walks towards her, ending up a just out of arm's reach from the bars... He intends to distract the demon as long as he can, in the hopes that Erik can escape. "And just what can you offer me hmm?" He tilts his head to the side, teeth bared... though whether it was because he was stroking himself faster and harder, or if it was because of the rage rising up at Sergei's blatant attempts to deceive him, it was hard to tell. "Are you going to let me free?"

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Lilith watched Ulfric with a hungry gaze, the embers of her eyes gleaming hellish red as she drank in the visual pleasure of his lust, while also soaking in all of the fragrant notes of his burgeoning arousal like the finest of wines. She gave a scintillating laugh, her body bowed and lush as she propped a hand to her hip and addressed him once more directly.

"Don't expect any help from the big dog here... he's my pet now," she purred, crooking her finger at the great white beast as he lumbered forward to stand just behind her shoulder. "See? He's mine now... just like you will be... if you insist on forcing this matter. But I am willing to offer you the choice to work with me... and have the revenge that you seek. I won't even attempt to mentally subvert you," she promised, making a cross over the swell of her breast; over where her heart should be.

"The agreement? You spend one night... with me," she took a step nearer the case, though still beyond his reach. "At the rise of the dawn, I will place this collar of Sergei's upon your throat; just as he bade. You will wear the collar for a fortnight. Completing my contract with him and freeing me from his bonds." Again she made a gesture, the white beast coming to hover over her figure as her eyes locked and held Ulfric's own.

"Once I have broken my chains, I vow to come and break the collar and free you from---MOST---of his spell. You will need to battle the demon within on your own, I'm afraid." Lilith's hand rose, petting the white werewolf's muzzle as he continued to pant heavily at her side. "This demon speaks to the mind---and so it is the mind where you will need to face him. I can bring you into your dreams, but I am only an echo if I go with you there. But once that is done---you will be free of Sergei's command."

Her eyes dropped to his massive cock, slowly being stroked in his great hand, as her tongue darted out to wet against her lip, "Do we have an accord?" she purred, lust pouring from her words like a sweet coating of honey.

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Ulfric's eyes narrow, "You will also release Erik, he didn't chose to be your pet. That's not negotiable," his deep voice growls out, righteously angered.

He stalks forward, "If you weren't a demon, I wouldn't trust your words. You're lucky that I know you cannot lie, even though you can still be deceptive." With the appearance of Sergei he had been forced to learn all that he could about demons, but even that had proved useless in the long run. Perhaps now though it might be of some use.

"As for the fortnight, instead you will release me just before the rising of the next full moon, when my power is at it's strongest... and when the lunar goddesses smile upon my pack. You also will not take any of my pack, without their consent, nor will you allow another to do so. Agree to that, and I will spend gladly spend a night with you... and at the rising of the sun, I will allow you to collar me." He looks at her; biting his lip, wondering if he was risking his pack and his own freedom recklessly...

"Though... I am curious... why are you doing this? Going against Sergei... you know he's a powerful demon summoner. How are you able to resist his commands?" His hands spread out wide, palms up looking at her, curiosity dominating his gaze.

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Lilith laughed huskily, raising her fingertip to waggle back and forth in a negative gesture. "Oh... ho ho ho... trying to outcon the con artist are we?" she tossed her head with a laugh, glorious dark coils of hair falling against her alabaster shoulders as those ember-colored eyes continued to peer through the layers of his soul.

"I'm sorry, my dear Ulfric... your pack, while I will not intentionally bind them---if they come to me---it is my will that prevails. Also," she began to walk beyond the bars in a sort of leisurely pace, her hands moving as she spoke while the great white beast continued to watch Ulfric with stormy eyes.

"And I do not include your pack in my contract with you... that includes Erik... so whether they are used or taken by another power, that is not my concern." For a moment her eyes gleamed, sparking with hellish light as they flared, her fanged teeth becoming just somewhat more evident.

"And, finally, I shall only concede to breaking the collar after my pact with the Wizard is complete and he has paid his due. Not a second before. And if---at any time---I detect maleficence on your part, my dear Ulfric. All machinations will cease, and you will be at my mercy. I'm afraid you won't find such a gracious arrangement from anyone else."

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Ulfric's glares at her, ignoring her jab about fooling her, his word was his bond, that was why he was even here in the first place, having sworn to protect his pack. "My purpose is to defend my Pack. If I submit to the collar, the Pack is not protected. You want me to assist you... I need them defended, not preyed upon by Sergei or you." A snarl bubbles up in his throat, "You want my help, that's my price. They can choose you when I am free and no longer controlled, not before."

"But how sure are you that you will be freed once you collar me? What deal did you make with Sergei?"

His eyes are sharp upon her... his hackles literally raises as his anger at his imprisonment, his frustration at his situation started to bleed into his voice. It takes several moments to calm himself so that he can more reasonably talk with her.

"But I did not expect you to be able to remove my collar until you were freed, though I thought once your mission was complete and you were freed that you would return to whence you came, rather than wandering the earth? I also assumed... that both of our successes would be reliant on the other. You ask much, and give little."

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"What of this, Ulfric dear," Lilith purred once more---her eyes giving a gleam as the white tips of her fangs pressed against the soft skin of her scarlet lips, "I shall promise you that any of your pack still free will remain so. Sergei will not be able to touch them, let alone find them---nor any other human on this earth..." Her tongue whipped against the curve of her kiss-bruised lip, before sliding against her tooth in an almost suggestive motion... or hunger. For the succubus, they both tended to end the same way.

"I will place them within my realm---perfectly protected," she continued, "No one will touch them. And, upon your word, they will be released to your care once more... any time. And then the agreement will end. But," her finger jutted into the air as a sort of warning remark, "any actions that they take of their own free will while they are in my realm, dear Ulfric... are binding. I will not unduly tempt them, so you needn't fear for them from me. But if they wander, or do not follow some simple rules... they are forfeit to their passions."

Her eyes gleamed, pits of Hellish yellow and red flames, as her lips coiled and her true full figure emerged; leathery wings spreading like a bat and horns coiling from the creamy pale brow. Her fingers were tipped with long black talons as her skin gleamed like garnet; her body stretching to heights well over 6 feet tall. "It really is quite fair after all... So what say you, Ulfric? Do we have a deal?"


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Ilvatha struggled for a moment to get her arm free, finally conjuring another ball of flame in her other hand. Before she could burn the vine however, Kia had rushed at her, much faster than Ilvatha was expecting. She tried to duck out of the way, too late realizing that all she managed to do was give Kia an easy target to attack. She howled in sudden pain as her arm was cut, her fingers reflexively opening and dropping her sword to the ground, though luckily the wound wasn't deep enough to completely cut her hand off.

Glaring at Kia, she finally burned the vine and yanked her arm free. "I thought I would have to go easy on you to keep this interesting, girl. Looks like I was wrong," she said, wincing only a little as she moved her arm. She gestured at her sword, and immediately it sprang out of the sand, hovering in front of her.

With a wave of her hand, her blade started spinning in place. A sweeping gesture, and the blade shot out, going wide around Kia before slicing at her back. The wound was deep, but not a drop of blood hit the arena floor - the cut was instantly cauterized by the searing heat of the blade.

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Acute pain arced across Kia's back as the whirling blade danced its vicious waltz around her, simultaneously cutting and burning. The pain was so intense she couldn't even scream.

She managed to duck and roll away before it could come back and paint a second deep, pink wound across her back. Coming up into a crouch she smelt the burning fabric of her shirt and further pain as more of the garment caught light. She ripped off the article and, much to the enjoyment of the crowd, was now crouched in nothing but a pair of tiny shorts, her breasts bare shuddering as she caught her breath.

Kia bared her teeth at the elven "Bitch..." She hissed, before launching herself into a run at the woman...

Her fury clouded her judgment however, and she failed to notice the thin glinting wire that stretched across her path. She felt her toes tug on something, heard the soft *snick* of the trap being triggered then went wide eyed with panic as either side of her, two long sections of the floor sprang up and clapped together simultaneously, pulverizing Kia who was between them. She dislocated her shoulder and a bloody graze was opened on her forehead. She had just enough sense left to stagger out of the way before they sprang up and slammed together again.

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Ilvatha, meanwhile, had taken a moment to rush behind one of the rocky outcroppings, ripping part of her sleeve off to make a makeshift bandage. She knew the dangers of bleeding out during a fight, and didn't intend for Kia's lucky strike to get the better of her. Because of that, she missed the sudden slam of the trap Kia had rushed into, though she was quick enough to see the aftermath and take advantage of it, sending her sword flying through the air at the catgirl...

Kia didn't have any time to react. The sword spun through the air behind her, straightening just as it was about to strike. It sliced clean through her belly, impaling the poor catgirl, the searing flames sealing the wound before much blood could spill, the blade landing in the sand a few feet in front of her.

Ilvatha walked up behind the catgirl, knowing that she wouldn't be able to fight any more. The would was definitely fatal, though not instantly so; it would probably take at least a few hours of suffering before Kia finally perished. "Looks like I win this round," Ilvatha taunted, walking up to the girl.

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Kia was still dazed from the thick slabs of flooring that'd pounded her like a chef tenderizing a steak. She caught the sound of rushing flame, battling with the air to see which was the stronger element as it flew towards her and then her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped, the blade searing through her middle as if she were merely air herself.

Her breathing was halted by the sudden shock of intense pain that speared through her body, her hands instinctively closed over the spot where the blade had just been. There was no blood, not until the pained choke fought its way from her throat, carrying with it a spray of blood that spattered the sandy floor in front of her.

She didn't even hear Ilvatha's words but would've been powerless to challenge the tall elven's sentiments anyway.

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Ilvatha chuckled as she walked up behind the catgirl. With a wave of her hand, the flaming sword vanished, the weapon no longer necessary. "Too bad, kitty. Now, how should I play with you, hmm?" she asked, her voice still mocking. She grabbed the girl's shorts and yanked, easily ripping them free and exposing her sex. "How about I warm you up a bit?" she said, stepping up behind the girl and wrapping her arms around Kia. One hand went to the neko's breast, massaging it, while her other hand went straight for Kia's sex, two fingers slipping inside her pussy, a messy red trail left along Kia's stomach from the elf's wrist.

She continued to pleasure the girl for a few moments, though with such serious wounds it wasn't clear how much pleasure Kia could get from such an act. Eventually, Ilvatha's skin began to warm up. At first it was barely noticeable, perhaps a little soothing, but it began to get warmer, and warmer... hotter, and hotter...

Soon, Kia would start to feel uncomfortable, then painful, as Ilvatha continued to get hotter. Even when she would have wanted to jerk away from the heat, Ilvatha kept the catgirl close, her grip too strong for Kia to break free from. Even then, Ilvatha's skin continued to heat up. The spectators seemed to be confused, a few low whispers between them, trying to figure out what was happening.

Their questions were answered by a distinctive sizzling sound, followed by the smell of burnt meat, as Ilvatha continued to hold the catgirl close. A few moments later, Ilvatha released the girl, shoving her forward. Everywhere that Kia had been touching Ilvatha, all along her back, as well as across her front, on the breast Ilvatha was groping, and even around her sex, Kia's skin was severely burnt, blackened and bleeding in a few places.

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If Kia thought she couldn't possibly hurt anymore she was wrong. The mage's white hot skin elicited screams so piercing that even the bloodthirsty crowd were in two minds over applauding. Of course they did, after a brief moment, but more for Ilvatha's wickedness than for Kia's agony.

When Ilvatha released her, the cat girl somehow managed to regain her feet and stumbled towards the band of water that surrounded the arena, seeking some quarter from the intense pain she felt. Each wobbling step sent fresh spears of pain through her, her blackened skin and the half cooked flesh beneath splitting, cascading fresh blood over her that obscured the charred surface of her previously soft and supple body.

She nearly made it to the water, to blessed relief from the agony of the burns, but ended up falling face first onto the rocky ground about three feet from her goal. Kia lay still, her breathing a mere whisper, yet somehow she still clung to life.

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Ilvatha smiled as the catgirl stumbled towards the water, an even crueler idea coming to mind. She dismissed the spell that made her flesh searing hot, and picked up the catgirl. She carried Kia to the water, finding a deep spot that would let most of her body sit underwater, and propped her head up against a rock. The water around her body quickly turned red, as more of her blood leaked from her wounds.

If any of the crowd thought Ilvatha was being merciful, however, they were in for a surprise. The elf retreated to dry ground, then knelt down next to the water and placed her hand in it. Almost instantly, the water around her hand began to bubble and boil, and it wasn't long before the superheated boiling water spread to the catgirl. Clouds of steam rose from the water, partially obscuring the two combatants, but it would do nothing to hide any screams Kia was still capable of making.

After a few minutes, Ilvatha stood and turned to walk back towards the entrance to the arena. The water continued to boil, but it soon settled, the heat slowly beginning to dissipate. Ilvatha had no idea if Kia still somehow managed to live, or if sitting in boiling water was enough to make the catgirl's battered, bloody, and burned body finally expire, but she didn't care. She knew the catgirl was finished either way.


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Peering, as if seeing straight through the wall, Dax sensed every single man and the few females that maintained a wall around the log cabin. Knowing that they would have to kill many in order to create a hole large enough to escape caused Dax to think that they needed to strike through the back. But, as it seemed, Evelyn wanted to go right through the front door and attack every single one of them. Sighing, Dax disagreed.

"Let's not fuck up our chances of getting out of here in one piece just to show off", he said after realizing that he did not care to be shot over and over just to prove that he was the better killer than the foolish female vampire. Turning to her, he tried to seem concerned for not only himself but her as well. "It's not worth it. Plus, I've had my fill of destruction for the month." He remembered how not two weeks ago his full power was unleashed by the full moon. During that time he killed over a dozen innocent people and another twenty police officers.

"We'll go through the back door and head west once we're out. Can you keep up?" He grinned, almost challenging her. In essence he was hoping to stop her from killing anyone and staying with him. In efforts to make sure he would survive, he would force her to tag along. The simple fact that together they could enjoy one single human body and survive made their "companionship" somewhat valuable. Two immortals on the run from the police, it made sense that they would take a like minded approach at escaping and surviving.

Without waiting for her to respond, Dax began to transform into a werewolf. There was not much time to think about his attire. Just before he transformed into a werewolf, Dax peeled off his shirt and shorts quickly, tossing them at her. "Hold these", he demanded. At the very least, he would go commando. At least he would have a shirt and shorts to wear.

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As much as Evelyn wanted to go out the front door and show off, feeding on every single one of them to get as much strength as she could before heading out, she knew he was probably right about it not being the smart thing to do. But, why would she ever listen to a werewolf? So he could have control over the situation? There was no way she would let that happen.

As he started to transform Evelyn stood up, grabbing the clothes he tossed her and put her boots on, tucking his clothes in her bag. "Don't you think that if we just ran like that, that they would REALLY think we're up to no good. They have no proof it was us." She fixed her shirt, and walked over to the front door, looking back over at him as she pulled it open, she stepped out and watched the lights turn on her as she stared out at them, putting the backpack on her back.

"What seems to be the problem officer?" she said smiling at them, taking a step closer from the door and shut it, not wanting anyone to see Dax in wolf form. As she did with the poor victims the night before, she looked over at the men and women, catching their eyes. The man that stepped closer, she walked looked at him and he stopped. "Well miss, we seem to have word that two people were killed last night by two creatures.. would you happen to have any idea about that?"

She smiled, jumping down from the porch, landing in front of the man and shrugged. "I'm sorry.." she looked down at his chest, seeing that he was the sheriff. "Sheriff. I don't live in town, and I was just staying here with a friend of mine over night. We did hear some strange noises in the woods though. But I was too afraid to go out and look."

Evelyn felt a hand grab on her wrist and she shot her eyes to the man holding onto her as the sheriff stepped back and she threw her eyes back on him. "Please tell this fine young man to give his damn hands off me." she hissed and the Sheriff repeated what she said, feeling the man let go. "Now, I'm going to leave. You tell your people to back down, you hear me?" he nodded and repeated for the men to back down as she smiled and walked around them, towards the back of the house, whispering to Dax. "See, fucking running is the wuss thing to do.. but since we have to now.." she grabbed a woman and quickly snapped her neck, laughing out loud as the officers stood in shock for a moment as she started to run into the woods, have no clue really where Dax was. She looked around as she ran, feeling nervous about just leaving him behind. She didn't know why, but she felt a little lost without him, but hearing the gun shots, she ran faster, looking for a way out.

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While Evelyn paraded in front of the log cabin with her charm and wit, Dax thought only about ripping those humans to shreds. After he turned into his werewolf form, Dax glared out of the windows of the young men and women who looked toward the house as if a monster remained inside. If only they knew. While he paced around the room, he heard Evelyn weasel away from the questioning police. He always knew vampires were sneaky...

Then, he heard the yells and the gun shots. This was his cue. Dax lunched through the window and latched his powerful jaw down on the neck of an unfortunate man who got too close. In the night, it was hard to see the black fur covered werewolf. Soon, after killing a few men, Dax raced out in the direction he told Evelyn. Once he was far enough away to think about changing back, Dax picked up on Evelyn's scent and eventually caught up with her.

Jumping on her back, being careful about his claws, Dax threw the female vampire to the ground. He grinned, showing off a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. Slowly he began to transform back into a human so it would be easier for him to manage traveling across country. As he transformed, Dax held his hands out in front of his privates which were uncovered as the fur turned to skin. "Gimme my clothes", he said dully, wanting to get dressed so that she would not be aloud to see his naked body.

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Evelyn yelped out as she did not expect him to catch up with her, let alone knock her down. "Don't fucking do that again. I could have killed you." she said slowly, looking over the man for a moment as he turned fully back into a human and she smiled, turning over on her back in the woods. She leaned on the backpack, looking up at him. "I could just let you stay that way. Get you arrested for indecent exposure rather than for killing people." she grinned and jumped up in front of him, standing close as she pulled the pack in front of her and looked through it, grabbing out his clothes and held them behind her back.

"Tell me I'm a genius. And that I'm beautiful and amazing and that I was right and you were wrong and that I'm fun and you're boring because I took the risk by going out the front door." she smirked, gripping on the clothes and taking a couple steps back from him, looking over his body once more. "You know, you look much better as a human than a dog.. you know that? Please try to stay human around me because the sight of you as a flea infested mutt isn't exactly the sexiest thing I've seen.."

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Grinning as he sat on top of her for a moment, Dax reminded himself just how much stronger he was than her. Soon though he got off of her, still smiling. "You couldn't kill me if you tried", he said with a short laugh, as if to challenge her. But he knew in the present time that was not required. Instead for now they would escape together. Perhaps later they would engage in some battle to the death. Surely it would take forever, being as they were both immortal.

"Pfft! Fuck you", he said, dropping his hands away from his crotch as he reached out and tore the clothes from her grip. "As if", he said with a chuckle as he stepped inside his pants. Next he put on the tee shirt and yawned. Glancing around, Dax wondered how far they might have to travel before they stole a car and began to move down the road like they should. "Let's get a move on", he commanded with another yawn. He began to walk toward the road, looking over his shoulder at her while he disappeared into the darkness, almost challenging her to walk with him.


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As Lily saw the other bolts hit him, she screamed, her body moving swiftly, perhaps a taint of something, she had always been the quickest in her family. But as one of the men fell, she crawled to the floor, grasping the downed crossbow, aiming it past the door frame, seeing one turning on his tail and trying to retreat from where he had come. She did not think, barely aimed, she just pulled the unclicked trigger, watching as the bolt flew upwards from her floored position, catching the man in his chest, hearing his gasp and stagger back as air leaked into one of his lungs.

She seemed frozen then, even as he spoke to her, she could not believe she had fired at the man, most likely killed him. She swallowed hard, finally lifting green gaze to Balthez before she fell back, not fainting but her gaze fell to the ceiling above, trembling a bit where she lay, not in horror, but just in the embrace of pure shock.

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Balthez picked her up laying her on the bed as he knelt and sucked on the wound on her arm pulling the arrows coatings out of the wound before spitting them out with a bit of her blood and his as the insides of his mouth steamed and smoked. He quickly regenerated the minor wounds leaving only swollen puckers where the arrows had hit him as it would take rest to regenerate them. He heard a scuffling down the hall from his room and knew that would be the few gypsies that had followed him dealing with the second wave. He knew that more than likely they had known who he was from the reception he had received and decided to leave them a gift.

He walked over to his coffin and opened the lid and gripped and turned hidden lever on the inside. He stood moving quickly he tossed her over his shoulder and grabbed one of the corpses and tossed it out one of the bigger windows. He followed behind the falling glass, the flesh of his torso spreading out to become a giant airfoil. He glided over the lamp light streets of London and moved her so that she was cradled in his arms. "I hope you do not find the night air to chill my dear, but it was getting a bit to noisy back there," He said right before the forty pounds of dynamite that was hidden in his coffin went off. He had had to many close calls with getting caught in the daylight and had rigged all his coffins with such bombs to take out any who dared disturb his slumber.

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Lily winced as she was laid across the bed, arching up and tensing as the wound was tended, her eyes clenching tight as pain throbbed deep through her upper arm. She bolt dragging across the bone as it is pulled free of her flesh, her breath catching as the blood pours free until sealed against his lips.

As he dealt with his own injuries, she sat up on the bed, watching with the dazed affects of the shock and the loss of blood. Eyes followed his movements as he moved towards the coffin, some lever pulled before she felt him lifting her, tossed across his shoulder, she heard the shattering of the window as the glass sprayed outward in a wave of broken prims, casting the low light in a thousand little rainbows before settling to the ground.

She winced but gritted her teeth against the pain, trusting his grip upon her as he shifted her to his arms, her own wrapping loosely about his neck, clinging as he ran, carrying her so easily. She heard it then as the distance grew between them and the house, her body feeling the heat briefly before it dimmed to the cold of night, shivering some, teeth chattering as she pressed tighter against him, speaking in a shaky voice...

"I... I think I can... bare ittt... a abiitt... yess..."

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Balthez landed in the entrance of a carriage house attached to a large manor just over a mile from the now burning hotel. Setting her down he grabbed a horse blanket from here it hung and wrapped her in it. "Worry not, this is the house of a servant of mine," He said as older gentleman flanked by servants came out into the carriage house.

"Lord Venaris we had feared you had gone up with your coffin when we heard of the explosion just now," Said the older man his voice giving away his gypsy heritage. The servants bowed all save the one helping the older man as he bowed to Balthez.

"Rise my old friend, and would one of you kind ladies fetch my dear here something to wear, we had to leave in a hurry," he said as he took the mans hand helping him up. "Arm your men and have them stand watch the Vatican has sent a squad after me and I am not sure all of them were taken care of," He whispers to the old man who nods and speaks a few words in a foreign tongue and sends the men there scurrying. "Come my pet we shall get you warmed up and feed then we can see what to do next," He said holding his hand out for Lily's.

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Lily watched as the ground passed quickly, clinging to Balthez, her strength weakening some as the chill set in, mingling with her already shocked state. Warmth of the blanket soon enveloped her, giving a bit of her will back, green hues lifting towards the older gentleman in a soft greeting.

Soon she was shown a few dresses within a small trunk, the dresses of a gypsy nature, finding a black bodice, a white chemise, then a vibrant colorful overskirt, jewels of red and blue and green, complimented the outfit. Some soft leather boots finished it and she was soon dressed, moving back to Balthez side as he spoke with his friend, trembling a bit as she came from the trance of shock.

Hand offered, fingers would slip inside, grasping lightly. She would watch quietly, her green gaze darkened and a bit dim as she pressed even closer, seeking the warmth of his recently fed body.

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A glass of wine was offered and taken as Balthez pulled his new pet close. "I take it my crypt has been made ready," Balthez asked the old gypsy. With a nod the man lead the way to winding stair case as a young boy hurriedly ran ahead lighting the sconces on the wall to light the way down. He sipped on the wine finding it a decent wine he offered some to Lily saying, " Have some my dear it will help warm you back up."

They were lead down to a sub basement that had been a vault for the lords of the manor for some time. Balthez breathed deeply of the musty crypt air as he looked over the accommodations. Mahogany furniture lined the walls around the large four post bed draped in crimson satin. At the foot of the bed sat a large coffin like the one that had sat in the hotel room before it had been turned into a blazing inferno. "I take it they shall bring my guest a hearty meal," He said to the old man as he gave him a nod to let him know things would be fine and he could leave.

"It shall be as you command Lord Venaris," The older gypsy said as he leaned on the young boy that had lit the way as he bowed. They then returned to whence they had come leaving Balthez and Lily alone in the dusty Crypt.

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The swirl of Lily's colorful skirts only seemed to mimic the rush of musky hues that surrounded her as she was ushered towards his safe resting place. Everything seemed so unreal, moving so quickly without even a moment to grasp the events of the night. Eyes darted deftly over the underground path, almost vague in her curious stare. The offered wine would be taken, fingers curling nimbly around the vessels stem, barely able to keep it from spilling as a nervous tremor threatened the elegant contents. Sips would be taken, quietly savoring the sweet dark wine, the stain upon her lips almost lewd against her milky pale complexion.

At the mention of food she looked up, voice hoarse, trembling after the night she had experienced... "Something light please, hearty I think would not suit my stomach well this eve." in truth she had more thirst than hunger and after a few precarious sips, was eagerly finishing her bit of the wine.


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"You look wonderful." Tom said enjoying the curve of her calves and bottom with the large heels. He took her to the bar with a little chit chat and it was obvious he was a bit more relaxed now. He had been looking forward to the date but part of him did feel nervous because he had never had a relationship work. He knew he had things about him that girls did not like. Why would Spencer be any different?

He ordered them both a drink as she found the table. As he joined her he wondered why she was single? She was of a similar age and he did not think she had been with someone since he knew her.

He sat down and took a sip of his drink. "You know its been so long since I have had a date. You might need to help me every now and again. A nod and a nudge when I do something right." He said with a cheeky grin. "And you know it might go OK then?"

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Spencer spotted Tom as she was walking towards him and smiled. He looked really good, the slight stubble only made him a little ruggedly handsome, that's how she liked her men. She was also nervous about this date, there were some things that she liked that some people didn't like much at all. She was always sure to keep certain aspects of her private life, well just that, private. Most people didn't understand what she needed and why, so her track record with relationships wasn't too great.

"Thank you, you look quite handsome." She smiled before they made their way over to the bar while making small talk. She found them a table and waited while he ordered them a drink.

If only, she could find the right man, yes she'd found more women that were capable of giving her just what she needed, but she wanted to end up with a man. One who could get past everything that most people deemed undesirable and wrong. "I might not be much help." Spencer laughed softly and smiled. "This is my first date in a little over a year. I think we'll be fine, though." She took a sip at her drink and kind of toyed with the straw nervously.

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Tom was surprised but then had he not been single for three years? He thought for a moment and shook his head only a little. He had been single but he had certainly not been without sex or female attention. He looked across at Spencer and felt a hint of sadness that he could not hide from his eyes. He doubted that this would last long when she found out about his addiction. His need.

However he quickly smiled at her and touched her hand. He wanted her to be comfortable and he wanted to enjoy her company for as long as he could. He was desperate for a little love and this was the first possible chance in a long while.

"Well for me its been a tad longer. I think though we will be just fine..." He said caressing her hand softly with his finger.

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Spencer had noticed the glimpse of sadness in Tom's eyes but it was soon replaced with a smile so she thought nothing of it. The rest of the night went great, some small talk... getting to know each other a little more, and a sweet yet rather passionate good night kiss outside of the coffee shop.

Two weeks and four dates later, Spencer was slowly starting to fall for this man and was hoping that Tom was feeling the same way. For their next date, she had invited him to her apartment... she was nervous about this. Fifth date and all, she wanted him and hoped that she would be able to orgasm without having to be hurt, but it had been difficult for her in the past.

She had dressed in a bright blue dress that showed a substantial amount of cleavage without her breasts almost popping out of her dress, it came to a couple of inches above her knees. She had made a meal of peppered shrimp alfredo and for dessert, she'd made tiramisu. She was going to pair the meal with a bottle Pinot Gris. Spencer liked her wine. Dinner was all finished and she was just waiting for him to get to her apartment.

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It was going very well. Tom was delighted and tonight he was sure would be a very special night. He was dressed smartly but he hoped impressively. He liked to wear designer clothes even though he was pretty sure a lot of his friends were either jealous or thought him gay.

He was clean shaven and had a clean whiff about him when she let him in. "Wow." he said as she let him in. "Spencer. Are you trying to make me skip dinner? You look amazing." His smile was huge as he took her waist and brought her close for a kiss even before she had had a chance to shut the door behind him.

His hands moved down to cup her bottom as he kissed her and he finally stepped back. "Can you help me with these?" he said stepping into the corridor to show the stacks of flowers he had brought her. Flowers of all shapes and sizes. "There is also some alcohol underneath all that as well."

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Spencer opened her front door and smiled at him brightly, he looked so good and smelled even better. She giggled softly as he pulled her in by her waist for a kiss, she melted each time their lips met and this time was no different. "Thank you."

Her eyes widened at all the flowers he'd brought her and she helped him get them inside her apartment. "I love all of them, Tom, and I do like alcohol too." She smiled broadly. She closed her door and smiled at him again. "How was work today?"

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It was difficult to resist her. Tom wanted to just touch her, kiss her and make lover to her there and then but he reluctantly let her shut the door and entered her apartment. "Yes. It was good, thank you. Some of the trainees are coming along well." He said looking around with interest. He had never gone so long with meeting a girl and not having sex. It was rare for him to even have dates.

"I am strangely nervous. I really like your flat. You have made it look nice. And its homey. I think I will be very comfy coming here." he turned to her and pulled her close. "I hope you keep inviting me anyway."

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"I have a feeling that I'll be inviting you in for quite some time." She smiled at Tom brightly, Spencer was definitely falling for this man and hoped that her issues wouldn't scare him off like it had so many other men and women.

"I'm glad that things are going well at the office. Things are okay at the coffee shop, I need to find a better job, but I like it there." Spencer was a bit nervous, she'd never made anyone wait five dates before sex happened, it had been a new thing she'd decided to try out and all it had done so far is make her want Tom badly. She was thinking about suggesting the skip dinner for now and head to her bedroom.

"Thank you. It was bad when I first moved in... I've done a lot of work over the past year." She grinned at him as he pulled her close and leaned up to press her lips against his, to hell with dinner, she wanted him now. "I propose we skip dinner for now and eat later. There is something that I need to let you know before we go any further, though."

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They stood kissing and enjoying the heat from each other's body for a minute or two but when he heard her words he went pale.

She was looking hot as anything and he could not help but enjoy the view of her cleavage from this position as she pressed up against him. He was sure she would feel his erection against her belly and he was surprised that she wanted to talk right now.

Tom was all up for skipping dinner but he had hoped that they might retire to the bedroom. Her words were ominous and he did not like the sound of it. She meant to confess something to him and he began to fear the worst. It also made him uncertain because he too had a confession that she was sure she would really hate. He knew his own confession would certainly ruin any chance of a relationship and he hoped that hers was not likely to do the same.

Feeling his passion slowly fade he released his grip and looked her in the eye. He looked at her with tenderness and growing concern. He really liked her! "What is it Spencer? Is everything OK?"


[User] Jake finally, after a few seconds of staring into Mike's face, reluctantly put his mouth on Mike's hard, steel like dick and sucked. Enjoying it, even though Jake wasn't receiving anything from it, he began to slide his mouth on and off the tip of Mike's dick and then slid it further down the shaft, sucking on and off. Jake thought, maybe if he did this really good Mike wouldn't hurt him like Sarah did. Jake bobbed his head up and down repeatedly, sucking on and off, and then deep-throated Mike, swallowing the cock at the back of his mouth and letting a very loud subconscious moan of pleasure escape from his lips. He sucked off very hard as his mouth slid off the erect dick. Jake did this repeatedly, trying his best give Mike pleasure.

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Mike was actually partially surprised when Jake relented and took him into his mouth. He closed his eyes, tossing back his head. He let Jake go to work on him, only sort of swaying in and out, to add a little movement of his own to the mix. "Ahhhhh, yeah," he moaned, when he felt the moan coming from Jake's throat on his cock, "you're a natural," he said.

He let Jake keep going until he felt himself reaching his orgasm. He took hold of the back of Jake's head, not roughly, but just, firmly, guiding, rather than forcing. He pushed his cock into Jake's mouth, just to his throat, but not quite into it. He would hold Jake there s he came, feeling his large cum load shoot into Jake's throat. Mike clearly expected Jake to swallow. "Fuck, baby, yeah," he said, incoherently, as his cock began to gush into Jake's throat.

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Jake continued to suck Mike's big dick, even as the end of it climaxed into his throat. Jake sucked even as Mike blew his load into him, moaning in guilty pleasure as he did so. Eventually, when Mike finally went down, Jake sucked off and more tears fell from his face. He looked away, wanting to be escaped. He was horrified that so much had happened in such a short amount of time. As he reflected on what got him there, he contemplated on everything, from when he cheated on his girl and accidentally fucked someone underage. Of course he deserved a smack of some kind, but to be put through all this abuse and raping was beyond cruel, it was just wrong.

"Let me go." Jake asked in three words inbetween sobs. As the tears fell from his cheeks he looked away from Mike.

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Mike smiled as Jake broke down. He slid back, stepping off the bed. He stood there for a moment, reaching down to begin stroking himself. He kept a smooth rhythm, as though he were preparing himself for a second round that his body wasn't really ready to commit to just yet. It took a moment before his cock even began to look like it might be getting hard again, but when it did, it began to respond more quickly.

"You're not as sick as some, I'll give you that, Jake," he said, "but I can't do that just yet. See, most people are sort of elastic. You can stretch them out, compress them, but sooner or later they'll just bounce back, and it'll be like it never happened. After a while, you'd forget this, go back to being the person you were. We just can't have that. Our method works, and you're not going anywhere until you're done."

Mike went back to the bed controls. This time flattening out the bed again. He undid Jake's foot restraints, careful to stay clear of the range of his kick, even though Mike was fairly sure Jake had very little strength left. Then, he dropped the foot of the bed, leaving Jake's legs jutting out awkwardly, his ass only barely at the edge of the bed.

"Lets not pretend any more, Jake," he said, "you really want my cock, and you know it. Lift your legs and spread 'em, and I'll take your virginity back there nice and easy." Mike stepped forward, close enough that Jake could lift his legs and rest them on his shoulders.

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Jake did as he was told. He lifted his legs and spread them, so Mike could suck his ass. Jake sobbed and thought of the pain that awaited him. He hoped Mike wouldn't fuck him hard and make him bleed all over from his anus. He grit his teeth as he attempted to deal with the pain that would fall on him. "Don't do it." He pleaded uselessly. "I didn't do anything." He said truthfully, having his trial in mind.

This was all so stupid. It was like the world had become a Nazi fascistic state. For now, Jake had to deal with living in it, but that didn't mean that he liked it. He breathed heavily, both in deep anxiety and in deep erotic fascination with what was about to happen. Despite the fact he was being violated, he was still turned on very heavily. "NO." Jake said one final time.

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"Oh, shut up, you little cunt," he said, "you're going to love my cock inside you. You know it, I know it. In a while, you'll be beginning me to fuck you, maybe not today, but someday soon you bend over and ask for it like my little bitch every time you see me."

Mike lined himself up quickly, and eased himself forward. He was well lubricated, both with own semen, and Jake's saliva. He didn't go quickly, even though he could have quite easily. Instead he eased himself into Jake. It took several seconds for the head of Mike's cock sort of popped into Jake, the tight ring of his recently virgin asshole squeezing behind it.

Mike slowly eased in the rest of his length, stopping anytime it seemed to be putting too much pressure on Jake, and then resuming after a short break. It took him a few minutes, all told, before his full length was inside Jake.

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Jake squirmed under the pressure of Mike's masculinity inside of his ass. Jake moaned subconsciously but very noticeably enjoying the violation of his anus through Mike's dick. Jake couldn't help pulling on and off  the erect sex organ for a little bit, since there was no way to pull off in this state and Mike wasn't going anywhere. Jake tried to stop for a few moments but he couldn't help it. He stopped, clenching his ass, which only made the pleasure greater and the groaning louder.

He pressed his body hard against the bed, waiting for Mike to start pumping so he could just get this over with. He just hoped Mike wouldn't fuck him too hard. He didn't want to start bleeding from his ass. For another few moments, Jake continued to subconsciously push his ass on and off Mike's steel hard dick, trying to get away from him, but also enjoying the moment despite the humiliation he felt.

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Mike enjoyed Jake's squirming, especially when he tried to pull away. Mike continued to push into him, however, forcing himself as deep as possible every time Jake pulled back, and then feeling the sensation of the inevitable moment where Jake would relax, and the pressure would feel like Jake's ass was trying to swallow more of him.

He began to with slow strokes, making sure Jake was well lubricated, and stretched out, before picking up speed. When he'd had a few good minutes a good pace, he pulled out of Jake, watching his anus close, before pushing his cock's head back into Jake, doing this several times, penetrating him over and over, until he couldn't handle it any more himself. Then he pushed into Jake all the way once more, and began to fuck him harder, quicker, knowing that, by now, he wouldn't been so intensely tight, or in danger of too much pain.

[User] Jake continued to squirm, attempting vainly to escape, making the pressure through his anus worse, by worse, it was more pleasurable. Jake couldn't manage to stifle a moan of pleasure as Mike was fucking Jake's ass in a mockingly slow, fake lovingly way as he was raping. The fucking continued for a while as Jake's own dick was racing precum because of the constant rubbing of his prostate by Mike's cock. The sobbing from Jake's face continued, and the bed was covered in a sea of semen, and tears. Jake screamed after a few moments of forced pleasure he didn't want.


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Ethan let out a startled, soft squawk as she pulled his pants and boxers down with a somewhat clumsy but undeniably effective movement, leaving his ass exposed to that very same twilight breeze he had just been thinking about. The cool wind on his warm skin made him shiver. He started to say something, he wasn't even sure what, when she kissed him. It was hot, hard, and blistering but also brief; barely a second before she was nipping his lower lip and jaw. Oh, that was trouble! He had to counter attack!

Before he could figure out how to, her hand left his ass only to come back down with a slap. The flat crack of palm on cheek seemed to sound loud and roll away over the water around them, the gentle waves seeming to spread it rather than interrupt it. "Uhh!" His head went slightly back and before he could stop it, a throaty moan of pleasure slipped from his lips as the sting of his ass and the pleasure of their dicks grinding mixed, "Hhahh, oh, Diana..." Then he sighed and shook his head, "You win, love." He felt a bit of disappointment but it was far outweighed by the pleasing sensations and by the anticipation for what would come next. "You've got the lead. What now, hmm?"

[Assistant] "Now..." She began with a coy smile. "Get on your knees~ You're gonna need some lube for what's next." She said with a fiendish smile, releasing his thigh and ass to reach instead for her pants, tugging at them a bit to let her rather impressive member bound free of her pants, standing tall already as a wet dollop of pre drooled from the tip and onto the boat's deck. "Make sure you use looots of spit, and don't be afraid to finger me while you're down there.~" She licked the dryness from her lips before reaching for the waist of her hoodie, pulling it up and over her head before throwing it to the deck, thankful for the smooth sailing that it wouldn't simply be blown away, left standing in a sports bra with her pants only just pulled down enough to free her member.

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Ethan shivered at her command and her tease of what was to come. Which would be both of them, and her probably in his ass at least once. God, that turned him on. She turned him on so easily. "I'll need it," he answered her and licked his lips. He sank down to his knees, keeping his eyes on hers until he was face to face with her cock. Then he focused on it and swallowed. It always looked so big. Because it was pretty damn big. It seemed like it changed sometimes though, bigger or smaller, though perhaps he was imagining it.

He leaned forward as her hoodie went flying through the air to the deck and pressed his lips to the head of her dick in a soft, tender kiss. Ethan brushed his cheek along her length as he moved back along it and dipped lower to bestow a kiss to each of her balls as well. Then he licked back up the underside of her shaft, a slow and long lick from base to tip. His tongue swirled over her head before he moaned and looked up at her, "You're so beautiful, so sexy, and I... I love your cock so much, as much as any part of you."

He opened wide then and took the first third of her length into his mouth. He moaned around her, tongue licking and rocking against her underside as he started to suckle and then slurp on her unnatural member. His head started to bob up and down, up and down, with the same rhythm as the sway of their boat. Each time he came down, he took a little more cock into his mouth until she was soon pressing against the back of his throat.

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Diana set a hand atop Ethan's head, letting her fingers rake into his hair as she dragged her nails along his scalp. The sensation of his lips at her tip like greeting a lover was oh so sweetly titillating. She herself hadn't paid much attention to the adjusting size of her member, hell, she paid little more attention to it than as a means to find pleasure. When she first was bestowed with the "curse", she'd seen it as a sort of prize for her efforts. It was like a lurid badge of honor. "That's a good boy, get it nice and wet, enjoy my flavor." She mused as his tongue dragged along her thick cum-vein. "My sexy little he-vixen, hungry for my meaty prick~" It was such a bizarre relationship that the two of them shared. Sure there were couples that got into pegging, and sure there were gay men, but for a couple to have the option of both was certainly outside of the norm. Both her cock and her pussy were perfectly functional, her balls producing thick, virile seed as her womb carried an abundance of eggs, ready to be impregnated. There was a benefit to having both a prostate and a g-spot of course, whenever she received anal, at just the right angle, Ethan's thrusts could stimulate both erogenous zones resulting in a pleasure unheard of to many.

As Ethan's mouth began to take in her member, her shaft resting on his tongue, guiding her in along his mouth, she hissed with pleasure, rewarding his efforts with a fresh, salty glob of her pre, depositing itself on his tongue only to me smeared against the back of his throat the deeper he took her. Watching him obediently suckle on her newfound manhood drew up a rather intense dominant desire. The grip of her hand in his hair balled into a fist as she pulled him against her, trying to work her prick past his uvula and into his soft pallet and esophagus. "That's a good boy, take it deep now~ Get all that sticky throat-slime on my prick. I want you to gag on it." She practically growled out.

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Damn, Ethan loved her dirty talk! It added a bit more spice to everything. Which was saying something given how spicy it was already! He shivered as he both felt and tasted her pre; a thick dollop right on his tongue. He only had a fraction of a second to taste it, though. Then Diana was driving the swollen head of her thick, long, meaty prick against the back of his throat. He made a choking, gagging sound and his eyes teared up as she took a fistful of his hair and pulling him to her to force her cock past the back of his mouth and into his throat. His neck visibly bulged and he moaned as best he could with her dick muting him.

She could be so dominant now too. Was it a change or just the way she'd always been but with a cock she felt better about showing it? He trembled under the assault on his throat. He felt so vulnerable and at her mercy... and he kind of loved it. He continued to suckle on her shaft as best he could and his tongue fluttered and pressed on the underside of her monster.

Ethan's hands moved to slide up her legs. His left stroked her inner thighs as the right slid up further until he felt the wet heat of her pussy. Just the fingertips slid over her lips in a teasing caress. Then he touched her more firmly, starting to stroke and pet her sex. It was almost cheating in a way, but she had both sets of sex organs and they were both gorgeous and perfect. So why not service both of them?

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Diana's breath fluttered as her lover's hands slipped between her thighs. She shivered, biting her lip as a a moan left her throat, her brow arching as his fingertips found her womanhood. Her lips were glazed with a sticky gloss of honey, coating his digits as then ran along her sensitive folds. She had to keep up... Diana raised a hand up, pinching Ethan's nose as the hand tangled in his hair pulled him toward her in a rough display of dominance, forcing every inch of her into his esophagus, pinning him there for a moment before finally releasing both his hair and nose, her hips drawing back to slip her pick out of his hot, slimy throat.

Her cock was throbbing, dripping with Ethan's saliva and her own pre. Her balls tightened for a moment as that length bobbed in time with her heartbeat. "That's enough lube. Present yourself to me." She practically growled, her eyes half lidded with an almost animalistic desire tainting her expression. Even as she idly waited for him to heed her command, she raised her sportsbra to release her breasts, teasing her fingertips over one of her own stiffened nipple.