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"Don't swallow it all!" Kyrie laughed. "Keep some in your mouth..." She then pulled a camera closer. "Now open your mouth and swirl it around with your tongue... what a WHORE you are..."

She video taped the girl doing the act. "Now... for act 2." She set the camera back and had it soon in on the captured police ladies face... "Look into the camera... don't look away..." She smiled and left the room. She then went out back and was behind the police woman...

"Now... I want you to describe to the camera... what I'm doing to you... don't stop..." She giggled and then began to lick the police woman's asshole out as she fingered her moist cunthole.

[Assistant] Shelly opened her mouth, tears running down her eyes. The slowly breaking cop started using her tongue to swirl the cum around in her mouth. Finally she swallowed it all, the camera catching her shame. Shelly heard Kyrie walking behind her,  gasping in surprise as she felt the tongue sliding into her ass. "S... she is... licking my... a... a... butt..." A little squeak escaped her lips as the fingers found her cunt as well. "N... now fingering me..."

[User] Kyrie sighed and mewed "Next... for the main course..." She got up behind the trembling police woman and positioned her cock at the moist vagina, and slowly pushed in, groaning in pleasure as she began to fuck the girl's pussy good and hard... holding her hips tight as she banged away slowly, her penis going all the way in, and breaking any hymen the girl might have had, and then her hips began smacking into the nice tender asscheeks. "Keep describing it..." She laughed. "You know you like it you whore."

[Assistant] Shelly cried out as Kyrie thrust forward and started to fill her pussy. She whimpered, gasping as the other girl started to fuck her. "S... she is... ra... raping me..." She cried to the camera, her body shaking with the force of the thrusts.

[User] "Oh... am I?" Kyrie grinned and pumped her cock more. "And describe more... what will I do if I keep fucking you? What if I really like it... and decide to not pull out? Tell the audience, Police Lady..."

[Assistant] Shelly was gasping, moaning a bit as she was fucked. "S... she is going to cum inside me... p-p... please help me..." Her head was bowed, breasts shaking with the thrusts inside of her.

[User] "That's right..." Kyrie said with a warm smile. "I'm gonna cum in you... cum so deep... and make you so full... get ready for the blessing Officer Shelley..." And with that... she shuddered and came hard.

[Assistant] Shelly cried out, sobbing as she felt her rapist's warm seed filling her. She wanted to pull away but was to scared of what might happen if she did.

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Kyrie moaned and sighed... gasping for at least a half an hour... as she came multiple times inside of the young tight police officer... filling her over and over with her hot sticky fertile rapist girl sperm.

"Take that you fucking uppity officer whore..." She whimpered as she collapsed on her lover's back... and fondled asscheeks roughly, sticking her finger into tight anal orifice... and running it around, before pulling her fingers out to lick them off. "Hmm... tasty..." She giggled. "Now... one more time... look at that camera. And tell them all... what's in your belly... and EXACTLY how it makes you feel to know that... don't fuck around... DO IT NOW!"

[Assistant] Shelly was filled again and again with her captor's sperm. Finally she lay there, the other girl still inside of her. She whimpered as a finger slipped into her ass. Shelly sobbed softly, looking up at the camera. "H... her cum is... is in my belly. I... I'm so scared... feel so dirty..." She sobbed.

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Kyrie smiled. "Now... I'm going to pull you out. What promises do I have that you're not going to be trying to be a heroine or anything?" She cocked her pistol. "Not that I can't deal with you... but it seems like such a waste to lose such a tasty little ass pit after all this work... so... are you gonna be a smart ass whore?"

She waited for the response and then pulled her out... and started to walk her at gun point down into the barn... and into her dungeon towards her little cells. They were small and cramped... and barely big enough for one woman... and many of them were already filled with crying sobbing girls.

[Assistant] Shelly lay there sobbing, hearing the pistol cock. "Y... yes... please... I won't." She no longer felt like a brave police officer, she felt like a scared and used little thing. She gasped as Kyrie pulled out of her and slowly got up. Shelly walked down into the dungeons, eyes widened at the cages full of women. There had to be a few open cases right here. She had hoped to be the hero and find them but here she was... defeated and defiled.

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Kyrie smiled. "Hi girls... I'm back... now don't all cheer at once... I know you've been waiting for me..." She giggled as they all sobbed sadly.

"By the way, I brought you a new friend. This police woman is Shelly... she came to rescue you, but well, as you can see, she didn't do very well. Shelly... why don't you finger your cunt and asshole hard... and while you do that, introduce your self to the girls... and tell them ALL that I did to you."

As she waited... she pulled out one young teenage girl from a cage..and forced her to eat and slurp her cunthole while she watched the police woman do what she was ordered to.

[Assistant] All the women had obviously been broken in like she had. They barely felt like humans likely. Shelly sobbed, begging softly. "p... please no..." At any sign of threat, she whimpered but slid her fingers into her abused cunt and ass. "m... my name is Shelly... I work... worked for the police. No... now I'm a breeding slut. I've been raped... she fucked my ass and mouth and told me she was going to make me her fat breeding whore." Shelly cried harder. "I'm sorry... I wanted to save you..." She was a pathetic sight.

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Kyrie moaned and groaned... ramming the girl's face into her wet snatch while her cock rubbed on the girl's forehead. "Oooh... eat that... eat that snatch... munch and slurp and slurp and munch... and call yourself a whore..." The teenager did so... to the best of her ability... making loud vulgar noises  She soon was put on her hands and knees... and Kyrie began to cunt fuck her very hard.

"Please... oh goooddd noooooo!!" She wailed. "I just had a third baby by you last month! STOPPPPPP!!!" "Shut up... You're having more... baby factories all of you... Hey Police woman... bring your cunt over here... she wants to drink my sperm from your twat and anus... offer it to her..." She smiled watching the policewoman do so...

[Assistant] Shelly crawled over to the teenager girl. She whimpered softly at the other woman. "P... please drink Mistress's sperm from me..." She spread her legs, ashamed to be putting the girl through more.

[User] The girl sobbed... but knew better than to deny Kyrie... she hungrily ate the sperm juice out of the ex-officer's delicious creamy anus and pussy... slurping hard to get every bit of cum out of the twat and ass... worst of all... she could feel Kyrie's powerful cock move in and out faster and faster... preparing to impregnate her again... something that was unstoppable, her eggs in her womb called for Kyrie's sperm... and they would get it. Meanwhile her tongue continued to clean Shelly's well used anus.


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Allen's dominate manner was what it took to keep Jezz still for the moment. Feeling the press of his sharp fanged teeth. Drawing whimpers and gasps from the depths of her throat. A slow vibration along with his own. Her hips shifted again. her hoofed feet digging into the carpet. She gave a small grunt as he force her head down against the hard desk. Making her growl out at him but she made no words to stop him. Sure she was a prayed species, but she was also more human like compared her mere wild and distant relatives. So she had been giving the ability to growl, purr, an arrange of sounds of pleasure.

Jezz's hands gripped at the outer edge of his desk. feeling him begin to push into her. tearing a pain cry from her lips. Her body in no way ready for his barb decorated cock. The pain of being stretch my her legs kick out. Even with the firm hold on her neck, and breasts she still tried to pull her self up onto the desk. the movement making his cock slip from the tight canal.

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"Hold still, bitch," the principal Allen growled as his cock was pulled free, the barbs jerking at the entrance of her sex as it popped free. He bit down harder into her neck, bearing his weight down onto her, pinning her fully beneath his body against the desk, crushing her down beneath him. The paws on her breasts tugged, pulled, claws scrabbling against the soft skin.

His hips thrust forward again, sliding the barbed head between her nether lips, pushing upwards to brush against her clit again. He humped his hips forward against her ass, the barbed head of his shaft grinding up against her clit, the length of his shaft fitting between her labia lips and dragging back and forth between them as he humped against her.

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Jezz had no choice but to keep still. Her hips now pinned at an odd angle, her body  pressing against the hard desk, her breasts over filling his hands. She cried out at the hard bit on her neck. Making her shiver beneath him. Her heart pounding frantically in her chest. Her hands aching at the hard hold on the desk. She tried to keep quiet. not allowing cries to bubble out of her throat.

The angle which her hips now rested against the desk made it so it would provide him the max depth when he penetrated. Also allowed him to put his full strength him his thrusts. Little did she know that. Even as he slid through her slowly moistening folds to rub roughly against her clit, making he whimper and squirm against him

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Once she was still, the elder tiger rocked his hips back, poising the barbed head of his cock between her nether lips. He rubbed it up against her slowly, teased her with it. He growled into her neck, reminding her of her place as his hips surged forward. He pulled back on her tits, pulling them tautly away from her chest to drag her back against his cock as he thrust into her, ripping her open around the head of his cock, sinking it as deep as it could go before it met resistance.

As his cock penetrated, he let out a long, low roar against her neck, the dominant creature claiming his bitch, claws digging into her breasts as he felt her surrender to him.

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Unless the room was sound proof Jezz was sure that the secretaries and other students would be able to hear her cry loudly in pain as he manage to fill that tight  cavern of hers. This wasn't how she planned start a new school year, nor how she imagined losing her virginity. tears stung her eyes, which had grown wide with pain. The barbs cutting against the pressure he need to squeeze into her, Tearing at the entrance of her small sex which clung onto him tightly. Her body giving a small shudder.

"Please stop" She whimpered her head trying to turn in the hold he held on her neck. The smell of her virgin blood hung heavily in the air, her sex quivered, and pulsed around him.Squeezing his intruding member as it nearly knocked through the final gates that prevent him in entering her womb.

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He didn't stop. Didn't even seem to hear her as he forced his way inside of her. His panting groans and growls vibrated against the back of her neck, his thrusts powerfully slamming her forward against the desk each time he bottomed out inside of her. He no longer cared who heard, even though the painful cry brought a curious eye to the door, watching as the principal fucked the young doe on his desk. His teeth clamped down harder as she tried to move, snarling warningly against her neck.

Each thrust worked the cock up against her cervix, forced up against it, stretching it open a little more with every thrust. The tiger was intent on getting himself into her womb soon, if the way he was thrusting into her was any indication.

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Jezz trembled upon each impact of his thrusting hips. Her breathing ragged and quick, her cries loud. her loin burned and ached from the newly removed maidens head. Causing her sex to further its tightening around the principles invading cock. Tears dampening the short fur of her cheek. Her blood of innocence mixed with her bodies juices trickled down the white furs if her thighs. She wanted it all to end even as his growls and grunts seem to aid in the thrusts course to soothe her inner walls.

A feeling that was unknown to her, something besides pain beginning to take form within her loins, flooding into her womb. Pleasure. Pleasure mixing in with the pain of him pressing and pushing against the gates of her womb. Sending her internal muscles in a spasming wave around his cock . and with that his cock manage to break through the doors to her womb. stretching the tiny space with his cock. The pain flared with the rise of pleasure, tearing loud cries from her,whimpers and moans as she shift her hips again, much like a female of his kind would have. the barbs of his cock teasing her flesh for now, but she felt them stiffening. pressing into the sensitive button along her inner walls tearing gasps and moans from her.

[Assistant] "Good little bitch," Allen the tiger snarled on top of her, letting go of her neck now that she was wholly submissive beneath him. He planted his paws against her shoulders to hold her down, arching his back slightly, thrusting harder into her, sinking his cock deep into her womb with every thrust. His sounds of pleasure were loud, unbridled, echoing through the small office. The barbs of his shaft scraped along the walls of her womb, stiffening a little more with each thrust.

[User] Jezz felt the barbs sharpen against her walls. Her eyes squeezing shut as she cried out. Her sex clenching tightly around him. Gods everyone in the whole school she was sure could here them. But there was little she was able to do to contain the cries that were forced from her lungs.Her head resting against the hard top as he kept her pinned her body sliding against the desk. She moved to ram her hips back into him as a foreign feeling filled her up. The pleasure growing tight and hot within her loins. When she pushed back into his thrust made her body trembled and bounce, her arms knocking over a stack of papers, and the pen holder, tearing a gasp in surprise as she looked wide eyed up at him. Her breathing ragged and frantic.

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"That's it," Jezz growled as her body began to push back against his thrusts. His chest heaving with lustful breaths, body shaking atop of hers, his cock throbbing viciously against her inner walls. He bent down over her, his hips slamming faster, her young body being jerked back and forth against the desk with every thrust of his shaft inside of her. His maw closed around her shoulder to muffle his cries of pleasure as he forced the head of his cock deep into her womb, letting go.

A slow, hot stream of his seed pumped out of him, flowing into her womb, filling it. Hot, sticky cum filling her, spraying out around the head of his cock in her womb, flowing down the walls of her sex, spurting out around the base of his cock, coating her thighs in his seed as he filled her to overflowing.


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He circled over the mountain and revealed a hidden keep built into the mountain. It might of once been a great outpost for some other civilization but now it... had seen better days. Still it had a kind of surreal, noble look to it. A water fall ran into the wild but still lush garden. It had several towers and was almost invisible against the mountain landscape.

Silver the dragon landed rather softly on the sloped roof of a tower. It was what used to be the royal bedchamber. He reached forward with her in his grasp and snaked his arm through the window. Depositing her on the bed. He meanwhile headed for his entrance underneath the waterfall. It was an old storage room that led to the kitchen, to the rest of the keep. The dragon liked it because he fit in virtually ever space including the master suite.

He quickly made his way through to the princess. Before she decided to get exploratory. One part agreed with folklore. Dragons horded anything valuable. This was true. Gold silver silks fine wooden music boxes anything a king or rich merchant wanted the dragon had stashed away in his keep. He wrapped his body around the bed slipping his head through the two posts at the foot. He had plenty of room to maneuver. He looked at the princess. Now able to study her without the elements intervening. A storm was on the rise, he could smell it.

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The Princess was a sight to behold. Her fine long hair tangled, her skirts wringled, spread about her and her eyes wide with fear. She cringed against the head of the bed, certain this was where her death would happen. She scooted back, tiny, slippered feet pushed against the unused sheets of the grand bed as she scooted as far back from the dragon's head as she could.

She whispered prayer after prayer under her breath and couldn't tear her eyes off the dragon as it stared at her with curious slitted eyes. There was a smell, it reminded her of roses, but it was wrong. It would be roses, that is if the roses were dying. The scent of dying roses... was the scent of this dragon.

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The dragon looked at her for the longest time. Like a cat. Staring into nothing but looking right at her. he watched as she scooted back. Dragons were never in a rush to do anything. He opened his mouth and yawned, exhaling through his nose. The muscles coiled in his tail as the ivory white tip lifted into the air snaking around the left side of the bed from the foot. The tip touched her under the chin. Touching the streaks of salty water that discolored her angelic cheeks.

Quite simply he opened his mouth and spoke, "Why are you so pretty?" it was a simple question to him, because didn't everyone think like a dragon? The princess would probably think it's a strange question. His voice was a deep tenor almost a baritone. His tone was measured and his accent flawless. He'd been living around humans a while, after all.

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Lila was render speechless. It wasn't the question, but simply the fact that this creature could speech clear human language struck her dumb. It was several long moments before her voice and lips could work together to form a solid answer. "I do not know... I was born this way."

Which was true. No one knows why they are blessed with pleasant looks and others aren't so lucky. Perhaps her mother did break her vows with an angel or a beautiful creature, or perhaps genetics was on Lila's side when she was born. She up, allowing herself to come a bit closer to her scaly captor, brushing the tail tip aside. "Are you to kill me?"

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The funny thing about dragons is they have no concept of lying. That often gets them in trouble with humans and their political prowess. In fact, if he hadn't lived around humans so long he wouldn't have been able to forge the deal for the nobles. "I don't think I will." he said honestly. He pawed the rugs beneath his feet and continued to observe his new princess. Much like a child with a new toy.

"Why aren't you ugly?" Silver said, this wasn't a redundant reversal on his first question this was his way of asking why she was so different than the women before her. He saw the confusion on her face and tried to elaborate. "The others were ugly even for humans." he wrapped the tail around her waist prodding her. Not painfully, astutely. It was obvious the tail was fully prehensile. A tool where claws were too much.

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Lila cringed, nearly letting loose another scream as the tail wrapped itself around her. She struggled to keep herself calm and to speak with this bizarre creature. "I... I don't know... I really don't know... please, I just want to go home."

Actually, she had a pretty good idea. The last woman before her had been an aunt that pestered the king constantly. Criticizing his clothes, his children, wife, and even the way he govern the kingdom. She was foolish believing that being a king's sister kept her safe. But that was rudely remedied the night she was hauled from her best and taken to the mountain, screaming curses upon the family.

Lila thought she had been safe. She had caused no trouble and had been dutiful in her studies and to her family... yet, here she was.

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Silver the dragon cringed back and unwrapped his tail. He thought he'd very well hurt his new little princess. She looked a mess, and he never had seen a human in anything but wholeness or bloody mess. Well that wouldn't do at all, not at all. He wrapped his tail around her waist again, this time softer than he had been, which was soft to begin with, and scampered across the room. Though a dragon scampering was still rather intimidating.

He took her to the master bath. Not that he didn't think she couldn't or wouldn't do it on his own he just wanted to do it. He brought her forward and put her on her feet pushing her into the bathroom. Inside was a brass tub set into marble with an area for coals underneath. There was a wash basin and an indoor latrine it all went to the river running under the keep and out. The water for the tub came from a pull chain it diverted some of the waterfall when pulled.

He wrapped his tail around the pull chain and showed her this. He sat down his head in the doorway. Watching her.

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The Princess turned to face him. She refused to take her eyes off the dragon for fear he would decide that he was hunger and eat her after all. She very slowly and tentatively undressed. It took her a while. Her whole life she had been dressed and undressed by servants and it took her a long time to figure out the intricate workings of buttons, hooks, snaps, and laces. When she finally manage to undress, she stood wearing only a small shift, a white tunic that showed off her frail slim body before the great dragon.

She swallowed and slipped it off, her face flushed and heart racing at the vulnerability it made her feel at that moment.

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Strange as it seemed, Silver found her shape pleasing, her color, her hair. He breathed a small jet of flame on the coals, steam quickly rose off the water and he stopped. he watched his naked little princess in the bathroom. "Check it or you'll get scalded." he worried.

She was so much like a doll to him, another treasure. Something for her to horde and she was young, so she would be around for a long time. Well he could do another popular piece of dragon folklore... and she'd live as long as he did, but that took intimate commitment and he doubted that would ever happen. He shook his head regaining his thoughts. "How many years do you... own?" he asked, looking at her naked body admiring it.


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"You want to act like bad bitch? Then I will treat you like one..." Travis chained her up like you would a dog and was only in the house a few moments before returning with a paper. She then felt her ass being swatted with the paper, which hurt but not nearly as much as it did when he hit that dildo in her ass. Like a hammer hitting a nail it rocked her body, she felt him kneel down and be began to finger her cunt.

"Now be a good puppy slut and piss outside..." The pleasurable torture would be to much for her to handle, he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean before placing his boot on the back of her neck again. Her face pressed against the grass that was covered in dew from the cold night air, she would break long before he would. kneeling down with his boot still on the back of her neck, she felt him begin to spank her ass once more.

"I said piss you dumb slut, if you do then you will get a treat." Oh she could only imagine the treat he would give her, what could he possibly give her that she would enjoy? That remained to be seen but she was a stubborn little bitch. He walked over to the side of the house and turned on the water, there was no hose attached to it so she heard the sound of running water constantly.

"Hmmm you need a new name as well, I don't like the one you have. I like naming my puppy sluts, lets them know her master is."

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Eira watched him leave her in the yard. She stood and stretched her sore legs. Her body shivered with cold. Then he was suddenly back outside again! When he tried to hit her she shifted her hips to avoid it, but it didn't last long, before she knew it she found herself back on the ground with him kneeling on her hammering that dildo deeper! If it got any deeper she was sure it would come out her nose!

She screamed but the gag muffled the noise. She struggled to get away and throw blind elbows to get him off... she didn't know if she landed any or if she had, if he'd even feel them!

Then as suddenly as he started to spank, he stopped and fingered her! She gasped her eyes going wide and she shivered not just from the cold. She whimpered and tried to move her hips away from his food held her well in place making her feel like dirt. Her ass and pussy were on display for the world the way he had her pinned. Then the spanking started again and she yelped with pain once more. Her eyes burning with un-fallen tears that she refused to let go!

His words at first didn't make sense... he would treat her?! How! What could this monster give her! But she didn't want to piss outside! She was human. She struggled to get away from him to get his foot off her neck. If she pissed she'd do it if he fingered her again... just so she could piss on him! That would show that asshole! As for the name she'd never come to any other name that wasn't hers!

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"Silver, that sounds like a lovely name for my new puppy slut." It was much better then the one she had before, to be honest Travis couldn't even remember what it was. He waited for her to piss but she was a stubborn bitch, he rolled his puppy slut over on her back and placed his boot right on her stomach. As he added pressure, she would have no choice but to piss. And then she noticed him pulling out that large cock that had impaled her earlier, but this time he was pointing it right at her and she felt that golden shower covering her face.

Travis laughed as he humiliated her, she would need another hose down before she was put in her kennel for bed. But with this one, he knew tomorrow he would have to make a trip to the hardware store to make some reinforcement to her Kennel. His foot dug into her tummy that felt so full and she needed to pee so badly! "Piss for me my little puppy slut, I understand your new to this but like all puppies you will be trained."

Puppy slut's face was covered in piss and she could smell it on her hair too! It was obvious she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and while she may be very stubborn... Her master was a very patient man. That smirk on his face had to piss her off even more, she was a challenge and wouldn't crumble like the other who came before her. She was a fiery red head, who was an amazing fuck as well! Sad part was, he enjoyed the sex they'd had when they first got to his place. But they wouldn't be having that sort of consensual sex for awhile, at least not until this little puppy slut learned better manners!

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Eira growled at him. "I will not come to Silver!" She thought to herself sense she couldn't say it! she groaned as she was rolled over and he pushed on her belly. She struggled to push his foot off... when the hot liquid of his piss hit her face! She put her hands up and used the mitts to shield herself making angry noises behind the gag.

The pressure on her belly did cause her to piss however... and her face burned from the humiliation of  pissing outside like a dog... and being pissed on! She gagged around the ball in her mouth. The smell of the urine on her face making her feel sick, and burning her eyes. She wanted to kill the bastard!

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"Such a good little bitch aren't you Silver?" Travis watched as she was forced to piss and finish leaking all over her face. She then heard him let out a very sadistic laugh, he pulled the dildo out and took a good look at her gaping asshole. It was a site to see, the girl looked like a pornstar who had just filmed a gang bang. But that large dildo found it's way back inside her as he began to drag her back to the house and back down to the basement.

Forty minutes later, he brought her upstairs. She was clean and he even took the time to put her hair in little pig tails, he set down another doggy dish that said "BITCH" on it. But he would have a new one made with his pets name on it, he set a cupcake in there because he said she would get a treat after all. He removed the ballgag from her mouth and smiled. "Eat up my pet."

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Eira whimpered as he finished up and got off her belly. Then she let out a muffled scream when he pulled the dildo out so suddenly. It hurt, and her ass gasped out for a time, and then the tail was shoved back in, and she screamed again! When he started to drag her again, she fought again. Fighting to stand to walk normal.

When he drug her back upstairs Eira held a bit better sense she was clean... but she was still cold from being naked. She wanted to take her red hair out of the pig tails... but the mitts stopped her.

When her jaw was released from the gag she worked it slowly up and down relaxing the muscles. She then glared up at him. "You can put that cupcake up your ass." She growled her belly did growl however. But she refused to eat on the ground like a dog! "My name is Eira!" She snarled

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"No, it's Silver. That is your new name, now eat your treat before I punish you." Travis spoke with his arms crossed, every time she would attempt to lunge at him he would forcefully push her to the ground, with those little puppy mitts it was hard to do anything. Once again he placed his boot on the back of her neck and looked down at her with a bit of a stern look. He didn't say anything, just gave her that cold glare.

"Now Silver, be a good puppy slut and eat your damn cup cake... Or I will shove it up your ass, and don't think I won't." Travis was a sick fuck, and he'd shown a fondness for her ass already. She probably wouldn't put it passed him to do something like that, but the fact that he was no longer calling her by her real name is what pissed her off at the moment. She would learn to come to her new name, it was still her first night, so she had much more to learn and look forward too.


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When Saige lifted himself to meet Cathal's lips and kiss him, he leaned into it and returned that kiss in kind, tasting Saige's lips and feeling the heat rise within. How happy he was to have not lost his other half and to hold him again like this.

Cathal nodded and placed his hands over Saige's and guided them, hand over hand to unfasten his armor. He stripped out of it until he was nude, and pressed up against Saige as their cocks touched. He wrapped his strong arms around Saige and delivered a passionate kiss, his tongue against Saige's as his hands felt along the crevice of the boy's muscular back.

When their kiss naturally ebbed, Cathal rested his forehead against his and smiled. "You will always be mine. Whatever you want, I will give."

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Saige followed along, unfastening armor where Cathal led him. The pieces fell away until the man was standing before him in the buff, natural and strong just like he remembered. He tried to take the man's words to heart. There was no fault there. Just a bad situation. He still couldn't help feeling somewhat weak because of it. He needed strength. He needed to feel the touch of his love again.

He kissed Cathal as much as the man would let him, but as they slowly parted, foreheads pressed together, Saige knew exactly what he wanted. "Then give me this... bathe me. Wash my body, but do not wash yourself. Your essence permeates you and the air around you, and I want to soak that in. Hold me all night. Make me smell of you so that I can once again feel like I am yours," Saige asked. His hands gently roamed over the furry flesh of his mentor, the skin sheened in rainwater and sweat. The man had worked hard at battle, and he knew that he'd deserve to be washed too. Saige would repay him in kind tomorrow. For now, he need this.

He slowly pulled away and walked down into the water. He sank down to his knees then slowly bent and lowered himself entirely into it so he could submerge himself fully for a few seconds. He lifted slowly, feeling the water cascade off him, and he turned to sit at the edge of the tub. "Sit here... place your legs into the water, but nothing else," Saige asked, waiting for Cathal to do so.  He gave the man room then placed himself between the spread legs of his mentor. He leaned in and pressed his face just to the side of Cathal's package, sniffing the heady scent of him. "I am yours forever," he said softly.

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He considered Saige's request not to bathe, momentarily wishing he could given how ripe the journey and the last battle had made him. Yet, in his heart and soul, he understood his meaning. Cathal's mouth kissed his once more as Saige's hands ran through his fur and over his muscle. "I understand."

Cathal sat at the edge of the tub and dipped his legs in as far as his upper calves, receiving Saige as he leaned in and rested his head between his thighs, telling Cathal that he would be forever his. He reached down with his right hand and ran his fingers through Saige's blonde hair, massaging his scalp. "And I am yours."

They lingered in silence a moment as they savored this coming together. How relieved he was to be reunited with Saige, though both had paid a heavy toll in their own way since they'd last seen one another.

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Saige stayed in that quiet moment for a long time. His face pressed into Cathal's thigh and groin was unmoving. All there was for him were gentle breaths as if he were taking in the divine scents of holy incense. In a way, Cathal was his god, a place for his worship and adoration to go, and a point to guide him. Cathal repeated his very same words back, and Saige finally felt at home. Eventually, he slowly pulled back and looked up to Cathal. There were no more words but instead actions. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to the middle of the man's furry chest. His arms spread open and wrapped around the broad expanse of his barrel chest. Saige's head turned to the side, and he pressed his ear to the man's chest. His heartbeat was strong, and he somehow felt that his own was beating in time with Cathal's.

Eventually, he pulled away and moved to sit with his back pressed to the side of the tub, himself seated between Cathal's legs. He let the man wash him slowly, taking away the physical remnants of his time with the orcs. The memories were still fresh, but this was the start of healing. He laid his head back into Cathal's lap as the man's big hands worked over his body, rubbing warm water into his skin. He was plainly aware of Cathal's arousal, and he would take of it soon. For now, he wanted to just feel the man's touch, smell his scent, and reconnect before taking in that most precious essence he craved.

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Cathal would not rush the moment when they would pursue their earthly pleasure with each other. Instead, he savored this intimate moment as he melted into Saige's touch, the lad's ear against his chest as their hearts beat in unison. They wandered the lands, not calling anywhere home. For him, though, Saige was home.

When Saige repositioned himself and turned his back to Cathal, he gently washed him. His strong hands were softly upon him, scrubbing grit and grime away from Saige's smooth muscles. Every movement, every touch was slow and deliberate–intimate. This was a symbolic moment for both as they scrubbed away the physical evidence that he had been held captive by the aggressive and militant orcs. The wounds that were unseen would take time, and Cathal knew this. He'd remain at Saige's side, steadfast through it all.

He felt his stiff cock pressing against Saige as he continued scrubbing, his cheeks flushing at this. "My body is reacting, but we will go at your pace, alright?"

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The fact that Cathal was getting stiff at just his mere presence made him smile. Saige gently pulled Cathal's hand down lower to brush over his own hard length. "Mine as well," he said  before letting Cathal finish washing him. Saige slowly turned around in the tub, the closeness and intimacy of feeling Cathal touch him doing things to perk up his arousal. Pulling himself to his knees on one of the stone steps, he showed his own hard length just barely above the water's surface, the head gently peeking out from its hooded foreskin. He leaned up to kiss Cathal almost chastely at first, his hands finding the furry, thick thighs of his mentor and slowly sliding upward toward his torso.

He slowly kissed from Cathal's lips, along his jaw, then over his neck. He kissed across one furry pec muscle, stopping at a nipple to gently nip at it before kissing down the hard expanse of the man's abs. His chin eventually felt the hard, wet tip of Cathal's cock, and he slowly turned down, wrapping a hand around the hard length at the base, and gave a kiss to the rounded crown. He let a long wide lick of his tongue swipe over it to collect the thick fluid already oozing out, but he couldn't stop himself. He spread his lips wide and sucked the entire head into his mouth with an audible moan. Saige gave slowly bobs of his head as he sucked gently, taking more and more as he bobbed until he was slurping on half of it and stroking the remainder.

Saige eventually pulled off, a wet 'pop' heard as the cock escaped his lips. He looked up to Cathal and slowly milked a large, fat drop of pearly precum from the tip and licked it off while staring at him. "I'm ready..." he finally said.

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His eyes closed, rolling back as he tasted his lover once again. Their kisses were hungry for one another, and then Saige moved down, paying tribute to his body with those beautifully soft lips. It was when Saige made it down to his member and took it inside his mouth that Cathal's eyes flew open and he moaned with lust and longing. To be close again after nearly three days apart mended the ache in his soul. The pain Saige endured, however, he had to put out of his mind, resolving to always be there for anything he needed. The scars on the heart and mind would heal differently.

"Augh, fuck," Cathal exhaled, Saige bobbing up and down on his cock, nearly coaxing the load out of him right there.

There was an audible, wet pop as Saige pulled off of him, looking up at him with fierce yearning. They traded places and Cathal was now kneeling on the stone seat, holding Saige's legs by the ankle as his greedy tongue slathered his hole, teasing and stretching it as he moaned into the lad's ass.


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Once would never be enough, shouldn't be enough, and Joe soon found himself striking Summer again... and again... before hitting the belt against her once more, 4 times the leather belt smacked the back of her legs, leaving a deep red mark, the bruising immediately appearing on her pale legs. He eventually let go of her hair, and dropped the belt to the floor.

Stepping back he looked at her before shaking his head, and watched as she ran from the kitchen, "That's right Summer, I am your father and you are to listen to me from now on or it's just going to happen again, now get out of my face, I don't want to see you for the rest of the day".

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Summer screamed witch each blow. Every time the hard leather smacked her sensitive calves a scream burst fourth. Four blows might have been twenty to a teenager. Finally he let her hair and her legs gave out on her, causing her to fall forward. Summer quickly ran to her room and slammed the door behind her. She screamed at her image in the full length mirror in her bedroom and kicked the wall. Her little legs were stinging, it felt as if they'd been burned. It hurt to bend them.

She went to her dresser and pulled, then shoved and repeated this process until about a foot of the dresser was covering the door, just in case her father heard her. Then she threw herself face first on the bed and balled her eyes out until finally she full asleep with the pillow over her head.

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Joe watched her run up the stairs, he was still furious and hadn't calmed down a little bit, striking her with his belt had made him feel a little better though, it had been how his father had taught him a lesson when he disobeyed him. His wife had never let him hit or discipline Summer, and he saw this as part of the reason for how she acted now, but now it was different, he was in charge, and he hoped that Summer had now finally realized that.

He grabbed the two bottles of Jack Daniels, and made his way into the lounge, grabbing the TV remote and turning the sports channel on before he sat down, drink in his hand, as he planned to just drink the bad memories away. He was watching the game when it hit him, he had actually enjoyed striking Summer, and he didn't regret it one bit.

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Halfway through the night Summer had to pee. So, she got up, wincing from the pain in her legs. She moved her dresser and put her ear to the door, not that she'd be able to hear anything, but just in case. Nothing. So she quietly tiptoed out of he room and went to the bathroom. Once that was finished she decided that her father must be in bed, so decided to go downstairs to get something to eat.

She moved as silently as possible down the stars, skipping a couple of the steps that she knew creaked. Once at the bottom of the stairs she heard the drone of the television. Fuck. Well... it didn't matter. She'd sen the alcohol he'd ought, he was probably passed out right now. So, to the kitchen she went, rummaging around to find her cereal. She poured a bowl then frowned and cleaned the mess the milk had made when she spilt it, then sat at the table and began to eat... trying not to crunch too loudly.

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Joe had just started to drift off to sleep, he was beyond drunk and had finished both bottles of Jack Daniels which he had brought home that afternoon, when he heard a creaking noise. He looked up and didn't hear anything else and so rested his head back down against the side of the chair. It was only a few minutes later when he heard the sound of the cupboard shutting and the crunching of something that he woke up fully, his headache already raging.

He slowly got up out of his chair and switched the TV off before he made his way out of the lounge and into the hallway, quickly making his way to the kitchen where he simply opened the door and stood in between the door frame, his daughter sitting at the table eating cereal.

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Summer heard him. She heard the drone of the television turn off and listened to his steps, then heard them stop. Summer stopped. She placed her spoon in her bowl and just... sat there staring at it. She didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do.

Finally she spoke. "Should... should I get you some aspirin ...daddy?" She crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed at her now cold arms. She still couldn't make herself get out of the chair as much as she wanted to. She wanted to run back to the safety of her room... but stayed right where he found her.

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Joe smiled as she had began her sentence, for a split second he had thought she hadn't learnt her lesson, she was about to call him Joe once more, and if she had then he would have punished her, he had realized just how much she had enjoyed punishing her, and was now finding himself looking for an excuse. He felt a warmth as she called him Daddy, she hadn't called him that for so long, but being daddy's little girl, it still had an effect on him.

"That would be great thank you darling", he didn't move, there was an awkwardness in the air, and he was unsure of how to break it. She was obviously scared, whilst he was just drunk and had a huge headache, there was a chance that if he did lose control, then he could do something really terrible.

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Summer picked up her bowl and placed it into the sink before pouring a glass of water for her father and getting the pain killers out of the cupboard. She opened the bottle and nervously shook two into her hand. At least she meant to shake two out, her hand was shaking and about six popped into her hand before the rest scattered about the floor as the bottle slipped from her fingers.

She sighed and let four out of the six in her hand fall to the floor as well, it didn't make much of a difference, she'd have to pick up all the rest anyway. She then grabbed the glass of water and walked to where her father was stood in the doorway and held both water and pills out to him.

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Joe watched as his seemingly clumsy daughter got him a glass of water and then dropped the majority of the pills on the floor before eventually she came to him with the glass and the two pills. He could feel the awkwardness between the two of them, despite their relationship being difficult before what had happened today, it had never been this awkward. He took the glass and the pills and quickly swallowed, trying to get rid of the throbbing headache he had brought on himself.

He downed the water before stepping inside the kitchen and closer to his daughter as he placed the glass down on the side. "You know Summer... what happened before... it was your fault... what you did meant I had to do it... you accept that don't you".

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Summer stepped back once her father had the pills and glass in his hands, she couldn't look at him. If she did all she could think of was him hitting her. Being this close to him made the back of her legs feel like they were stinging even though they weren't. They were still red and would definitely bruise.

He stepped closer to her and she finally looked up at him. Eyes staring at his mouth as he spoke to her. "I... I... I don't" She was going to say she didn't know, but it had been her fault hadn't it? She'd ignored him, talked back, came home from school... maybe she really had deserved it. Her slim shoulders shrugged. "I guess so..." That was as close to an admittance as she was willing to throw out there. "I'm still tired... I think I'm going to go back to bed." Summer stood there a second before moving to leave the kitchen.

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She smiled at him. "Well... thank you." She let him walk out while she fixed the room up and put her clothes back on and then, cleaned herself.

her back was to him as she grabbed a couple of oranges and paid for them. She was quite hungry and already had two apples. It would be like a posh fruit salad with only two types of fruits. Kitty wasn't picky. When she heard his voice one of the oranges fell out of her hands and bounced over the ground. Kitty blushed and re composed herself.

"Yes, thank you. I hope that you are well" She bent down to pick up the renegade orange and looked up to him from her crouched position. "Have you eaten? I have an extra apple and orange if you fancy some lunch?" She regretted it right away. How stupid could she be? People don't just sit around with whores and talk about their day! She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking... you probably have places to go and... work to tend to." Kitty straightened herself. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

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Mich was delighted to see her respond to him, well there were clients and whores that preferred to keep everything behind doors, pretending to not know each other anywhere else even though they'd shared such intimate moments. "I am well." He said, trying to sound like he was having a good time even though everything was tense. When she proposed lunch he was very surprised.

"No... no I don't have anything. And it's a good idea. Just depends on where you want to go for lunch, I don't have any particular preferences at all." Even though she was a whore he treated her like a lady, he would only treat her like a slut when they are in bed. When he had paid to have her body.

He came close to her, a little too close to examine her face. "You look, prettier today... in fact you look prettier without make up... could I ask you why you worn them that night?" He said as he offer her his arm so she could slip through it. Of course he didn't know of her relationship with her boss, nor how much trouble she would be in if she was caught.

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Kitty hadn't actually expected him to take her up on the offer for lunch, but since he did there was no way she could take it back now so she smiled politely and nodded. "I'll take you somewhere quiet... where no one will come around. You won't have to be embarrassed by anyone seeing you with me" And she wouldn't get the shit kicked out of her for being with a man outside of work.

A blush touched her pale cheeks and she slipped her arm through his and began to walk. Began to guide him to her little spot. "Men come to see a whore. The makeup is to... show case that part of me. I don't normally wear so much but I..." Hmm... it took a second while she searched her brain for an excuse. "I had an accident the day before. The place had been mopped and I slipped, still had some swelling on my face, it's not noticeable anymore."

"I'm actually quite clumsy, I'm sure I would have tripped wet floor or no wet floor" She shook her head and smiled. she lead him off the beaten path to an old abandoned mine and sat on the grass outside it after taking her arm out of his. "i would eat inside, but I'm frightened it will all collapse on me" she laughed at herself. "They used to think there were diamonds here, but there wasn't. A waste of money for whoever funded it." She got an orange and apple and placed them on her lap after crossing her legs and held the other two out to him. "It's not much, but... I don't eat much."

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Mich didn't understand why she acted so different. Yesterday she was so sure of herself, was it because they weren't in the brothel? That she was just here as herself that she was uncertain? He wondered as he followed her. He wanted to get her to somewhere better, however it was hard as she was already on her way. "I'm not embarrassed to be with you Kitty. You maybe a whore, but you still should be properly respected you know." He said to her as then went to her little place, away from most people.

He knew what she said about the makeup was only partially true. "Those things you were trying to cover up... they weren't trips were they?" He asked, he had heard it a million times, from the female friend he had before he moved here, all signs of a overly possessive and violent partner. But did Kitty have one? He didn't saw fit to ask her. "Did someone attack you? Tell me Kitty. I want to help you. I mean I don't know much about you. But you're a good person. I want you to be happy." He watched her start to eat the food. "that's not enough you know... how about this... I'll get you a proper dinner if you have time tonight." He told her as he grabbed one of her apples and took a look at it before placing it down again. "Do you have time tonight?" He himself obviously had nothing. He took a look at the mine, he knew this place, it was a place he visited on his first day, and in his mind he was toying about opening the mine here, he had the money after all.

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Kitty picked at the orange and when she was about half way through she lay back, staring up at the clouds as they drifted overhead. She smiled. "Man would disagree with you. Hell, I have clients that come in that think women should be treated as if they're just a decoration in their home, I'd hate to think where whores stand in their minds, but thank you for your kind words"

She stretched out a bit watching him take the apple and put it down "Are you not hungry?" She shrugged her shoulders then. "I just had a rough morning before you came yesterday. A..." she sighed. Would it do to lie or tell the truth? "A client got... I dunno, he was just having a bad day I suppose. We get them more often then we like. The violent ones? Kind of get used to it." He asked her to dinner. Kitty gave Mich a bit of a shocked look and as she was thinking of excuses as to why she couldn't go to dinner with him, her mouth was already moving. "Yes, I'd like that very much." She didn't think of consequences. Blocked her mind to it. "I'll get Linda to cover for me. Johns love her, she's got huge tits."

"I don't think I got your name last night? I told you mine is Kitty and that's the truth, I don't bother with different names since I live there anyway. It's a strange name to have, but it's the one I was given." Was it? She couldn't remember much from before she was sold off, but she kind of liked the name Kitty.

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"I know lot's that disagree with me, hell, I would disagree with myself when I'm with you in a bed, I'd treat you like a decoration... a fuck doll." Mich made a smile at her.

"Nope, not that hungry at the moment. I have a dislike for fruits unless eaten at the right time." He said, half lying. He really didn't think the food she was having was enough. "So you go ahead and eat them. Thanks for the invitation by the way. I was really bored out of my mind. Just need someone to hang out with that isn't always talking business with me. I mean people who work with me. They're good... informative, but they're boring. I really need some fun sometimes."

He caressed her a little, slowly brushing on the wound. "I'm sorry... I hope I can help with it. Maybe you should just reject the ones that are too violent, or at least work in a place where to boss cares for the well-being of the workers." He said, knowing that it was just his dream, no one owning a brothel would ever care for that.

"Vogel." He answered her without much hesitation, it was impossible to trace that name back to the cousin who gave him the business, he didn't think they were related by much anyway. "I'll meet you here in the evening? Then we could go somewhere nice. Would you like that?" He said as he turned about to leave before he turned around and kissed her, on the lips passionately. He had promised him to never fall for a woman in a brothel... he obviously broke that promise.


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Elfeya locked her eyes upon Rayarrod, her disgust for him finally finding depths even she had not known existed. So shocked was she at his words that the creature was upon her before she even had time to try and dodge its putrid hands upon her. It looked as if it had been dead weeks rather then mere... how long had she been unconscious? That thought flashed in her mind only to burned away by the horror of being pressed down by this unnatural beast.

Her hands finally loosed themselves from around her body, pressing upwards crying out as his length slips across her flesh, no longer caring to hold back her emotions, only wishing to rid herself of this wretched soulless body.

"You are no god. The gods turn their face from you, you are alone and hated..." Even as she fought the monstrosity she growls out the words, cut off by the foul stench of the priest dead lips. Suddenly bile rises in her throat. She strains, and bucks to try to get him off her, her hand raising to its hair to yank its head up. His blood smears her lips even as she turns violently to the side, unable to move it from her body even as she wretches up the contents of her stomach, soiling the sheets below her.

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He observed as she was completely taken by disgust at the prospect of this thing ravaging her, his eyes not batting once as he watched the play, even when her stomach heaved up putrid filth upon his bed sheets. No matter. When he'd ready himself for slumber, should he even sleep this night, he'd merely have his sheets changed. He didn't expect this secondary ceremony to be one that she'd accept without some ungraceful act.

Even her words, as beguiling as they were, did not faze him, and he took her opposition to his claims as mere ignorance, stupidity even. However, she was in no position to deny his power; after all, he'd placed her in this situation, and her defense was quite weak.

The revenant took advantage of this weakness, and while Elfeya vomited and let her opposition fall, the priest growled against her cheek, his scarlet teeth biting into the pale cheek of the elf with a certain carnality resonating in its throat. He was not patient, and one of his chilling hands rode up the thighs of the female, almost virginal in appearance, gripping at the material that clad her hips to conceal her feminine treats. He violently yanked the panties down, not pausing to brush his grotesque rod against the delicate flesh within her thighs, and against the mons of her quim.

Rayarrod lifted a brow in interest, noticing his bride's exposed genitals, a smirk unfolding as he studied the precious little package. It was pale, seemingly unused, perfectly symmetrical, the lips of her cunny like the blossom of some rare flower the king wished to pluck.

Then, harshly, the undead harshly shoved his member deep inside her after positioning himself, even without desired lubrication. Looping his arms under the knees of the fallen queen, he began to dive into her, pushing his full length inside, exercising the extent of the lust he'd experienced in his time with the living.

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Elfeya feels the monsters hands on her thighs, but the humiliation of upending her stomach in front of her new beast-husband took most of her mind. The idea of dead flesh touching her caused her dry-heaves to continue, but fortunately for her the contents of her stomach was already emptied.

The cool air washing over her nude nether lips shocked her mind, even as she clawed at the sheets, pulling the far end off the mattress, unminding that she was now laying in the bile. Scrambling trying to find purchase to move away, she was simultaneously lifted partially off the bed, her lower half pulled upwards by it's arms beneath her knees, even as her tight, dry, passage was forcibly plunged into.

A pain of the intrusion, burning friction sent a keen from her throat, that turned into a full-fledged cry as the virginal barrier was ruptured, the small amount of blood not lubricating her passages much at all even as the monstrosity began an excruciating rhythm that stole her breath. Stretching and feeling as if she were being gouged, Elfeya did not even realize that tears wetted her cheeks, that her hands continued to claw, to escape the torment.

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This would be a disgusting sight for anyone, including Rayarrod himself, if not for his experience in penetrating graves to make additions to his massive armies. It was rather mundane, until he witnessed something that whetted his appetite for Elfeya herself---the minute amount of blood now exuding from her womanhood. He really shouldn't have questioned the fact that an elven queen was pure, but his whole form trembled in accomplishment when he realized he'd just thieved her of her purity. How very enticing... of course, he'd restrain himself this night.

In some oddity, this freakish thing of a priest had the first pleasure of experiencing her warm cove... In an attempt to taunt his wife, Rayarrod tossed his head to the side, his glowing eyes smiling, his teeth displayed in a flawless yet nauseating smile. "He won't stop until you release, my lady Elfeya. I'd suggest... succumbing to him. Allowing him to inspire you to flood the bed sheets with your fluids."

Almost as if by command, the ghoulish being increased his pace, swinging himself into her as if he were a true expert. Replacing amorous moans with bestial grunts and hisses, he lubricated her himself, but not with humanly pre-cum, but with his own byproduct- thin, sticky blood that grossly imitated the seed expelled by a human. Even though he possessed no real desire... his master, Rayarrod, was pressing him forth to make Elfeya's first time the most memorable. There was no sure sign of the undead actually enjoying the act... he seemed more possessed to fulfill the whims of the necromancer that'd given him renewed, tortuous life.

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Elfeya grunted with every thrust, her body making minute amounts of fluids simply out of self-defense, so each time got easier at least physically to bear. She had quit trying to scramble away by now, focusing on simply breathing and trying to survive this ordeal. Blonde hair clings to her cheeks, the luminescent paint that had been applied streaked now from the tears and a red flush of exertion replacing the faintly ethereal glow.

His words confused her at first, wanting to lash out at him, wanting to hurt him as he was hurting her she had to bite her tongue for even in her shame, pain, and degradation she was able to reason that angering him at this point would do nothing more then prolonging the experience. Instead she concentrated on deciphering his words in her increasingly fogged mind.

When, though it seemed like hours it was only a few seconds, the words dawned upon her she was horrified. It would never end, even as the flooding of her most secret passages---thankfully she could not see what the creature had deposited within her living womb---she recognizes almost with a detached mind that the beast sped his movements. It would never end, for she could not do that. Raped by the undead filled her with disgust, revulsion, blocking any kind of pleasure from simply being entered so brutally.


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Peter tried hard to contain his emotions as he heard the front door of the mansion closing. His wife, that manipulative cow, was gone to Europe for the summer. The perfect start to the break, and more than enough time for his plans to come to fruition. He permitted himself a smirk; but only just. He tightly controlled his emotions, for it was they who would ultimately betray him, he surmised in a coldly calculating manner. Besides, his little princess was due home soon.

Peter was a success story from start to finish. His businesses went from strength to strength, and he had the good sense to sell up before the bubble burst. That left him the luxury of time. He only had one child, and she had been doing some growing up lately. After this summer, she was off to college and he wouldn’t see her so often. That pained him greatly. But for now, she was here and he could revel in that.

His plans for her were extensive, but for now he was content to enjoy the fact that she was completely and utterly oblivious to the summer she was about to experience – that last, sweet innocent summer before life really begins.

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Delilah Dawson, the offspring of Peter and Spring, was making her way up the smooth cement sidewalk that lead to the large house that her father inhabited. Her mother lived there too, but only, it seemed, when her Daddy was away on business, or visiting friends in another country. Delilah had barely spent any time in the home herself. When she wasn't being sent on summer trips to Scotland or Greece, she was working her job as a receptionist at a veterinarian's office, or hanging out with friends, or being involved with school. The first two weeks of summer after her graduation had been spent in Washington DC with two of her pals, but now she was coming home to rest for two months before packing up and going away to college.

A petite, pale hand twisted the door knob and made her way in to the house, lugging a rolling suitcase behind her with a large duffel bag slung over her shoulder and bouncing against her left right hip. "Daddy!" Delilah called out in to the large home, shutting the door as she stood in the entry way of the lovely, albeit a bit cold, home. She was clad in a pair of cut off black denim shorts that exposed her pudgy inner thighs and the rest of her shapely, pale legs, as well as a red and white striped tank top that clung to her ample cleavage.

"I'm ho-ome!" She called out, kicking off her shoes, always preferring to be barefoot. The girl stood at only 5'4, having petite features, wide hazel eyes, and vibrant red locks that fell in waves to the nape of her neck, a black headband resting atop her head. Seventeen, about to be a legal adult, a virgin, but full of curiosity and with a terribly sharp wit, Delilah was an interesting blend of her father and mother, though she had her mother's feminine looks: plump lips, wide eyes, narrow nose, smooth skin.

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Peter stood solidly behind his desk, leaning on his arched hands pressed firmly into the fine old oak. He casually surveyed the landscape of paperwork and equipment without really focusing on anything in particular. He was a muscular man in his youth, and while he wasn’t quite as toned now as he would have liked in some areas, he still cut a fine figure of a man. Over six feet tall, with dark brown hair carefully but casually combed to give a relaxed but professional appearance, clean shaven and dressed in a fine Oxford suit---he just couldn’t escape his past that easily. His heart pounded just a little faster in his chest when he heard that door knob twist, and then the sweet lilt of her voice as she called to him "Daddy! I’m ho-ome".

He picked up the letter from his desk; oh how little she knew. That sweet, innocent voice betrayed a girl whose life was about to be changed forever. "I’m in the office darling" he called out gently, "come on through" he said, controlling his pitch and tone to perfection. His deep voice traveled through the empty house quickly, and as he spoke, he carefully made his way around the desk to meet her, still clutching the letter in his hand.

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Her suitcase and bag were dropped a few steps in to the entryway and she moved swiftly, barefooted, across the cool hard wood floors. Her father's voice rang easily through the large, practically abandoned home, and she lead herself easily toward his large, ornately decorated downstairs office. Spring, her mother, had an office upstairs, but it was always locked when she was away, and while there was a study upstairs as well, she knew her Daddy well enough to know just where he would be.

The instant she spotted him she ran toward him, arms spread wide and a large, childlike smile plastered on her face. "Oh Daddy, I missed you!" She smiled and pressed her young, flexible body in to his, hugging her larger, far more muscled father tightly. "Mmn, so good to be home," she purred, pulling herself away and resting her hands on her hips. "So what are we gonna do tonight, Dad?"

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Peter heard the suitcase fall to the ground, and smiled wryly knowing she was coming to him. The patter of her soft, naked feet on the wooden floors confirmed his assessment, and he watched as she came running around the door to greet him. She looked breathtaking. Wearing black cutoff shorts and a deliciously playful tank top which plunged so invitingly between her now well developed breasts. He tilted his head slightly as he devoured the image of this beauty running to meet him, her arms flung wide open, and her beaming smile which lit up his world.

She pressed her lithe young body into his, and he wrapped his arms around her, embracing the sensation of her teenage flesh touching his. "I missed you too, darling" he whispered as he tightened his muscular arms around her, feeling her breathing heavily against his powerful frame.

"So what are we gonna do tonight, Dad?" she asked him sharply. "Well baby, I thought we could have a little chat first" he said, more telling than asking. He was still clutching the letter in his hand, and he raised it up and unfolded the paper between them, looking straight into her eyes as he did so. His eyes glanced down at the document, and they told a story of disappointment which she recognized instantly.

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At first there was little on Delilah's face other than pure joy. Her father had always been her favorite part of the pair who'd created her, and it was obvious that he spoiled her too. Sure, her mother would buy her a fancy cocktail and hand her a credit card, but her father always listened when she needed for him to, and when she was a little girl, crying on Daddy's shoulder made her feel much, much better. But she was too grown up to do that now...

This was the first time seeing her father in nearly three months, but his look of disappointment could not be ignored. Her auburn eyebrows furrowed, and those supple lips began to pout. "What's wrong?" She questioned softly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Had it been that she skipped school the week before finals? Did he find out about her kissing her tutor? "What is it?"


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Morgan tried to relax, to let go as instructed, but she found it difficult. Every time the device sucked at her clit, she tensed up, bucked her hips. Her breathing remained quick and heavy, and soon the machine had her moaning on top of her panting. Her moans, at least to her, did not sound very sexy, however. They were loud, deep, with an undercurrent of fear and surprise going through them. The thought that she sounded rather like a cow, or some other animal, only added to the feeling she was being milked.

When the machine was removed, a jolt of sexual agony shot through her, causing her to writhe and almost scream, gritting her teeth as she struggled against her restraints. It wasn't exactly painful. Or, rather, it was not just plain pain. It was something very different, something much worse, which she had never before experienced. She struggled to calm to, breathing very fast as she continued to squirm in her seat.

She couldn't bring herself to respond when doctor Hawthorne brought out the small vibrator. Her energy was all spent, her body aching for an orgasm, even if she didn't quite understand the feeling. When that little cylinder touched her, so dangerously close to her clit, her excitement returned with full force, her climax building up so quickly she felt about to burst, holding her breath as she submitted to Hawthorne's power.

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Dr. Hawthorne then moved the vibrator up and down her moistening slit and then back with a force over her clit, up and down the shaft teasing it mercilessly. She then turned the vibrator off again smiling with the pain and desperation of poor little Morgan's face. She herself was feeling quite aroused. She let her gloved hand hover over her sex, stroking it through the thin fabric of her scrubs and lab coat. Then she returned her attention to Morgan.

Her lubricated fingers traced the folds of her labia carefully. Nimble and cold fingers exploring everything and ever where. She knew exactly where to touch, caress, tease. She could feel the girls body crying out for the orgasm she craved so badly. But she played with her for a while. Finally she flicked her clit, yet again, and then replaced the collector cup and pump over her little bud.

This time she turned the machine on high. The device pumped and sucked with a power that it had hardly ever been used at before. The buzz was audible though the room. The doctor, waiting to see the girl's orgasm, returned to her head, secured tightly to the bench. She forced, gently, two long fingers into the girl's moaning mouth, exploring and tracing. Fingers damp with Morgan's juices.

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At that point, Morgan barely felt conscious. She was, but she felt like she was drifting, somehow, weightless, the force of the pleasure and the teasing too much for her inexperienced mind to handle all at once.

It wasn't just her body crying out for orgasm, her every muscle clenching and relaxing with the machine's pulls. She was crying out as well, quite loudly, in a way that to her sounded rather like a donkey---if a bit less comical, a lot more sexual. She was too deep in pleasure to be embarrassed, however. She continued panting and moaning while Hawthorne teased without mercy.

Her orgasm was unlike anything she'd expected. If she'd expected anything at all. It felt a bit like an explosion, feelings she couldn't describe washing over her, frightening in their intensity. She didn't even cry out. All she managed was a quiet, "Oh fuck," as every muscle in her body seized. At first, the feeling was pure discomfort, and for what felt like a long time, but in reality must have been less than a second, she was scared the feeling wouldn't go away. Slowly, however, the feeling turned to pleasure, throbbing inside her, making her spasm.

When the doctor's latex gloved fingers entered her mouth, she couldn't resist. She was practically drooling already, though her senses were returning quickly. She was aware those fingers had been inside her, and that it should have been disgusting but was amazing. Morgan simply relaxed, letting the doctor explore.

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Hawthorne felt the girl orgasm beneath her and smiled to herself, when the bucking and frantic sounds finished she removed her fingers from the girls mouth and left, the poor panting and sweaty thing strapped to the chair for a moment. She then discarded her gloves and took out a new pair, holding them in her long and experienced hands.

She returned to her spot by Morgan's head and stroked her sweaty hair until she had calmed down, the panting still audible but slowing considerable. She ran her finger down the girl's jaw and between her large breasts, finally releasing the girl's nipples from the clamps that they had been restrained in.

"That was very good Morgan. Your mistress is impressed." She cooed touching her full lips and then snapping the new pair of latex gloves back on her hands She then returned between the girls legs and looked into her shy eyes. They looked almost as if they, wanted something. The doctor was a good people reader, she prided her self in it, and she flashed Morgan a toothy smile. "Now Morgan, do you have a request for me?" She asked sweetly, giving the girl's sensitive clit another flick.

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Morgan whimpered quietly, shuddering as she came down from the high of her first proper orgasm. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she'd go into the doctor's office, agree to be restrained, then brought to a mind-blowing climax. Even though the feeling was fading, she still felt tingly inside, almost like all sorts of pent-up pressure and desire had been released, leaving her feeling utterly satisfied.

When the doctor touched her clit again, she gave a little gasp, and smiled. She nodded, but didn't answer immediately, her breathing still heavy, like just thinking required great effort.

"Like I said, I've never had sex, not even oral. But... I really wanna know what it's like to go down on a woman," Morgan said, looking the doctor in the eyes. After what she'd just gone through---what she was still going through---she just couldn't manage to feel ashamed at her own request.

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The doctor smiled at her request and slowly undid her doctors coat for the girl. Each moment was sensual, something to be savored. She first removed the lab coat, and then her heels. Next was the scrubs underneath. Naked and standing before the girl she unstrapped her from the chair she was on. Next she took a seat on the exam bench. Legs spread over the sides, the paper sheet already a little damp.

"Hop on out of that chair and find out darling." She drawled, patting the small step just below her own sex. She would enjoy this, even knowing it was a leaning experience for the girl. She would enjoy training her new little pet.

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Morgan waited, passive, watching, while her doctor undressed herself. That morning, coming into the doctor's office, sex had been a slightly foreign thing, something she didn't know, and certainly didn't get any of. She could scarcely believe what had happened just a few minutes after that, and how quickly she'd gone from a straight-up virgin to someone who'd experienced an intense orgasm at someone else's hands. And now her doctor was undressing, and spreading her legs.

With some difficulty, she managed to get out of the chair, shaking the whole time. Just what she was expected to do, she didn't know, and so she walked slowly, cautiously toward the doctor. She reached out, placing her trembling hands on the doctor's thighs, looking up at her with big, questioning eyes.

She knew how it was done---sort of---but she waited for some sort of instruction, some tip, somewhere to start.


[User] Late evening. Geka walked down the street of the quiet city, her scales shifting colors to match the scenery behind her constantly, leaving her invisible. If she were to be seen, she would stand quite tall, around six feet tall in fact, with a gymnast's build and green eyes. Looking around, Geka felt somewhat uneasy. 5 years of torment. 5 years of pain in that fucking lab before she could escape. If she could find one of those scientists, get her hands on them... not that she hadn't gotten her hands on a few guards at the labs, but it wasn't the same. Not really. She wrapped her long, thin tail around herself for a bit of added warmth. She wanted to find shelter... and fast.

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Cheryl was just getting home. It was late and cold and her feet were aching. Someone had called in sick at the dive she worked in so she ended up doing a double shift. It was OK though, she was paying her own way through school so needed the extra hours.

Cheryl was studying to become a DNA specialist. This year had been the best of her life so far. She got her work placement in a lab not far from where she lived. It was great. She'd seen many different things and even was allowed to help out on a few of the projects. She couldn't wait to graduate, maybe they'd even hire her!

The streets were still and quiet this late at night and the chill in the air was enough to cool one straight down to the bone and Cheryl had forgotten her jacket. Her 5'5 100lb frame wasn't enough to defend against the cold, especially on the tight jeans and skimpy T-shirt that was her work uniform. She was quite happy when she opened her unlocked door and walked in out of the cold.

[User] There she was. A human, walking right towards her, unaware. Geka's invisible eyes narrowed with rage. Damn humans. They caused so much trouble for her. So much pain. It was time to pay them back for it. Moving swiftly yet silently, Geka grabbed the silent girl by the throat, squeezing tightly in her anger. Time for these humans to get a taste of what Geka had happen for five years.

[Assistant] One minute Cheryl was about to walk into her house and the next minute there was a hand around her throat. She couldn't even have blinked in the time it took for the seemingly invisible force to grab her. She wanted to scream, but the pressure on her throat was too tight to get any noise out, so instead she fell into panic. Hands came out to try and seep at whatever was holding her. She was struggling and praying at the same time for someone to come by. She couldn't breathe.

[User] Geka kept them both in the shadows, hiding what she was doing to any passing civilians. She smiled to herself at the look of panic in the girl's eyes as she strangled her. Some of the guards had shown that same fear when she escaped. Some of those same guards had even lost bladder control, or worse, when she finally struck. She wondered whether this girl would, or if she would overcome that fear slightly, ironically enough, by not knowing what she was. Those guards had probably been more terrified knowing what Geka was, and what her intentions were. This girl didn't know Geka, and might end up more confused than scared. If so, she might maintain control of her lesser systems. Might.

[Assistant] Her struggling was getting less and less. Her mouth opened, then closed again, not that one could tell since it was merely lips parting in the slightest degree. There was a pounding in her head. whatever was holding her... but she was losing the battle. Cheryl was trying ever so hard to hold onto consciousness, but her eyes were beginning to lose focus and roll back. A few more times she tried to strike

[User] Geka felt the strikes hit against her arms. But her strength far outmatched the girl's, even if the girl had not been nearly choked to unconsciousness. Even with the girl barely avoiding passing out, Geka kept her grip tight. She was not satisfied with going halfway. She had begun her strike on the girl, and she would not release her until all life had been squeezed out of her unfortunate target's body.

[Assistant] In a last attempt, Cheryl's hand held the arm holding her. Her nails dug in, but weakly. She tried. Boy did she try to hold on, but she couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. She couldn't fight. Her hand fell from the arm as blackness took over. Her body became limp in the grasp of the... thing. Her heart beat was dying, slower and slower and slower it went, until it no longer had the blood flowing for it to beat any longer.

[User] She dropped the corpse at the top of the steps, opening the door. Once inside, she dragged in the body, closing the door behind them. Smiling, she turned a bright red, her nude, scaled, and leanly muscled body fully visible as she focused on the corpse, letting an energy flow from her. She had an odd gift. If a creature died less than 24 hours ago, she could bring them back. But this gift, seemingly of kindness, could be abused like any other. And this girl would soon discover how. Waiting for the heartbeat to restart and the throat to heal, Geka put a bare foot on the girl's stomach, pinning her down once she recovered, hopefully losing the control she had maintained on her bladder at the sight of Geka.

[Assistant] Cheryl had died. Dead. Gone... but... there was no light at the end of the tunnel, no floating off to a better place. There was just nothing. Nothing... until there was something. Her heart began to pitter-patter in her chest which heaved as she took a breath into her burning lungs. Her eyes shot upon as something pressed on her bladder. That was all it took for a wet spot to suddenly appear through her jeans. It was just a little at first, but as soon as she set her coming into focus gaze on the woman... the creature, the fear of the unknown tun that trickle into a gush until she was empty.

[User] Geka smiled, standing the girl up to allow the pants to soak more thoroughly as the bladder emptied. "You are unfortunate, girl." Geka spoke in a deep, but still feminine voice. "You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. But your torment is only beginning." She smiled, grabbing a breast through the girl's outfit and squeezing, her intentions, for the time being, more lewd than violent.

[Assistant] Her body trembled, her pants now sticking to her thighs because of the urine. "P... please! I... I don't know who... what... you are... please leave me alone" tears spilled down her cheeks. She just couldn't understand what was going on. She'd never hurt anyone. Maybe it was a dream. _Please let this be a dream._ She shook her head as her breast was squeezed. "Please... I... I have money... If you go you can have it. All of it..."

[User] Geka shook her head, sliding her hand up behind the girl's shirt flexibly, unhooking the bra and squeezing the bare breast underneath. "I can't just let you go, human. I don't care that you don't know who or what I am. Most of the assholes back at the lab didn't either. Didn't stop them. And I don't need money. I can get what I need in other ways." She chuckled, fondling her breast roughly. "Are your pants wet, human?"


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"Help you?" Siptah asked with an amused tone to his voice. "I am only here to make a trade. A life time of enjoying your flesh... in exchange for the power I can give you... if that benefits you then all the more reason to follow through." he said rather casually as he crossed the distance to her. The demon took up some of her hair and smelled it deeply, his eyes closing and look of ecstasy running through him as he did. "But I tell my name only to my brides... will you be my bride?"

The creatures hands rand from her hair down over her shoulders seductively. He could feel the warmth of her flesh just under the clothing which he felt was needlessly covering. Little to none of her form was visible through the layers she wore. He was absolutely an expert at sensing the shape of a woman's body and he just knew that the mortal who stood before him had something absolutely delicious waiting for him. His own body ached to experience her... it had been a few thousand years since the last time he'd claimed a bride and it was killing him to be so restrained...

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Skyler kept an eye on him as he walked around her apartment because if he show much as tried to attack her, she would put a bullet in his brain. She hadn't read up on the demons completely so she wasn't sure if that would kill them but she was willing to try if she had too. She winced as the music came on with him just looking at it and waving his hand. She really hadn't thought this through very much and she was screwed, she needed Chris right now he would protect her.

Skyler sighed as she heard him speaking about a trade, she didn't know what she should do, she needed to solve this case. She opened her mouth to speak until he took her hair into his hands and smelled it deeply. "Your... bride? You want me to marry you?" She shivered when he ran his hands down her shoulders Skyler hadn't been touched by a man in such a long time. "If I do this... will you be able to help me solve these murders happening lately?" She leaned slightly back into his touch.

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The demon chuckled and ran a finger down her jawline. "My dear, you aren't understanding..." Siptah walked slowly over to her couch and sat down in a rather grand way, the way one might picture a king sitting. That smile that didn't seem to fade got a bit bigger and he patted the seat next to him before continuing.

"You'd be a witch... bound to me for life." he licked his lips and chuckled again. "I only guarantee two things... if you bind yourself to me, I will make you the most powerful mortal on Earth, and in exchange I will enjoy your body until the day you die. I have no doubt that catching some simple sadist will be the first of many accomplishments for you."

Looking around a bit like a cat before looking back at her, the demon spoke again. "I grow tired of all this talking about the deal. Do you wish to be my bride or not."

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Skyler shivered when he ran his hand down her jawline, she wanted to react but she didn't know what the outcome would be, so she didn't. Sky swallowed hard and watched him walk over to the couch and pat the spot next to him. She sighed and slowly walked over to him and slid down into the spot on the couch. A witch she thought to herself as he explained being bound to him for life.

He promised her being very powerful and in exchange he just wanted her body. Skyler sat up some and looked at him with a tilt to her head. "So I let you have my body you help me catch this creep? Will you... protect me?" She was a tough girl that much was known, but sometimes she felt like she was vulnerable because she was the only female on the force.  "I will be your bride." She looked down not really believing what she had just agreed to do.

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"Oh now I couldn't have anyone ruining my prize now could I?" Siptah asked playfully when she asked about receiving his protection.

The demon seemed to get rather serious despite the permanent grin when she said that she agreed to be his bride. Slowly he considered her and nodded. "I agree to accept you." he said sounding rather formal all of the sudden. Slowly he stood up, towering over her, and crossed powerful arms over his chest. "There is a process... a ritual... it's simple and if you follow my instructions you will walk away from it feeling quite different, and you'll get the power you need to hunt this killer..." Lifting a clawed, almost reptilian foot from the floor he shoved her coffee table out of the way.

"Now... undress for me... let me see my bride before I take her..." he encouraged, that grin turning wicked. He watched and waited for compliance, starting to pace slightly but his eyes never leaving her. "You know you will humble yourself to me... when it is my time with you, my control will be absolute. Do you understand this?"

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Skyler wasn't sure if being called his prize was exciting or if it was downright wrong. As she looked at him he got serious and looked at her saying that he agreed to accept you, Skyler licked her lips wondering what that would include at this time. As she was thinking it over he went and stood up and looked down at her. She moved back some in her seat and prepared herself. She gasped as her coffee table was shoved out of the way, Skyler wanted to stand up and yell at him, but she changed her mind. He then spoke the words to undress him and let Skyler see him before he took her.

She could only imagine what those words were doing to her body elsewhere. She nodded that she understood everything he was saying and she took a couple steps closer towards him and looked down at his loin cloth. She swallowed hard and leaned towards him reaching behind him and undoing his belt. Skyler pulled it off slowly and dropped it to the ground and cleared her throat looking into his eyes as she undid his loin cloth pulling it off slowly. "Oh wow." She glanced down at him and then up to his eyes. "Um... heh." She flushed red and glanced down again turning from him and walking into the kitchen pouring herself some water and chugging it.

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In an instant Siptah was behind her and the demon spun Skyler around and then pinned her to the closest wall. He seemed very upset and his face looked angry despite that permanent grin. Glowing eyes looked her up and down before he spoke. "What about my instructions led you to believe that it was acceptable for you to walk away from me... when you're on my time, you will never turn your back to me unless it's to get on all fours, do you understand me human?" he growled.

"Also... I didn't tell you to undress me... I told you to undress, but that is a mistake I was willing to let slide." he added before letting her go.

For just a moment the demon gave her enough space to let her believe he was about to walk away. Suddenly he attacked, ripping and tugging, destroying all that she wore until he got her down to her bra and panties. The bra had taken a hit though, in his fury to get her undressed he had ripped away one of the shoulder straps. Looking at her there in the sexy matching set he admired how things had changed since he'd been gone.

"Follow me... on your hands and knees..." he said ponderously, speaking like it were a game. "And once I'm comfortable... you will finish undressing for me..." he added before going back into the living room and turning to face her.

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Skyler let out a little scream when she was pinned to the wall, and despite the grin she could tell he was angry. "I'm sorry!" She whimpered as she had misunderstood his directions, and part of her was happy, she didn't want to get naked for him. She sniffled and nodded to what he was saying. She felt so stupid why didn't she listen to Chris she was done for. If she didn't listen to him surely he would murder her, at least that's what she thought.

Without warning he attacked her ripping and yanking her clothing off, ripping her bra. "St... stop please!" she sniffled off as she was standing in front of him in just her ripped bra and matching panties. She knew already that she was going to listen because she was a good girl and she was stuck. Skyler sighed and dropped slowly down to her knees and began to crawl towards where he was with her head down. "I'm sorry."