A monstrous orc, physically towering and intimidating with brute strength. His partial nudity and his arousal suggest a lack of modesty. He's aggressive, forceful, and seemingly indifferent to Sellaren's protests, indicating a brutal nature and lack of empathy. Despite this savagery, he shows some level of intelligence by understanding some words in Sellaren's language, hinting at potential cunning beneath his brutish exterior.

Orc the monster just growled again, the huge, savage beast of an orc towering over her. She started to scream in desperation and protest, and surprisingly enough, it actually stopped for a moment. Both massive hands reached out, grabbing her legs, spreading them in an almost erotic, lewd version of a wishbone. She was probably going to be glad he didn't just yank until something was dislocated. Instead, as he glared down at her, it opened its mouth... "Elf... Cunt." It growled out. Apparently it did speak her language. Or at least a few words. Whether it understood whatever else she had screamed was another story altogether, but those words were fairly... obvious.

The brute lowered his hips, pushing his cock down and forward. She could feel her cunt being forced to spread, pussy lips already straining around him. Maybe dislocated her hips would be a blessing, and she'd have less pressure, but the beast seemed just eager to use her like a condom, slowly pulling her cunt up over its length.


A strong-willed and defiant woman, unwilling to submit easily despite the circumstances. She is resistant to giving up information and seems to have a fierce spirit. Her personality shows that she values her autonomy and despises being controlled or forced into situations against her will. She has at least one nipple piercing as a result of the story events.

Trinity's head turned quickly, horrified and angry at her body having been forced to react like it had. Panting and breathing heavily while still trying to regain her composure, her head shook no. "None of your goddamn business..." She murmured angrily. It wasn't a lie; but still, she knew that wasn't the answer he'd want. Then again, she was beyond caring. After all, she hadn't exactly wanted a few things; having been dragged here was one. Being forced to orgasm in the manner she had... was most definitely another. She was pissed... and wasn't afraid to show it, even if she should be.

Sure, Trinity knew this was not the best place or time... but she truly was beyond caring for the moment. She had been given strict instructions to avoid giving any information out or ever giving up; she would do just that. Her lower lip got bit down on as his pinky slid into her ass. Even with the lube, it was still a bit tight and unfortunately; he had been right. She was still a virgin there... or—at the rate it was going—barely was still.

Derrick smirked. Good, she still had some fight in her. That would make breaking her all the more enjoyable. He pulled his hand out of the bag, holding what looked sort of like a hot glue gun, but with more metal. "Unfortunately, that wasn't the truth. We both know that you're having the greatest orgasms of your life. And since you've chosen to not give the right answer, I'm going to have to punish you."

Once again his hand went to work on her. He slowly brought her to one orgasm, then put his hand back to work on her quivering flesh, bringing her to a second quicker & more intense second orgasm. As she arched and threw her head back, the punishment came.

He suddenly withdrew his hand from her dripping, needy twat, leaving it's lips parted slightly. He grabbed her left tit, cupping it and pushing out her hard nipple. He set the device against her rock hard nipple and squeezed the trigger. A sharp, piercing pain accompanied by pressure shot through it for a moment, then immediately dulled to an ache. He pulled the device away, showing a shiny metal barbell piercing on her nipple, set far back at it's base so that the nub of flesh would always be forced to jut forward. "My my, that does look good on you..."

An angry glare shot across Trinity's face as she looked right into the man's eyes. "What do you mean not the right answer? It isn't your fucking business! It's not a lie! Selfish prick..." She murmured, her irritation seeming to grow more and more with each passing second. As he pulled out a... device, her eyes narrowed. It seemed familiar... but not at the same time. Still, it was bothering her. She knew she had seen it somewhere. But she couldn't put her finger on it.

Her head tossed back as she felt herself close again. Fine so maybe these are the best but... Her thoughts got cut off as an immense pain shot through her nipples, making her scream. It hadn't dawned on her till he went through with it, but now she realized what it was. A few stray tears fell from her eyes as she shot her interrogator another glare.

"SON OF A BITCH! WHY... URGH! I..." She found herself speechless and even more furious than she had been. Her head angrily rested back as she breathed heavily, pulling at the cuffs.

Derrick merely chuckled at her screams. "Now now, that's no way for a lady to talk. Behave yourself or I may have to gag you. Or at least give you a matching set." he said, expertly playing with her new piercing. "I do feel a bit bad about that. Perhaps I went overboard with that punishment, yes?" he said, gently running a finger along the line of her jaw. "So, I think I will make it up to you."

He opened another locker and pulled out a leg spreader bar. He carefully locked both her legs into it before releasing them from the restraint chair, leaving her legs spread. He slowly released her from the chair, her legs spread and her hands cuffed in front of her. He was strong, guiding her to the table with an iron grip she couldn't break from no matter how she struggled. He walked her to her place, and used a D-ring to anchor the spreader bar to a tie-down set into the concrete floor. He then bent her over the table, using gentle but irresistible pressure, before tying her cuffs to a similar tie-down. When he was finished, the woman was bent over the table at a not uncomfortable angle, although she had no hope to escape.

The interrogator was moving around behind her, although she couldn't see what he was doing. Suddenly she felt something violate her pussy, driving deeper into her than her ex-lover ever had. He was taking it slow and steady, gently pushing his thick cock into her, hitting every pleasurable spot inside her. It was rape, but he was doing everything he knew how to make it incredible for her.

"Shove it! I talk how I want!" Trinity's head tossed back as her new piercing was traced, panting and breathing heavily as the hand left. Her head violently turned at the touch of his hand but said nothing aloud. When he went over to the locker, she felt sicker from seeing the leg bar. She had seen a few porn movies out of mere curiosity and most were BDSM-related; so she did know what that was. A low but definitely frustrated scream left as she felt her legs forced to remain part. Just from the feel of his grip, it would be clear; the last thing he would have done is let go.

Her head lowered as she waited. A part of her was planning on being 'punished' more. It was hard to believe he'd seriously try to apologize for the nipple piercing. He had a twisted enough sense of humor it seemed. Along with... a bigger cock than her ex?! A few stray tears fell on the table as she roughly bit down on her lower lip to hide a moan, her body trembling. Even with the slow pace, he was getting every spot it seemed like ... making her pant heavily. Otherwise she didn't want to moan or do anything more for this man. She'd done, as far as she was concerned, more than enough.

Derrick thrust deeper into her, pushing his tip against her cervix. He slowly picked up speed. Her mouth might lie, but her body couldn't. She was panting and trembling, and barely hid a moan. Soon their hips were slamming together, his balls slapping against her clit & mound. He reached around underneath her, gently cupping and playing with her unpierced breast. He bent down over her, bracing a hand against the table as he plowed into her. He placed his head next to hers, blowing his hot breath over her neck and ear.

"Don't hold back. We both know you're enjoying it. Just give in. Give in this one time. Enjoy it and use the bliss to keep yourself going through what will come." he whispered.

A shiver trailed down as Derrick grasped her unpierced nipple. Panting and shuddering, her head looked down as he spoke. It wasn't just that she was holding back... no. Poor Trinity was confused. This was feeling good... but wouldn't it be wrong to hint that? The situation said 'Yes' but... her body was saying 'So?'. She had always been good at following orders before but now... she had no idea what to do. But if especially the last words were a hint that she would need something to cling onto to help get through the rest of the day, probably mainly the torture, her head shook no. "I... don't need to hold onto bliss. I have... other things..." She managed to murmur, still panting heavily.


A dominant and manipulative individual who takes pleasure in exerting control over others. He has a twisted sense of humor and enjoys inflicting both pain and pleasure on his victims. His personality suggests that he is skilled at psychologically manipulating people, using their emotions against them to achieve his goals. As for his appearance he has a larger-than-average penis size compared to Trinity's ex-lover.

Derrick thrust deeper into her, pushing his tip against her cervix. He slowly picked up speed. Her mouth might lie, but her body couldn't. She was panting and trembling, and barely hid a moan. Soon their hips were slamming together, his balls slapping against her clit & mound. He reached around underneath her, gently cupping and playing with her unpierced breast. He bent down over her, bracing a hand against the table as he plowed into her. He placed his head next to hers, blowing his hot breath over her neck and ear.

"Don't hold back. We both know you're enjoying it. Just give in. Give in this one time. Enjoy it and use the bliss to keep yourself going through what will come." he whispered.


A young woman in her late teens. She has a typically attractive appearance, as suggested by Damon's admiration of her. Her personality seems to be adventurous yet apprehensive; she's willing to explore new experiences but often expresses nervousness about them. Despite this, she shows resilience and adaptability, quickly adjusting to the pain and discomfort involved in these experiences. She also appears to be quite submissive and eager to please Damon, indicating a potentially obedient nature within their BDSM dynamic.

Katrina giggled slightly at getting all the cock time, it was so naughty yet felt darn good at the same time. "Yes, Sir... I take it one of the piercings is down there?" she said nervously, she wanted it, yet worried about how much it might hurt going in. "I guess I'll just have to practice oral and hand jobs then," she grinned. "Umm well it's mostly southern cooking, maybe a teeny bit of Italian... but mostly I like to try new recipes to make new dishes, and most times they're pretty good."

She squirmed softly as he placed the marks, mostly due to where they were than anything, and hoped she didn't mess up how they'd line up due to her squirms.

She was a squirmy little things and the three labia piercings and clit hood piercing holes were lines, now just to pierce them. Damon was waiting for her to keep talking about her cooking and the idea of tying her up for this was crossing his mind. "There now that sounds good, can you bake a bourbon pecan pie?" He asked when hearing southern. He had an aunt who was from the south and she made the best type of pies, the only one who didn't care if he was a good boy or not.

Then he jabbed the needle into her skin, sure to hear some sort of sound but he worked on the skin making sure the two hoops went on either side. As he finished one he worked on them all to make sure she was a jingle hop away. "This way I can add weights, or we can keep you tied off from public use." He teased Staring At her for a moment.

"Now how do you feel?" He asked as he moved a finger over her clit to make a bit of stimulation for her to come.

"It's funny... part of me wants these kind of piercings... yet not looking forward to how much they might hurt, Sir." The more Katrina was around Damon, the more she wanted to please him, no matter what he might do with her. "I also would never have dared think about it when I was still at home, waiting for college to start. Well, I can make a mean pecan pie, so I don't think it should be that much harder to make a bourbon one."

She let out a yelp as the sensitive skin was pierced, yet it wasn't that bad once they were in. Probably because usually the worst was over once the hole was already placed, or at least so had been her experiences so far. "Weights?!" she shivered, and yet the idea oddly turned her on. The more she was exposed to the things he seemed to want of her, the more she was okay with it.

She shivered as his finger ran over her clit, it was more sensitive than she'd ever remembered, and nearly came at his touch. "Mmmm... gawds, Sir, I... I already start to understand the appeal."

Damon had teased about it but she seemed to like the ideas. She was a beautiful girl and bringing her here, training her would do good. He then went and pierced the second hole all the while he was rubbing her clit, wanting her to orgasm from pain, her body needed to know the signals that both went hand in hand. He worked on the rings on each side of the labia and smiled, knowing how well it looked when this was done. "I've got two more to do. You're gonna be a good girl and lay very still."

He slowly stopped rubbing at her clit as he went and grabbed a larger needle. A fornicate piercing the small little wedge between her ads and pussy would now have a gold jewel hanging from it, perfect for fucking stimulation and cause an extra ounce of enjoyment for her. "Good girl, I'm glad you came here, did I ever mention that?" He asked before driving the needle through the skin.

Before long she was pierced completely, three rings on either side of her labia, a jewel at the wall between anal and vaginal, and lastly a piercing on her clit hood, all decked out with sparkles as he looked about. "I love it, what a pretty decked out pussy you have."

Katrina yelped as the needle went through her clit, but it soon turned to a moan of pleasure instead of pain from his rubbing her clit, it felt so good, she couldn't help herself. The ones on her labia hurt too, but yet she wound up rubbing up against his hand each time, her pussy starting to work itself up already. "Yes, Sir... I'll do my best."

Her eyes watered as he pierced a place she would have never thought of, and her clit and labia were now throbbing from the pain. "Y-yes Sir... part of me is glad I came here too, it's just it hurts soo much," she whimpered.

"Can I see, please, Sir? If it looks so cool, I'd like to see it too," she said excitedly. She was still hurting down below, but maybe it wouldn't feel so bad once the pain faded from the fresh piercings. While she knew if her parents saw her now, she'd definitely be disowned, that had already happened anyways, and she smiled nervously.

Katrina looked to be in pain, the clit hood was probably the least painful since it was the skin above the clit. But then Damon noticed how her clit was swollen from the rubbing and the throbbing probably enjoying his playful fingers. He leaned over and kissed her belly button almost in a sign of eager willingness for the day he would fuck her. "Of course you can see. I know it hurts let me get something." He stood up and retrieved a mirror and a small bottle of bourbon.

He walked over to her and handed her some. "Piercings are done you can drink some of this to numb out the pain. I also present to you your newly designed pussy." Putting the mirror close to her lady bits he showed the gold stud near her clit, the three rings on either side of the labia and the small one between the ass and the vagina. "Gorgeous, you look amazing don't you think?"

"I don't know, maybe if it wasn't such a sensitive area, or so many at once, maybe it wouldn't be so bad," she said softly. She giggled softly as he kissed her belly button, she always was a bit ticklish there. The pain was quickly fading, but she wasn't going to complain terribly much about the bourbon either, and gave him a smile when he returned and she'd seen what was in his hands.

"Thank you... it is fading, but I'm not going to complain either," she grinned, gasping as she took in the twinkling the piercings almost seemed to do in the reflection. She really hadn't wanted one, but she supposed the guiche piercing looked fine as well. They were all straight at least, in spite of her squirming.

"I do, thank you, Sir," she smiled softly.

"I know it's at once, but I like mine to have bling and you are mine now, aren't you, Katrina?" Damon asked staring at her carefully and giving her a kiss. "Good girl. Now its time for you to orgasm." He moved himself to sit on the bed, a small creak from the mattress as he swat and moved his hand over the small nub of flesh.

His fingers danced and continued to circle the small outlet of nerves before inserting two fingers in her cunt as well, making sure an orgasm was immanent. His body planned on working magic numbers on her many, many times. He stared loving the sight of her, naked, and dressed in piercings, a tattoo would be eventually but right now he was much more eager on her orgasm.

His fingers continued to work on her body. "Cum for me." He demands as his voice raised and we reached out and squeezed her breast and nipple.

"Yes, of course, Master... like I'd have it any other way," Katrina smiled softly. Or at least, she was enjoying it for now. The possibility of still being punished got pushed out of her head, and so wasn't worried about it anymore. "Please, yes, Sir," she moaned as his hand moved over her sensitive little nub.

"Ohhhh gawd, yessss!" she panted as her juices easily got worked up, it seemed to go much faster than it did before all this, and she was enjoying every moment of it. Her back arched in pleasure as she let out a scream before cumming hard soon after he demanded it. It hurt a bit when he squeezed her breast, especially her nipple, but wasn't that bad either.


An older, dominant male with a commanding presence. He has a physically imposing and attractive enough to command Katrina's attention and submission. He is experienced in BDSM practices, indicating a potential interest in control and power dynamics. His personality is authoritative yet patient; he guides Katrina through their shared experiences while respecting her boundaries and responses. Despite the intense nature of these experiences, he also shows care for Katrina, providing comfort measures like bourbon for pain relief. This suggests that beneath his dominant exterior, there might be a nurturing aspect to his character.

"I know it's at once, but I like mine to have bling and you are mine now, aren't you, Katrina?" Damon asked staring at her carefully and giving her a kiss. "Good girl. Now its time for you to orgasm." He moved himself to sit on the bed, a small creak from the mattress as he swat and moved his hand over the small nub of flesh.

His fingers danced and continued to circle the small outlet of nerves before inserting two fingers in her cunt as well, making sure an orgasm was immanent. His body planned on working magic numbers on her many, many times. He stared loving the sight of her, naked, and dressed in piercings, a tattoo would be eventually but right now he was much more eager on her orgasm.

His fingers continued to work on her body. "Cum for me." He demands as his voice raised and we reached out and squeezed her breast and nipple.


A man with evident physical strength, his muscles moving like steel cords beneath his skin. He's comfortable in the kitchen and has medical knowledge, indicating he's both practical and intelligent. He possesses an intense personality, oscillating between moments of softness and harshness. His sense of humor is present even in tense situations. Despite his violent actions, he shows signs of remorse and vulnerability which suggest a deeper complexity to his character. His feelings for Adella are intense and border on obsession, demonstrating a passionate if misguided side to him.

Danny picked up a knife, grabbed some bread, eggs, milk, sugar and cinnamon, he also grabbed a large bowl for the mixture after that. He placed them all in front of him and began whistling. First, he cracked the eggs into the bowl and beat them using a small whisk, then he added the eggs, milk, sugar and then the cinnamon. He continued to beat them and sighed, looking over his shoulder towards her. "Now then. You got anything you wanna know? Lord knows I wanna know more about you." He smiled, trying to avoid her eyes as he absently stared at her perfect olive skin.

Did Adella want to know more about him?! Of course she fucking well did! Like when did he turn into a crazy stalker? But she knew if she asked him that, it'd be straight out of the fry pan and into the inferno of hell. But she was more concentrated on how comfortable he looked in a kitchen, how his muscles moved like steel cords beneath his skin, and how he kept glancing over at her, but she noticed that he was also avoiding eye contact with her, which she was fine with. So Adella thought of another question, playing with a raven curl nervously.

"What degree did you get, Danny?" She asked softly, her voice still raw and she saw dark purple finger prints around her throat in her reflection in the window, making her wince and look down again, her curls hiding her face. He'd hurt her so much yesterday. Was completely ready to kill her. And probably still was. Yet here she sat, admiring him and waiting for French toast like it was a normal thing.

Danny noticed she was watching him too and silently cursed himself for being so dumb. She was just a woman for crying out loud, why was he having such a hard time? He turned to her, knife in hand and shrugged. "Medical. Could've been a nurse. Sure as shit did not study this." He laughed, gesturing down to the food with his knife. He then noticed the knife in his hand and quickly placed it down again.

"Whoops, sorry about that. Guess that might've been a bit freaky for you to see. I was... cutting the bread." He told her, now gesturing down to the vertically cut bread, all neat and uniform in height and thickness. "Thought about the medical stuff for a while and came to the conclusion of basically not wanting to ruin my mind forever by seeing kids die and shit. How about you? What'd you study?" He asked now dipping the toasted bread into the mixture gently, making sure that he covered each piece well. After that, he let them rest on a plate nearby and turned on the stove, placing a pan onto it and dousing it in cooking oil.

"Right, just a second, feel free to talk while I do this." He told her, turning his back on her again and slowly placing the pieces of toasted bread gently onto the cast iron pan. The sounds of sizzling and the scent of cinnamon filled the air as he did, making the room smell even better than it did before he'd began cooking. "Oh yeah, coffee's over there." He said, nodding his head towards a pot of coffee. "It's all fresh, got up and made it like an hour ago." He told her. "And cups are up there." He explained, again nodding his head towards a cupboard, probably not showing which it was too well.

Medical? Oh Christ. It was so much scarier when he was holding the knife. He studied the human body. That did NOT comfort her. Adella squirmed in her seat uncomfortably, even after he placed the knife down. Though he seemed to have a soft spot. Adella knew she couldn't handle a child's pain either. And medical studies were one of the most harsh studies a person could do, she couldn't imagine the stress it put on him. Soon, the smell of French toast surrounded her, instantly making her relax and even smile softly down at the table.

She always loved the smell of the sweetness and savory of the dish. Adella listened to him explaining where everything was, but she still didn't move. "I don't drink coffee, but thank you. And I... I studied music." She murmured, embarrassed at her mediocre choice. But she loved it, and could play three different instruments. Though she supposed no one asked for a musician if someone is choking.

"No worries, what do you drink? You really should drink, honestly. It's been at least 15 hours that I know of." Danny smiled at her choice and shrugged. "Music is pretty good. I used to play guitar but honestly? I don't think I could. You play any instruments yourself?" He asked, pulling down a plate. He grabbed a spatula from a rack and pulled it down, then used it to flip the toast to the opposite side.

He let it fry for a little bit longer, then used the spatula to pry it off the pan with ease, then placed the individual pieces on the plate in order, almost allowing them to look like they'd never been cut apart. "Here you go." He smiled, bringing the plate over to her and placing it in front of her. "Oh, yeah. Fork..." He whispered, then ran over to a drawer, soon coming back with a fork for her.

He was being so nice, she felt slightly bad for being on edge, but then she remembered seeing the bruises on her neck. Adella was surprised that she had to keep reminding herself, and it didn't help when he brought over a fork for her to indulge in the breakfast he made. "T-thank you, Danny." She murmured before she took a bite, biting back a moan. Sweet fuck they were good and she was starving. But still, she chewed slowly, finishing the first bite before she answered his questions, a blush covering her face.

"I usually drink juice and water, sometimes soda. And I play three instruments. Uhm... harp, violin and piano." Adella replied softly, slightly embarrassed at her answer for some reason. She knew they weren't the most popular instruments these days, but she still enjoyed their sweet tunes. Before she had to answer another question, she took a big bite, this time unable to fight back the moan as she visibly relaxed into her chair. God, she loved food. Especially food that tasted this good! For the first time today, she looked him in the eyes, her dark eyes lighting up as she continued chewing.

"You're so welcome. I always dreamed of cooking for you ever since I heard about you." Danny smiled, watching her eating his food he had cooked for her. His eyes lit up as he watched her facial expressions change to a blush, and a bitten lip. "I've got all three, especially water. Get this. It comes from the tap..." He whispered the last part, but laughed at his own stupid joke. "Those are really nice and dainty instruments, honestly, it takes a ton of skill to learn those instruments. I'm proud of you, really proud." He smiled down at her, then saw her take a big bite and let out a moan. "Okay... Second question, you usually cum when you eat food?" He laughed, then walked over to the fridge to grab a soda for her, just a simple coke. He pulled it out and placed it next to her plate in front of her.

"I... don't really know where to go from here." He admitted, sitting over in the seat across from her a little awkwardly. "I must admit, I didn't think we'd get here." His eyes darted around, but finally fixed on hers, they actually looked even better than they did last night. *Was that the food I gave her?* He thought to himself. *Turns out you really can win a heart with food...* He continued, still in his own thoughts.

Adella quickly covered her mouth when he made the joke, a chuckle pushing past her lips. How? HOW? He was going to KILL her last night, and she was LAUGHING. Huh. Maybe she was crazy as well? When he said he was proud of her, a strange emotion made her pause her chewing as she tried to find out what it was. Maybe it was weird because he kidnapped her? Testing the waters slightly, she tried for a second question and ignored his obvious teasing one when he brought her a coke, cracking the can open.

"You said you heard of me because of my father. Why were you studying my father?" Adella asked softly, before he sat down and continued talking, admitting that he had no idea what he was doing. When the trackers came, he wouldn't have to worry about anything at all. And she frowned slightly. She found that she didn't want him to be hurt... that bad. Maybe not killed. "It probably would have been easier to just ask me out for a drink." She murmured softly, looking down at her food and finding she had lost her appetite.

"Killed my parents." Danny said nonchalantly, waving his hand through the air to dismiss the question. "Let's not talk about that anymore. Touchy subject." He mumbled, looking down at his hands which were now placed on the table. "Yeah, I'm sorry. As I said before though, you're unattainable. Plus, the killing of parents thing too. Probably would've beat his teeth down his throat if we ever got far enough that you introduced me to him." He told her, feeling his own tears welling up behind his eyes. He almost controlled his tears but he sobbed, putting his head into his hands. "Fuck, I'm really sorry." He told her. "What have I fucking done? There's no way you can love me now..." He whispered.

Aaah. Fuck. And there she goes, putting her foot in it again. Adella placed her fork down, slowly seeing him become undone as he placed his head in his hands and sobbed. She wasn't good with emotions. She didn't know how to handle them, especially when people were upset. And what was she meant to say? Proclaim her love to her captor? Tell him that she loved the bruises that marked her body because they matched her eyes?

"Danny... I'm so sorry. I truly am." And Adella truly was. She wasn't and idiot. She knew her father had killed more than his fair share of people, some even being unnecessary. And she hated it, despised it, but it was still her father. The same man who cared for her every day of her life. Not knowing if she should pat his shoulder or what, but she did want to comfort him, as strange as it was. Maybe he hurt her because she reminded him of her father? She knew if someone killed anybody she loved, she wouldn't rest until she saw the light of life leave their eyes.

"It's not your fault. But I took it out on you. I'm so sorry." Danny mumbled, pulling his sleeve over his hand and rubbing out his tears roughly. He pushed his chair out and stood up quickly. "It's not your fault." He told her again, walking over to the counter and picking up the things he'd used to cook her food. "Finish up, you'll just get hungry and thirsty if you don't..." He demanded through his own sobs and sniffles.

He knew he sounded absolutely pathetic but he honestly didn't care at that point. He just placed the bowl, spatula and frying pan into the sink and ran the hot water, allowing it to glide over the things in the sink, quickly coating them in scorching hot water. He picked up some dish soap and squirted it over the things and groaned, slamming his fist down abruptly on the counter. "Fuck!" He yelled, turning off the tap and rushing out of the room quickly. "You stay there!" He demanded as he left the room.

Adella was just about to offer to help him with the dishes when suddenly he roared, making her squeak and jump in her chair, instantly cowering as he left the room. Well... if there was any chance of her running, it would be now. But she was honestly to scared to move. He was so vulnerable, and then he was crazy again! Slowly pushing her chair back, Adella stood up and looked around the corner from where he ran. If she tried to run, and failed, he'd kill her. If she stayed here and he was in a shit mood, and God forbid she said something wrong, he'd kill her.

So she stayed by the table awkwardly, looking between her chair and the door to freedom. She wasn't the fastest, but she was decent at climbing trees. She could stay on a branch for hours. But this place was so isolated. Maybe if she found the keys to the car! But he would probably have them in his pocket or something. A small whine pushed past her lips and she rubbed her face, frustrated at how fast her mind was racing. She could escape! Now! But if he caught her, she didn't want to know what he would do. All she knew was that it was going to be painful.

Danny came back into the room minutes later, his eyes red as he looked over to her. "Thought you'd have dipped by now, honestly. Sorry for that." He offered, reaching his hand out for her to take. "Listen. You can live comfortably here. It might be against your will, but even if I was to let you go, I really wouldn't feel right about you going back to live with that horrible cunt." He told her, cursing her father, right in front of her. "You can bite and kick and scratch me all you want, but I've really made up my mind. I mean. Put yourself in my shoes, and me in yours." He told her, his eyes resting on hers as he stared at her deeply.

Adella was about to take his hand, he obviously needed comfort, but then he cursed out her father, her eyes turning hard as stone. She understood he was in pain, and she knew what her father did was unforgivable for him, but it was still her father. Her blood. Adella then crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "I know he's a son of a bitch, but I am his daughter. So what? This a whole 'eye for an eye' scenario? Because I'm not that much of a bible reader."

She spoke as she pushed past him. Adella should have tried to run. She knew it. Live here comfortably and unwillingly. That made sense! As well as everything else that this lunatic has done! She should stay here, wait for the trackers, and stall until they came. She began to climb the stairs angrily, the baggy pants nearly tripping her up, but she continued on. Her life was a fucking health hazard, like falling over her own feet or into people's trunks.

"It's not an eye for an eye scenario!" Danny yelled after her as she ran up the stairs. He chased after her, following her to the bottom of them and running up after her. "Wait up!" He shouted, then he himself ran up the stairs to catch her. He watched her go into her room and slam the door behind her. He rolled his eyes and opened the door, walking into the room. "Listen, Adella." He paused, closing the door behind himself carefully. "I'm really not about to let you be forced into doing the things he does." He told her, approaching her slowly and taking her hands into his gently.

"He's a terrible man. You know... when I did some research, I found out just how much shit he's wrapped up in. If you knew what worse things other people would do to you... qell... that'd make this look like a day trip." He told her firmly, squeezing her soft hands as he did. "Plus. I think I love you. I know that's fucking crazy. Considering I barely know you... but I would do anything to be with you... hence... this..." He laughed a little, then bit his lip at his own sudden vulnerability showing again.

He found it easier to punch her, knee her in the face, TASER her and then kidnap her than say hello. And apparently there was nothing wrong with that! When he grabbed her hands, Adella saw genuine distress in his eyes, and it just confused her. How could she want to punch him one second then comfort him the next? Adella knew she had a target on her back, and usually she was careful, but somehow he flew under her radar. And when he said he loved her, she didn't know if she should punch him in the face or hug him. He had two months of non violent study on her, all she had was marks, bruises and confusion. "Aaah, Danny. You don't love me." She smiled sadly and looked up at him, squeezing his hands back gently. He didn't love her. He couldn't. Or if his love was her getting her face bashed in, she didn't want it.

"No. I do." Danny told her, his bottom lip quivering as he spat the words out of his mouth. "I'm really serious. I really do love you. I don't know what came over me when I did those... things... to you. I've been watching you for so long now and I know I'm perfect for you. The things I do know... I know you'd love me too." He whispered, pulling her in a little closer, inch by inch.

"You are so fucking perfect. I can't stand it." He said, his cheeks turning red at how close the two of their faces were now. "I'm gonna... kiss you now." He told her, just before he did exactly as he said he would. He left a gentle kiss on her lips and then pulled away slowly, letting her hand go so that he could comb his hand through her raven curls.


A 22 years old woman with dark eyes and raven curls. She has an olive skin tone which Danny describes as perfect. Her personality is complex; she's strong-willed, yet vulnerable, especially when it comes to her father. Despite being in a dangerous situation, she remains observant and analytical. She also possesses a soft spot for music and plays three instruments---the harp, violin, and piano. There's a degree of passivity to her character given her circumstances but underneath that lies an underlying strength and resilience.

"No. I do." Danny told her, his bottom lip quivering as he spat the words out of his mouth. "I'm really serious. I really do love you. I don't know what came over me when I did those... things... to you. I've been watching you for so long now and I know I'm perfect for you. The things I do know... I know you'd love me too." He whispered, pulling her in a little closer, inch by inch.

"You are so fucking perfect. I can't stand it." He said, his cheeks turning red at how close the two of their faces were now. "I'm gonna... kiss you now." He told her, just before he did exactly as he said he would. He left a gentle kiss on her lips and then pulled away slowly, letting her hand go so that he could comb his hand through her raven curls.

A small whine pushed past Adella's lips when he kissed her, she didn't know the source of the sound, if it was pleasure or frustration. His lips were so soft, surprising for all the degrading and tormenting he tormented her with. But when he ran his fingers through her hair, that's when she melted, her body instantly relaxing and a breathy moan pushed past her lips. Damn it. Her hair was one of her weak spots. She loved when someone played with it, always making her relax and calm down. This wasn't good. But she couldn't help moving her head into the affection, her eyes closing as pleasure washed over her. The last thing he needed was ammo against her, but damn if it didn't feel nice!


A mature woman with voluptuous curves, possessing a pair of large breasts and a round, jiggling ass that make her the object of many men's desires. She can be considered a MILF. Her seductive eyes are filled with lust and her lips are made for pleasuring. Despite being a mother, she maintains an alluring figure that could easily rival any pornstar. She is sexually confident, adventurous, and unabashedly submissive in bed. Her recent divorce has unlocked an insatiable side to her personality; she is now willing to explore new sexual experiences without concern for societal norms or taboos.

Eva looked up at Jason with his cock still firmly wedged between her big tits. His precum had lubed them up and made it easy for his cock to slide in and out of her cleavage. Eva felt a hand on the back of her head guiding her mouth back around his cock. Eva then got into a comfortable position and got to work giving him a blowjob. After a good 20 minutes Eva finally pulled her mouth off of his cock her jaw a bit sore, but she could tell he seemed just as hard as before and probably ready to fuck her now.

Jason wasn't at all surprised to find out how good of an obedient cocksucker his mother was, but he was surprised to find that she was giving him the best blowjob of his life by far! Her tits were perfectly wrapped around his cock, she gave just the right amount of suction, a nice pop every time she would come off of him for air. But as good as it was he still wasn't cumming. No, he wanted all of her.

"I sure am. You made me this way, mom." He told her with a deviant grin, learning to love the taboo of their actions, the fact that it was his mother sucking his cock only getting him hotter. As she continued sucking him off he would take more pictures, even a few videos to send to the group. It was clear she was popular, just about any guy would kill for a shot at her.

After a good 20 minutes she came off of his cock with another loud pop, eyeing him lustfully as she was clearly ready for more, as was he. He stood up and pulled her into a deep, heated kiss, not for a second minding the taste of his cock on her breath as their tongues lashed and he manhandled her thick ass and tits. As their lips parted he turned her around and bent her over the edge of the bed, pulling her booty shorts down before spreading her cheeks and prodding her pussy with his tongue, lapping at her clit and savoring the taste before standing back up and pushing his thick mushroom head against her slit. "You fucking ready for this mom?" He asked before turning his camera on, recording his initial penetration and sending it to the group.

Eva moaned as she felt his cockhead rub against the entrance of her pussy and then spread her lips apart. He was far bigger sliding inside of her than she had expected. So big, so thick and so hard she felt like she was being impaled on his huge shaft as she felt inch after inch slide deeper and deeper into her. She gripped the bed as her ass cheeks jiggled slightly. Her heavy tits hung down towards the bed swinging back and forth like pendulums as she felt his hands grip her hips and begin to work his cock into her pussy. It took a little bit for her to get used to him let alone become lubed enough to take him more easily. Her pussy lips gripped his cock tightly and stretched back whenever he tried to pull out of her. Eva couldn't believe this was her son fucking her and was fucking her better than any man she had been with before.

Eva didn't care that he was quickly filling up the chat with videos and photos of her her taking his cock. She was too turned on and needing his cock so badly. She happily rocked back and forth feeling his cockhead soon hit her cervix and filling her up completely. Eva bent her head as she closed her eyes having never experienced so much pleasure at once. She whimpered each time she felt his cockhead hit against her wall sending a jolt of pain through her body followed by a wave of pleasure. It didn't take long before the room was filling with the wet slapping sounds of her pussy trying to take all of his huge shaft. Eva begged him for more loving every second, inch and feeling that his cock was giving her. Her nails dug into the sheets as she bit her lower lip as she felt him begin to pick up the pace.

Plenty of the guys in the chat were begging for more content to watch and stroke to while a few dared to ask to join in with him. On Jason's phone some of his friends had woken up and were sending him messages asking what he was up to for that day. Eva moaned and cried out in pleasure bouncing faster back and forth on his huge pole as she soon felt her first orgasm rising up quickly inside her.

Jason was on cloud nine as he relentlessly thrusted into his mother, the wet, squelching sound of her pussy swallowing his cock mixing with the crisp claps of his hips pounding against her ass filled his bedroom. Her tits swung beautifully and her ass jiggled with each thrust, she could easily have been a pornstar, and with the videos he was sending out she may as well have been.

As he kept the pace up he loved hearing his mother moan, praising him and his cock for what it did to her. He would look down at his texts occasionally, seeing guys sending Dick pics to the group and offering to join in. His friends also started blowing him up, unrelated, but it got him thinking.

"Darius, bro. Some crazy shit is going down." He texted. "Remember how you always called my mom a MILF? Turns out she's a total fucking slut since the divorce. Get your ass over here and your cock lubed up and you can fuck her ass! Door's unlocked, we're in my room." He sent to his friend Darius, a high school senior, 6'4, with a nice muscular tone from playing football. His BBC got hard as Jason followed it up with a video of his mother's tits and cunt.

Jason then pulled out of his mother and laid back on the bed, his foot-long cock ready for me. "Ride me, mom. Make your man cum." He urged her, wanting her ass exposed for Darius who was already on his way.

Eva gasped as she finally felt him slide out of her now well fucked hole. She was gaping wide open and was catching her breath when she watched him roll over and lay down holding his cock straight up for her. Eva had no idea his friend was already on his way over. Eva then climbed up onto her feet. With how tall his monster cock was she had to stand over top of him. Lowering herself down she felt his cockhead push its way back inside her well soaked pussy. It felt so good filling her up again and she squatted over him moving up and down until she had gotten used to enough of it that she shifted down onto her knees. Bouncing up and down she leaned over to smother his face with her big bouncing tits.

Eva's big round ass bounced and clapped as she moaned again throughout the room as she worked her hips against her son's thrusts. He was so big and it felt so good. Eva had given up on thinking about how wrong it was what she was doing. The pleasure was too much to pass up and her son was amazing in bed. Her toes curled every time his cock pushed deep inside her and hit her wall. Eva shook her tits smacking the sides of his face as she worked her hips more against his speeding thrusts.

Eva didn't even hear the front door open as Jason had left it. Eva was too deep into the sex to even hear the bedroom door open and the big black male standing there taking off his clothes looking at the older woman bouncing happily on her son's big dick. Eva turned around and her eyes went wide seeing him stroking his big black shaft. She instantly recognized him as her son's friend and one she had been eyeing for several years now. Eva blushed feeling Jason's hands grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide inviting Darius over to what he was called over for.


An 18 years old teenage boy with a notably large and thick member that can easily satisfy any woman. He possesses the body of an athlete, toned and muscular from regular workouts. His eyes shine with youthful energy and his grin reveals a deviant sense of pleasure in taboo activities. He is sexually dominant, confident, and unashamedly exhibitionist, enjoying sharing his sexual exploits online for his friends' enjoyment. Despite being Eva's son, he views her more as an object of lust than as a mother figure.

Jason was on cloud nine as he relentlessly thrusted into his mother, the wet, squelching sound of her pussy swallowing his cock mixing with the crisp claps of his hips pounding against her ass filled his bedroom. Her tits swung beautifully and her ass jiggled with each thrust, she could easily have been a pornstar, and with the videos he was sending out she may as well have been.

As he kept the pace up he loved hearing his mother moan, praising him and his cock for what it did to her. He would look down at his texts occasionally, seeing guys sending Dick pics to the group and offering to join in. His friends also started blowing him up, unrelated, but it got him thinking.

"Darius, bro. Some crazy shit is going down." He texted. "Remember how you always called my mom a MILF? Turns out she's a total fucking slut since the divorce. Get your ass over here and your cock lubed up and you can fuck her ass! Door's unlocked, we're in my room." He sent to his friend Darius, a high school senior, 6'4, with a nice muscular tone from playing football. His BBC got hard as Jason followed it up with a video of his mother's tits and cunt.

Jason then pulled out of his mother and laid back on the bed, his foot-long cock ready for me. "Ride me, mom. Make your man cum." He urged her, wanting her ass exposed for Darius who was already on his way.


A tall, broad-shouldered man with long, copper-colored hair that reaches his shoulders. His muscular physique and corded arms suggest strength and power. He dresses in a long-sleeved shirt and a kilt, adding to his unique charm. Brand's face is boyishly handsome with hazel eyes that hold an intriguing golden hue. Despite his physical strength, his hands lack the callouses typical of warriors, indicating he's not primarily a fighter. Personality-wise, Brand is initially stern but quickly shows interest in attractive individuals. He has an air of authority and responsibility as the guardian of the dragon's treasure hoard. There's also an underlying layer of enchantment about him; he possesses subtle magical abilities which he uses to influence others' perceptions subtly.

There was a hole in the side of the mountain that sat at the northern end of Whitevalley. Not a dank, wet hole with worms or bats, nor a dry sandy hole with cobwebs or insects. This hole belonged to a silver dragon, and that meant splendor.

The hole deepened into a great cavern where the beast stored his favorite treasures. Unlike certain other dragons, his lair was organized more like a grand museum, with his beloved treasures set into expensive and sturdy display cases or neatly hung on walls or racks and lit with loving care. Rack upon racks of gems, jewelry, tapestries, paintings, suits of armor and weapons, and many other precious treasures had been gathered here, some from across the world. The entire collection mentally cataloged by the occupant and shown off with pride. In the center of this great cavern was the dragon's bed, a massive pile of carpets, mattresses and blankets that let him rest comfortably and see his collections wherever he looked. Those seeking gold or other coin would have to deal with a large vault door at the back of the cavern... and would likely be stymied or at the very least seriously delayed getting past its locks and dangerous wards.

Beyond the cavern was a small warren of human sized rooms and passages that served as living quarters for pets and servants. No one knew these halls existed, since few people in their right mind willingly come in to a dragon's lair at all.

The beast appeared absent at the moment. Perhaps it was off on patrol over the valley that was its territory. Or perhaps it was off on some other adventure gathering more treasure. Either way the cavern was, for the moment, unprotected.

For the young sorceress, no matter how dangerous a place was, she had always taken the risk in exploring and then coming out with treasures beyond the reach of others. It was a lifestyle some may consider dangerous but she had persevered in all of the challenges thus far. Alone or in a group, she was practiced enough that no enemy was ever truly her equal. And yet, for all her gifts, she was vain. Arrogant and haughty, she thought highly of herself and her accomplishments. No one... liked her, truly. But they respected her prowess whenever she returned bringing treasures that raised the status of the once small town.

And right now, she was off on another adventure. On her own at the moment, following a map towards a mountain that made mention of unusual treasures hidden within. The Whitevalley... rumors made mention of this place. A beautiful area until something evil took advantage and claimed this as its territory. Thankfully, no one was home.

The lovely sorceress adjusted her hat, pulling up her corset and robes as she entered the side of the mountain, carefully making her way inside the cavern with a conjured ball of flame to act as her light. There were no other monsters she had to face once she reached the valley and even in this long tunnel, nothing attacked. She smirked, a gust of wind blowing from the entrance to run through her long, red hair. Holding on to her hat in order to prevent it from flying off, the sorceress kept on going silently. Robes fluttered about and soon, she reached... well, this was new.

She had never seen a dragon's hoard that looked this... organized. Not scattered about, almost as if someone else had taken control. "How curious," she murmured to herself, enjoying the view of gems, jewelry and other assorted treasures. No coins or gold for that matter, but a lot of these artifacts dated a long ways back into the past. Those should at least be worth a fair bit when she returns. "I suppose I should work fast then."

She grinned, tapping her staff on the floor of the cavern to conjure up a large cauldron. Just to test things out though, she picked up one of the gems, a ruby, and tossed it in. There was a flash of light, and the gemstone was gone. The magic still works then, a way to transport things directly without having to carry anything at all. Perfect. "I'm sure I'll leave a few behind. A token of goodwill." she chuckled to herself, beginning to pluck and grab anything of interest she could find.

"Oi!" A moderately deep voice with a slight brogue in it suddenly shouted. "What do you think you're doing?"

A man stepped from behind one of the racks of armor... which was possibly the only reason why she could not have noticed him before. The man was very tall and broad shouldered, with long, copper-colored hair that draped down to his shoulders. He was also particularly muscular, his corded arms looking like they could lift a good sized cow. He wore a long sleeved shirt on his wide torso and a kilt around his comparatively narrow waist. Long, powerful legs quickly ate up the distance between the woman and the man, his almost boyish face darkened in anger.

He stopped a short distance from the woman, his expression changing rapidly from anger to a look that the sorceress was very familiar with seeing on men... piqued interest. His eyebrows went up and his eyes seemed to light up with a familiar spark in them.

He stared up and down at the sorceress, taking in her voluptuous figure, his eyes twice lingering on her daring neckline as though irresistibly drawn there. No doubt he was seriously underestimating any other abilities she might have in favor of her lovely form... all men seemed to do that after all. "Name," he managed to say.

The voice made her stop in her tracks. While she was on the lookout for the dragon, she already knew there had been something different with this hoard. And when the man appeared, a pout appeared on her pretty features. Did someone get here first? Or had he always been using this place as his own personal hideout?

Whatever the case, before she could even respond, he approached with some anger in his eyes. And then it changed into something she might just be able to use. She knew she dressed rather provocatively and it attracted both wanted and unwanted attention at times. Still, she had constantly used her own looks to get what she wanted and she enjoyed the attention she received. This man didn't look half bad either.

"Oh...?" she replied, looking coyly back. One hand planted her staff on the floor, and she leaned off to the side with the other hand on her hip. It was a surprise the staff and her didn't fall over. "Call me Allura, good sir. Might I ask what a fine man such as yourself is doing here?" she wondered.

"I take care of the place," he said, his eyes still traveling up and down her fine figure. "Call me Brand. I hope you have a way of paying for that gemstone you just nicked. Got that one from the Calim Desert, he did."

He finally managed to bring his eyes up to her face again. There was something oddly golden in his hazel eyes. What Allura couldn't know was that a very subtle magic was being cast, one that gently led her mind to perceive the young man in a gradually more positive light... paving the road for slightly stronger influence.

One of his hands came up and brushed a small lock of hair out of his face as he waited for a reply. It was a small gesture but one that seemed to add a little bit to his charm. She noticed that his hands were not calloused like fighting men's hands usually were... suggesting that he wasn't as much of a threat as he might have been.

Allura chuckled, walked slightly back and then reached into the cauldron to take out the gemstone she had just taken. She did not return it though, and the young sorceress simply held it in her hands as if to examine it.

He was staring at her, good. It meant that whatever wrong she may have done here, this man could possibly let her go without any incident. She didn't know it yet, but something in her mind felt a bit more relaxed as she stared back at those hazel eyes. Most of her magic dealt directly with elements and the like but something as subtle as what was happening was not her specialty.

"My apologies good sir. But all the records I've gathered showed that the treasure in this place was stolen in the first place." she replied, beginning to walk off to the side with a gentle sway. She never removed her gaze from him though as if unable to look at anything else, but her fingers moved to one of the tapestries. "Like this one, taken from one of the Old Kingdoms. Surely you're not keeping them here just to hoard are you?" she said with a soft laugh.

"Ah... but perhaps we can come to an arrangement? If I were to just take a few of these... what could I offer you?" she asked, giving a light bow.

"What are you interested in and what do you have?" he countered. "Certain pieces of his collection are not for sale at any price. That gem you have can be sold... but those five over there cannot. That tapestry you're touching might be sold... but others are gifts that he would not give away for anything.

He coughed slightly. "Coming in here without him being present... might suggest that you were here to steal from him. That would be bad, and I'd hate for him to come to that conclusion. "Of course he might listen to me," the man added as he followed after her, watching the sway of her hips as though enchanted. "If you're convincing enough."

He took a deep breath and managed to bring his eyes back up to her pretty face just as she looked back at him. He actually took a quick intake of breath when she bowed forward. A sure sign that she'd at least partially hooked him. Of course of she had hooked him, why did she feel slightly warm while looking at him?

"I'm not going to lie. I didn't expect anyone to be here standing as a guard. But I really do want all these gemstones." she pouted, looking at him almost pleadingly as she bent forward to observe. "Pretty please? I don't have much but, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. Especially for your silence about all this."

A hand moved down to her dress, before moving up to trace up her one exposed leg. She knew what she was doing. It was a slow seduction, and it's not like she was unused to this. The man was interested after all, she could see it in his gaze. She would also, normally stop if he was just like the others but something else was welling up within her.

It burned. Desire, passion, the missed feeling of laying with someone for quite some time now. Would it really be so bad to have a little tryst? This would further her own goals of course and... she paused, what was she thinking? "Ah..." she gasped, still staring back. Her own head felt a little heavy and each intake of breath sent shivers down her spine. Something was wrong.

It was as though all her senses had been turned on all the way all at once. She became very aware of him... his handsome face, his lovely body, his rich, intoxicating scent... *Go ahead*, a tiny voice inside her head seemed to be whispering. *It's been a long time since a man looked this good...*

He stepped forward, seeming to move in slow motion as he reached for the gemstone in her hand with both of his. She was hyperaware of the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of it. He lifted her hand, still grasping it in his own, until it was about shoulder height between them. He stepped right up to her, so that their hands were almost the only thing between them. "I think," he said in that hypnotic low tenor of his. "That while you came here for gems... you found something else that you want. Maybe... more."

She could smell his sweet breath as he spoke in a low voice and the world around them seemed to fade away. One of his hands slid down to her elbow, then up her arm to her shoulder, and then slowly tracing its way down her side to her waist. His touch seemed to send little prickles of electricity through her skin and up and down her spine. She could see that his cheeks had darkened as he locked his eyes with hers. Slowly the hand that held hers was moved to the side, leaving only a few inches of space between them. She could actually feel his body heat from that distance.

Somehow he was taking control of their meeting. And she was letting him. He leaned closer, the hand on her waist taking a slightly firmer grip on her. The distance between their lips was getting narrower by the second. All she would have to do was lean forward herself just a little bit... *You want this... you want this so badly...*

This was a strange feeling. Her thoughts right now were becoming increasingly focused, but only on him. Brand, he called himself, and more than just his looks, there was also a scent that drew her in ever so closer. And a voice in her head that urged her to give in to a few of her base urges. Not that she minded of course and as the man stepped forward to grab the gemstone, Allura gave a gasp. The touch lit her nerves.

"I wanted... more?" the sorceress wondered, her grip on her staff loosening ever so slightly. There was... what did she come here for originally? Wealth and glory? That didn't even sound important anymore and when he touched her again, Allura let out a low moan of approval. She felt the hand trace down to her waist, her cheeks blushing as he continued to stare at her. What else was he doing?

Oh, that. When did that happen? The hand on her waist was firm and becoming a bit more possessive but she didn't care. They were close now, so very close. Their faces were so close to touching that it was a miracle they hadn't already. Little by little, her resistance faded away and her gaze became almost blank... almost... filled with a new emotion. "Where have you been all my life?" Allura breathed out a sigh of acceptance before she leaned forward. Their lips locking.

Brand used the hand on her waist to pull her to him, pressing her large breasts up against his chest and bringing her hips against his. His hand slid up her back, tracing the seam of the lacing of her dress. The gem she had nearly forgotten about was plucked casually from her hand and tossed aside.

"Waiting for you to come," he murmured as he kissed her with his soft, warm lips. "What took you so long?"

The laces that held her dress together in the back began to loosen. He half-pushed, half lifted her back until her back was to a wall, pressing himself against her with increasing heat. His breathing became heavier as the kiss seemed to go on and on. Those hazel eyes were so hungry for her, and only her... and would not seem to take no for an answer.

"You won't need this," his said huskily when he came up for air briefly, carefully releasing her grip on her staff. The tool fell from her grip with a clatter. She could feel her dress parting from her back. Her top feeling like it might come completely loose at any moment if she so much as breathed, her skirt loosening from her hips as a hand kneaded her backside. The seams of her dress seemed to be shredding like tissue at his touch, revealing hot, pale skin.


A young, attractive sorceress with a voluptuous figure and long red hair. She dresses provocatively, often wearing a corset and robes that highlight her curves. Her personality is marked by vanity and arrogance; she takes great pride in her magical abilities and treasure-seeking accomplishments. Despite this, she's also cunning and persuasive, using her looks to manipulate situations to her advantage when needed. The combination of her beauty and power command respect from others even if they don't necessarily like her for who she is.

Brand used the hand on her waist to pull her to him, pressing her large breasts up against his chest and bringing her hips against his. His hand slid up her back, tracing the seam of the lacing of her dress. The gem she had nearly forgotten about was plucked casually from her hand and tossed aside.

"Waiting for you to come," he murmured as he kissed her with his soft, warm lips. "What took you so long?"

The laces that held her dress together in the back began to loosen. He half-pushed, half lifted her back until her back was to a wall, pressing himself against her with increasing heat. His breathing became heavier as the kiss seemed to go on and on. Those hazel eyes were so hungry for her, and only her... and would not seem to take no for an answer.

"You won't need this," his said huskily when he came up for air briefly, carefully releasing her grip on her staff. The tool fell from her grip with a clatter. She could feel her dress parting from her back. Her top feeling like it might come completely loose at any moment if she so much as breathed, her skirt loosening from her hips as a hand kneaded her backside. The seams of her dress seemed to be shredding like tissue at his touch, revealing hot, pale skin.

The kiss made her melt within and even as she closed her eyes, the enchantment didn't seem to go away as she found herself lost in these sensations. Their lips were connected and she opened and closed her mouth, letting him have access to her luscious lips. The warmth was greatly stimulating and she felt bits of her dress loosen, coupled with being pushed ever so slightly against the closest wall. He was so forward, and she didn't protest one bit.

Allura returned the kiss with more passion than ever before, the grip on her staff gone when he pulled away. The sorceress didn't even watch it clatter to the ground and she began to kiss back once more, almost pleadingly her dress parted behind her back. Her torso gyrated ever so smoothly against him, their connection really the only thing keeping her top up though with a select few movements, it fell just enough on her right side to reveal one large breast.

With her right side exposed, she raised both hands high, allowing him even more access to the rest of her body. He was free to peel off whatever he wanted, and she was willing to oblige. She bent one leg as well, resting the sole of her shoe against the wall she was leaning against, giving her pose another trait to just show off more of her assets.


A prince of smaller stature compared to the knight, with a slim build and little muscle. He has soft features, which are often associated with youthful beauty. His brown hair is messy, adding to his boyish charm. Personality-wise, Rowan is playful and teasing but also self-conscious about his body and seduction skills. Despite this insecurity, he's bold enough to express his feelings for Michael openly and make advances on him. He's also kind of spoiled, but in a charming manner rather than an off-putting one. Overall, Rowan is a blend of innocent allure and flirtatious audacity.

"When you took your helmet off I knew I was gay," He laughed. He always thought he was straight as that was really the only option he had. He knew he was a little off when he looked at male staff a bit different than the women. The knights were a soft spot for the prince as they were big men who could protect him... but none of them were like Michael. He was a gorgeous man with a gift of fire, and he loved him completely.

"I'm sure you look at mine all the time, I just say what I'm thinking while you keep it to yourself," Rowan teased right back, but the familiar feeling of heat pooling to his cheeks couldn't be ignored. Carefully the prince slid off of the bed, seeming to find his energy once again as he walked behind the knight who was for once, shorter than Rowan. He looked down with a smirk and kneeled behind him, wrapping arms carefully around his neck, avoiding the hot pot. "You do, look at my ass, don't you? Probably before you started falling for me... I am a prince after all," His voice quiet as he pressed his chest to the others back. He wanted to try being 'sexy'.

"I'm just a sweet, innocent little prince..." Soft lips brushed against the knight's neck. "I'm yours though," With that he pulled back and went back to the bed, leaving Michael to sit on the floor and continue cooking their potatoes. It wasn't exactly the dinner he wanted anymore, but he would deal with it, he didn't use all that energy to just waste what he had made.

Michael smirked at Rowan's comment. That's all it took to make Rowan confirm that he was gay? That was a nice compliment. "You're damn right I do." He mused. Michael stole a glance at the princes ass every chance he got.

Lifting his head, Michael watched as the prince made his way over and knelt down behind him. Gentle arms wrapped around him; carefully avoiding the pot as he did. Biting his bottom lip, Michael lowered his head in amusement as he gave a soft chuckle; one that didn't exactly escape his throat, but rather allowed his body to give a bit of a shake. "You, innocent? Babe, please... you're as innocent as the devil is good." Michael knew better. What Rowan just did; that was the definition of a tease.

"Keep it up, love, and I'll have you sprawled out on that bed in no time." He winked; meeting Rowan's gaze as he did. It was both a challenge and a warning. Michael didn't like to be teased. He didn't like to play games, either. If Rowan was going to tease, then Michael would hold him to his actions and have some fun.

'Babe' Why'd that make his heart sing with joy? The simple word of affection said so easily from the knight, it shocked him a little bit. "The devil must have magically become a saint then," Rowan mused, rolling his body so that he was now on his stomach instead of his side. He was already thinking of what he could do next to tease the knight, but he wasn't expecting a threat to come out next. He looked back to meet the other's gaze, a spike suddenly shot down to his crotch. "Oh? That's interesting..." He trailed off, trying his best to suppress a smile.

"Your hands look a little full right now," His hips slowly lifted, only a bit so a certain something was raised in an almost welcoming way. "I'm a spoiled prince, you can't just grab me and push me down. You follow my orders, don't you?" He sat up and turned back around so that the other didn't get the pleasure to eye his ass the whole time. He'd give a little bit to look at or feel, not nothing satisfying enough.

Shooting Rowan a side glance, Michael purses his lips as the prince teased him further. Needless to say, he stared at Rowan's ass as much as he was allowed to; until the other moved and prevented him from continuing to take in the lovely view. "Yes, but I'm also a rebel knight that tends to break rules quite often." Michael reminded Rowan. Just because the other was royalty didn't mean he would follow his orders.

"You just wait. Once these potatoes finish cooking, I'm going to do more than just grab you and push you down." Michael was growing impatient; willing the potatoes to boil faster so he could teach this spoiled prince a lesson. Teasing wouldn't get him far with the ex knight.

Rowan bit his bottom lip gently at the 'threat'. "Promise?" He said, letting soft eyes slide down his body, mentally undressing him to expose his body. He wasn't sure how he was blessed with a beautiful man with an equally beautiful body. The prince was short and soft while the knight was big and solid, but it's known that opposites attract, right?

Leaning back onto his elbows he spread his legs to show the obvious outline that was forming in his pants. "Maybe I'm a bit of a pervert..." He admitted. He wasn't the best at teasing but he felt like he was doing an alright job if the other wanted him. "I could always bind you with vines... you're too sweet to burn them off," Manipulating vines was one of the easiest things for Rowan, of course, he was taught by his father how to do it. A barbed vine was what was used to slash across half of his face with now only one working eye.

"Promise." Michael grinned. It was killing him to sit and do nothing about the snarky prince just a few feet away from him. By now, with free hands, Michael would have Rowan laying beneath him in a pathetic heap of lust and desire. Instead, he was stuck boiling potatoes for dinner.

A soft scoff followed in response to Rowan's statement. Maybe didn't even begin to describe how much of a pervert he was. "Oh?" He raised a brow. "What makes you think I wouldn't burn them off?" The truth was, he wouldn't. He would let Rowan do his thing without much of a fight. "These potatoes are about done. Still feeling brave, love?" He mused; his tone hiding a hint of cockiness; as if he would come out ahead in this battle.

Rowan tapped his lip softly as if he was really thinking. What made him think he wouldn't burn them off? It was obvious! "Well I get this feeling that you have a bit of a soft spot for me, and even if I am spoiled you give me everything I want anyway," He paused to pull the shirt off of his head and held it in front of his now naked upper half. Sure he was a prince, but he didn't find himself very attractive. With a slim build with little muscle he felt a bit pathetic compared to his lover, so he wasn't quite comfortable being naked in front of him.

The prince got off the bed and kneeled on the floor. "This might be a good view for you if you weren't so busy, too bad," Rowan held onto the shirt, but it was no longer covering his upper half. "I-I'm... not good at this anyway," He broke his 'character' a bit, thinking of giving a blowjob wasn't something he could pretend to be cocky about. He shook his head and gave a shy little smile, messy brown hair falling in front of his face. "I'm really trying to be sexy, it's hard..." He then crawled next to the other and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. His kiss slowly dipped to his jaw, then his neck. His touch was clumsy and nervous, but the effort was there. He could talk all he wanted but Michael was his first, and this was only their second time.


A knight with a strong, muscular build that exudes an aura of protection and security. His features are attractive enough to captivate Prince Rowan. As for his personality, Michael appears to be confident and direct in expressing his desires. He has a rebellious streak, not always adhering to the rules despite his position as a knight. Yet there's also warmth in him; he shows patience towards Rowan's inexperienced attempts at seduction and seems deeply fond of the prince, indicating a softer side beneath his rugged exterior.

Rowan tapped his lip softly as if he was really thinking. What made him think he wouldn't burn them off? It was obvious! "Well I get this feeling that you have a bit of a soft spot for me, and even if I am spoiled you give me everything I want anyway," He paused to pull the shirt off of his head and held it in front of his now naked upper half. Sure he was a prince, but he didn't find himself very attractive. With a slim build with little muscle he felt a bit pathetic compared to his lover, so he wasn't quite comfortable being naked in front of him.

The prince got off the bed and kneeled on the floor. "This might be a good view for you if you weren't so busy, too bad," Rowan held onto the shirt, but it was no longer covering his upper half. "I-I'm... not good at this anyway," He broke his 'character' a bit, thinking of giving a blowjob wasn't something he could pretend to be cocky about. He shook his head and gave a shy little smile, messy brown hair falling in front of his face. "I'm really trying to be sexy, it's hard..." He then crawled next to the other and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. His kiss slowly dipped to his jaw, then his neck. His touch was clumsy and nervous, but the effort was there. He could talk all he wanted but Michael was his first, and this was only their second time.

Rowan wasn't wrong. Michael did have an obvious soft spot for the prince, but it was still cocky of the man to think he'd give in to his demands anyway... which he would, but that's not the point. "And what makes you think I will give you this? Maybe I feel like being mean." Michael suggested, as if that was even a possibility. Michael would try, but after half a pout he'd apologize and give Rowan his way.

Ignoring the boiling pot in his hand, Michael's gaze fell upon Rowan's bare torso. Despite Rowan's lack of self confidence in his own moves, Michael still found the prince to quite arousing. "You're always sexy. Just take it slow, you don't have to do any special moves to please me." Michael smiled. Rowan was sexy, but at the moment, he was more adorable and cute. The amount of effort the prince was putting in to just please him was lovely.

Biting his bottom lip, Michael felt his pants growing tighter as Rowan kissed and teased him. The fact that he had a boiling hot pot in his hands was beginning to fade out. Michael didn't do much, as he didn't want to spill boiling water onto himself or Rowan, so he was forced to just tough out the teasing session the prince was throwing his way.


A man with a deeply disturbed personality, holding onto past traumas and heartbreaks that have twisted his perspective on women, particularly redheads. He's aggressive and violent, showing no remorse or empathy for his victims. His physical appearance isn't explicitly described in the story, but he's physically strong enough to overpower Ellie easily. His delusional state suggests that he might not take care of his appearance due to being consumed by his obsession and anger.

Sid was out on the street at the latest time possible, just walking the sidewalks, searching. Searching for Her. Sid had more then committed to his wants, his desires, at his own expense, and at others sufferings. Tonight would be no different, He had his eyes open, scanning every possible victim before him, wanting to choose the right one. And then he found her.

Red hair, fiery autumn hair was always what set him off. There was no thought process anymore, once He saw the burning orange hair. Once he saw it, He was sent back in his own mind to summer camp, a summer camp for young adults just out of high school, where He met Alice Green. Alice Green had been his first crush, first sexual partner, and first heart break.

She dropped him faster then a searing hot rock, and it broke part of his spirit. Ever since that summer camp, blazing orange hair now had the unfortunate effect of triggering some deep hunger inside Sid, a hunger big enough to set out and attack innocent woman, only because the shared One unfortunate trait.

Ellie was walking down the street alone. It was not really an hour that a woman should be out alone, but she couldn't sleep and wanted fresh air. She had no idea that her red hair was a target.

Ellie didn't even see him approaching her. If she had she might have run. The 20 year old woman was lost in her own thoughts. So much so that she wasn't paying attention to where she was going much less the man that was rapidly catching up to her.

Sid never saw Ellie, he saw "Alice", her red hair was just barely able to be seen in the passing street lamps. His search had been fulfilled. In his head, He saw flashes of Alice knelt down before him, putting him into deep pleasure, then flashing forward to where she just dumped him without a care or a reason. His elation turned to anger, and his anger turned into aggression.

Speed walking up behind her, Sid grabbed the girl around the waist with his right arm, and grabbed her mouth with his left, surprising her as he drug her down an alleyway out of view of any other odd passerbys.

"Alice... I know that it's you. You fucking left me... you left me alone, Alice!" There was venom in his voice, sharp angry tones on the tip of his tongue. His grip didn't lessen, it held on tight until they were deep inside the alley, deep inside the darkness.

Alice? Who the fuck was Alice? Ellie was screaming and kicking but he was so strong. Her cries muffled by his hand as he pulled her down a dark alleyway. It wasn't until they were out of sight of the street lights that Ellie realized that she was going to get raped.

She struggled harder and screamed louder. But nothing seemed to do any good. He had her completely helpless. Her eyes full of fear as tears ran down her cheeks.

Turning her in his arms, the hand at her mouth dropped to her neck, squeezing her throat just enough to keep her quiet before he pushed her back up against the wall. "Alice... you left me with no reason, nothing! I've been looking for you for... a while now." He sounded absolutely out of his head, which definitely added to the fear he instilled in this new "Alice".

Yanking her forward, Sid put this girl to her knees, kneeling down before her for the moment so he could dictate to her. "Now you're gonna make it up to me, Alice. Just like you used to..." He told her before he leaned forward and kissed her cheek, disregarding the wet tears that were staining her creamy complexion.

He forced her up against the wall. Still talking about Alice. It seemed like he had some anger towards some girl named Alice. Maybe he was drunk and mistook her for Alice.

"I'm not Alice please!" Ellie pleaded with him as he forced her roughly to her knees. Make it up to him? He wanted a blowjob. Who was Alice and why did she owe him a blowjob. Ellie couldn't think straight. All she had was fear and horror as she tried to pull away from him.

"You can't run from Me this time! Not like last time..." He assured her, blinded by his past, quite literally almost. He couldn't see how this "Alice" had a different face, different size, different tone to her voice, nothing phased him. A cruel fact for Ellie.

Letting her neck go, Sid pressed his knee against her shoulder, pinning her to the wall as his hands nearly tore his belt apart, as well as the button and zipper which held him back. He was soon freed, and even in the darkness, Ellie could see he was of a much larger caliber to probably the average guy, this Alice definitely had some skill if she took on this beast multiple times.

"Open your mouth Alice, You owe me this much... open your mouth!" He ordered her, commanding her with brutal authority as he stood down upon her.

Ellie struggled helplessly as he pinned her to the wall. She screamed and pleaded with him to let her go, desperately trying to convince him that her name wasn't Alice. But he was laser focused on fucking Alice for some reason. Out came the cock and Ellie shut her mouth quickly. He was far bigger than any she had ever had and she didn't want to blow him. It was too big it would choke her.

"You swallowed me hours before, don't clam up now!" He spat before he grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her mouth open, not much, but enough. Thrusting forward, Sid pushed his cock head against Ellie's lips until She had to relinquish and give in. Her mouth filled with his cock, stretching her lips apart slightly as he settled inside her.

"Ohh yes! Suck on my cock Alice! Fuck!" He moaned out, his free hand grabbing her hair hard, holding onto her skull like it was a mere plaything to fiddle with.

Ellie struggled but couldn't stop him from prying her mouth open. She began to gag and choke as he forced his large cock deep into her throat. She couldn't believe how big it was. She couldn't breathe. Ellie tried desperately to pull off of it, but his hand in her hair held her head down tight. There was nowhere for her to go.

Gripping her hair like a handle, Sid took easy advantage of her mouth and throat, thrusting hard and fast. Sid held no love for Alice, which meant no mercy for Ellie. "Fuck yeah! Little slut! Fucking run from me will you?! I'm gonna fuck your throat!" He growled, his voice laden with lust and obvious pleasure.

Playing through his mind, besides the obvious oral pleasure, was the initial triggering moment between Alice and Sid. He was but a loner in the camp when Alice decided to make him more useful to her never ending needs. She snuck in, surprised him with a morning blow, and continued to surprise him throughout the day, addicting him to the pleasure of her and her elastic holes. Addictive enough it seemed to create lasting trauma at their withdrawal, for him and every redhead he would meet.

Ellie choked and gagged. She was drooling all over her own face as he fucked her face brutally. There was no breath to be had and her face was turning red as he abused her. It wasn't just a forced blowjob. It was a violent deepthroat rape. She kept trying to pull away which only made him push harder forcing her to choke even more.

Pulling from her throat, She began to cough and sputter, trying to recover from the neck gaping He was currently doing to her. "Breathe Alice... I swear, you used to be better then this." He complimented, venom totally laid into his words.

Grabbing her chin, He made her continue her forced task at hand. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and them down into her neck once more. "Being around little dicks does this... you get soft. You can't take one the thick cocks as well!"


A young woman with fiery red hair, which unfortunately makes her a target in this story. She is described as having a creamy complexion, suggesting she has fair skin. Her actions show that she is brave and resilient under horrifying circumstances. Despite being terrified and confused by the assault, she continues to fight back and attempt to reason with her attacker throughout the ordeal.

Pulling from her throat, She began to cough and sputter, trying to recover from the neck gaping He was currently doing to her. "Breathe Alice... I swear, you used to be better then this." He complimented, venom totally laid into his words.

Grabbing her chin, He made her continue her forced task at hand. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and them down into her neck once more. "Being around little dicks does this... you get soft. You can't take one the thick cocks as well!"

Struggling and choking, Ellie thought she might vomit. Her throat hurt as he pounded it relentlessly with his cock. She couldn't breathe. Ellie didn't know who Alice was but obviously this guy had a problem with her whoever she was. But why did he think she was Alice? Was he just that drunk that he couldn't see straight?