A man familiar with the harsh realities of life in the Wild West. He is resourceful and experienced, knowing how to trade goods, handle horses, and cook meals over a campfire. His personality shows a sarcastic sense of humor and can be secretive about certain aspects of his work, such as the hidden weapons in his wagon.

"Well suit yourself missy, but you may find that to be easier said than done," Crowe looked back as he headed outside via the swinging doors. He and Grafton talked and haggled over items that he needed, especially some lamp oil, flour, and some beans that he had on the wagon. Grafton traded him some slab bacon from the smoke house, as well as fed and watered his horses. Grafton came back into the building via the swinging doors with the flour, beans, and lamp oil. He set them on the counter.

"I think Crowe is getting ready to shove off, have a safe trip, and hope you find what you're looking for in Blackwater." Crowe stuck his head inside via the swinging doors and looked at Tully, "Wagon for Blackwater leaving, all aboard," he smiled and then walked off the porch and got on the wagon seat as he waited.

There was something in Crowe's eyes when he realized that Tully didn't have nor knew how to use a weapon. However, the young girl was not able to determine whether it was concern or something else. But she did not really care, since she felt no threat from the—in her eyes—underdeveloped people of this time period.

When Grafton returned, Tully thanked him for all his help and kissed him on the cheek and said her good bye. Soon she was sitting next to Crowe on the wagon and they started to ride into the setting sun. "So where do you plan to stop on out way to Blackwater, Mr. Crowe?" She smiled at him and quickly added. "Just tell me if I can help you somehow with your work. I don't want to be a burden, so don't hesitate to tell me."

Crowe had the team of horses moving at their normal pace along the wagon road that led from Grafton's trading post. Eventually, the trading post was just a speck on the horizon and then disappeared all together as the trip went along. Crowe looked over at Tully, "Oh we'll camp once we get to Detwiler's Spring, gotta give these guys a bit of a rest." He looked on the horizon and saw smoke signals rising from the mountains in the distance. "Looks like our customers know we are coming," as he flexed the reins and kept the horses moving.

Detwiler's Springs was just an old abandoned shack that had a water hole fed by a spring. The roof had a couple of holes in it, and was pretty much ready to fall down. There were a few trees near the old shack, able to grow from the water in the ground. Crowe got the wagon stopped and hopped off the wagon seat, "I'm gonna fetch these horses some water, you can look around in the wagon if you want, see what I peddle." He took a wooden bucket off a hook on the side of the wagon and walk towards the water hole.

Detwiler's Spring did look abandoned and not very inviting to Tully. The shacked looked like it was going to collapse soon and the land around it was littered with junk which had been left behind by earlier visitors or inhabitants. The whole area looked like it had seen better days. The only thing that was missing in Tully's eyes—to match the movie based setting—were some gravestones and vultures waiting for them to die.

The young woman looked at Crowe and raised her eyebrows sarcastically. "This looks like a joyful place. Do you usually stay at locations like this?"

Tully climbed of the wagon and looked around. The smoke signals had stopped and the sky was slowly turning dark. As instructed she walked to the back of the carriage and started to look through Crowe's goods. There were various boxes tea, coffee, sugar, and other things like rope and tools. Then there were numerous crates with whiskey bottles, but Tully was not sure whether they were for sale or Crowe's private stack. Other bottles contained lamp oil, gun cleaning oil, and even some paint.

When the dark haired girl was nearly done with her inspection, she noticed that there was a hidden compartment under some of the boxes. She moved them aside and opened the hatch. Several pistols and guns, as well as ammunition, where stored neatly in the hiding place. Carefully, Tully moved her hand over the weapons, but when she heard Crowe coming back, she quickly closed the hatch again and rearranged everything again.

Crowe smiled sarcastically, "You stay where there's water, worse places than this out in these parts." He carried the bucket towards the water hole, turned back for a second and saw Tully at the back of the medicine wagon. His eyes caught sight of her shirt riding high up her back as she stepped up to go inside the wagon. The back door was open and then he turned and made his way to the water hole to get water for the horses. The medicine wagon was his home on wheels as well as how he hauled his goods about to trade, either legitimately or illegitimately.

He came back from the water hole, and unhitched the horses. The corral was still in good shape, so he put the horses in the corral, and made sure there was water in the trough for them to drink. The horses started to graze on the grass that had grown in the corral over the years of abandonment, due to the water in the ground. He walked back towards the wagon to put the bucket back on the hook outside the wagon, then checked the outside water barrel, "YOU FIND ANYTHING IN THERE YOU LIKED," then started to gather wood that laid about to start a fire, and put on a pot of coffee.

Tully looked up to Crowe and then climbed out of the wagon. Her shirt was riding up her back again and her smooth lightly tanned skin became visible again. Once back on the ground the young woman quickly pulled the shirt back into position and smiled at her companion. "Well, there isn't much in there beside some food, tools, rope, and booze. Is all that whiskey for you or are you selling it as well?"

Crowe smiled slightly, "That is selling whiskey, plus, oh, I sample it again and then to make sure of its taste," he then pulled out his own flask of whiskey from his inside left jacket pocket. He took a sip then put it away, as he knew Tully did not like whiskey as he did. He had already gotten a pot of coffee going on the fire, and its smell started to fill their campsite. He crouched over the fire as he fried up some slab bacon he had cut from a slab he kept in a compartment, along with his own beans, flour and other supplies.

He tossed Tully one of his homemade biscuits, "This will hold you over, till supper is ready," as he finished up the bacon and stirred the beans that were simmering in a small pot. He glanced about, "Hmmm see the smoke has stopped, guess our customers know we are here." He then took two tin plates, divided the bacon and beans on them, and poured them each some coffee in tin cups. "Eat up," he pointed to her plate, cup, and utensils, as he sat down against the front wagon wheel and started to eat his meal.


A young woman with dark hair and lightly tanned skin. She appears thinner than most women of her time, due to her healthier lifestyle. Her personality is curious and adaptable as she tries to understand the people and customs of this time period, while not being afraid to ask questions or explore her surroundings.

Crowe smiled slightly, "That is selling whiskey, plus, oh, I sample it again and then to make sure of its taste," he then pulled out his own flask of whiskey from his inside left jacket pocket. He took a sip then put it away, as he knew Tully did not like whiskey as he did. He had already gotten a pot of coffee going on the fire, and its smell started to fill their campsite. He crouched over the fire as he fried up some slab bacon he had cut from a slab he kept in a compartment, along with his own beans, flour and other supplies.

He tossed Tully one of his homemade biscuits, "This will hold you over, till supper is ready," as he finished up the bacon and stirred the beans that were simmering in a small pot. He glanced about, "Hmmm see the smoke has stopped, guess our customers know we are here." He then took two tin plates, divided the bacon and beans on them, and poured them each some coffee in tin cups. "Eat up," he pointed to her plate, cup, and utensils, as he sat down against the front wagon wheel and started to eat his meal.

The sad atmosphere of Detwiler's Spring made Tully realize that there was not much to do out here beside drinking and trying to get through the night alive. Slowly she started to understand why so many man in the wild west had been addicted to whiskey and other alcoholic drinks. There was no certainty that you would life for the next day and so you just had to live the current one to the fullest.

Tully took a cup and drank some of the water that Crowe had just fetched. The supper that he cooked over the fire smelled pretty well, but like the stew she had gotten at Grafton's place the food had far more calories and fat than she was used to. In her time, everyone was following a very strict and healthy diet, but usually the food did not smell as well as what Crowe was creating. However, this made her look thinner than most of the woman in the west, although she probably was healthier than most of them.

The young woman took the plate and they eat quietly until Tully spoke up. "Why are your customers not inviting us into their home? And what do you plan on selling them? And who are your customers anyway?"


A 12-year-old boy with an uncanny maturity beyond his years. He has a playful and adventurous personality, often displaying a wickedly playful gleam in his eyes that indicates he's up to mischief. He is also shown to be quite assertive and confident, taking charge in situations that would usually be uncomfortable for someone of his age.

Eric sat, eagerly waiting for his sister to get home from school. It had been an eventful day; he needed to tell her more about Max, and plan things out there; get her take on what happened with Liz; and, of course, he wanted to see the effect his little game had had on her. If he was lucky, she might have been so turned on he might have even wanted a quickie before mom got home. In truth, the glimpse of her ass he'd had was still drifting into his idle thoughts. As it happened, it was just that image fluttering through his head as he went down stairs to get a drink and heard his sister's steps as she came to the front door. Spurred on by impulse, he quickly hid behind the door and waited for Jessi to come in, planning to surprise her when she came in.

It had been a very stressful day after the encounter with Liz. Jessi was usually not one to think much about others, not too much, that is, and preferred to take life simple and easy. But with that small and smart girl suddenly there, and she actually liked her, that could be out of the window for good, especially as Eric really adored that girl. Jessi had no choice; she had to deal with her whether she liked it or not. And she did like it actually; that wasn't the problem. Urgh, Eric, you make so much trouble.

Also, the way back home had been a bit strange, with her underwear missing, and her nipples constantly rubbed by the fabric of her blouse, as well as some hungry gazes on her. She did notice these, thank you very much. And fuck, it was cold, damn cold, it was January after all, and she was half naked. The moment she came home, she slipped off her backpack and practically threw it to the side, pulling off her jacket while closing the door behind her with her foot. "Hey guys, I'm home!"

Eric stepped out from his hiding spot behind the door and folded his arms around his sister's waist, his warmth instantly soothing the deep chill of winter everywhere their bodies touched. "Surprise!" he said with a grin, "Wow, you're frozen solid! You want me to warm you up while I tell you about Max the guy I found?" One had slid up then, cupping a breast, the heat of his palm radiating into the icy pebble of Jessi's nipple, "or would you rather tell me about how turned on you got from having everyone staring at you all day?" He finished, pressing his hips up against her ass. Jessi couldn't miss the erection he was sporting, and with her lack of panties and short skirt, she knew she could have that awesome cock of his sliding into her in a matter of moments. All she had to do was bend over ever so slightly.

Truth be told, Jessi was a bit surprised by this; she hadn't thought he would welcome her at the door. Perhaps in the kitchen or hallway or in her room, but right at the door was a bit much. Not that she was complaining, she did actually like the idea. And truth be told, he was right. She was fucking horny from being stared at all day and the knowledge that she had been wearing nothing underneath, the knowledge that she was a dirty cheeky slut she was. She leaned into his hug and pushed back against him, already slightly rubbing against him. "Fuck you, asshole," she whispered to him, and her tone betrayed that she didn't mean it, she had even looked forward to this. "I'm so fucking wet I could fill a bathtub right now... Just plow my snatch loverboy, come on, do it, fuck your horny slutty sister."

She was his to control; he could do with her what he liked now, unusual for the pair. Usually, she was much more controlling, but this time, she left it up to him.

"Is that so?" Eric replied, his other hand moving lower, slipping under Jessi's skirt. Indeed it was so, for Jessi's legs were slick with her moisture all the way to mid thigh. He'd planned to use his fingers to get her worked up, but clearly that wasn't needed. "Well, I guess we're going to have to do something about that," he said, talking his hands away just long enough to open his jeans and flip up his sister's skirt. Once done, both of his hands went to Jessi's breasts, as he began roughly pinching and pulling on the stiff nipples through the thin blouse. As Jessi's back arched ever so sightly, the tip of Eric's length slid into the soaking wet opening, and her lubricating fluids began to trickle down his shaft.

A gasp escaped Jessi's lips as she felt her brother's deft and nimble hands molest her teenage body and perky tits; she bit her lower lip to not moan loudly in joy and elation. Finally, she really needed that, she was so fucking... And then he already slipped inside, making her groan in pleasure and delight at the desperate desire for dicking. "Hmmm, yes, fuck... ohhhmmm, so good... I'm such a slut, haaa... allowing my brother to fuck me just at the front door... haaa..."

Her hands reached back, trying to hold onto something as she was standing in the middle of the room, Eric behind her, and she had little room to maneuver if any, thus she simply tried to somehow hold onto her incestuous lover while her body already began to move on top of him, circling her hips for him.

As Jessi swiveled her hips, it caused Eric to slide in and out of her, but only an inch or so, just enough to tease her soaking slit. He began kissing the back of her neck, as he gently turned them to face the door, never slipping out of it. "Hey, what's this?" he asked suddenly, "Lip stick?!, and how did you get a little smudge of lipstick on your neck, just behind your ear, my loving sister? Have you been cheating on me?" he continued in a playful, teasing voice. "Well? I'm waiting..."

Moving with Eric and keeping up the circling of her hips, Jessi moaned lowly as she felt her brother's lips on her neck, shivering in joy. Her insides were hot, wet, and tight, tighter than usual as she stood, and her legs were not spread, making the friction of her brother's dick sliding in and out of her hungry hole only the more enjoyable for her. "Not cheating," she gasped with baited breath, now putting a hand forward to lean against the front door, beginning to rock her body against Eric, moaning with each trip of his young dick into her. "Just... haa... having some fun... hmmm... with Valentina... haaa..."

"And what did the two of you do this time? Because clearly, it was more than just a little kissing this time." came Eric's voice, as he finally started to take full, slow strokes in time with Jessi's rocking hips, his length sliding in and out as he continued to pinch and roll her nipples between his fingertips. He leaned more firmly into Jessi then, pushing her over slightly and forcing her to stick her ass further out, allowing him better access and the ability to slide into his sister more deeply. "Come on, tell me exactly how big of a slut you've been today."

Rocking her body in tandem with Eric, Jessi practically melted under his assault. She had been horny the whole fucking day, and the short episode with Valentina had only heightened her arousal, not diminished it. Fuck, she really needed it. "Hmmm, I'm a dirty horny bitch, a dirty slut... yes, fuck me bro..." One hand on the door and the other holding onto Eric's shirt, she moved with him, her snatch wet and hot and clamping down on his juvenile dick, engulfing it with wet, slurping sounds every time he thrust into her. "I... god, I wished someone had fucked me in school... It's all I could think of all day... hmmmaaa... the Colombian bitch and I... haa... we made out in the girl's bathroom... hmmm... fondling, groping, kissing... she licked me... yes, like that, keep pounding me... and I licked her... we fingered each other... hmmm... God, I wished someone had seen me... made pictures... blackmailing me to suck his dick and spread my legs for him... yesh, like that, fuck your slutty sister."

Eric began slamming roughly into Jessi's flowing depths, a slapping noise coming every time their hips came together. "But then I'd have to get into another fight, can't have someone doing that to my sister... you're my slut, and nobody gets to fuck my slutty sister without my saying so, right?" He didn't give her an opportunity to answer; instead, he firmly pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing it's way into her mouth. The head of his cock was rubbing furiously back and forth across her inflamed G-spot, and the tweaking of her nipples was becoming just short of being painful.

Fiercely kissing him back, Jessi practically melted under the furious assault of Eric on her body, her knees shaking, her back arching, her fingers cramping. Her insides were on fire, and there was a fireworks going off behind her eyes, all the tension of the day breaking out in one strong torrent that grew and grew with each powerful thrust of her brother's cock into her sopping wet snatch, slurping sounds filling the entrance hall into the house. Her eyelids were flickering, god, she was so fucking horny.

Damn, why was this so good, so fucking good? She felt her mind slowly go numb, knowing that she couldn't hold back for much longer, groaning and moaning into the kiss like the slut she was, a whorish sound that could only come from a dirty perverted cunt like her. Another thrust from Eric, smashing her body against the door, and then she exploded on top of him, clinging to him with one hand, kissing him back fiercely, biting his lips, her knees nearly giving in, her juices running down her legs as her mind went blissfully blank for a moment there.

When Jessi's knee buckled, and she collapsed against the door, she pulled Eric down with her, their combined weight causing the pair to slowly slide down the door until Jessi was sitting on the floor in a small puddle of her own hot, slick fluids. The new angle Eric was now positioned at had shifted where he was aiming inside her; now instead of his head rubbing firmly against her G-spot, it was pressing directly against it. Now every time he thrust, a tsunami of pleasure came surging out from her center and coursed all over her body, from the hairs to the tips of her fingers and toes, and back again as thick girl-cum flowed out around her brother's shaft and across his sack.

Every time Eric thrusted into his sister, a squeak of delight and orgasmic pleasure escaped her, and her whole body shook in an avalanche of emotions and feelings, her toes curling and her knees buckling, even though she already was on the ground. He thrusted, she nearly collapsed, having yet another mini orgasm, turned into a puddle of pleasure and sexual release, her juices dripping on the ground beneath her, her eyes rolled back, her breathing coming ragged. Her whole body was covered in a layer of sweat, and her muscles did not listen to her control anymore; she could only lay there and take it now, kept at this sexual peak by her brother. And of course, every time he pushed into her, Eric's dick was milked by her quivering cunt which shook and practically cramped with each trip into her sopping wet hole, clamping down on his juvenile dick. God, why was she cursed with such a fuck-god as a little brother?

"Oh God you're so tight!" Eric moaned as he hammered Jessi's soaking wet love hole a few more times before slowly slipping out of her clutching depths. He aligned his rigid cock along the length of her slit, gently rubbing up and down against her throbbing, twitching clit as he waited for his sister to come down from her orgasmic bliss. He had a wickedly playful gleam in his eye, the kind Jessi would recognize from the times when he was about to play a prank on her. "Oh Jessi—!!!" came his singing voice, "Jessi—!!!! You know... I just realized something..."

With her breathing coming ragged and her eyes practically rolled back in her head, her face in a twisted expression of orgasmic bliss, shivering slightly all over her body, Jessi slowly calmed down a bit now that the feverish assault on her carnal depths had ended, but she clearly was not in a state to make any real decisions or anything. She groaned slightly, her hand still clutching his shirt, and her hips moving slightly to move against his dick, heightening the sensation slightly as he rubbed her still quivering cunt lips with the tip of his cock.

"Hmmm... that you just... haaa... fucked your... haa... sister and made her roll around in her own juices like a bitch in heat?", she then asked breathlessly and hoarse, turning her head slightly towards him. Her eyes were misty, filled with lust and happiness and devotion, and her tone told that she wasn't blaming him or anything but actually giving him a compliment, a very playful one at that.

"No... well, yeah actually, but that's not what I was talking about. No, what I just realized is you can't be a slut... you see, sluts and virgins are mutually exclusive..." Slowly, teasingly Eric began working the head of the glistening, slick cock further down with every stroke. Down, across her quivering nether lips; down past the still leaking opening of her pussy; down, until his head was pressing gently against the soft, tight pucker of her ass. "And you're still at least a little bit of a virgin!" he teased, as he looked his sister in the eyes with a mixture of lust and love.

Despite her exhaustion and her state, Jessi was aware enough to know what Eric was doing, and she reacted accordingly. Turning her upper body slightly, she twisted towards him and reached out with her arm that so far still held his shirt, sliding it around his neck and laying her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him towards her with soft force. Her lips met his in a steamy, sensual, and deep kiss, soft and yet full of desire and longing, before pulling back slightly. "Eric... I don't want to lose my anal virginity on the floor of the entrance hall... that's like..." She hesitated, then whispered to him, "I want it to be spectacular... not... not like this, okay?"

"See?" he said, his voice conveying he'd made a point. The soft press of Eric's cock did end however, as he guided it back to Jessi's hungry, twitching pussy, and slid easily back into her. This time, however, he didn't engage in the savage, hammering thrusts of earlier; rather, he sat at his leisurely pace. "If you were really a slut, you wouldn't care, in fact, you might even like the idea cause of how nasty it is," he said as he leaned in, his smile now warmer and less predatory. "It's OK though, if you really were a slut, this wouldn't be as good as it is, at least not for me. And I promise when the time comes for that, I'll make sure it's something to remember!" With that, he leaned in close and gave Jessi a soft, passionate, loving, and far from brotherly kiss.

Jessi moaned happily as Eric guided his twitching young cock back into her hungry cunt, easily sliding back in as she was, of course, wet like the ocean. She welcomed the leisurely comfortable pace, enjoying the sensation of his slow, sensual fucking of her nether regions, shuddering slightly under the new assault. She kissed him back, her tongue sliding into his mouth as their lips met, her face pushing against him, her hand in his neck grasping him there and caressing him, moaning into the kiss. As they separated again, she whispered against his face, "But I am a slut... your personal, happy slut... I love being your slut..."

"And has my personal slut thought about what her next guess is, has she figured out what it is that secretly turns me on?" Eric asked in return, whispering the question into Jessi's ear, before he started kissing his way down her neck to her breasts to her nipples, where he began sucking and gently biting the tender flesh. Cupping his hands under Jessi's back, he started to increase the pace of his strokes. He knew he had to finish soon so the two could clean up. Even with the Ice outside making their parents late getting home, he knew their time for fun was short, he still had to tell her about Max after all, and he wanted to ask her about her other prospects too, but first he wanted, and Jessi seemed to need, him to finish this. Not that he actually minded that one bit.


A 14-year-old girl who exudes an air of maturity and self-assuredness. She possesses a strong personality, often taking the lead in her interactions with others. However, she also shows moments of vulnerability and submission, indicating a more complex character than initially perceived. It's clear that she has an allure that draws attention from those around her. Her confident demeanor suggests she is quite attractive and knows how to use this to her advantage.

Eric sat, eagerly waiting for his sister to get home from school. It had been an eventful day; he needed to tell her more about Max, and plan things out there; get her take on what happened with Liz; and, of course, he wanted to see the effect his little game had had on her. If he was lucky, she might have been so turned on he might have even wanted a quickie before mom got home. In truth, the glimpse of her ass he'd had was still drifting into his idle thoughts. As it happened, it was just that image fluttering through his head as he went down stairs to get a drink and heard his sister's steps as she came to the front door. Spurred on by impulse, he quickly hid behind the door and waited for Jessi to come in, planning to surprise her when she came in.

It had been a very stressful day after the encounter with Liz. Jessi was usually not one to think much about others, not too much, that is, and preferred to take life simple and easy. But with that small and smart girl suddenly there, and she actually liked her, that could be out of the window for good, especially as Eric really adored that girl. Jessi had no choice; she had to deal with her whether she liked it or not. And she did like it actually; that wasn't the problem. Urgh, Eric, you make so much trouble.

Also, the way back home had been a bit strange, with her underwear missing, and her nipples constantly rubbed by the fabric of her blouse, as well as some hungry gazes on her. She did notice these, thank you very much. And fuck, it was cold, damn cold, it was January after all, and she was half naked. The moment she came home, she slipped off her backpack and practically threw it to the side, pulling off her jacket while closing the door behind her with her foot. "Hey guys, I'm home!"

Eric stepped out from his hiding spot behind the door and folded his arms around his sister's waist, his warmth instantly soothing the deep chill of winter everywhere their bodies touched. "Surprise!" he said with a grin, "Wow, you're frozen solid! You want me to warm you up while I tell you about Max the guy I found?" One had slid up then, cupping a breast, the heat of his palm radiating into the icy pebble of Jessi's nipple, "or would you rather tell me about how turned on you got from having everyone staring at you all day?" He finished, pressing his hips up against her ass. Jessi couldn't miss the erection he was sporting, and with her lack of panties and short skirt, she knew she could have that awesome cock of his sliding into her in a matter of moments. All she had to do was bend over ever so slightly.

Truth be told, Jessi was a bit surprised by this; she hadn't thought he would welcome her at the door. Perhaps in the kitchen or hallway or in her room, but right at the door was a bit much. Not that she was complaining, she did actually like the idea. And truth be told, he was right. She was fucking horny from being stared at all day and the knowledge that she had been wearing nothing underneath, the knowledge that she was a dirty cheeky slut she was. She leaned into his hug and pushed back against him, already slightly rubbing against him. "Fuck you, asshole," she whispered to him, and her tone betrayed that she didn't mean it, she had even looked forward to this. "I'm so fucking wet I could fill a bathtub right now... Just plow my snatch loverboy, come on, do it, fuck your horny slutty sister."

She was his to control; he could do with her what he liked now, unusual for the pair. Usually, she was much more controlling, but this time, she left it up to him.

"Is that so?" Eric replied, his other hand moving lower, slipping under Jessi's skirt. Indeed it was so, for Jessi's legs were slick with her moisture all the way to mid thigh. He'd planned to use his fingers to get her worked up, but clearly that wasn't needed. "Well, I guess we're going to have to do something about that," he said, talking his hands away just long enough to open his jeans and flip up his sister's skirt. Once done, both of his hands went to Jessi's breasts, as he began roughly pinching and pulling on the stiff nipples through the thin blouse. As Jessi's back arched ever so sightly, the tip of Eric's length slid into the soaking wet opening, and her lubricating fluids began to trickle down his shaft.

A gasp escaped Jessi's lips as she felt her brother's deft and nimble hands molest her teenage body and perky tits; she bit her lower lip to not moan loudly in joy and elation. Finally, she really needed that, she was so fucking... And then he already slipped inside, making her groan in pleasure and delight at the desperate desire for dicking. "Hmmm, yes, fuck... ohhhmmm, so good... I'm such a slut, haaa... allowing my brother to fuck me just at the front door... haaa..."

Her hands reached back, trying to hold onto something as she was standing in the middle of the room, Eric behind her, and she had little room to maneuver if any, thus she simply tried to somehow hold onto her incestuous lover while her body already began to move on top of him, circling her hips for him.

As Jessi swiveled her hips, it caused Eric to slide in and out of her, but only an inch or so, just enough to tease her soaking slit. He began kissing the back of her neck, as he gently turned them to face the door, never slipping out of it. "Hey, what's this?" he asked suddenly, "Lip stick?!, and how did you get a little smudge of lipstick on your neck, just behind your ear, my loving sister? Have you been cheating on me?" he continued in a playful, teasing voice. "Well? I'm waiting..."

Moving with Eric and keeping up the circling of her hips, Jessi moaned lowly as she felt her brother's lips on her neck, shivering in joy. Her insides were hot, wet, and tight, tighter than usual as she stood, and her legs were not spread, making the friction of her brother's dick sliding in and out of her hungry hole only the more enjoyable for her. "Not cheating," she gasped with baited breath, now putting a hand forward to lean against the front door, beginning to rock her body against Eric, moaning with each trip of his young dick into her. "Just... haa... having some fun... hmmm... with Valentina... haaa..."

"And what did the two of you do this time? Because clearly, it was more than just a little kissing this time." came Eric's voice, as he finally started to take full, slow strokes in time with Jessi's rocking hips, his length sliding in and out as he continued to pinch and roll her nipples between his fingertips. He leaned more firmly into Jessi then, pushing her over slightly and forcing her to stick her ass further out, allowing him better access and the ability to slide into his sister more deeply. "Come on, tell me exactly how big of a slut you've been today."

Rocking her body in tandem with Eric, Jessi practically melted under his assault. She had been horny the whole fucking day, and the short episode with Valentina had only heightened her arousal, not diminished it. Fuck, she really needed it. "Hmmm, I'm a dirty horny bitch, a dirty slut... yes, fuck me bro..." One hand on the door and the other holding onto Eric's shirt, she moved with him, her snatch wet and hot and clamping down on his juvenile dick, engulfing it with wet, slurping sounds every time he thrust into her. "I... god, I wished someone had fucked me in school... It's all I could think of all day... hmmmaaa... the Colombian bitch and I... haa... we made out in the girl's bathroom... hmmm... fondling, groping, kissing... she licked me... yes, like that, keep pounding me... and I licked her... we fingered each other... hmmm... God, I wished someone had seen me... made pictures... blackmailing me to suck his dick and spread my legs for him... yesh, like that, fuck your slutty sister."

Eric began slamming roughly into Jessi's flowing depths, a slapping noise coming every time their hips came together. "But then I'd have to get into another fight, can't have someone doing that to my sister... you're my slut, and nobody gets to fuck my slutty sister without my saying so, right?" He didn't give her an opportunity to answer; instead, he firmly pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing it's way into her mouth. The head of his cock was rubbing furiously back and forth across her inflamed G-spot, and the tweaking of her nipples was becoming just short of being painful.

Fiercely kissing him back, Jessi practically melted under the furious assault of Eric on her body, her knees shaking, her back arching, her fingers cramping. Her insides were on fire, and there was a fireworks going off behind her eyes, all the tension of the day breaking out in one strong torrent that grew and grew with each powerful thrust of her brother's cock into her sopping wet snatch, slurping sounds filling the entrance hall into the house. Her eyelids were flickering, god, she was so fucking horny.

Damn, why was this so good, so fucking good? She felt her mind slowly go numb, knowing that she couldn't hold back for much longer, groaning and moaning into the kiss like the slut she was, a whorish sound that could only come from a dirty perverted cunt like her. Another thrust from Eric, smashing her body against the door, and then she exploded on top of him, clinging to him with one hand, kissing him back fiercely, biting his lips, her knees nearly giving in, her juices running down her legs as her mind went blissfully blank for a moment there.

When Jessi's knee buckled, and she collapsed against the door, she pulled Eric down with her, their combined weight causing the pair to slowly slide down the door until Jessi was sitting on the floor in a small puddle of her own hot, slick fluids. The new angle Eric was now positioned at had shifted where he was aiming inside her; now instead of his head rubbing firmly against her G-spot, it was pressing directly against it. Now every time he thrust, a tsunami of pleasure came surging out from her center and coursed all over her body, from the hairs to the tips of her fingers and toes, and back again as thick girl-cum flowed out around her brother's shaft and across his sack.

Every time Eric thrusted into his sister, a squeak of delight and orgasmic pleasure escaped her, and her whole body shook in an avalanche of emotions and feelings, her toes curling and her knees buckling, even though she already was on the ground. He thrusted, she nearly collapsed, having yet another mini orgasm, turned into a puddle of pleasure and sexual release, her juices dripping on the ground beneath her, her eyes rolled back, her breathing coming ragged. Her whole body was covered in a layer of sweat, and her muscles did not listen to her control anymore; she could only lay there and take it now, kept at this sexual peak by her brother. And of course, every time he pushed into her, Eric's dick was milked by her quivering cunt which shook and practically cramped with each trip into her sopping wet hole, clamping down on his juvenile dick. God, why was she cursed with such a fuck-god as a little brother?

"Oh God you're so tight!" Eric moaned as he hammered Jessi's soaking wet love hole a few more times before slowly slipping out of her clutching depths. He aligned his rigid cock along the length of her slit, gently rubbing up and down against her throbbing, twitching clit as he waited for his sister to come down from her orgasmic bliss. He had a wickedly playful gleam in his eye, the kind Jessi would recognize from the times when he was about to play a prank on her. "Oh Jessi—!!!" came his singing voice, "Jessi—!!!! You know... I just realized something..."

With her breathing coming ragged and her eyes practically rolled back in her head, her face in a twisted expression of orgasmic bliss, shivering slightly all over her body, Jessi slowly calmed down a bit now that the feverish assault on her carnal depths had ended, but she clearly was not in a state to make any real decisions or anything. She groaned slightly, her hand still clutching his shirt, and her hips moving slightly to move against his dick, heightening the sensation slightly as he rubbed her still quivering cunt lips with the tip of his cock.

"Hmmm... that you just... haaa... fucked your... haa... sister and made her roll around in her own juices like a bitch in heat?", she then asked breathlessly and hoarse, turning her head slightly towards him. Her eyes were misty, filled with lust and happiness and devotion, and her tone told that she wasn't blaming him or anything but actually giving him a compliment, a very playful one at that.

"No... well, yeah actually, but that's not what I was talking about. No, what I just realized is you can't be a slut... you see, sluts and virgins are mutually exclusive..." Slowly, teasingly Eric began working the head of the glistening, slick cock further down with every stroke. Down, across her quivering nether lips; down past the still leaking opening of her pussy; down, until his head was pressing gently against the soft, tight pucker of her ass. "And you're still at least a little bit of a virgin!" he teased, as he looked his sister in the eyes with a mixture of lust and love.

Despite her exhaustion and her state, Jessi was aware enough to know what Eric was doing, and she reacted accordingly. Turning her upper body slightly, she twisted towards him and reached out with her arm that so far still held his shirt, sliding it around his neck and laying her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him towards her with soft force. Her lips met his in a steamy, sensual, and deep kiss, soft and yet full of desire and longing, before pulling back slightly. "Eric... I don't want to lose my anal virginity on the floor of the entrance hall... that's like..." She hesitated, then whispered to him, "I want it to be spectacular... not... not like this, okay?"

"See?" he said, his voice conveying he'd made a point. The soft press of Eric's cock did end however, as he guided it back to Jessi's hungry, twitching pussy, and slid easily back into her. This time, however, he didn't engage in the savage, hammering thrusts of earlier; rather, he sat at his leisurely pace. "If you were really a slut, you wouldn't care, in fact, you might even like the idea cause of how nasty it is," he said as he leaned in, his smile now warmer and less predatory. "It's OK though, if you really were a slut, this wouldn't be as good as it is, at least not for me. And I promise when the time comes for that, I'll make sure it's something to remember!" With that, he leaned in close and gave Jessi a soft, passionate, loving, and far from brotherly kiss.

Jessi moaned happily as Eric guided his twitching young cock back into her hungry cunt, easily sliding back in as she was, of course, wet like the ocean. She welcomed the leisurely comfortable pace, enjoying the sensation of his slow, sensual fucking of her nether regions, shuddering slightly under the new assault. She kissed him back, her tongue sliding into his mouth as their lips met, her face pushing against him, her hand in his neck grasping him there and caressing him, moaning into the kiss. As they separated again, she whispered against his face, "But I am a slut... your personal, happy slut... I love being your slut..."


A young male with icy eyes, a clever mind, and impressive oral skills. A submissive and playful lover who enjoys being dominated by his partner, whom he refers to as "Daddy" and "Sentinel." He is physically attractive to his partner's appearance, particularly his body and cock.

Hawthorne jerked and growled at his Sentinel, his body tensed from the stinging pain of the smack as he tried to settle himself before getting punished for another. The brat of a boy gave a petulant huff and dramatically flopped back onto Darius's chest, lip twitching still having a taste for sinking his teeth into Darius. Love bites were becoming his favorite form of giving affection to the older man after all.

"Yeah we'll see," Hawthorne snickered at Darius's fantasy of dressing him up to be some kind of mutt. "How can I be a kitten and a pup at the same time?" He teased, leaning his head back into Darius's stroking fingers, closing his eyes as his purr cut out his sassy little bite backs.

Opening an eye, Darius could easily see the inner battle of refusing water as normal and getting another punishment on his already sore ass or just... being a good boy this time and taking some. It was a couple moments of his inner back and forth before he gave a defeated little "yes sir...", sitting up to allow Darius to give him some water. Once he'd finished, he slid down a bit lower than before, nuzzling at his Daddy's belt buckle with a mischievous little grin as he gave Darius a most boyishly adorable look with those icy eyes of his, nipping at the zipper.

Ruffling Hawthorne's hair, Darius smirked down at his grumpy lover. "You'll be whatever I want you to be, and if that means half puppy, half kitten, that's what you'll be for Daddy," he said, knowing he sounded perfectly ridiculous and not caring in the least.

As he waited for Hawthorne's response to the gentle offer of water, Darius was pleased that he'd at least managed to spank some sense into his boy, and didn't say a single goddamn word about it as he grabbed the cold bottle of water from the nightstand and cracked it open so he could pour water into his lover's mouth. "Good boy," he purred, nuzzling his Guide and luxuriating in the scent of them, together—it was something he didn't think he could ever grow tired of.

As Hawthorne sank down over his groin, Darius's eyebrow twitched upwards in intrigue. "Oh? Is that right, kitten?" Darius crooned, leaning back a bit on the pillows and letting one hand rest a bit more heavily on Hawthorne's head. "Go on then, show Daddy what a good boy you can be when you try."

Hawthorne purred as Darius placed his hand a bit more firmly atop his head, the clever little minx catching Darius's zipper between his teeth and pulled it down just as he had in many of Darius's more explicit dreams. Nosing Darius's thick member out to play, the clever little Guide greeted his shaft with a slow lick on the underside from base to tip, shifting so he was in between Darius's wanton legs and curled his arms loosely around his lover's hips.

Leaning down again he nuzzled affectionately against Darius's balls, licking at them adoringly before moving up the shaft again, licking and peppering his length with kisses before taking him in fully, as expertly as he'd done in the park before. He relaxed under Darius's hand in his hair, purrs vibrating against the Sentinel's cock as he bobbed his head and used his throat to stimulate him while his nails nipped gently at Darius's hips keeping well away from the bullet scar there that some part of him knew he needed to stay away from.

As Darius predicted moments earlier, Hawthorne was a damn fine blow job when he tried, obedient and adoring as ever, a complete shift to his bratty attitude from before.

Darius let out a soft sigh of pleasure as Hawthorne helped himself to a soothing treat after his flogging. His cock was eager to jut forward towards his lover as Hawthorne freed it from his slacks. His tongue was velvet-soft, plush and wet against his length, earning the boy a low grumble of pleasure from the Sentinel. Did he realize that Darius could feel every puff of breath? Every nudge of his nose, every drip of saliva? It was decadent.

As Hawthorne kissed and licked his way along the shaft to the tip, Darius purred, fingers scratching through Hawthorne's hair as his boy slowly engulfed his prick, lips sliding down smooth as silk. "That's right, kitten," Darius murmured, only having to use the tiniest bit of pressure on his boy's head to get him to swallow his cock down into his throat. Goddamn, but Hawthorne's lack of gag-reflex was a blessing!

He moaned lowly, letting Hawthorne set the pace as his boy bobbed his head up and down, adoring the way his throat clicked, just a little, each time Darius's cockhead invaded his throat. "Such a good boy for Daddy," he crooned adoringly. Every now and again he'd hold Hawthorne in place with his cock as deep into his throat as he could get, letting Hawthorne's nose press into the hairs at his base and choking him—just a little—before letting him up for air once more, giving him the reins.

It was lazy and indulgent and affectionate, and Darius adored every moment of it.

While Hawthorne was blissfully unaware just how Darius's senses worked, his empathy easily held them back from feeling too good, too much, not wanting to put his beloved Sentinel into a zone from a blowjob. If any of the Normals or Guides that were graced by his mouth had any indication, surely his masterful work could easily send any Sentinel into a zone without much problem.

There was a slight twitch in his throat, a furrow of his brows as he was coaxed to take Darius all the way down, his nails nipping at Darius's hips and sides for a moment before he relaxed himself and meditatively licked and lapped, sucking on Darius's cock as if it was the most delicious hard candy. As Darius called him a good boy, the Sentinel was rewarded with a rough lick on the underside of his prick, all the way up before lapping the tip to taste his pre and sunk down over him again. As his head was pressed again and again, once his nose came into contact with the soft hairs at Darius's base, the boy gave them an affectionate nuzzle as he gagged so adorably until Darius let him back up for air.

After a few of those particular plays from Darius, Hawthorne lovingly wrapped his arms around Darius's hips, pulling back to give Darius's tip a sweet kiss before blowing a puff of cold air just for some revenge as he gave his lover a sultry little wink that spoke of hellfire and sin. Sinking back down, he relaxed himself, allowing Darius to take the reins if he needed to chase his pleasure or simply indulge for the evening, the young Guide finally acting his best.


A dominant and indulgent man and lover who enjoys being in control of his partner. He is physically attracted to his partner's appearance, particularly his hair and icy eyes.

While Hawthorne was blissfully unaware just how Darius's senses worked, his empathy easily held them back from feeling too good, too much, not wanting to put his beloved Sentinel into a zone from a blowjob. If any of the Normals or Guides that were graced by his mouth had any indication, surely his masterful work could easily send any Sentinel into a zone without much problem.

There was a slight twitch in his throat, a furrow of his brows as he was coaxed to take Darius all the way down, his nails nipping at Darius's hips and sides for a moment before he relaxed himself and meditatively licked and lapped, sucking on Darius's cock as if it was the most delicious hard candy. As Darius called him a good boy, the Sentinel was rewarded with a rough lick on the underside of his prick, all the way up before lapping the tip to taste his pre and sunk down over him again. As his head was pressed again and again, once his nose came into contact with the soft hairs at Darius's base, the boy gave them an affectionate nuzzle as he gagged so adorably until Darius let him back up for air.

After a few of those particular plays from Darius, Hawthorne lovingly wrapped his arms around Darius's hips, pulling back to give Darius's tip a sweet kiss before blowing a puff of cold air just for some revenge as he gave his lover a sultry little wink that spoke of hellfire and sin. Sinking back down, he relaxed himself, allowing Darius to take the reins if he needed to chase his pleasure or simply indulge for the evening, the young Guide finally acting his best.

Darius's eyelids fluttered as Hawthorne nipped and licked and teased at his shaft like the most expensive whore imaginable. When Hawthorne wrapped arms around his waist, Darius purred, stroking his lover's hair, his shoulders, his upper back, petting and indulging his little lover. "So perfect for Daddy," he crooned, precum flowing freely onto Hawthorne's tongue, Darius thoroughly aroused at his Guide's skilled ministrations.

He gave a shudder and hiss when Hawthorne blew cool air on his wet cockhead, growling playfully at that sinful wink. This was one of those rare moments that Hawthorne was his true self—who he was meant to be, before the world treated him so shabbily—and Darius adored every moment of it.

"Good boy..." Darius purred, slowly helping Hawthorne to bob his head over his Daddy's cock in a lazy sort of motion. "Do you like this, kitten?" Darius murmured, nearly breathless with pleasure. "Do you like servicing your Daddy? You're being such a good pet." He let his head fall back against the headboard, though his lidded gaze was pinned onto his sweet boy as he encouraged Hawthorne to take his time, really indulging in the drawn-out pleasure, as so many of their romps had been heated and quick and hungry.

Darius let Hawthorne play and suckle and lick for some time, allowing the heated coil in his belly to slowly tighten further and further until he was panting, sweat beading on his temples and his long fingers curling tighter into Hawthorne's hair. Hawthorne would sense his lover's nearness, if not through his empathy but through the way that Darius's body started to draw tight, abs twitching as his cock throbbed and balls pulled up to his body, fat and taut. "Yes, yes yesss," he hissed, grabbing Hawthorne's head with both hands finally, using his lover like a rather fetching toy meant to serve his pleasure, and started bobbing him more vigorously over his throbbing cock.


A man who exudes an intimidating aura, physically robust and domineering. His calloused hands hint at a life of hard labor or violence. He possesses a cold, unfeeling demeanor, showcased by his disregard for Leah's wellbeing and feelings. He's also controlling and manipulative, forcing Leah to submit not only physically but also mentally by renaming her degradingly. Despite this harsh exterior, he shows occasional signs of pragmatism and perhaps even a twisted sense of fairness when he provides water to Leah.

Max pressed his calloused hands against her inner thighs spreading them open as she lay in the dingy mattress , her wrists both tied together and secured above her head to the bed frame. "Taking what's mine," he replied harshly. His member throbbed mercilessly, bulging and crushing against the front of his pants. How long had it been? He couldn't remember, but that would change.

Removing his aching manhood from his pants he could feel the moistness oozing from the tip, and with the sweet young slave spread out before him even the touch of his own hands nearly made him explode. This would be a short moment he knew.

To save himself a quick loss he pressed his hard cock into the folds of her hot pussy letting his precum moisten the way inside her. Kneeling up on the bed while continuing to press her thighs open he looked coldly into her eyes as the head of his throbbing cock began to press.

Leah glared right back at him, her fear being replaced by anger as he held her legs open. "My cunt isn't yours. I'm not yours. No part of me will ever be yours!" She screamed, enraged at this audacity. She had always known slavery to be a terrible thing, but now that it was happening to her, it was more horrifying than she could have ever imagined. How could someone think that just by trading some caps you suddenly owned someone? Their body, their life?

When he removed his pants, she looked down, her eyes widening when she saw the size of him. "No..." She whispered, pulling at the ties that held her wrists to the headboard, finding that they wouldn't give an inch.

"Ow!" Leah gasped, her promise to behave completely going out the window when she felt the pain of him beginning to split her apart. She bucked her hips wildly, her legs kicking as much as his hands would allow. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" The slave yelled, screaming so hard it hurt her throat.

Max delighted in the hot feel of her pussy grinding against the head if his cock as she kicked and bucked in protest. Her violent reaction he understood, but he did not care. He was going to enjoy his little fuck slut as much and as often as he wanted. Her thrashing just made him more determined.

Pre-cum oozed from the head of his cock, but it was not nearly enough to lube the thick meaty length of his cock. And he wanted it all inside her. His left hand shot out seizing her throat, squeezing rough strong fingers until she began to choke. Then he spit into his right hand, massaging the liquid over the head.

"You are gonna take the whole thing till I say you can stop," he mocked her, the fight she brought bringing out the worst of his raider nature. As he kept her choking he thrust his hips forward driving the whole of his cock mercilessly deep into her tight pussy.

That little bit of spittle over his cock did nearly nothing for lube as her taut pussy strained to take him. She stretched wide around his thick cock as he drove into her till she ripped with the effort, tiny drops of blood now acting as lube as he began pumping into her.

Leah screamed until she couldn't anymore, hoarse little cries erupting from her throat, and even those were quickly silenced when he started to choke her. And then he entered her.

The pain was unimaginable. She had always heard from other women that the first time was uncomfortable, sometimes even painful, but this was beyond comprehension. It was a swarm of different sensations; the stretch, the burn, the pain of him hitting her cervix as he forced his entire length in and out of her. Purposefully clenching her pussy, she tried to force him out. She didn't realize that not only was this action futile, but would only serve to increase his pleasure.

The slave girl could feel herself ripping and would have looked down to investigate had he not had his hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Though she had been close to tears multiple times this night, this was the first she cried, big fat tears streaming down her cheeks as stared at the ceiling. She almost hoped he would keep choking her until she died, knowing there would be no more pain if she was gone from this wretched world. Surely death was better than living as a slave to this man.

But he wanted her, had paid for her, and she knew the chances of him killing her now were slim to none. So she did the only thing she could think of, and went inside her own mind. Leah thought of her family, of the people she had known before raiders came to their small city and massacred almost everyone. She thought of the one family member that was still out there, how she was determined to find them someday. She couldn't give up. Wouldn't give up.

Max felt the fight leave her and let go of her throat. Her pussy was so hot and tight he knew no matter how hard he tried he would not last long. Instead he slowed a bit, keeping his thick hard cock moving all the way in the out with long deep strokes. He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and picked himself up so he could see her sweet young body underneath him as he pumped inside her.

His breathing became labored as he tried to hold on, but her luscious body with the sweet tightness of her pussy pushed him over the edge. His tailbone turned to goo as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Grunting deeply he felt his body spasm as he pumped his hot cum deep inside her.

Pausing a moment while laying across her tummy he tried to catch his breath. Then he pushed himself up and eased his thick cock from her pussy. Without pausing he put back on his pants before reaching up to untie her.

Then without a word he sat back down on the chair and took a drink of whiskey. After a long pull from the bottle he paused to look at her. Then he offered the bottle to her. "Here," he said calmly, "it'll help."

Leah was brought back to the present when he grunted with release. Her eyes blinked slowly as she stared up at him. The pain in her core was horrendous, the most pain she had ever felt. She let out a soft whimper when he pulled himself from her.

Her movements were sluggish and deliberate. When he untied her hands she didn't pull her hands down right away. When she did, she put a hand between her legs, pulling it back to see her blood mixed with his cum. Somehow she wasn't expecting blood. She could feel him tear her, knew he had to be bruising her at the very least, but she hadn't expected blood.

She continued to stare at her hand until his movement caught her eye. Her face slowly turned toward him when he offered the whiskey. Carefully rolling onto her side, her shaking hand reached out to take the jug. She took two big swigs of it, coughing when she was done. "Is there-" Her voice was hoarse, raspy from all of her screaming. Clearing her throat, she tried again. "Is there water? Please..." Leah's mouth was a desert, her throat on fire. Would he be so cruel as to keep that from her?

Max watched her as she rolled back on the bed examining herself. When ran with the Gunners he had seen so many women and men receive so much worse that it was difficult for him to feel much for her. That she had stayed a virgin as long as she had in the wasteland was a miracle in itself, especially considering her sexy looks.

Max looked long and hard at her before getting up. She had been through enough for now, and denying her water seemed petty. He moved slowly to his rucksack, keeping a wary eye lest she make a move towards his shotgun, and removed a canteen of warm water.

Just as he made to toss it to her he stopped himself, his arm halfway through a tossing motion. "What's your name?" he asked in a demanding voice.


A young attractive woman with an apparent strength and defiance that belies her current situation. She possesses a strong spirit, evident from her resistance against Max, and shows signs of intelligence by trying to understand his expectations. Despite the horrific ordeal she's experiencing, Leah demonstrates resilience by mentally retreating into memories of happier times as a form of escape. Her emotional vulnerability becomes apparent through her tears and trembling lip; however, she also exhibits determination and survival instinct when it comes to securing basic necessities like water.

Max watched her as she rolled back on the bed examining herself. When ran with the Gunners he had seen so many women and men receive so much worse that it was difficult for him to feel much for her. That she had stayed a virgin as long as she had in the wasteland was a miracle in itself, especially considering her sexy looks.

Max looked long and hard at her before getting up. She had been through enough for now, and denying her water seemed petty. He moved slowly to his rucksack, keeping a wary eye lest she make a move towards his shotgun, and removed a canteen of warm water.

Just as he made to toss it to her he stopped himself, his arm halfway through a tossing motion. "What's your name?" he asked in a demanding voice.

Leah froze when he asked what her name was. Was it a trick question? Did he want to know her real name or was he expecting her to answer with the one he'd given her? Would he deny her water if she gave the wrong answer?

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say." The slave whispered, her bottom lip trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "The name you gave me?" She pushed herself into a sitting position, resisting the urge to lunge for the water. No. She needed to be good. "I'm Fuck Toy."


A young high-school teenager, taller and physically stronger than Lily. His personality is dominated by lustful impulses and a lack of empathy or moral restraint. He shows signs of possessiveness and control over Lily during their interaction. Despite being aware that his actions are wrong, Brandon justifies them to himself in order to satisfy his desires. His manipulative nature also comes through when he uses deceitful reassurances to keep Lily from fleeing after the initial assault.

After having broken in Lily's tight snatch, Brandon couldn't get enough. How could he, once he felt this snug cunt wrapped around his dick, the perfect size accommodating him, barely able to stretch this wide and so hot and wonderful? It was simply amazing for him, his entire body flooded with pleasure and desire, overwriting everything else.

His hips began to move on their own, even if he had wanted to, he would have been unable to stop it, sliding back and forth, his dick sliding back and forth into Lily's small body, this girl that was so much smaller than him. His hands held her at her waist, unmoving, keeping her tight as he began to rut with her, mating with her like some animal, grunts and moans escaping his mouth every time his dick filled her out again. And he hadn't even yet been fully inside of her.

It felt impossible to Lily, but somehow, he still seemed to be getting deeper inside her. Her muscles had grown weak, and her body shook as he filled her up. She tried to wipe some of the tears from her eyes as she rocked back and forth, but only managed to rub some dirt onto her cheek. "Stop, please, stop!" she moaned at him. She didn't think she could take any more.

With his hips rocking back and forth, his cock pistoning in and out of the tight snatch, Brandon kept fucking this delightful little body of Lily. What a feeling, what a rush, the pleasure pulsing through his body, the heat of hers under his fingers and around his member. "Hmmaa... hmmaaa..."

He sped up now, still kneeling behind Lily, holding her tight with his hands and keeping up the motion, rutting her like an animal. "God, you're so good... hmaaa... You're an awesome fuck... Hmaa... Hnnn."

With another final thrust, he buried his entire length in the little girl, seemingly impossible as the size difference seemed so big, but by sheer willpower and force, he managed to slide the entire length of his dick into Lily's abused snatch, his balls slapping against her flesh. And then he kept moving, rocking forth and back, his cock pistoning into her again and again, ruthlessly, tirelessly so. He did neither hear her begging nor would he care; he was too far gone now; he only cared for his own pleasure at this moment.

With a sudden powerful thrust, he had pushed it all the way into her, and Lily felt it all the way up in her belly, which swelled painfully. She screamed again, "No! It hurts! It..." breaking down in tears again.

Under the pain there was that other feeling too, the tingling. Her hands continued to shovel at Brandon, her mouth screamed for him to stop, yet just a little, her hips moved with him, as if they had a mind of their own. Lily didn't know how much more of this she could take.

Brandon kept going, now totally lost to the pleasure, this hot, pulsating feeling. He felt his balls slapping against Lily's flesh with each thrust, and he felt how he filled her up completely, his dick coring out in her with each thrust. He groaned and grunted, loudly now, more like a beast than a man, using and abusing her to his heart's desire at this point.

"Hmmmaaa... I'm gonna fill you up... haaa... I'm gonna cum... Here take it all!" It was like dialogue out of a cheap porno or a badly written hentai manga, yet it was all that came out of his mouth as Brandon felt how his balls tightened and how he reached his climax, fireworks going up behind his forehead, losing totally control. He felt his balls churning out his potent teenage seed, and felt how his hot love-juice filled up Lily's insides, painting them white.

Then, after a few more thrusts, he practically collapsed, pulling back from her, sliding his dick out of her abused snatch and barely managing to make a few steps back on his knees, marveling at the sight before him. "Wow... you're so pretty... you're beautiful... Hmmma... You're the best, you know that?"

Lily's whole body shuddered as he thrust harder and harder. He finally stopped, shouting something Lily couldn't understand. He rolled off her, finally giving her a chance to move.

She tried to stand up but was too shaky, and her whole body sore, so she settled for getting up on her knees. She felt something dripping out of her vagina, and she looked down to see a little blood on her thigh. She touched herself gently with her hand and brought it up covered in something warm, white, and creamy. "Yuck," she said, looking at the sticky goo all over her hand, still sobbing as she did so. She had nowhere to clean her hand, and in her daze, she just wiped it off down her chest. The motion left a thin trail of cum right down to her belly button.

She was too afraid to look at Brandon, so instead, she looked around for her shorts as she kneeled on her wobbly legs.

Exhausted but happy, Brandon lay there for a few moments, catching his breath, slowly letting it sink in what had just happened. It felt as if something else, something primal, had taken hold over his body and had forced him to do this, as if he had no longer been the master of his own body and actions. But still, he had... He refused to think about it, even if he knew it to be true. Thus, instead, he only focused on the sensation, on the fact that he had just fucked a girl, for real, he had fucked a girl and had lost his V-Card. Fuck, yes... Literally.

With a satisfied groan, he sat up, looking at Lily, his hand automatically reaching out and petting her hair in a downright loving manner. "Damn, that was awesome... Come here." And with that, he grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn to him, pulling her closer to him. Then, if she wanted or not, he would kiss her, but she had the chance to react as he did at the moment, not suspect any resistance from her.

As Lily looked around, she felt Brandon's hand on her shoulder, and her body instinctively cowered in reaction. She swung wildly at him with her fist, connecting hard (for her) into his stomach. She stumbled backward onto the ground, legs splayed wide as she tried to scramble back to her feet.

"Umpf." More out of shock than pain, Brandon grunted and gasped for air, having not seen this coming, not at all. If he hadn't been so shocked, he would have laughed about it; it was kind of funny. "You little bitch..." This hissing, he lunged for her, grabbing after her, trying to get a good grip at her but not yet getting to his feet.

Lily yelled, seeing how angry he looked, and felt tears coming again. "I'm sorry, don't, please!" she cried as she tried to stand up. She managed to get her legs under her and start running. She only had her shirt on, her shorts lost in the dirt, and she ran slowly on shaky legs.

With a curse on his lips, Brandon got back on his feet and zipped his pecker back up. Running with your pants down your ankles wasn't such a good idea for sure. Then, as Lily was already a few meters away, he began to run after her. Best not to let her escape; who knows what could happen to her in the woods, all alone, half naked...

"Hey, stop." Actually, more concerned, for himself, and for her, than angry, Brandon ran after Lily and grabbed her. Unlike her, he didn't have shaky legs, and his legs were longer, thus of course he was faster. Also, he was pumped up with adrenaline, thanks to her little stunt. Slinging his arms around her, he pulled her close from behind, pulling her to his chest. "Stop this, you can't just run off, you gonna get lost for real... Stop it, stop struggling. Ssshhh, it's gonna be alright, calm down."

Lily was exhausted and still crying, she gave up when Brandon grabbed her. She collapsed against him, letting him hold her. She was still afraid, but maybe he'd let her go. "Please, let me go," she whispered quietly, her small head against his chest.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be okay, ssshhhh...," Brandon kept whispering to Lily, still holding her, still keeping her close. Her body pressed against him, her shaking, sweet little body, it made him hard again, even if that shouldn't be possible as he had just cum. But the adrenaline and the surreal situation was just a bit much. It made him hard again. But for the moment, he held it back, kept it in check. Instead, he whispered sweet words into Lily's ear, rubbing her skin in a calming manner, keeping her close still.

"Sssshhhh... It's gonna be alright... Don't worry... You'll get home soon and everything will be fine, sssshhhh..." However, while he said this and did this, his hands also occasionally brushed against her flat chest, rubbing her there as well, brushing against her abused nether regions as well.

Lily relaxed into Brandon's arms. She was exhausted, and was happy he wasn't yelling or hurting her now. She was too tired to even notice his hands roving over her body exploring. As his hand brushed between her legs, her body involuntary rocked forward to meet his fingers. Not something Lily had even noticed she had done.

Brandon did only somewhat notice this reaction of Lily; he was more concentrated on keeping her calm and trying to lure her into not running off again. He kept whispering to her and soothing her, his hands rubbing her softly, stroking her. But perhaps a part of him did notice because his hands did come back to her nether regions and her chest again and again, fondling her softly, carefully, rubbing her nipples and still holding her close. "It's gonna be alright... sssshhhh... just relax... just... calm down, yes? Sssshhhh..."

Lily was still terrified, but more than that, she was tired. Without thinking about what she was doing, she leaned into Brandon as he stroked her body. "Okay," she finally whispered, "I'll be calm." She still didn't look up at him and added, "Can we go back now?"

Brandon still held Lily close, still did not really trust her not to run off again, but he was also seemingly satisfied for the moment that she seemed to have calmed down. His hands were now less forceful, less strongly pulling her towards him, but he did not stop.

"You know..." he then began to say hoarsely, more whispering into her ear than anything else. "There is still something I'd like to do... And don't worry, you gonna like it, I swear..." That said his hands slid over her body, his fingers dancing over her skin, one hand now sliding up to her flat chest and cupping one of her underdeveloped titties, rubbing her pink nub softly, while the other hand went into between her legs and carefully began to manipulate her tender nether regions. "Don't worry, just... try to enjoy it..."


A small and petite 9 yeras old girl with an underdeveloped body. She has red-brown hair, pale white skin, hazel eyes. Her personality is innocent and naive, which can be seen in her initial confusion and fear during the traumatic events. Despite being terrified and overwhelmed by the situation she found herself in, Lily shows signs of resilience and attempts to fight back when she feels threatened. However, her innocence also makes her easily manipulated, allowing Brandon to coerce her into further compliance after the initial assault.

Brandon still held Lily close, still did not really trust her not to run off again, but he was also seemingly satisfied for the moment that she seemed to have calmed down. His hands were now less forceful, less strongly pulling her towards him, but he did not stop.

"You know..." he then began to say hoarsely, more whispering into her ear than anything else. "There is still something I'd like to do... And don't worry, you gonna like it, I swear..." That said his hands slid over her body, his fingers dancing over her skin, one hand now sliding up to her flat chest and cupping one of her underdeveloped titties, rubbing her pink nub softly, while the other hand went into between her legs and carefully began to manipulate her tender nether regions. "Don't worry, just... try to enjoy it..."

"No, I just want to go," Lily said as his hands rubbed her more. "I... we... have to go" she repeated as she felt his fingers rubbing against her still sore private parts. It didn't hurt, though, not this time. "You... promise we can go after this?" she asked quietly. "And you're not going to put it in me again?"


A 24 years old woman of unusual beauty, with long raven black hair, near-red eyes, and pale white skin. Her body is thin and curvy, featuring slightly above-average breasts and a round rear. She also has unique black cat ears and tail that add to her distinct appearance. Personality-wise, Skylar is sweet, romantic, and deeply in love with her partner Eric. However, she harbors secret desires for sexual domination which she initially struggles to express due to fear of judgement. Despite this internal conflict, she eventually shows the courage to share these fantasies with her partner.

For almost 3 years Skylar and Eric had been happily dating. They were a sweet and romantic couple. Honestly Skylar thought she wouldn't get a boyfriend as great as Eric with her unusual appearance. She was beautiful with long raven black hair and almost red eyes with pale white skin. Her body was thin and curvy with slightly above average breast and round rear, but she had black cat ears and tail.

When though her sweet relationship with Eric was great, she got increasing desire to be dominated. To be collared like an animal, have her hair pulled, tied up, the list goes on. Each day her urges grew stronger, but she was afraid to ask Eric to do those things to her, thinking she was crazy even though he was aware of her urges.

Her 24th birthday was today and she hoped to spend it with Eric. But before they decided to do any she want to get the house cleaned up. If she didn't do it now it'll never get done.

The time that Eric had spent with Skylar was by far the best time of his life, she was the first person he could actually connect with on a deeper level, sure Eric liked sex as much as the next guy but if that was all he did with someone it got to be a bit boring. And she didn't care about his scars at all, three claw mark scars went down from the top of his forehead down to his chin, the cause was an argument with a hybrid and they got him good as a result. He was lucky enough to only have those scars rather than many more thanks to the people breaking up the fight, he had a delinquent look to him is what some people said like he was always looking for a fight. Wild spiky black hair that pointed out in every direction, icy blue eyes that seemed to stare through people rather than at them, he was tall at six foot two but not all that large more of a lean athletic form.

Now he came out of the bedroom in just a pair of shorts while Skylar was cleaning things up, oh so quietly he snuck up on her and wrapped his arms around her from behind "hey now what are you doing on your birthday?" he asked in a playful tone as he kept her close to him. "You are suppose to be relaxing and letting me do everything today naughty girl" he kissed her cheek softly "I already have our dinner reservations made up and I know you will love the place you always do" he said cheerfully before giving her just enough room to wiggle out of his arms if she wanted to.

Skylar didn't even notice Eric or hear him so when he grabbed her from behind she let out a cute little scream, quickly noticing it was Eric. She giggled as he held her and listened to him acting playful. She replied "I know, I know, but I couldn't help myself. I had to do something while I was waiting for you." She smiled as he softly kissed her cheek then replied. "That sounds great Eric. You know that I love anything you do for me. I'm sure it'll be great!"

She didn't break from his arms, but she did put down the dish that was in her hands and turned around in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips lovingly and passionately.

"And cleaning was the only thing you could think to do while waiting for me?" he asked in a teasing tone while she put down the dish "we definitely have to get you out more" he would have continued with the teasing but a certain beauty captured his lips with hers. He kissed back happily deepening the kiss between them while tightening his arms around her drawing her in closer to him, he could taste the sweetness of her upon his lips now and like always he never wanted to break away from the kiss but he had to at some point.

After breaking from the kiss with a smile upon his lips he spoke up again "so today is all about you, what do you want to do until dinner time?" he asked in a cheerfully curious tone. He already planned for the whole night to go smoothly, they would have their own private table in one of the best restaurants in the city, it took quite a bit of work to get it lined up but it was all worth it.

Skylar didn't want their kiss to end. Feeling his lips on hers was divine especially when he deepened their kiss. When he eventually broke their kiss and asked what they should do, so many thoughts crossed her mind. All of them dirty sexual thoughts that seemed to urge her more and more each day. It was getting difficult for her to hide her urges and eventually she had to tell him. But right now wasn't the time.

"Well how much time do we have until it's time for us to go? If we have enough time I'm sure we could do something fun." She smiled at him staring deep into his blue eyes.

"Well let me see how much time we have before dinner" Eric said before glancing up to the clock "well we have about three hours before out reservations so I think we can manage to have some fun" he stared back into her eyes before giving her a soft kiss. "What kind of fun did you have in mind?" he asked in a curious tone before giving her another soft kiss, for Eric just being with Skylar like this was perfect even though they kissed like this all the time the happiness that he felt with her never seemed to go away.

Skylar happily enjoyed the soft kiss they shared. She was happy just to feel his lips on hers. Again her desires were starting to race through her mind. She wanted to feel him on top of her, overpowering her, using her for his pleasure. She wanted him to just take her mercilessly. As they kissed her grip on his shoulders tightened and she kissed him passionately. At war with herself to tell him her sexual fantasies.

She whispered almost in a lustful tone. "Eric... I want you. I... I've been having fantasies of you just taking me. I thought you should know now, before we get into anything." She confessed praying he wouldn't think badly of her

Eric could tell that she had something that she wanted to say and he wondered what could be so important that she would begin by whispering, he could hear the want in her voice and then when she explained what she had been wanting to happen he was a bit stunned to say the least. In all the time that he had known her he never thought that she wanted to be treated like that, it was like he was seeing a completely new Skylar in some ways yet at the same time he could see that she was still the same Skylar that he had always known.

"Exactly what do you mean taking you?" he asked curiously "do you mean like being more aggressive in bed?" it was an honest question because he hadn't really realized the depths of her perverted fantasies yet but by asking these questions he was sure that he would learn what she truly wanted from him soon enough.

Skylar blushed a little and answered "Yeah. Just being aggressive and dominating me. I don't know why, but I love that feeling. Being tied up, blindfolded, toys, having a collar on and you holding the leash, that sort of stuff I won't make you do those things if you don't want to, but I thought you should know." She tried to say sweetly, but the idea of those things only made her excited.

She didn't want him to think badly of her, but he should know her desires before finding out later in bed when she's begging for it.

Now when Eric said being more aggressive he hadn't quite meant all of those things but as Skylar mentioned them he could help but imagine himself doing all of that to her and the thought was extremely arousing to him. He let out a soft whistle "well to be honest I was not expecting that from you at all Skylar" he said honestly before giving her a gentle smile "but I don't think this will be a problem either" he said in a gentle tone before sweeping some of her hair behind her ear now, "how long have you had these urges?" he asked curiously now.

As for when they would do this he had the idea of doing right after their dinner as a birthday surprise, now he just had to get away from her long enough to make some calls to some shops that dealt with the whole collar thing, he imagined snapping the collar around her neck and before his imagination went any further a shiver of arousal ran through him make it dissipate.

Skylar blushed and chuckled softly feeling like she might've been going a bit overboard with explaining her urges, but she was still smiling brightly, maybe even brighter. "Really? That'll be great, baby!" She said excited. She kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly and whispered "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" She realized she might be overreacting a bit and giggled "Sorry if I'm over reacting. I'm just really happy right now."


A tall man, standing at six foot two, with a lean athletic build. His wild spiky black hair and icy blue eyes give him an intense gaze that seems to stare through people rather than at them. He bears distinctive scars from a past altercation---three claw marks running down from the top of his forehead to his chin. Despite his delinquent appearance, Eric is deeply connected to Skylar, valuing their emotional bond as much as their physical one. He's playful and caring, always looking for ways to make her happy. Upon hearing about her hidden desires, he shows understanding and openness, willing to explore this new aspect of their relationship.

Now when Eric said being more aggressive he hadn't quite meant all of those things but as Skylar mentioned them he could help but imagine himself doing all of that to her and the thought was extremely arousing to him. He let out a soft whistle "well to be honest I was not expecting that from you at all Skylar" he said honestly before giving her a gentle smile "but I don't think this will be a problem either" he said in a gentle tone before sweeping some of her hair behind her ear now, "how long have you had these urges?" he asked curiously now.

As for when they would do this he had the idea of doing right after their dinner as a birthday surprise, now he just had to get away from her long enough to make some calls to some shops that dealt with the whole collar thing, he imagined snapping the collar around her neck and before his imagination went any further a shiver of arousal ran through him make it dissipate.


An attractive woman who carries a confident and playful demeanor. She has a knack for keeping secrets, suggesting she might be cunning and discreet. Her love for old movies and casual drinking suggests a laid-back personality with an appreciation for nostalgia. Despite her seemingly carefree nature, there's an underlying caution in her actions, possibly due to the overprotective influence of her uncle Markus. This implies that while she enjoys fun and freedom, she also understands the importance of discretion and safety.

Jessie smiled at him when she spotted the familiar face, nodding to his words. She already had a beer in her hand to start herself off. "I got bored waiting so I got my own to start, but how about a couple of shots to really get this party rolling?" She grinned and gestured for the bartender to come over. She ordered two shots for them and would let him pay for their drinks. "So, how long have you been in the gang? It's been a while since I've been allowed back in the main base so I'm not too caught up on what's been going down." She chuckled, finishing her beer while she waited for him to speak for a moment. Then she remembered something.

"My name is Jessie by the way. I'm Markus' niece but no one is supposed to know that." She rolled her eyes, figuring it would be best to get that warning out of the way. Now he knew what he was in for if Markus found or if he didn't play his cards right. He couldn't blame her for not being honest now.

Cal raised a brow at her comment about being bored. He checked his watch. He had gotten there exactly at ten. He wondered when she had gotten there. Once they made it to the bar he slide into a stool. He watched her flag down the bartender and smirked when she ordered a couple shots. He gave a nod to the bartender and handed over some cash. Cal came here often enough so he knew the bartender working tonight. He gave Cal a look seeing him there with a girl was odd. Cal usually came here alone because no one from the gang came here so no one knew him in that way. For all they know he was simply a regular. Cal grabbed his shot and paused at her question. He looked to the bartender and was glad to see he had moved on and was out of hearing shot. Cal threw back his shot and grabbed the beer that the bartender had set down for him.

"So, first off. I come here because no one from the gang comes out here. So no one here knows about that," He said in a low tone. "But only for a couple of years." He said then paused as she spoke her name. He gave a nod. Markus' niece. Well this could be very bad for him if he was not careful. "I am Cal," he offered as well. "Markus' niece. I guess I will still have to worry about getting shot then," he smirked sipping his beer again. "Only I am sure Markus would not be aiming for my foot." He said chuckling as he leaned against the bar. "He keeps you under lock and key hm?"

"Yeah, that's something you might have to worry about, but we can only get in trouble if we get caught. So, the obvious solution is to not even give off a hint about us hanging out." Jessie chuckled, speaking as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm good at keeping things on the down low for a long time but I've never found someone who could do the same. If you're as good as you say then we should have no problem." She sighed and downed her shot, ordering two more for them. She was pretty good at handling her alcohol and liquors.

"He tries to keep me safe from threats that aren't on me as it stands. Since not many people except for the gang who was there for me growing up knows who I am. As far as anyone knows I'm just a stranger who drops by sometimes. I think he makes more obvious that we're related or close in some way than I do, right? He's a bit overprotective but I know it's just because we're the only blood family we have left. Gotta stick together right?"

Cal tilted his head as he listed to Jessie speak. It sounds like she has a history of having to hide things form her uncle. That's not surprising since he could tell, from the little interactions hes had with Markus, that he was kind of a controlling hard ass at times. He could see that easily being worse for someone he calls family. Cal sipped his beer when she ordered another shot. So that's how this night was going to go. That was fine by him. He could easily hold his own. He was interested to see how well she held herself tonight. He thanked the bartender for the shots and took his as well. Leaned against the bar as she finished talking. He smirked a little.

"I guess that's true. I wouldn't really know much much. I don't really have any family," he said shrug a shrug. "I grew up in foster care. I have no idea what happened to my parents. I kept in touch with one of my foster sisters until I was jumped in. I felt it was best for her safety to step away from her." He shook his head. "But anyways. I didn't invite you out here to talk about family. I wanted to get to know you." He said taking a drink from his beer. "And to have a little fun."

Jessie nodded and took her shot. Her drinking habit was one of the things she had to hide. He'd ban her from booze if he found out about it. She could always still sneak it but it would be so much extra effort. "Well, now you know that. What else would you like to know?" She tilted her head at him. "And as for fun, if it's the bedroom kind you should know that I'm not that easy. If you can out drink me then maybe." She chuckled and waited for him to ask whatever he wanted, though she wasn't fully convinced that he actually cared about knowing her personally. She knew the thug type well and had been through this little game so many times before.

Cal chuckled softly at her comment about bedroom fun. He took a swallow from his beer shaking his head. "If you think I am that easy you are mistaken as well," he said smirking softly. "Just relax. I just want to have a good time. Talk, get to know you, drink. Maybe dance a little," he said nodding towards the dance floor. "You are almost acting that this is some kind of interview," he teased her with a smirk. "So if you are mostly kept on lock down what do you do to entertain yourself?" he asked.

"I guess my uncle might be rubbing off on me." Jessie sighed and just leaned against the counter for a moment. She took a breath to relax her mind and thought about his question. "I don't do much aside from watching old movies. I have a killer collection though. I have a guitar but it mostly just sits in the corner of my room. I hardly touch the thing anymore. What do you like to entertain yourself with?" She finished her drink and just stopped there, for now, not wanting to really overdo it. Then she'd just make a fool of herself and that's never too much fun. She looked around, always nervous that she may be caught.

Cal chuckled softly setting his beer down and turning a little more towards her as she spoke. Yeah it did seem that she was used to things being a certain way. But it did seem that now she was relaxing with what he said. He nodded to her movie collection. "What is your favorite movie?" he asked her. He chuckled at the statement of the guitar. Yeah he had one for a while. Then he decided that was no longer necessary for him to learn. "I work on my bike a lot. Always trying to make it better. If I am not working on it I am riding it. I like to take long rides to cool place or just to clear my head. Did some racing for a while but my bike currently just does not hold up. Still trying to get it there." He said shrugging.

"My favorite movie... You're gonna think this is super cheesy but it's a musical one. It's about this guy who finds this weird plant. It becomes an attraction at the flower shop he works at, but the only way to keep it alive is to feed it blood. Once it gets too big he even has to feed it people! Little shop of horrors, a strange movie overall, but fun to watch at least." Jessie shrugged and listened to him talk about his bike, smiling at the thought of being able to go wherever she liked. "Sounds freeing if I'm honest. I don't know about being on a motorbike but to travel would be so much fun I bet."


A ruggedly handsome man with an aura of mystery around him. His punctuality and attention to details suggest he's disciplined and observant. He seems to be independent, preferring solitude, as indicated by his frequent solitary visits to the bar. His background in foster care might have hardened him, but it hasn't taken away his sense of humor or ability to engage in casual conversation. His love for working on and riding his bike suggests a free-spirited nature and a penchant for adventure. Despite this, he maintains a cautious approach when dealing with potential risks such as being associated with Markus' niece.

Cal chuckled softly setting his beer down and turning a little more towards her as she spoke. Yeah it did seem that she was used to things being a certain way. But it did seem that now she was relaxing with what he said. He nodded to her movie collection. "What is your favorite movie?" he asked her. He chuckled at the statement of the guitar. Yeah he had one for a while. Then he decided that was no longer necessary for him to learn. "I work on my bike a lot. Always trying to make it better. If I am not working on it I am riding it. I like to take long rides to cool place or just to clear my head. Did some racing for a while but my bike currently just does not hold up. Still trying to get it there." He said shrugging.