A petite woman, her body slender yet well-shaped with appealing curves. She carries an air of vulnerability about her, emphasized by her wide eyes that often reflect fear and confusion. Her hair is short, making her appear somewhat boyish. Despite being a thief, she possesses a certain innocence which makes her humiliation all the more profound. Lady Midnight has a submissive personality, compliant even under duress, suggesting a lack of self-confidence or perhaps an underlying desire for submission. Her reactions to the sexual humiliation indicate she might be sexually inexperienced or repressed; however, she also displays unexpected arousal in these situations. This dichotomy adds complexity to her character and hints at hidden depths beneath her submissive exterior.

"My girlfriend... she's a bit of an exhibitionist...", said Wonder Woman, smiling innocently at the audience. She opened her legs and posed with the rope held behind her back, mesmerizing the gathering with her bright eyes. "I promised that for her birthday I'd give her the best orgasm a woman could dream of, and an audience to witness it."

"That's so sweet of you!", came a voice from the group, and the ladies cheered and clapped, unaware of what was truly happening. "She's exhausted. May we rest a bit on one of the benches? Thank you!"

No sooner did the amazon ask, that a place was already cleared for her, with trees rustling gently above and ocean stirring to the farthest of one's view. The heroine bent over and shortened her hold of the lasso, yanking Lady Midnight up. "My love, it looks like you are still having contractions. That must have been a terrific climax!"

Slowly walking the captive towards the bench, Wonder Woman plucked the sign that had been attached to the end of the dildo, spelling SLUT in a purple lettering. She waved it towards the women with a half-embarrassed look, and whispered: "She loves dirty language..."

The confession brought new cheers and applauds from the spectators, and the heroine finally sat Lady Midnight down. She pressed herself next to the thief, such that their thighs squeezed together. Her arms wrapped around the woman's frame and she nudged her face lovingly, putting soft kisses on her cheek and along the jawline. One hand slipped discretely between her legs, fondling the misplaced panty and her quivering lips. The bystanders gathered around them, and when Wonder Woman approved discretely with a nod, they pulled out their phones.

"Of course you can film or take photos! I think you can even join us! Would you like that, love?"

Lady Midnight could only tremble in humiliation as Wonder Woman pretended this was all her game... all her wish. She could only kneel, trembling, feel her juices dripping down her thighs as her captor got the crowd onside. One bit was true, the little thief was exhausted, the capture, the transformation, the walk, and most of all trying to suppress the humiliating orgasm had all drained her strength.

She groaned as she was forced upright, and Lady Midnight quivered as the powerful woman examined her still trembling form. The worst thing was that.. it had, it had been an epic climax, and the aftershocks were still running through her. Humiliated she could only nod in agreement, allowing herself to be lead to the bench, feeling the hateful sign being removed.

On the bench there was no respite, the powerful superheroine kept her body close, and her gentle teasing made the thief's sensitized skin feel oh so good. And the hand between her thighs... for a moment it felt like they really were lovers. And.. and that wouldn't have been so bad...

But then pictures? Her eyes went wide, and she looked at Wonder Woman in horror. Surely not? But what could she do...


A confident 34 years old woman with a well-toned body and dark skin. She has large breasts that contrast beautifully with her white one-piece suit. Her personality is bold and assertive, as she takes the lead in their mission and doesn't shy away from physical contact or making suggestive remarks. Despite her forwardness, she has a strategic mind and remains focused on their objective throughout the story.

"If only you had more to hide" Storm side and chose a suit made of strips of leather. She chose a rare suit of yellow that would hopefully make her more comfortable. The man waited for her to try the suit on. He did expect her just to strip and step into the clothing she was a slave after all. "Sorry she is still a bit shy" The man nodded and slid a curtain around the two of them. Storm began to strip the younger woman out of her clothing.

Jubilee tensed as her hair is pulled back, letting out a frustrated yelp, to which she found herself open to the unexpected, yet brief, kiss. Her eyes widening in shock as their lips part. Whatever the reason for the kiss, it managed to silence the normally outspoken teen. She considered Storm's explanation about her being undercover, and it seemed to make sense, for now.

The walk past the arena and market stalls proved eventful as she mulled things over in her head. The random gropes by her team mate made her uncomfortable, biting her lower lip, although she supposed Storm was being nicer than someone else might. Seeing the skimpy leather outfit, she gave Storm her best 'You're kidding, right?' look, glancing at the man behind the shaky looking counter.

Her frustration continued from behind the curtain as Storm moved to start removing her clothes, and she held up her hands, taking a small step backwards, "It's OK, I think I can handle this, thanks." She kept her voice low, knowing the curtain would do little to nothing to block out the sound of her voice.

Her high-cut boots came first, followed by her denim shorts. She wore a pair of plain white panties, both simple and practical. Then she peeled her t-shirt over her head, placing her clothes in a small pile on the ground. Looking at the suit again dubiously, she reluctantly reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. Her freed breasts weren't overly large, somewhat average for her age, and retained the firmness of youth. She then slides her panties down her smooth legs with slightly more hesitation, soon exposing her clean-shaven pussy to the older woman's view, not that she should be looking that low... Jubilee made it a point to avoid Storm's eyes, not comfortable having to undress in front of someone who had both kissed and repeatedly felt on her so boldly in the recent past.

Storm kept her eyes locked on the teens. It was not that she was uninterested it was that she was focused. The mix of genes and youth produced an, interesting body. She let her eyes trail over her body as she pulled on the ridiculous outfit. "The senators mistress will not be easy to meet" Storms ears perked up it was her informant the senators mistress was the entire reason for the mission. Mystique had penetrated further into the MRB senate committee then any other mutant. "A good fight should get her attention"

Storm turned around it was not a tease she simply needed more room in the small enclosure. Storm leaned over working her shirt over her head. Storm dropped her shirt in a bin then unzipped her jeans, stood up and wiggled while she peeled the tight jeans off. Her clothing could barley contain the twin chocolate mounds that were her breast. "You do know how to fight Xavier has not turned the academy into a charity has he" Storm placed her hand over her chest and stepped out of her panties.

It took her less time to get into her one piece suit which was white contrasting beautifully with her skin. Storm then wrapped her fingers around Jubilees collar and began to drag her into the arena. Men and a few woman lined the neat rows of seats clothed in suits and dresses. "I won't go easy on you" Lightening crackled between storms fingers as she walked over to stand on a metal circle. There were five rows of five, each was the top of a piston that would lift the platform into the air. A bridge, beam or cable linked each platform to every other in order. "Well come on if you win i may even set you free" storm teased.

Jubilee averted her eyes as the older woman removed her clothes and changed into the new outfit. She found both outfits to be shamefully exposing, and when the time came, she followed hesitantly behind Storm towards the large arena. The crowd looked normal enough, although she found it difficult to imagine so many would come to watch a fight like this. She had learned of the Roman gladiator matches in school, but that was centuries ago...

Watching Storm move to one of the metal circles in the floor, she follows suit and stands on another at a slight diagonal from the other. She was startled when the platforms began to rise, and moved carefully closer to the center of her own circle. She didn't want to fight, running the risk of hurting her friend. She assumed Storm was her friend still, although she hoped Storm felt the same way. The electricity arcing between the woman's fingers, and the fact they were forced to stand on metal platforms didn't ease her feelings of nervousness as she watches the woman across from her.

Storm could not use her full powers as that would expose her. Known to some as the weather witch her powers where not that common. But electricity was, and she could use that as well. She flicked the splinter of metal. Enveloped in energy it was attracted to the platform below Jubilee. The splinter slashed through one of the belts forming a cut, or that was the plan. "Don't worry its not a blood sport for women, think of it as strip combat" It could have hit deeper then she planned. But at worse it wold be a very small shallow cut. "But don't think that means we are safe" She looked over the edge the ground was fifty feet below making a fall possible fatal.

Storm jumped and boosted it with her power landing behind Jubilee. That was the plan she twirled around her hand flat like a dagger. Tiny metal shards attached to her fingers like claws. She had no were near the power or control of magneto. But she had more then enough to fool the audience. "You should have more fun" The audience would never be able to hear over there own roars. It was more like foxy boxing or mud wrestling then roman gladiators. Well some of the time, other matches were more roman. Animal, robot, mutants, mercenaries all could fight however they chose. "I must say that you look good in that, are you shocked, come on any one could see i had a thing for my 'friend' in my old gang"

Jubilee gasped loudly as the metal splinter came from nowhere, and slashed one of the belts across her thigh. She looked down at the cut leather, nearly missing the jump that brought Storm to her platform. She spun around in time to see the shard tipped jab and, thinking quickly, stepped to the side, retreating quickly across one of the bridges to a neighboring platform. Unsure if her powers would work, she extends her hands, intending to send a long stream of plasma across the bridge, cutting the pathway off while the other end flows swiftly toward Storm's feet, and the platform below.

Storm watched the colorful bolts of energy strike both side of the metal log. Metal melted flowed like water before evaporating like water into steam. "Well i see you are taking this far to serious" The next blot cleaved half the platform storm was standing on. Storm simply rotated the platform and jumped to the one Jubilee was standing on. A quick motion of her hand had there platform spinning faster and faster. Storms feet were locked to the platform. "Come now the audience wants to see a show"

A subtle motion of her a hand hidden behind her back bent the platform in several places. Even if Jubilee had footing a single mistake would send her onto her ass. Storm moved she would either knock Jubilee onto her ass or straddle her body. Either way the dagger like edge of her hand would cut more leather bands. "Relax if i wanted to kill you i could have, this is a mission and you are the one who wanted to come" Storm made a feint her intent was to kiss the younger woman. The crowd would hoot and howler for that. What she did after that would all depend on what jubilee did.


A 17 years old girl with an average build and firm, youthful breasts. She has smooth legs and a clean-shaven intimate area. Her personality seems more reserved and hesitant compared to Storm. She appears to be initially uncomfortable with the revealing outfit and the physical contact during their mission. However, she shows adaptability and determination when she participates in the staged combat despite her initial reluctance.

Jubilee gasped loudly as the metal splinter came from nowhere, and slashed one of the belts across her thigh. She looked down at the cut leather, nearly missing the jump that brought Storm to her platform. She spun around in time to see the shard tipped jab and, thinking quickly, stepped to the side, retreating quickly across one of the bridges to a neighboring platform. Unsure if her powers would work, she extends her hands, intending to send a long stream of plasma across the bridge, cutting the pathway off while the other end flows swiftly toward Storm's feet, and the platform below.


A man who exudes both physical and emotional strength. His body, particularly his potent cock, is a source of desire for Brittany. He's attentive to her needs and desires, taking pleasure in satisfying her. Despite his passionate side, he also has a tender aspect to him which comes out in their intimate moments. He values Brittany's love greatly and dreads the thought of being apart from her. Phil is also adventurous when it comes to their sexual encounters, always eager to explore new ways to pleasure Brittany. Moreover, he displays a protective nature when he insists on driving her to the airport despite the availability of a limo service.

Phil watched Brittany packing her suitcase with distraction. This sucked... but also didn't. They were only back from their honeymoon two months now, and like most newlyweds, they still couldn't keep their hands off each other.

So, when her boss had told her that he wanted her to go on an assignment to Melbourne, Australia for a month. Her project management skills were very in demand. She'd resisted at first, but her boss had offered a huge bonus. Like, huge. Half in advance. Like, enough for them to put down their deposit on their dream home in the hills above San Rafael. A huge private deck with a view of the bay and a hot tub... and... really, what else did they need, even though the house was nice, too.

"So... how many Australian guys are you going to bang while you're there?" he asked, teasingly. "I mean... we've been having sex at a pace of about 3 or 4 times a day. Are you sure you'll be able to control yourself?" He came up being her and kissed her neck. "3 or 4 times a day. Does that mean I have to give you at least 90 orgasms tonight just to be sure you're satisfied until you get back?"

Brittany finished putting her last outfit in her suitcase. "None, I am in love with you. That's not going to change." She said before turning and putting her hands on his cheeks. "And no, you don't need to give me ninety orgasms, if I am desperate I brought my vibrator." She said with a smile and a small laugh.

"But I won't say no to you satisfying me tonight." She muttered a response before letting her sink into his arms. "I'm going to miss you so much." She said as she turned around and smiled. "I love you. The time will fly by won't it?"

"I'm not sure about 'fly'" Phil said, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts. If you think about it, we haven't been apart for more than a night since the night before our wedding when you insisted that we stay apart. He kissed down her neck to her cleavage, his lips touching each part of her body with almost reverence. Knowing she wouldn't be there gave him such odd heart palpitations. They'd fallen in love quickly, had a 6 month engagement and now they were here.

"I love you, too," he whispered. "The time will fly, but I'm not sure how quickly. And, I know we have texting and Skyping, but it won't be the same. You'll be wrapping up your day when I'm just waking up. But, then again, we have this house, right? If it goes well, we'll have even more of this house and your bonus will let us reduce the mortgage even more, and I know it's all worth it."

He kissed his way down her body and lifted her nightgown to find her bare pussy. He kissed gently as he kept speaking. "And I know that you'll be wanting me even more when you get back. Remember that time we had to wait two weeks and how much I came inside you? Just imagine how much I'll fill you up after a month." He kissed her mound and then licked her labia tenderly, trailing his tongue up to her clit and sucking hungrily.

"I know hun, I do. Also, the night before it sounded better doing it that way. Waiting for more time with you." Brittany said with a reply before feeling him touch her lower body, causing her heart to start leaping again. No matter how long they have been together he was good at making her heart flutter like a teenage girl being asked to prom.

"I know it won't be the same. But we agreed we wanted this. Didn't we? I don't know how my boss will like me if I just not go. But you have much more control over me than you think." She stated before releasing more of her body into his as he touched her.

"Yes, I will want a lot, you will be so busy fucking me until it comes out of your ears." Then he leaned down and began to play with her pussy lips, her body slowly hungry for more as she arched her head back. "Take me to the bed and fuck me, please, Phil."

"Hmmm," Phil said. "I'll grant one of your wishes." He stood up, helping her out of her clothes and then led her down the stairs and out to the deck. "We still haven't broken in the hot tub. That would be a terrible shame to have you leave before we did that."

He stepped out of his own shorts and pushed off the cover to turn on the jets. "Come on then," he said, holding her hand and helping her step in. "Fuck me. And after that, maybe we can see how these water jets work."

"Granting my wishes?" Brittany replied before he began to undress her and led her outside. Looking carefully she watched as he went into the hot tub.

"No, we haven't. I do love this thing." She replied as she stepped into the hot tub and noticed how he looked, all of him was perfect fort all of her. Glancing again at him she couldn't help but smirk. "You are just so potent, damn how i love you." She explained feeling the water surround her as she leaned close. "Are you hard enough for me?"

"Why don't you answer that for yourself," Phil said, pulling her hand to touch his cock. "You just climb on aboard when you think I'm stiff enough to play." It wasn't really an issue. Getting hard had never been the challenge for him. It was more about 'not' being hard. He could only admire her full breasts and the way they bobbed in the water, begging to be sucked... which he bent his head down to do.

"Oh, my you are." Brittany stated as she found his cock in her hand, touching the muscle she loved ever so much. Moving herself she smiled and found herself working her way onto him, wanting to take anything he could give.

"Fuck." She moaned as he began to suck her breasts, her body excited by the pleasure, the feeling of the warm water surrounding her. "Oh I love you." She muttered, knowing it would hurt so much to be away from him all this time.

Phil sucked hungrily but eventually pulled her into his lap, the water lapping around their bodies. "Put me inside of you, baby," he whispered. "I want to give you a little souvenir to take with you to Australia. And by souvenir... I mean cum."

"Yes, I want that too!" Brittany exclaimed before leaning her head into his neck, holding on as she moved herself slowly on him. The way he filled her so fully was one of the most powerful things she had. She loved how he felt and the idea of her being in Australia and him here, she wished she could bring him with her. "Give me all your cum." She muttered in return leaning her lips to his taking them into her possession.

Phil fucked her for several minutes like that, but it still wasn't enough. He soon lifted her up and turned her around so she was standing, her arms on the edge of the pool. He loved this position. her full ass in front of him as he slammed into her body, her massive tits swaying below her. "Do you like that cock, baby? Are you going to remember this when you touch yourself thinking about me?"

Brittany moaned as he moved her and he slammed into her. Gasping at the way he moved inside her. "Yes, more." She cried out as she held on while he trusted inside. Making him want to go deeper she pressed herself further against him.

Phil grabbed her hair for leverage and pumped deeper and harder. He also guided her hand to her clit. "You... cum... first." he moaned as he kept slamming against her. It always got him off to see her touching herself, and she knew it. There would probably be a lot of that in the months to follow, anyway.

Brittany moaned as he continued to thrust in her, her hair being pulled by him. "Fuck." She cried as her body continued to work with his and she felt like her body was on fire, the way he consumed her. She enjoyed every moment he gave her.

As he spoke about her cumming first she knew that wouldn't be a problem. When he was rough with her, it was easier for her to find her release. After a few more thrusts she found herself experiencing her release, the high he was the only one to give her.

Phil felt her pussy tightening and groaned with pleasure as her pussy seemed to be squeezing the cum from his cock. Sometimes he couldn't move, but this time he kept pumping... hips slamming into her with a 'slapping' noise as he filled her up with his spunk. "Fuck... yes... fuck... yes..." he grunted, wanting to wring every ounce of pleasure from her. As the two of them sank down to the bench beneath the water, exhausted, he knew he would always remember that first time. Little did he know how much it would mean in the years to come.

Brittany heard his response, the way he shouted his own cries of pleasure before feeling him sink down onto the bench, her body coming down with his, loving how the water surrounded her. "This, you. I can't." Her words weren't coming out straight as she grasped his hand holding it closely with hers. "I love you so much, Phil. I am going to miss you with everything I have."

They eventually made their way to bed and had a lovely evening of soft lovemaking (mixed with rough). In the morning, even though her work would pay for a limo, Phil insisted driving Brittany to SFO. They kissed tenderly before airport security before he waved goodbye. He'd set up a tracker on his phone and watched her flight. His panic began setting in when the dot disappeared from the map.


A woman with a captivating presence, her full breasts and curvaceous body making her irresistible to Phil. She's assertive and knows what she wants, not hesitating to voice her desires. Her strong project management skills suggest that she's organized and ambitious. Despite the passion she shares with Phil, she also has a gentle side, demonstrated by her tender moments of affection. Her love for Phil is unwavering, even in the face of separation. When it comes to pleasure, she's open-minded and adventurous, unafraid to explore new experiences with Phil.

They eventually made their way to bed and had a lovely evening of soft lovemaking (mixed with rough). In the morning, even though her work would pay for a limo, Phil insisted driving Brittany to SFO. They kissed tenderly before airport security before he waved goodbye. He'd set up a tracker on his phone and watched her flight. His panic began setting in when the dot disappeared from the map.

Brittany looked at him, her partner and the man she loved with every fiber of her heart. The night soon passed and she was at the airport, tenderly giving her lover goodbye and before she knew it, she watched the airport disappear.

Something happened, she remembered that as much, the flight was shaking and then mentioned something about turbulence before she hit her head and passed out. Not knowing much what was happening.


A man with dark auburn hair and matching eyes, complementing his pale white skin. He's tall, which might appear intimidating to some. Despite his physical appeal, he has an obsessive personality and tends to get what he wants no matter the means. He displays a possessive nature towards Carrie, indicating an inability to handle rejection or indifference from her. His actions show that he lacks empathy and understanding of consent, making him come across as creepy and disturbing. His forceful approach in trying to make Carrie reciprocate his feelings reveals a stubbornness and lack of respect for her autonomy.

Jackson looked at her his heart pounding in his chest as she began to stir and awaken. She watched the girl as she questioned her surroundings she seemed to notice his growing erection and he quickly wished it wasn't growing at every word she spilled from her lips. She cascaded words as they were going to throw darts at him.

He walked over to the bed and sat beside her. "Carrie, you have awoken. I'm glad." He said watching her as he did. He hoped she didn't hear his heart the way he did. "I brought you here so we could be together. This isn't your permanent room, it's just a guest room for now. When I know you won't try to leave you will share my room."

He looked at her and she seemed scared. "I am sorry if I have scared you. That wasn't my intention. I want you. No, I need you. Carrie Lawson, you are all I've dreamed about since the moment I met you."

Staring at the stranger, Carrie noticed one thing. This man's erection was still growing as if he intended to use it on her no matter what. Instinctively, Carrie used her arms to try to cover up her breasts, and huddled herself closer together. The man wasted no time and was soon sitting on the bed beside her. His words seemed kind, but Carrie doubted they were sincere. Be together? Carrie questioned mentally. Seriously who the hell was this guy? It certainly wasn't someone she had even considered in a romantic way. Maybe he was one of the men she'd waited on. But then, none of them seemed capable of doing something this insane. It became clear that she was going to be stuck here. He mentioned she would share his room when he was certain she wouldn't try to leave. In what reality did he think she was going to ever decide to be with him willingly?

The man continued, claiming he hadn't meant to scare her, before saying he wanted, needed her. He clearly knew her full name, but still, she didn't know who he was. Carrie tried to move away from the man, finding herself completely creeped out. "Seriously, who the hell are you?" Carrie hissed out.

"Let's be clear here. You decided that the only way you could have me was to fucking kidnap me?" Carrie said coldly. "Oh yeah, that's a great idea." Carrie said. "I don't even know you, why the fuck would you think I would want you?"

Jackson looked at her as she seemed scared. She tried to huddle herself closer. He placed a hand gently on her arm. "Listen, I won't use it on you unless necessary. Don't worry. I'm sorry it's just your an angel and when you see something so perfect my body can't help but react." He was dark hair compared to her blonde. It was a dark auburn color and he had matching eyes. It worked with his pale white skin. He was tall and worried it would loom over her.

Fear was something he didn't want to instill unless he had to. He wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. That was her and oh how he wanted her. He shifted his legs to try to hide it from her. "Listen, don't you remember me. How could you forget?" He asked her. "It's me, Jackson, Jackson Graham. We met a year ago at one of the parties I hosted? Your boss made you work that night even though you had other plans. I told him he had to let you go to your other thing. He did after I bribed him of course. Don't you remember?" He paused looking at her, waiting for it to come back.

"I asked for one dance before you left, and then you were gone and I tried to call but never got an answer from you."

Carrie nearly jumped when the man touched her. His words were completely creepy. As if this wasn't already terrifying enough. Here she was, a captive of some guy who claimed he knew her, needed her. It seemed like he was determined, and all Carrie could think was that maybe, if she played along, she could somehow escape. That didn't mean it would even work. He seemed like a creep, completely obsessed with her.

The male continued, claiming his name was Jackson, and they had met before. A year ago? God, who could remember that? Parties were common, and she always had to work. It wasn't like Carrie made an effort to care about the hosts or guests. She was only there to work, nothing more. "Hardly." Carrie finally said, thinking it might appease him.

"You asked. It wasn't like I would have even if you weren't a creep." His mentioning he had been calling, that sent her back into the memories of how she knew this man. He had been obsessed to the point that Carrie had to change her phone number twice! "I'm so getting that restraining order on you when I get free." Carrie threatened.

She looked so worried and Jackson couldn't understand why she fought him so. He understood his methods were less then normal but he wanted her and he was used to getting what he wanted. He looked at her studying her reaction.

"You won't be getting free you are on my island. I have food dropped from an airplane monthly. No ships pass here and we are far away from land. You would kill yourself trying to leave. Plus, you will see how well this will work. We are meant for each other." He said looking at her carefully.

"Can I bring you food and water? You haven't are or drank since they brought you here. I want to make sure you stay healthy." He exclaimed as he stood up and looked down on her. He wanted her but wouldn't take it, not now.

Carrie glared as Jackson explained that they were on an island and there was no hope for an escape for her. "No, we're definitely not meant for each other. You are an obsessed creep with delusions that I could love you." Carrie hissed out. She was scared, and worried, but what could she do now? Even though she was a good swimmer, there was a high chance she would die before she made it to safety.

"I would rather die." Carrie hissed out when he offered food or water. "Let me go... Or kill me. Those are your options." Carrie pointed out. She was shaking now, out of pure anger. Hell, she was glad she'd never given Jackson that chance at all. He had always seemed off to her. And he was proving it now, holding her hostage and claiming she would love him like he loved her. As if!

She was driving him crazy. Jackson was standing over her and kept an eye on her. He watched her debating his next move. "Stop this." He leaned down and gripped her chin and made her look at him.

"I'm not trying to be cruel but your testing my patience. What can I make you to eat. You have to eat." He spoke taking in her sight and wanting to make sure she knew the rules.

"I do this for you. You can't see it now, but one day you will, one day you will see. I need you and you need me." He had determined he was to do everything in his power to make her his and he would do it at all costs.

Carrie gasped as the man grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. The only thing she could do was glare back at the man. His words finally began to make sense. Jackson was no longer kind to her, instead he was now demanding that she had to eat. "I would rather die! You can't make me eat." Carrie mentioned. She knew he was trying to make it clear who was in charge, but she had choices here too.

The reality was, she would rather die than be forced into anything by an obsessed man.

Jackson looked at her his eyes getting angry. He wouldn't allow her to die. Not after all the work and time he put into it. He let go of her chin and went to the cupboard throwing a pale pink dress on the bed.

"Put this on, right now. Unless you want to continue to make my cock throb with your indecency." He walked out the door locking it behind him, the key turning in the door canceling out all her access outside the room.

He went to the kitchen and got food on a tray prepared to force it down her throat I'd he had too. He made a smoothie with the food she needed in it. He went back to the room and came inside. "You will drink this or there will be consequences."

Carrie knew that one way or another, she was going to get her wish. Sure, it had never been her intention to due so young, but she would take death over the alternative any day. "Fuck you! You probably raped me while I was out, like the creep you are!" Carrie exclaimed as he walked out the door and locked it. She made no move to get dressed, instead focusing on how she could get him to kill her. If that was her only way out, she would take it.

It wasn't long before he reentered with some disgusting looking smoothie. Jackson claimed there would be consequences if she refused, but there was no way in hell she was going to drink that. "I will not drink that." Carrie said coldly, turning away from the man. "If these are my options, to either accept you as a lover no matter how much I hate you, or to die... Then please, kill me."

Jackson looked at her. "I wouldn't fuck you while you were sleeping, I'd fuck you now though, which obviously I see you didn't bother to change." He said when looking at the door he closed it and came to the bed. "I never offered death as an option. You were only given one option and that was to be my lover. I don't want you to die. But I don't understand why you continue to reject me. See that I am not as bad as you think I am. I'm no saint but I'm not the devil either. Not yet. I will be if you continue to push my buttons." He shouted as he then went to the cupboard.

Opening it he pulled out rope. "You will drink the smoothie, or I will force it to you. I do it for your health and you require your substance." He said as he looked at her carefully. He wished she would have dressed how her alluring breasts perked out for him, waiting under that bra. His dick was pushing hard against his trousers waiting for realise. "Fuck, Carrie. Drink this please."

Carrie laughed as he heard Jackson's words. "You may not have, but I would rather die than be your lover! You're a fucking creep, and there's no way in hell I would ever love you. In what world did you think that my rejecting you meant I wanted you?" Carrie pointed out angrily. "There are a lot more handsome men than you. Truth is, I didn't dance with you because you're not my type. You're not handsome, you're just a stalker and a creep who couldn't get the message." Carrie hissed out.

"I'm not drinking that!" Carrie declared coldly. Sure, she knew he had ropes in his hands now, but it didn't matter. If she had to, Carrie would find a way to kill herself. If it really was the only way to escape her captor.

Jackson looked at her and watched carefully. "I won't let you die, you know that, don't you?" He asked her as she continued to throw insults at him. He moved closer to her and grabbed her arm tying it to the headboard and doing the same to her other hand. "I don't want to take extreme measures. You know that. I just want to take care of you. You could have anything with me. You know that. Yet you continue to deny me."

He kissed her head before opening the drawer holding a ring gag. "Please do this the easy way. I don't want to have to force you. It could go easier if you wanted to actually allow it to happen." He didn't understand why she continued to fight him and as he sat beside her he knew that it was hard to be so near to her and continue to resist. Too far she would push and things would go beyond what he was dreaming of have happen.

Carrie glared and tried to fight back as Jackson tied her arms to the headboard. He kept trying to reason with her, which made Carrie scoff as she stared at him. "I don't want you!" Carrie pointed out coldly. "The only thing I want is to get the hell away from you." Carrie mentioned. She flinched and tried to move her head away as he tried to kiss her head. Jackson was such a creep, and the worst part of this whole thing was that it seemed like he didn't even know what he was doing was wrong. But then, he was like many of her customers, those stupid rich men who took what they wanted instead of earning it. She felt like a conquest that Jackson would get bored of soon enough, and that was probably going to be what saved her.

Carrie let out a laugh as Jackson mentioned he didn't want to force her, and mentioned it would be easier is she allowed it to happen. "No, you do." Carrie said coldly. "I didn't ask for you to kidnap me against my will, lock me in this room and claim I will be yours no matter what. I don't even know you, and I sure as hell don't want you. Get that through your thick skull and let me go!" Carrie said coldly, attempting to kick Jackson as hard as she could considering she was halfway tied down.

Jackson looked at her. "You continue to deny me. But no one knows your here, they made sure to cover their asses. You are staying here. You will see." He looked at her his eyes cold with his mission, he wanted her to eat and he would make sure she did. When she tried to fight him, he climbed on top of her his knees spread around the girl's thighs.

"Normally this would be a wonderful invitation. But right now my focus is food." He said bringing the ring gag closer to her. "Are you sure you won't eat normal otherwise I have to make sure you eat this." He said looking at her knowing that things would get rough if she didn't eat what he brought her, he had included a bunch of healthy vegetables and fruits alongside her protein that she would need. He included a few vitamin tablets to blend as well.

"Very well." He said bringing the ring gag closer to her face, grabbing her chin he held it. "I wish you would behave. If you were smart about this it could all go very differently."

Carrie knew she was pissing Jackson off, but he didn't seem to realize what he was doing was beyond wrong. Jackson soon trapped her underneath his body weight as he made sure she couldn't fight him. With their bodies so close, she could now feel his hard on against her inner thigh, making her more uncomfortable. "That looks disgusting, and for all I know, you're trying to poison me! You're clearly insane!" Carrie pointed out.

She was aware of the ring gag which he kept taunting her with, and at this rate, the only idea Carrie could come up with was to play nice. Eat the horrible food, and as soon as Jackson was gone, she could puke it up. Suddenly, and idea popped into Carrie's mind. Maybe it was a bad one, but it could work to distract Jackson long enough for her to avoid this disgusting food. She might not like her idea, but it was the best one she had. More likely than not, Jackson would be all for her idea.

"How about...?" Carrie said softly, thinking it over. "You must be aching with need, I can feel your throbbing cock, itching for release." Carrie said with a smile. "How about you let me suck it, and we have some real fun before I eat?" Carrie asked with a smile, wondering if Jackson would cave to her distraction.

She looked like she has a thought in her head. She was smart and was one of the many things he liked about her. The idea of a blowjob was more than a wonderful idea.

"I would love to accept your offer but I also think you are up to something you smart girl. I know it looks disgusting but looks can be deceiving. I want you healthy. You need to stay safe for any future projects we might do. Who knows? Someday you might love me and when you do. You will want to travel the world with me and then you will regret not having ate and you became weak." Jackson leaned close to her ear. "But I can show you? Would you like that, while you eat to play with something hard and wanting you. It's all it's wanted the past year, and it's waited patiently too."


A 25 years old blonde woman, who appears to be attractive enough to draw Jackson's intense attraction. Her personality is strong-willed and defiant, refusing to give in easily even under duress. She's brave and confrontational, not afraid to voice her disgust and fear towards Jackson. Despite being held captive, she maintains her autonomy by resisting his advances at every turn. She's quick-thinking and resourceful, always looking for ways to escape or resist him. Additionally, her willingness to die rather than submit indicates a high level of determination and resilience.

Carrie knew she was pissing Jackson off, but he didn't seem to realize what he was doing was beyond wrong. Jackson soon trapped her underneath his body weight as he made sure she couldn't fight him. With their bodies so close, she could now feel his hard on against her inner thigh, making her more uncomfortable. "That looks disgusting, and for all I know, you're trying to poison me! You're clearly insane!" Carrie pointed out.

She was aware of the ring gag which he kept taunting her with, and at this rate, the only idea Carrie could come up with was to play nice. Eat the horrible food, and as soon as Jackson was gone, she could puke it up. Suddenly, and idea popped into Carrie's mind. Maybe it was a bad one, but it could work to distract Jackson long enough for her to avoid this disgusting food. She might not like her idea, but it was the best one she had. More likely than not, Jackson would be all for her idea.

"How about...?" Carrie said softly, thinking it over. "You must be aching with need, I can feel your throbbing cock, itching for release." Carrie said with a smile. "How about you let me suck it, and we have some real fun before I eat?" Carrie asked with a smile, wondering if Jackson would cave to her distraction.


A responsible young man who lives on a farm and takes care of his three sisters after the tragic loss of their parents. He has a friendly demeanor, offering shelter and food to Tania despite her being a stranger. Jack is hardworking, as he manages the farm and looks after his family. He is also open to conversation and getting to know others better while maintaining a respectful distance when it comes to sensitive topics. He has a strong build due to his work on the farm.

Jack set down two glasses onto the table, followed by two bowls. He then returned to the oven, taking the big pot of stew out. He smiled lightly, setting it onto the table, "Well, you don't have to worry about that till mornin'. I've gotta hurry up and finish the dinner my little sis' made." The stew was still warm and he grabbed a ladle. He gave him a decent sized portion while he gave her one that could be considered medium. He returned to the fridge and poured himself water in the glass.

"Have to ask my sister 'bout that." He said, taking a big gulp of his water, "But I bet they will give you something decent at. There's a lot to do around the farm but so little time." He had to admit that he had been feeling a slight... strangeness coming from Tania. She was a mystery. Was she running away from home or anything? What was going on? He decided not to ask too much right now. They were both tired and hungry so he just put it off for the moment.

Tania sat down at the table and started eating, nodding at his words, "I'll help out with what needs to be done to earn my keep around here while I wait for my car to be fixed," she said to him between bites. She was feeling better than she did even two hours ago. The time of night, the fact she was warm, and drying after a refreshing shower, and now a stomach that was filling up. She was starting to feel quite tired. Once she'd finished what was in her bowl, full, she sat back in her seat and sipped at her water, "So if it isn't too imposing on you, would it be alright to ask a few questions? I'm seeing baby toys here, and you have yet to mention anything about parents," she said to him softly, "If you don't wish to answer, than you don't have to," she added.

She was simply curious, but knew that her questions for him, could very well end up with questions for her, and she hadn't yet decided how much of the truth she would give him.

Jack hesitated. It wasn't like it was a bad thing to tell her... it's just that he wasn't used to really talking with people much. Sure he had to talk to some workers on the farm and buy things in town, but talking about people about a sad topic was just... bad. He scratched the back of his head, thinking of a way to answer. He knew he would have to be honest, and he didn't want to leave her in the dark. They were still strangers, but there was nothing wrong with getting to know each other.

"Well..." He started, scratching his chin, "There was a farm accident which... took my fathers life. Our mother lost hers while giving birth to my last sister. I have three in all. One is still in high school while the other is back in elementary still. The smallest one is still a babe. It wasn't too long ago that she passed... and well... we've been on our own since." He shifted his glass and looked back up to her, "So what about you? What dragged you all the way out here to nowhere?"

Well, Tania felt cruddy now. She pried, her curiosity getting the better of her common sense, "I'm sorry to hear about that," she said to him softly, unsure of anything else to say. She couldn't imagine losing her mother at all, the thought ran chills down her spine. At that point, she knew she would need to call her mother soon, check in on her and tell her she was alright. Then his question finally sank into her head and she looked up at him. She shrugged nonchalantly then, "I was just driving," she said, "I... needed to get... away from everything," she finished quietly.

At that point, she stood and picked up her bowl, spoon and glass and went to the sink. Without even thinking, she started washing her dirty dishes, she was determined to not be a burden as much as possible.

Jack guessed what she was doing and smiled, knowing that she just wanted to help out. He stretched his arms out, cracking his neck as he gave a little yawn, "I understand. I would like to get away from things too. It's just that I can't leave any of my sisters behind you know. I've always wanted to see the city too." He chuckled, gathering his own dishes. The sink was big enough to fit both of them and he came up right next to her, grabbing a wash cloth and scrubbing on his own.

"I hope the country out here isn't too boring for you, but by the looks of things it probably will be." He tried to think of the most interesting things out there that city folk might not have. Only thing he could think of would be how wonderful the stars were at there. It was still raining outside so there was no way they could have been able to see them.

Tania shrugged a little, "It's quiet though, which is something I think I need right now," she said softly in her melodic voice, moving over slightly to give him some room as she finished with her dishes, taking a dish towel she saw at the side and drying her arms and hands with it, "it'll take some getting used to, but I'll try not to whine and complain too much," she said with a small smile, attempting to make fun of herself with being a city-girl. She handed him the towel once he was done with his dishes, and looked up at him, her gaze serious, "Thank you, Jack," she said simply.

Then she stepped away from him and started moving for the exit of the kitchen, "I think I need to go sleep now, I'll see you in the morning," she told him softly, then she turned around and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs and into the guest room. It took her hours to get to sleep, she kept tossing and turning over and over in the bed. She was physically and emotionally exhausted, but mentally, she was anxious and worried and completely stressed out. It was possibly about three hours before dawn when she finally passed out.

Jack had watched her gone to bed, a smile light on his face. It was often that he got to speak with a beauty like that. He flushed a bit read and scratched his head, placing his hat on a rack near the bottom of the stairs. He climbed up to his bedroom and opened the door. He sighed lightly, rolling his eyes at the sight. Crammed onto his large bed was each of his three sisters. It was dark, but he knew they were there. And they were reserving a spot for him even if they were all asleep. He knew they missed him dearly, and he missed them too. He kicked off his boots, lying down in the spot that they had left him. They slept like rocks, and he knew that they wouldn't get up anytime soon. Sad thing was that he would wake up before they did... they would almost never know that he was there. Without any more thinking, his eyes closed and he fell right to sleep.

When the morning came, his bed was completely empty. The smell of food drifted through the air, and the door to Tania's guest room opened lightly and a head peaked out. It was that of a girl who looked eleven or ten, and he blinked as she saw the woman's sleeping form. Trying to be quiet, she crawled on all fours up to the bed, trying to get a good look at the guest.


A city girl with green eyes and copper curls mixed with black hair, which she often braids. She has a melodic voice that adds to her charm. Her personality is curious, helpful, and considerate as she tries not to be a burden on Jack's family during her stay at the farm. Tania is dealing with some personal issues that led her to seek solace in driving away from everything, indicating an underlying emotional vulnerability.

Jack had watched her gone to bed, a smile light on his face. It was often that he got to speak with a beauty like that. He flushed a bit read and scratched his head, placing his hat on a rack near the bottom of the stairs. He climbed up to his bedroom and opened the door. He sighed lightly, rolling his eyes at the sight. Crammed onto his large bed was each of his three sisters. It was dark, but he knew they were there. And they were reserving a spot for him even if they were all asleep. He knew they missed him dearly, and he missed them too. He kicked off his boots, lying down in the spot that they had left him. They slept like rocks, and he knew that they wouldn't get up anytime soon. Sad thing was that he would wake up before they did... they would almost never know that he was there. Without any more thinking, his eyes closed and he fell right to sleep.

When the morning came, his bed was completely empty. The smell of food drifted through the air, and the door to Tania's guest room opened lightly and a head peaked out. It was that of a girl who looked eleven or ten, and he blinked as she saw the woman's sleeping form. Trying to be quiet, she crawled on all fours up to the bed, trying to get a good look at the guest.

When Tania fell asleep, it had been a pretty heavy sleep. It didn't last long however, she never really slept well in strange places. If she'd been in a city, she would have been able to sleep a little longer, the noise outside would have masqueraded familiarity. She wasn't in a city though, in the end it was the quiet that woke her up. That along with creaking of the house with people moving about. That was something else about Tania, it didn't matter how deep asleep she would be, once something clicked in her consciousness, she snapped out of her slumber. Green eyes opened slightly to adjust to the light and she rolled over to her side... and gasped.

At her bedside, a pair of eyes peeped over the edge of the bed. That was what made her gasp and she sat up, coppered curls with black had been bound in a braid and flowed over one shoulder, "You must be one of Jack's sisters?" she asked, "I'm Tania," she continued on in her melodic voice, trying to still her wildly beating heart from the startlement she had just received.


A timid and introverted girl who prefers solitude, enjoying activities such as reading and painting. She is hesitant in new situations and has experienced past traumas that have left her with emotional and physical scars. Her submissive behavior suggests vulnerability, but she also demonstrates some resistance when faced with unwanted advances.

"You dare go near my mom... ow!" Emma grunted as if felt her shoulder was going to break under this woman's hand, she was fast! The pen she was planning to use as a weapon was pointless as she tossed it aside and was now running her fangs across her neck. Threatening to kill.

"No... don't... please. I'll stay" she shuddered her hand trembling as she held it against her chest as if trying to stop her inching any closer to her neck. Feeling her heart pumping like crazy in fear. She had no choice. At the moment she was weak and still cold she couldn't fight now if she wanted. She would end up dead.

Tilting her neck away she tried to squirm into a less vulnerable position, which was hard enough with her being naked and pinned under this... vampire. A chill ran over her and she started to tremble " could we get warm again... please?" She muttered flushing in embarrassment.

She grinned and pulled back licking her lips as Emma tried to squirm away from her. "I will take what I want from you Emma. But your right I would rather have something warm." She slid out of the bed and picked up a phone. "Hey, ya can you send up a pitcher for me and some hot oatmeal for my guest." As she spoke she reached out and ran her fingers through Emma's hair as she smiled down at her. "Yes, she is recovering well." Putting down the phone Alexis climbed back into bed with Emma and pulled the covers up over them again. "Come here, hun. I will help warm you up."

Alexis didn't really give her a choice pulling the girl close to her and pulling away towel she leaned down and kissed her forehead. Wrapping her arms around Emma she started to rub her back and then her arms and legs as she helped work the blood back into her limbs. "Next time you threaten me I will tie you up and show you the error of your ways." She gave her another grin as she held her and there was only the material of her half-buttoned top and the thin pants were was wearing keeping their skin from touching.

Half an hour later a young woman entered the room and set a tray down in front of Emma with a large bowl of steaming oatmeal on it and a warm pitcher filled with dark blood beside it. Alexis sat up and poured herself a glass as she eyed the girl. "Your blood, hun?" The girl who looked a little pail nodded. "Thank you, come here." She circled around the bed so Alexis could pull her down into a long kiss before she softly told the girl to go to her room and rest. When they were alone she downed the first glass and took second sipping at it slowly. "Eat up, the food will help you warm up."

Emma sort of froze as she played with her hair, no one ever did that and she had to admit it felt kind of nice. She was brought back when she pulled the towel off her again revealing her naked, shivering in fear as she kissed her forehead and felt her caressing her arms and legs feeling much warmer. She blushed furiously as she mentioned tying her up to teach her a lesson. Soon enough the food arrived.

She only chewed for a moment but the oatmeal seemed to melt in her mouth, it was so good! She ate hungrily, soft happy moans escaping her mouth at something feeling and tasting so good. Scraping the spoon around the bowl she finished it off putting it back on the tray.

Leaning back on the bed she sighed softly "That was delicious... thank you" she responded wiping her mouth on a napkin. She didn't want to anger this woman anymore than needed. The threat of being tied up had made her more than aware of how this woman could snap if she done something wrong. She would escape when the time was right and when she was well.

Alexis drank about half the pitcher by the time Emma had put the bowl back on the tray. "Your welcome dear." Finishing off her glass she put it back on the tray then picked it up and set it on the bedside table with little effort. Slipping out of her shirt she lay down next to Emma pulling the covers over them again. "So your the neighbor, that explains why you were nearby but why risk the storm? Someone, to get home to?"

As she asked her questions she slid beside Emma and started to run her fingers through the other woman's hair while she ran her other hand up the woman's thigh ever so slowly. Her reaction to her hair being played with before had not gone unnoticed by Alexis, she had just wanted to make sure her new toy would not die on her before she really started to have her fun.

"I was told that there has not been very much activity since I moved in." She had had the property watched almost constantly for a few weeks but when it did not seem like a possible threat she had pulled back the surveillance and just made sure to have some cameras and alarms set up along her property line in that direction.

She slid her hand between Emma's legs and brought her lips to the girls giving her a gentle kiss before pulling back to see her reaction as she asked. "Have you ever been with another woman before Emma?" She had seduced more than enough people of both sexes in the past to know that the answer really didn't matter too much to her. Really Emma's mindset and preferences conscious or now would just determine what kind of methods she used to twist the girl to her will.

"No there's no one to go home too... not anymore anyway..." she said solemnly, looking down at the bed sheets, brushing her finger on the smooth fabric. "It wasn't so bad when I left the store and my mom's house. Only a few flakes then as I got closer it got worse and I couldn't see. Lost control of the car. I knew your place was closer to mine I just took a hell of a long time getting there." She let out a soft sigh as she felt her playing with her hair feeling rather nice right now.

"I keep to myself, I have my books I have my painting. I never want to cause trouble to anyone" she admitted. Emma was always a quite soul preferring the company of herself rather than others.

As she kissed her Emma's eyes opened in wide shock, but felt her lips starting to tense and attempt to kiss her back.As she felt her hand sliding up her legs she quickly put her hand against hers to stop her going any higher. Shaking her head "No I haven't, I've kissed girls but only when drunk." She replied honestly looking into her eyes, she was kind of pretty... blushing she looked away not wanting to succumb to her power.

Alexis was sorely tempted to ask about what she meant by not having anyone to go home to anymore. She made a mental to find out more about Emma's relationships later. "Well, I guess we are both lucky that you made it to my home." Chuckling she glanced down at Emma's hand on her wrist as if she could really stop her from doing what she wanted to.

"I have an extensive library and can have a room set up as a studio for you." She pushed her hand against Emma's hand as she added. "I can have someone bring up some wine if you prefer." Her fingers danced over her thigh even as she leaned in and kissed Emma again letting her lips linger against her. She waited to see if she would return the kiss again and was ready to slip her tongue out and press it against Emma's lips.

Emma was glad that she didn't push her to talk about her relationships just yet, it was still a sore subject both mental and physically, having scars inside and out. Her eyebrow quirked when she mentioned her large library and a studio for her too work in. "Really, that sounds... great" most people found her rather silent hobbies strange. You could lose yourself in books so easily and paint a world or scene just for yourself.

"Oh no... wine is very yucky in my opinion" She commented grimacing her face a little at the memory of all the bitter wine she tasted. Her tastes were simple and she was happy with that.

"Mmm" she moaned through her lips her hand moving away from resisting her hand in between her thigh, to place them both on her shoulders trying to push her away but found herself kissing back opening her mouth slightly to feel her tongue work inside her mouth.


A vampire girl who exudes confidence and dominance. She is seductive and enjoys asserting control over others, particularly in intimate situations. Alexis is attractive, which she uses to her advantage when manipulating people like Emma. Her personality is calculating and assertive, always seeking ways to bend others to her will while offering them something that might make them more cooperative.

Alexis was sorely tempted to ask about what she meant by not having anyone to go home to anymore. She made a mental to find out more about Emma's relationships later. "Well, I guess we are both lucky that you made it to my home." Chuckling she glanced down at Emma's hand on her wrist as if she could really stop her from doing what she wanted to.

"I have an extensive library and can have a room set up as a studio for you." She pushed her hand against Emma's hand as she added. "I can have someone bring up some wine if you prefer." Her fingers danced over her thigh even as she leaned in and kissed Emma again letting her lips linger against her. She waited to see if she would return the kiss again and was ready to slip her tongue out and press it against Emma's lips.


A smaller-than-average character, referred to as "Dwindled" meaning he has shrunken in size. He's an anthro tiger like his sister Fiona, but more shy and reserved than her. Despite his small stature, he shows a strong emotional resilience and adaptability to their unique circumstances. His physical reactions suggest that he's quite sensitive and expressive. He has tail that flicks when he's happy or excited.

Nova looked up at his sister, a blush slowly rising up his face as she spoke. He still felt a little bad about Fiona having to cut hours from her job for him, but when she was at work, he felt very lonely. He didn't want to feel like he was holding her back, and it seemed like he was the only one to think that. He hugged one of her thumbs as she lifted him up, gazing up at her, a smile slowly taking away his frown, his little tail flicking again. He leaned into her kiss, blushing further, especially as she gave him the softest, lightest peck, which almost felt like a real kiss, if not for how big her lips were to him all the same, and most likely for her, the contact on her lips would send a hunger-inducing wave of sweetness despite everything they had just gone through already.

He sat back in her palm, and realized his belly was rumbling quite steadily as she brought hunger to his attention. "I never did get to have that piece of Pocky," he mewed out, looking her up and down. "A-and... that's up to you... You probably should, if we might have company later?" he asked, giggling a bit again. "The real question I think, is if I should have bothered getting dressed?"

"Weeeelll... I'll TRY to not stuff you anywhere without asking you first this time" Fiona told him with a giggle, licking her lips after the little kiss, savoring the little shred of massive sweetness she'd just tasted. "I guess you're right though, I should probably put something on" She agreed, before heading out of Nova's room and returning to her own.

The only change to her bedroom since Nova had last seen it was that the bed sheets were gone from her bed. She put him down on her now blank bed, letting him chill for a moment as she went over to her wardrobe and pulled out some clothes. She actually bothered to put some underwear on, which may have been a shocker, but still the pink panties and bra didn't exactly do much to hide what they were covering. A black tank-top cut low enough to show off her cleavage and a pair of daisy-dukes with shredded strands hanging off the legs soon followed, and Fiona finally looked more casual, or at the very least, SLIGHTLY less provocative.

Slipping her phone into her pocket again, she came back over to Nova, who'd got to watch her get changed, and picked him up with a grin. "...So, what I said about trying not to stuff you anywhere? Let's revise that to... I'll try not to stuff you anywhere IN ME without asking first" She told him, before placing him back into the warm press of her boobs, nestling him between the mounds. She had him facing outwards so he could see where she was going, and also made sure his arms were free, not trapped and pinned inside of her. She walked back downstairs, and sat back down on the couch. She reached over and held one of the broken pieces of Pocky out for him, before resuming the movie that they'd completely abandoned beforehand. Fiona slipped her phone out, and since she held it in front of her, Nova could see as she posted on her social media pages.

*Me and Bro thinking about starting a home-movie business. Small scale at first, but BIG plans. Any of you wanna get in on the action, hmu. Just to warn you though, I don't think we'll be entirely PG-13... Like, maybe, at all, haha*

With that posted, she started to fire off messages to almost all of her friends about the ideas that they'd discussed.

Nova settled onto her bed, and laid back for a moment. He guessed her sheets were in the laundry, though she had been spending a few nights coming to his room to cozy up with him. Maybe not having sheets on her bed was her excuse... which he didn't mind at all. He watched as she got dressed, blushing brighter from the choices she made. Those pants, he could still see her panties hanging a little out of those tiny short-shorts here and there! It wasn't doing much to cover anything at all. He hoped they weren't squeezing anything of hers.

He perked up as she picked him up, and mewed as she pushed him into her cleavage, but found he wasn't being smothered in them this time, sunk in up to his torso, his chest and up resting atop her boobs, although he was bouncing and sliding about as she went back downstairs! There wasn't much to grip, and he made soft plaps against the top of her boobs, slapping them a bit as he bounced and rode. He tipped forward as she did, and then mewed again, a happy squeak as he finally got a tower of Pocky to munch on, his purring a tiny vibration in her chest.

It would take a minute, but only a minute, before Fiona received her first reply. *Count me in! Anytime anywhere!* came from one of Fiona's friends, a fellow tigress although she was fully anthro. Even through text, Fiona could probably imagine hearing the deep purring from the bubbly feline on the other side of her phone~

"Heh, I knew she'd be up for it" Fiona remarked to herself with a chuckle when she saw one of her friends almost immediately replied to her post. "Wait a second, she's got a sister who's Dwindled as well... which means she can't catch it from us. She can come right over, right now" Fiona said with a smirk. "Whaddya say, bro? Want some more tigers to play with? I think they're both as busty as me... in fact, I actually remember her little sister being, like... ridiculously chesty"

Her phone pinged quite a few times as more and more people mostly commented on her post, but a few of them were also offering up their time and attention.

Nova perked up a little as he looked at her phone and the face of her friend there. He remembered her from time to time, and her sister was just a year younger than him. The four of them had hung out occasionally before, their parents were close too. "Hey... there's no data about how anyone 'catches' this... but that's probably right... umm," he blushed, shifting on the spot. "A-Are you playing matchmaker? W-well I don't... don't mind..." he murmured, a little purring rumbling through him at the thought, wondering how those two were doing.

"Well, why don't we find out?" Fiona pointed out to Nova with a smirk, as she messaged her anthro friend, telling her "How about 'Now' and 'My house'?" in response to her comment of anywhere and anytime. After that, Fiona flicked through her messages before giving a gasp, followed by a giggle.

"Oh no, one of my friends from the beach, Gabe, looks like he got Dwindled as well, last week apparently... But he's up for all this as well, as long as... heh, as long as somebody can give him lifts where needed" Fiona said, before scrolling to some pictures of this Gabe. He appeared to be a panther demi, though he was covered in the very dark blue, almost black fur, thin fur though, so that his abs, pecs, and all his muscles, were on display. He had short black hair, green eyes, and in this particular picture from the beach... was only wearing a yellow-coloured speedo.

Ping. "...Says he's gone down to four inches. Huh, that makes him just a little taller than you" Fiona remarked with a smirk. "Well Nova, at least you won't be the only person on this venture that's your size... That's gotta make you feel better about it, right?"

The eyes of the big tigress on the other end lit up. "Hey sis! We've got a date!" she called, sending a quick reply before stomping off to change and find her sister, wherever she was, she was coming with her now!

Nova perked up her ears, frowning a little at the news. "I'm sorry to hear... and he's still probably coming to terms with it and all that... guess he wants to have something to do that still feels normal huh?" he said stretching out a bit. He didn't mind that at all, looking over him curiously, he seemed to be a bit of a show off... and he was taller than Nova? The feline couldn't help giving off a slight huff, but he shouldn't be so quick to judge. "How's he online though? Is he jumping around a big keyboard, or is he a rich family, got him one of those new micro-I-phones? It would be nice having some friends around... guess I'm gonna have to compete to be the star now though!"


A dominant and playful character, with an adventurous spirit. She is flirtatious, often teasing her brother Nova and making suggestive remarks. Physically, she is larger than average size due to being an anthro tigress. Her attire suggests she prefers revealing clothes that accentuate her curves and showcase her cleavage. Despite her provocative demeanor, she shows genuine care for Nova, ensuring his comfort even in their unique interactions.

The eyes of the big tigress on the other end lit up. "Hey sis! We've got a date!" she called, sending a quick reply before stomping off to change and find her sister, wherever she was, she was coming with her now!

Nova perked up her ears, frowning a little at the news. "I'm sorry to hear... and he's still probably coming to terms with it and all that... guess he wants to have something to do that still feels normal huh?" he said stretching out a bit. He didn't mind that at all, looking over him curiously, he seemed to be a bit of a show off... and he was taller than Nova? The feline couldn't help giving off a slight huff, but he shouldn't be so quick to judge. "How's he online though? Is he jumping around a big keyboard, or is he a rich family, got him one of those new micro-I-phones? It would be nice having some friends around... guess I'm gonna have to compete to be the star now though!"

If the big tigress' sister hadn't heard her joyous exclamations, then she certainly felt the world shake and the ground thump from her thundering footstomps. Having Dwindled down to a size of just about three inches tall, Fran' had actually quite enjoyed the time she'd been Dwindled, simply because when she was normal sized, she'd been increasingly self-conscious and shy, unlike her formerly confident and spunky self... why? Well, before she became very small, she was adjusting to a very BIG growth spurt... her boobs were massive, dominating the rest of her torso, and easily the most noticeable asset about her, especially at the size she was now. When they first started to grow so big, she became a bit of a shut-in, but being Dwindled had given her time to really accept the way she was and become more confident, though she still had some rather adorable meek tendencies at times... although when she was randy, those tended to evaporate and her old, self-assured mentality took over.

The little red-haired anthro tiger was in her room, on her desk, doing some art. A normal sized piece of paper was a giant canvas for her, and with cracked and broken fragments of crayons, charcoals and felt pens dotted around, she could easily focus on details. At present, she was wearing a big white t-shirt that was messy with different colors smudged against it, and a pair of cargo-trousers for holding specific implements so she didn't lose them, or worse... drop them off the desk.

She turned to face her door, knowing her sister would likely barge in after a while. "What do you mean, we got a date?" She questioned, hands on her hips. Unlike with others, she had no shyness or meekness around her sister.


A striking 21 years old mermaid with a body entirely covered in golden scales, including her powerful tail. She has fiery red hair adorned with pearls from clams and intense deep blue eyes that reflect both her courage and determination. Upon transforming into human form, she reveals long, pale legs and an appealing figure. Despite being captured, Lila's spirit remains unbroken; she's defiant and resistant to her captors. Her bravery extends beyond herself as she shows concern for the welfare of her fellow mermaids. She possesses a thick accent indicative of her unique heritage, adding to her exotic allure. Even in the face of adversity, Lila maintains a dignified demeanor, showcasing the strength inherent in her character.

The mermaid could feel the strong fisher's net squeeze around her body. Her golden tail trashing powerfully, scattering the water around her angrily. The Merpeople lived in shallow ocean coral reefs. Hunting fish and crab and other aquatic sea creatures. Golden scales covered her entire body, hiding her breasts with thick scales. It had been a beautiful, perfectly sunny day. Lila loved back floating on the surface of the water. Their secret cove had been discovered by a pirate ship. And now Lila was struggling within a strong net, being pulled out of the water and hoisted upon a deck. Quite rudely and roughly with a heavy thud. Angry hisses and growls could be heard from the mermaid. Her long and powerful golden scales took out several of the pirates. Who quickly got back up to their feet.

"Let... let me go...!" She demanded, in a voice that was coated with a strange and thick accent. Lila and the rest of the Merpeople spoke Atlantian. A language that was now long dead and as extinct as the city itself where they used to live before the great fall. "Let me go!" Once more her thick accented voice demanded released. As her form was now upon the deck, her tail slowly transformed into long and pale human legs and feet. Her long, fiery red hair a mess, dark, angry blue eyes looking up at the man.

It was a beautiful sunny day and with much blood, sweat and tears the pirates on The Black Rose had fortune favor upon them. Mermaids, they struck a gold mine finding the cove they inhabited and they caught many of them. They threw them down into the lower decks locked in the brig until they would remove their scales. Those scales would catch a hefty sum for sure.

Captain Sebastian oversaw his crew pulling many mermaids on deck. Many of them were very beautiful but unfortunately this was business and at times business became unpleasant. They needed the coin for the ship and he needed to keep his men happy. The latest mermaid that they pulled onboard was a different than the others. She was a bit fiery and as he watched as his men struggled with her and then she stood up firmly and demanded to be let go to one of his men.

Pete, who was facing her grinned. The man was very young and overconfident. "This one's mine." He chuckled instead Sebastian made his way over. "Pete, she's too much for you to handle." He pushed Pete to the side.

"S-sorry Captain." Pete stammered.

Sebastian had short dark black hair and beautiful green eyes. He held her gaze before he reached out and took a hold of her arm firmly. "You have a name?" He had a black coat over him his white shirt was open slightly revealing a very large scar across his chest and giving a taste of his athletic build. He had some impressive muscles from his time pirating and pillaging.

For a few moments the creature didn't answer the pirate Captain. Hard, deep blue eyes studied the man. Several of her sisters she knew were down in the brig. No doubt they would be harvested for their scales and exotic sexual needs. They always hid in deep and dark caves when they spotted a pirate ship. After all, even as Merpeople they told their own stories.

"Lila." She replied hesitantly. Her hair was decorated in pearls from clams that she had found strewn across the floor of their home world. Her naked form pale vulnerable. Her eyes landed upon the scar, absently wondering how he had acquired it. No doubt a sword from the looks of it. The mermaid said nothing more to the pirate Captain. "Let my sisters go." She demanded, the net having been moved away from her body.

"Lila..." Sebastian repeated her name. His eyes slowly took in her form. Examining every curve and dip her body showed. He wondered if her skin was as smooth as it looked. "I can't let let you go. It's just business and you and your sisters are very valuable. They will be attended to my men but you have all my attention." The pearls and clams in her hair only added to her beauty, he'd allow her to keep those. It had been some time since he had the affections of a woman.

The whores he had were a temporary pleasure he needed someone to claim as his own. Well this mermaid could be what he was looking for. "Mr. Tanner! Hoist anchor! You have the bridge! We've hunted enough for today." he yelled to his first mate.

The ship came alive as Mr. Tanner began yelling to the men orders. "Come on you dogs! You heard the Captain!" The men got work speedily as they hoisted the anchor and began to cast off away from the cove. Sebastian pulled Lila toward him and was going to toss her over his shoulder and carry her. Carry her to his quarters, he'd have to see if she was worth it before he decided if she was perfect for him.

"Put me down!" The mermaid demanded, putting up quite a fight for her slim form. The ship had instantly become like a busy ant hill with its men scurrying around to obey the Captain's orders. The captured mermaid put up a struggle as the ship began to steadily sail away from the hidden cove. Its sails puffing out with the wind as it pushed the large wooden ship out once more into the deep ocean. Whatever these men did to her, Lila knew she had to resist. And clearly the men had no intention of releasing Lila or any of her captured sisters.

Soon, Lila found herself within the Captain's quarters. Even for a pirate Captain it was quite lavish. Albeit rustic. Maps and instruments of direction were strewn about. A globe sat neatly upon the Captain's desk. Lila didn't need to question the Captain as to why she and her sisters were here or what was going to be done to them. Pirates were notorious after all. For decades, since the dawn of pirates they had been searching for myths such as Merpeople. Lila remained silent as she continued to struggle within his strong grip.

Sebastian gave her a small slap on the behind as she struggled a bit. "Settle down." She struggled and fought against his grip but he had a firm hold onto her. She wasn't going anywhere except with him. When he entered into his quarters it was very pleasant, considering it was a pirate ship. Captain Sebastian had standards for his own quarters, he enjoyed living comfortably. He set her down in the middle of the room, "You're down."

He walked toward the large desk on one side of the room and removed his long black coat and then unbuckled his belt that held his sword on his hip. He dropped both over the large red chair that had gold along the edges of the frame. There were plenty of books along one shelf and over the desk were maps, a compass, and a pair of pistols.

Lanterns hung along the ceiling of the room they were off however as the sunlight easily flooded the room. Sebastian's green eyes focused on the mermaid. He actually had never taken a mermaid, this before. Normally he left the mermaids with his men. He slowly stalked toward her and stopped when he got in front of her. "You're going to have to make the best of your situation, Lila." Being with the Captain was more pleasant than being with the rest of the pirates. The captain was well-groomed. He didn't stink like some, his hands gripped her waist and he pulled her firmly against him. His hands running over her behind and giving it a firm squeeze.

If the man hadn't been a pirate, he would be very attractive. Lila swallowed nervously, watching as the man removed his outer coat, followed by his belt and sword. For a moment, Lila thought about making a grab for the sword, but knew that wouldn't end well.

Suddenly she found herself pulled against the Captain, his strong hands gripping her behind firmly. "No!" She squirmed within his strong grip. Lila lashed out with a hand, her long fingernails leaving long scratch marks. The ship sailed easily through the waters, the waves splashing against the strong wood. The mermaid glowered at the Captain. She was more fearful for her sisters then for herself. Merpeople were strong, especially against pirates. After all, they had to be.

Sebastian hissed as he felt her nails along his arms. He pulled back seeing the long marks along his arms. "You're a spirited one." He went to retrieve his belt leaving the sword behind. Sebastian would need to deal with those hands. He pushed Lila backwards towards the bed. "You don't say much other than put me down, let me go and no."

He guided her backwards and reached for her arm, the only way to prevent her from scratching him again was to tie those hands together. Then he'd be able to handle her squirming and fighting against his grip. "I've been catching mermaids for a long time your the first one that I've wanted." He had his leather belt in the other hand and as he reached for her arm to pull her around and tie her hands behind her back he said, "You probably hate me but if you are to my liking I intend on making you mine."

The captured mermaid glared at the pirated captain with her dark blue eyes. But quickly, as if with practice, Lila's hands were quickly bound and secured behind her back. During her struggling, Lila stumbled back upon the lavish bed. "And if not?" She wondered, quickly backing away from the man. The mermaid rolled over onto her back. Struggling within the belt that secured her wrists.

"If not, then you'll be thrown in the brig with the rest of them. My men tend to let loose fairly easily and some can't control themselves. There have been a few mermaids that have died from my men... unintentionally." Sebastian removed his shirt and tossed it aside his strong bare chest had a few scars and a very long one along the center. He'd received that from a fight from another pirate Captain. Despite those scars, he was an attractive man.

He came onto the bed and grabbed Lila by the leg and pulled her toward him before spinning her onto her stomach. He gave her ass a firm squeeze before giving her a firm spank. "You're beautiful... you have a merman back home?" He spanked her again before spreading her legs apart and teasingly his fingers began to slid them along her pussy. His callous hands loved the feel of her silky smooth skin.

"What does it matter to you if I did?" Lila wondered, face contorting into a grimace as she felt his strong hand upon her buttocks before striking her between her legs. Lila had never been upon a pirate ship before. Though she had seen many of them from the safety of the cove. Mermaid only imprinted if they found the right Merman. They imprinted for life and could only have one child. The bed was surprisingly soft. The sheets silk, no doubt purchased with stolen gold. As much as Lila tried to resist the captain, the man was indeed very strong. "Wait... please... if I... If I do what you want, will you release the others?" She asked, her heart pounding as she struggled within the leather belt securing her wrists.

"I'm just curious if you've ever experienced this before." Well not exactly like this but what Sebastian planed for her was very different. The Captain paused when he heard her offer that she'd do what he wanted if he released the others. The idea intrigued him, he hadn't expected her to volunteer herself like that. Of course, he'd take her no matter what willing or not. He moved onto his side laying beside her and turned her onto her side so she could face him.

"You want to make a deal then you have two options. One, I will have my way with you and then toss you in the brig with the others. My men will enjoy all of you and then harvest your scales. Or you agree to belong to only me. You are mine to do with as I please. You will not attempt to flee, if I ever get bored of you I shall release you and give you your freedom back. If you agree to that then I shall release them. If they are caught again when my men and I hunt for mermaids I will not release them. They have better odds, however of not being captured again."

If she agreed he would release then only after his men had some fun with them. They needed to release some steam and if he tossed them overboard the men would surely be upset at the loss of gold. They would go to many mermaids to only one, and one that belonged to their Captain. He would get the coin they needed another way, well if she agreed.

There was silence from the mermaid as the captain announced his deal he would make. She wanted to say no, but if it meant the rest of her sisters would be released... "I... I'll be yours..." Lila agreed in her thickly accented voice. She knew the men would have their way with her sisters physically. But if it meant them being released after words, Lila would do it. "If... if it's riches you're after... my scales are gold... they would make you the richest pirate captain in the seas." The mermaid remained lying upon her sides. The mermaid knew she had just sealed her fate. A long, deep breath escaped from the creature as she rolled upon her back, no longer trying to squirm out of the leather belt that secured her wrists.


A well-built 30 years old man with short dark black hair, attractive green eyes, and an athletic physique honed from years of pirating and pillaging. His chest is marked by a large scar, testament to his dangerous lifestyle. Despite being a pirate captain, Sebastian has an air of sophistication about him; he maintains high standards for his personal quarters and appearance. He's assertive and confident, not afraid to exert dominance when necessary. However, he also possesses a cunning mind capable of strategizing and making deals when brute force isn't the best option. There's a certain charm about him that makes him intriguing despite his ruthless profession.

There was silence from the mermaid as the captain announced his deal he would make. She wanted to say no, but if it meant the rest of her sisters would be released... "I... I'll be yours..." Lila agreed in her thickly accented voice. She knew the men would have their way with her sisters physically. But if it meant them being released after words, Lila would do it. "If... if it's riches you're after... my scales are gold... they would make you the richest pirate captain in the seas." The mermaid remained lying upon her sides. The mermaid knew she had just sealed her fate. A long, deep breath escaped from the creature as she rolled upon her back, no longer trying to squirm out of the leather belt that secured her wrists.

Hearing the mermaid agree to his deal a small smirk appeared across his lips. "Very good." Perhaps now she'll be easier to control. "I desire riches... your gold scales will serve me well..." his fingers trailed along her neck traveling down her collarbone and then in between her breasts. "I desire more than riches."

After Lila layed back Sebastian moved closer toward her kissing against her breasts before his tongue flicked out running over one of her nipples. Her skin was smooth, and it tasted a bit salty from the ocean with a hint of freshness. The Captain could easily be harsh and firm but when he wanted to enjoy things he took his time. He was no novice when it came to lovemaking, moving his tongue expertly. Perhaps part of the mermaid would enjoy this or she would hate it but he was going to full enjoy all her body offered to him. Riches and pleasure.


A man of strong physical build, muscular and toned despite being human. His confidence radiates through his commanding voice backed by iron, making his presence intimidating to others around him. He's highly manipulative, using his intelligence and cunning to exert dominance over others. A sense of arrogance surrounds him, often smirking in satisfaction as he watches others submit to his will. Despite this outward harshness, he shows moments of false tenderness when it serves his purpose, treating those under his control like obedient pets.

"Can't bring yourself to leave, can you?" Lex chuckled. "Of course you can't, no need to answer that." Approaching her, Lex locked gazes with Kara the moment she could tear herself away from what her body was desperately starting to demand, even if she didn't want to admit it by herself. Finally standing in front of her, well within her personal space, he placed his arms along her shoulders. "You will not leave," he said. It was a statement of fact, not a rhetorical thought or a demand. "You can't. You will find you don't want to."

Still with his hands on her shoulders, he forced her back to her knees, aided by how her bodily instincts were betraying her desire to leave. "Now. I believe I gave you orders earlier, Power Girl," he said. All amusement faded, replaced by the commanding voice backed by iron. "Prove to me that you are a good girl. Do what comes naturally to you." The grip on her shoulders tightened, even as his bulge pressed against her face. "Or I will put you back in the restraints."

As he approached, Power Girl felt the severely uneasy feeling of imprisonment. It wasn't like usual, when she would be chained or locked behind steel doors or held down by some kind of alien energy beam. Those were all temporary. This was the kind of oppressive lurch one would feel in their stomach upon hearing metal bars ring out when they shut the first time for a life-long criminal sentence. Kara felt like she'd never be able to leave. that wasn't what made her uneasy, however. It was the purest sensed that she was beginning to enjoy- even want it. That is what made her want to fall to her knees and heave violently.

Her knees weren't for getting sick at that moment, however. Feeling his firm hands on her shoulders gave Kara the sense she'd been dreading she'd feel. It wasn't disgusting or even creepy. Deep in the core of her newfound being, Power Girl felt warmth and an overwhelming sense of being needed when she was pushed down in supplication. It was like getting a hot mug of cocoa from a parent. Looking up at Luthor and thinking of a father figure made Kara want to wretch once again... and at the same time, mewl. Her hands slid up his long, sinewy legs. She could feel the muscle even beneath his pants fabric. Lex was somewhat muscular and toned despite being simply human. He didn't hold a candle to her cousin, but who did?

The worst part of all of this was that it wasn't like the usual brain-washing or mind control. Either of those were much more simple. She'd either black out until she awoke in a disaster zone after a team mate finally stopped her and lifted the control, or she'd feel more like a silent, stationary movie-goer having to watch everything play out. Never had she felt so much while being so manipulated. Whatever he gave her was making Kara WANT- no, NEED to do these things. She wanted to scream. And perhaps she would later, if she was lucky.

Again the girl locked the man with a glare of defiance, but it was surely a comical sight. Her slender fingers deftly opened his pants and began to search for his manhood as if she were a whore working overtime. It didn't take long to get a firm grip on the long, throbbing member. Kara let the serpent spring free, nearly being slapped in the face. She opened her mouth more in astonishment than getting ready for the inevitable. Lex was... huge! She'd been with a few men in her time, no doubt. And while he may have been beaten by Kal-el in physique, there was no denying Luthor was the bigger of the men in this arena. It wasn't hard to discern Superman's crotch size through those skin-tight costumes anyway.

Kara glanced up at Luthor, a look of pitiful surrender in her eyes this time. She leaned forward, kissing his thick cock head tenderly. She felt like a peasant being offered the chance to please a king. Her lips sank over him slowly, taking in his heat and musk in one long inhale. Immediately her big eyes closed as she indulged herself. God, he was so masculine...

Lex observed Power Girl warring with her newfound instincts with detached fascination. He could tell that the original portion of her mind was fighting mightily against her desires, heavily amplified by the kryptonite solution. He could also tell, even before she fumbled to free his cock from his pants, that she failed. The initial look of resentment she shot him was that of impotent defiance, yet even that didn't last when she finally witnessed what her brain was pushing her towards in full. Mercy had much the same look initially as he'd broken her down as well, though the poor woman unfortunately couldn't come close to the look of sweet defeat in Power Girl's eyes.

"That's a good girl," he sighed in satisfaction as her lips made contact with his cock before beginning to swallow it outright. It had been an elegant solution, really: use the kryptonian's senses against her. They could seem to see and sense things with far greater acuity than humans could, so he ensured the solution would hone in on him. His scent, his physique... his cock. Soon, it would be the first thing she'd ever focus on with him. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?" he asked, running a hand through her hair like he would an obedient pet.

"I think you'll find the more you behave like a good girl," Lex said, firmly—but not forcefully, not yet—urging her to take more and more of him into his mouth by pressing against the back of her head, "the better you will feel. You should be feeling some of that right now, actually." He smirked again—he'd had plenty of women service him like this before, but seeing one of his hated foes doing so almost willingly made the experience far more pleasurable than her punch-drunk efforts would suggest. "Go ahead. Keep going. You will enjoy the sensations." He chuckled. "I guarantee that it will be hard to think about anything else."

Already Power Girl's mind was awash with dark desires and indulgences the likes of which she'd never dreamed. She didn't think a moment on the fact that she was in some tower, or underground bunker, with the most devious man in Metropolis- possibly the world. All she wanted was to let herself go and continue her oral fascination with the beautifully throbbing organ in her mouth. She sank over Lex's dick slowly, feeling every vein and ridge with her lips and tongue. Kara began to suck on him, giving a low, soft moan of need. Her strong hands ran up his legs, holding on for support as her mind filled with Luthor's being.

Suddenly, for just a moment, her better judgment and will caught a leg up in the fight over her brain. She pushed at the man's legs and came away from his cock with a pop of suction. Kara stared, wide-eyed at the saliva-slick erection in her face, then up at the man it grew from. Her lips quivered in disgust at herself. How could she have done such a thing?! And why did she want nothing more than to continue...? The moment of clarity was soon over. Power Girl's eyes softened and her lips stretched into a drunken smile. She replied simply, "Yes... sir..." and dove over him again. Her mouth filled with hard meat as her hunger for cock was more than renewed. Kara's arms snaked around Lex's legs and hugged him to her immense bust as she worked to get his dick down her throat. It was a tight fit, but she felt her esophagus finally give way.

Lex stood firm, even as he could feel the desperate force Power Girl was exerting against him as she devoured his cock. But he couldn't stop grinning—he knew he had her now. From now on, thoughts of satisfying her new desires would always cloud her head, as urgent a need to her as breathing, sleeping and eating. All focused on his pleasure. He could see her eyes almost clear, her brain almost assert itself again... before her eyes utterly glazed over. There was no escape for her, not anymore.

He eagerly looked forward to rewatching this moment from the camera recordings too. The moment when a proud superheroine broke, descending into a cock-hungry whore. "Are you feeling it?" he asked. Lex was unable to stop himself from gloating. "Are you feeling the sympathetic reaction, Power Girl?" He paused, hiding the motion as considering his next words as he relished in how her lips and her tongue descended down his cock like a velvety vise. "The more you indulge your base desires, the more you feel it, straight to your core." He sighed in satisfaction as he felt her throat practically deform itself, just to match the shape and length of his cock.

Already he could feel that he wouldn't last long. But it wouldn't seem that way to her. "Don't fight it," he demanded, his voice filling her head like a pleasant, firm cloud. "You still have to prove you're a good girl, don't you?"