A 14-year-old girl with a strong and confident personality, comfortable in expressing her sexuality. She has green-dyed hair. She is physically attractive, given her ability to engage sexually with both her younger brother and their young neighbor. Jessi is also playful and adventurous, willing to explore new experiences without hesitation. Despite her age, she demonstrates maturity in handling sexual situations and shows care towards Olivia during their intimate encounters. Her relationship with her brother suggests an unusual closeness that goes beyond typical sibling bonds.

Of course Jessi had for the moment no idea what was going through Eric's head; she was simply overpowered by this immense feeling of being filled up, her cunt being stretched beyond what she had ever experienced before, sending jolts of pleasure and pain alike up her body, making her squirm and groan and grunt and moan like crazy, her mind going all but blank, her legs shaking like no tomorrow.

At the same time, Olivia was a shaking, sopping wet mess in front of Eric, helpless against his onslaught, her cute sounds filling the room, her body shaking and shivering. She was experiencing something completely new and alien to her, something strange and frightening and also good and just empowering, the pleasure filling her body making her go crazy. More on autopilot than anything else, she kept moving her head forward and back, making in turn Jessi shake and moan like a pornstar. And as Eric now found out, Olivia was far smaller and tighter than Jessi, not only in body but, of course, in her most private areas. She was downright miniature sized at first glance, but hot and wet, her quim shivering under his onslaught, clearly making her moan and squeak in delight.

Eric licked the tasty juice flowing from Olivia's deepest place through a pair of shuddering orgasms before he finally slowed, then stopped, allowing both girls to catch their breath, and their pleasure shattered minds to pull themselves back together. Sitting again on the edge of the bed, he allowed his hands to slowly caress his two lovers, his right drawing lazy circles around Jessi's bellybutton, while his left followed a path up and down Olivia's spine, "So did my love bunny, and little honey bee like my game?" He asked at last, realizing as he did so that he was still ragingly hard and that copious amounts of pre-cum were coating the head of his cock.

"Hum, I need to do something about this. Would you like to help me honey bee?" Eric asked Olivia. "Normally, I'd ask Jessi, but she cheated on our game by not keeping her eyes closed and listening in to what we were saying. So now she gets to sit out, and just watch for a little while, and it can be just us playing."

Catching her breath, Jessi cuddled closer to Eric, and at the same time, she pulled the more or less helpless Olivia towards her, allowing Eric to still run his hands over their bodies, hands which made her shiver in delight and her after-orgasm bliss. It was quite the turn on for her to have such a small girl to have fun with, the perversion was not lost on her, and she liked the idea of corrupting the pure innocent little girl. She had to thank Eric for the idea in the near future.

She giggled at the words of Eric, but as he said that she had to sit outside, she opened her mouth to protest. No fair. It wasn't really a game, he had just asked her to... but fine, whatever. With a played overdone humph, she slowly sat up, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Fine, whatever." The smile playing around her lips told Eric all he needed to know that she wasn't actually angry or hurt.

Olivia, meanwhile, was in a far less good condition, needing quite some time to catch her breath and simply lying there trying to gather her thoughts and her mind, unable to really process what just had happened and what she had gone through. It was all a bit much for her young mind, and in search of comfort, she had all but cuddled to the two warm bodies next to her, only halfway hearing what Eric was saying, but she did not in reply. As Jessi sat up, she slowly forced herself to get her bearings back. She rolled onto her back now, looking at Eric, not really understanding what he meant when she spotted his raging hard on. Immediately, her flushed face turned even more red and she tried to form a reply, but was unable to. Then, nearly not visible, she nodded, making a cute squeaking tone at the same time. Apparently, for the moment, she was unable to form words.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to bite you" Eric teased as he leaned in toward the small girl, his own body aligning above her. "I tell you what, why don't we start off with something easy, like kissing?" as he said the word, he leaned down, planting his lips on the young Latina girl's. The kiss was soft, sweet, and innocent, without the use of tongue. When at last he broke the kiss, he leaned in, and brushed her cute pig-tail away from her ear. "You look very pretty," he whispered to her, "And I really like kissing you." To prove his point, he immediately moved their lips back together for a second kiss, much like the first.

As he did this, a drip of pre-cum fell from the head of his rock hard cock and landed perfectly on the Y that signaled the top of her little slit.

Little Olivia was like molten wax under Eric, bashfully blushing and nibbling on her lower lip, afraid to even look at him, but all the time stealing looks from the corner of her eyes. She was like a deer in the headlights, a rabbit in front of the snake, so cute and innocent and at the same time alluring, so different from confident and eager Jessi, who was so strong and secure in her body and her sexuality (most of the time that is). But still, little Olivia leaned into the kiss, returned it as well, and really, she was a better kisser than one would expect; she had at least some training. She moaned slightly into the kiss, both of them, suckling on Eric's lips as she did, but at the same time also laying her hands on Eric's upper arms, holding onto him carefully, as if she was afraid that this would end if she did anything more.

And her taste... she was all sweetness and strawberries, thanks to her shampoo and a hint of chocolate she had eaten earlier, all that mixed with the slight scent of sweat and girly love juices, a tasty little morsel all around.

Eric parted his lips, to embrace, and sucking on Olivia's in return. Then his tip of his tongue slipped out, sliding softly along those same, chocolate-flavored lips, as he breathed in the strawberry scent of her shampoo. "What's the matter Honey Bee?", Eric asked between kisses, "Why don't you want to look at me, am I really that scary?"

As Eric looked down at Olivia, with a soft smile, his hands ran their way down her sides, over her hips, and down to the thighs. With the slightest pressure, he pulled her legs open. As he leaned back in for his next kiss, the underside of his ridged length pressed down, parting her lower lips much as his tongue parted her upper pair. The difference being that while his tongue probed gingerly into her mouth, his cock slid along the length of her slit. Instinctively, he started thrusting, running his length, from the base to the tip along the prepubescent girl's very sensitive clit.

The only sound that Olivia made at Eric's question was a moaned, breathy ''Meep''. Unable to really form words, her mind too occupied with these strange, new experiences, and this overwhelming desire inside of her, she couldn't really do anything. But, like said before, she did not resist. On the contrary, she leaned into him, softly holding onto him, returning the kiss tenderly, unsure of what to do and like molten wax in Eric's fingers.

A moan escaped her as she felt Eric's hard member sliding along the sensitive, quivering, and sopping wet slit of hers, a shudder running through her body as the tip of his member touched her very sensitive clit, making her gasp in delight and confusion alike. She was shaking in desire under Eric, a small, tight body, hot and bothered, shaking with lust and desire and confusion alike, all but whimpering, her face flushed, her breathing hot.

After a short time, Eric's tongue started working its way slowly into Olivia's mouth the longer they kissed. Each stroke of his shaft started with his head pressing slightly into the opening, stretching it slightly before sliding up to again slide against her sensitive clit. Thus far, she was too tight for him to enter, but with each stroke, she stretched a little wider, and he dove a little deeper. The problem was, Eric was so hard, and worked up that he wasn't sure he could last until she was able to fit him inside her tight little cunny.

As it happened, he didn't. After several minutes of thrusting and panting, Eric had managed to squeeze his entire head into her too tight hole when he finally came. It was a powerful orgasm, the first two spurts going deep inside Olivia's soaking wet love hole, before her spasms squeezed him back out, to once again rub across the bud of her clit; the third spurt splashed across her belly and chest, coming just short of her left nipple; the fourth and fifth left a pool on her mound, just above her slit.

Finished for the moment, Eric fell to his side, panting for air. The entire time he'd been trying to squeeze into Olivia's cute little body, he'd also been kissing her, with hardly any time taken to even breath. "OK Jessi... I think... you... can come out... of time out now," he said gasping.

Laying under Eric, shaking and shivering, not sure what had just happened, Olivia couldn't do anything but to hold onto him and kiss him back, squeaking and moaning in her subdued voice, as if she was afraid of being too loud, her eyes closed, her face flushed, a meek little thing that, however, burned up in desire and lust and had no idea how to deal with it. It wasn't like she had an orgasm, not really, but it felt damn good and fine, her mind not able to cope with it, confused and hazed and just a bit overwhelmed with it all. And perhaps it was one, she couldn't say anyway.

Thus, as Eric fell to her side and panted, she pushed against him out of instinct, seeking his warmth and stronger, bigger body, kissing him back, nibbling on his lips, and snuggling up to him. And she did even smile, seemingly quite happy with the moment.

Next to her, Jessi smirked at the two of them. "Awwwww, but I wanna watch you two, you are just too cute," she said with a smile and then skidded over to Eric's other side. "Nice show lover-boy... So, is there any left for me in, say, about five minutes?"

"Maybe," was Eric's breathless, grinning reply to his sister's question, "that depends on how hot you can get me as you help clean our little Honey Bee up." After that, he turned his attention back to Olivia, returning her kisses with equal vigor. "You really like playing grown up games and naked snuggle time, don't you? I'm happy Jessi brought you over to play with us, so are you ready for Jessi to show you some grown up games you can play with boys like me?" he whispered in her ear, as he held the little girl close.

Compared to before, the nod from Olivia was downright eager, though of course still with some hesitation and accompanied by a tone of compliance, humming eagerly. She was soft and warm and sweet against Eric's skin, all cuddly and happy for the moment, a shy smile on her features. However, she did not make any signs of letting go of Eric; it seemed she was really very interested in cuddling and snuggling for the moment, kissing him again.

At the same time Jessi watched this with a pleased smirk on her features, she was quite willing to let the two have their time for the moment; she could wait. Sliding into position behind Eric, she pushed her body then against him from behind, her perky tits pressing against his skin, her leg over his body, her arms reaching around. A moment later, her mouth was in his neck, kissing him, biting him teasingly. "Awwww, seems like our little Honey Bee does not want to let go... soooo cute."

"I have an idea. I could hold her from behind, like you were when I came in. That way, we could cuddle and kiss, while giving you enough room to get her clean." Eric's statement was made to Jessi, but his eyes never left Olivia's face. "How does that sound Honey Bee? you want to lean back in my arms, and let me hold you, and give you kisses? I promise Jessi will make it feel really good for you." One of Eric's arms reached around behind him then, coming to rest on his sister's ass to deliver a series of loving caresses "Won't you Love Bunny?"

"I sure will be a lover-boy. But come on, more animal names?" Jessi said this with a smile, and it could be heard, and with a grin, she pushed her head into the neck of Eric and gave him a kiss, then biting softly and making her way to his ear, nibbling on his earlobes.

Olivia meanwhile seemed to think about it before she nodded, a bit too eagerly perhaps, but she still was blushing like a tomato caught naked in the shower. Or something like that. A moment of moving around came, in which all of them tried to get into position on the bed, moving and climbing and Jessi giggling now and then, naked bodies pressed against one another like a very dirty game of twister or something.

Finally Olivia leaned back against Eric, her hands holding onto him, while Jessi knelt before her, giving her and Eric a lewd smile, then leaning forward and first kissing Eric, which meant that she pressed her chest into Olivia's face and then the smaller girl. "Now then..."

Eric grinds after as Jessi broke off from her kiss "You don't like your nickname? But you're the one who came up with it, remember?" Leaning over, he began speaking to Olivia in a whisper that Jessi could easily hear. "Last weekend, when we were coming back from skiing, she said 'I'd love to play Playboy-Bunny with you,' all I did was shorten it up a little." With that, he kissed her neck, then her cheek, followed by her lips, where he let his tongue slip into Olivia's mouth and held her tightly in his arms. After a deep, passionate kiss, he then turned his head to watch as his sister tends to their new little lover.

If there was something like paradise on this earth or beyond, Jessi was sure it looked a lot like this. While Eric kissed Olivia, who all but melted into him and went all soft and stiff at the same time, her hot breath on his face, her cheeks flushed, Jessi put her hands on Olivia's soft skin and began to caress her sides and flat stomach, putting her lips onto her flat chest and beginning to kiss and lick and suck on her small pink nipples. With expert motions, at least it looked like an expert to anyone watching, the teenage girl began to slowly kiss her way down, all the way caressing Olivia's skin and muscles, running her fingers over her body, her lips kissing and sucking and now and then licking, down to her navel and then beyond, taking great care to lick up all the cum of Eric.

The smaller girl meanwhile watched with baited breath, moaning softly and cutely in Eric's arms, her hands digging into his limbs, holding onto him, her body leaning against him.

Eric watched the slow erotic display, as his sister made a show licking and kissing her way down Olivia's body. "Wait," Eric said just as Jessi finished cleaning up the warm, sticky pool on Olivia's mound and was about to move on to hey tiny cunt, "Don't be greedy sis! Come give our little Honey Bee a kiss and let her have a taste too." Then leaning over to Olivia's ear, he whispered, "And if you like the taste of baby batter, then you can have some more when you clean up Jessi in a little while, OK? And if you don't, well, Jessi likes it best when I squirt it inside her, Isn't that right, Jessi?"

"Oh-Okay..." whispered the all but awestruck Olivia, who was still watching Jessi lap up the cum lovingly and slowly, downright sensually, her face flushed and her small, tight body shaking with lust and strange confusing desire.

"Yes it is. I love when you do that," replied Jessi with a smirk and came up again, her hands still fondling Olivia's nubile body, one hand now on her chest and playing with her flat titties, pulling at one of her nipples while the other stroked down to her legs, fondling her there. The next instance, the green haired teenage girl captured the smaller girl's lips in a kiss, a passionate, loud, sloppy kiss, suckling on her lips and pushing her tongue into her mouth, catching Olivia off-guard, but she too moaned into the kiss. It was a downright debasing, wild, debaucherous sight to behold, and Jessi knew that very well. While Olivia's eyes were closed, Jessi looked at Eric, judging his reaction and winking at him, before then pulling back. "Hmmmm... like the taste?"

Of course, Olivia didn't really reply; she just hung there for a moment, her face a mask of confused pleasure and longing, prompting Jessi to giggle in delight. "Oh my, how cute... Hey Eric, are you ready for me? Cause your big sister needs some good fucking, she's horny and randy like a beast."


A 12-year-old boy who exudes confidence and assertiveness beyond his years. He has a strong, dominant personality that allows him to take control of situations and lead others effortlessly. Despite his youth, Eric demonstrates a surprising level of sexual knowledge and prowess. He's also quite manipulative and persuasive, able to convince others to participate in activities they're not initially comfortable with. His relationship with his sister shows a deep bond between them that extends beyond normal sibling relationships.

"Oh-Okay..." whispered the all but awestruck Olivia, who was still watching Jessi lap up the cum lovingly and slowly, downright sensually, her face flushed and her small, tight body shaking with lust and strange confusing desire.

"Yes it is. I love when you do that," replied Jessi with a smirk and came up again, her hands still fondling Olivia's nubile body, one hand now on her chest and playing with her flat titties, pulling at one of her nipples while the other stroked down to her legs, fondling her there. The next instance, the green haired teenage girl captured the smaller girl's lips in a kiss, a passionate, loud, sloppy kiss, suckling on her lips and pushing her tongue into her mouth, catching Olivia off-guard, but she too moaned into the kiss. It was a downright debasing, wild, debaucherous sight to behold, and Jessi knew that very well. While Olivia's eyes were closed, Jessi looked at Eric, judging his reaction and winking at him, before then pulling back. "Hmmmm... like the taste?"

Of course, Olivia didn't really reply; she just hung there for a moment, her face a mask of confused pleasure and longing, prompting Jessi to giggle in delight. "Oh my, how cute... Hey Eric, are you ready for me? Cause your big sister needs some good fucking, she's horny and randy like a beast."

"I know you do, that's why you keep telling me to do it," Eric replied with a smile, that turned into a teasing smirk. "But one of these days, you're going to forget to take your pills, and it's going to get you into trouble."

With that Eric began disentangling himself from Olivia, laying the small girl on her back as he slid out from behind her, revealing his throbbing erection. "In the meantime, why don't you get on your hands and knees and start licking our little love's kitty clean; I did get some inside her before she squeezed me out after all. And while you do that, I can give it to you from behind, nice and slow."


A physically attractive individual, given the strong desire Lexander has for him. His eyes are particularly striking, changing colors between bright blue and gold under intense emotions. He' submissive and somewhat fearful, yet there's an underlying strength to him that allows him to endure Lexander's torturous pleasure. Despite his initial resistance, he shows a deep craving for the vampire's touch and bite, suggesting a hidden desire or fascination with the macabre. This duality of fear and longing makes his personality complex and intriguing.

That second part, however, had him shivering and struggling inwardly, "L-little... lamb..." Edonilhad moved uncomfortably against the bed... the humiliation keeping those cheeks a light read, and his body heated... why was he doing this? Why was he all but begging to be tormented and bitten? He didn't know what was going through his own head... only that he wanted everything he was being offered, though even he knew it was out of character for himself...

Lexander raised his eyebrows when he saw his Little Lamb's eyes change. What was he and why did his blood call to him so badly? It was torture for himself not to have his fangs sinking deep into is flesh, but he dared not to show Little Lamb. He chuckled and flashed his fangs once more. "Is that a statement or a question. Hard to tell." He moved so he could grasp the cloth of Edonilhad's pants and underwear, yanking them off quickly. He smirked when he saw the male's erection. "So much arguing earlier... yet look at your reaction to me." He said, still careful not to have skin-to-skin contact.

He grinned and looked at him when he said his nickname. "Again, this time more confident in what your name is." He licked his fangs slowly and chuckled a little. He leaned over the bed and barely touching, he ran his finger down Edonilhad's body. "I can make all the suffering and agony go away if you just have more confidence in your words." He licked his lips slowly.

Edonilhad writhed in those bonds... He swallowed hard at the next words... his lips were trembling from the rise in desire and the feelings of being cornered into more than he was actually ready for... That insane craving was all that had him able to overcome those barriers and he was still feeling that fear that came from being far outside his comfort zones... it was a toxic and alluring mixture indeed... and it seemed, to him, that Lexander was far more in control... He had no idea that as much as he felt the call, so did the vampire that was looming over him... they were both in this web together, and both needed each other to feel the completion they so desperately needed and wanted...

He let out another sharp little cry of fear and excitement as his pants were torn from him... how was he supposed to leave? Not that leaving was on his agenda at all for the moment... but he would eventually ponder it once the dust settled... what he did immediately realize was that the lack put him entirely at Lexander's mercy... "Ahh... nnn... L-Little... Lamb..." He tried again... but his voice remained trembling in that frightening heat that surged through him and made him squirm against the bed.

Lexander sighed and kissed the male's thigh just barely grazing his fangs across the delicate skin, making tiny little cuts. He groaned slightly and smirked. "Still not good enough if you want me to end your suffering. You have one last try or you do not get to release all of this build up." He growled softly as he gripped the male's erection stroking slowly just to keep the tied up Little Lamb on the brink of going insane from all the pleasure buildup. He licked the two little cuts slowly as he moaned from the taste. His own eyes flared with power burning that bright violet then faded again.

"I could always go find another who would do everything I saw just to have a small taste of what I want to do to you. Some of the others outside would call you spoiled, as you see I have no other submissive to this present day. They keep dying on me from me taking too much. Yet, you stay on your feet no matter how much I take, how?" He asked.

Edonilhad squirmed in those bindings from the kisses, but it was the feeling of those fangs that sent the true shivers along his spine... causing a loud moan to escape... the cuts only barely let a drop or two escape before they healed... truly an incredible creature... Hunters could survive things that humans stood no chance against... His fingers dug into his palms as he trembled beneath that pursuit... then that hand reached down, running along his length and causing him to arch into it. "P-please..." he begged, "I-I need..." He pressed his legs as much as he could to move on the bed...

Edonilhad didn't know what to say... could it be true? Was he stronger? what was it that the other took from them? Surely he had not taken that much? He felt.. alive... on fire... anything but weak in the sense of getting close to death... if anything he wanted to feel what he had earlier... more... longer... deeper... "I want... more..."

Lexander chuckled when he heard the male moan. Oh, that wonderful sound of pleasure. He loved to torture and inflict pain, sure, but his favorite sound is when his subs made that sound despite the pain and torture he put them through. He watched as the wounds healed before he even could heal them himself. Now that was a puzzling mystery. The male tasted human enough, yet something different. Something that made his blood extremely addictive and made Lexander insane for it.

He licked his lips as the male squirmed with the need for more pleasure. "Say it properly and be rewarded for obedience. Both what I am and who you are to me." He growled and suckled on the inner thigh gently. "If not, I will have to punish you, and I am sure you do not want that. I would be very disappointed." He purred.

Edonilhad shuddered as the other continued to press and drag out those pretty sounds... getting him to writhe and making thought, as well as any resistance, seem to melt away and slip out of his mental grip. He was so heated that he was barely certain of how he'd gotten here... Only that what was happening was making him a thirst for relief... and that he wanted those teeth to sink in... for that mouth to draw out more blood, and it mattered little where from...

"You are... Master... and I am... Little Lamb..." He gasped out, pulling against those bonds in the growing restless lust for more... to get what he needed... to feel those teeth tear his flesh... Those hips moved eagerly against the bed and his mind swam in the enticing memory of what had happened and what was to come... "Please!!"

Lexander loved the sounds Edonilhad was making so much. He watched the male pulling at the restraints and chuckled. "Oh little lamb. You are the one who is prolonging your suffering. I want to give you the pleasure for a reward." He responded.

He grinned when he heard his Little Lamb admit and say the words. He let out a hungry growl and bit down into the flesh off his inner thigh. He moaned as the blood touched his tongue and began stroking Edonilhad's erection faster, working it. See such pleasure, Little Lamb. His voice rang out into Edonilhad's mind.

Edonilhad trembled in that grip and then that bite came and his cry echoed through the whole room... his muscles tightened slightly as that streak of desire raced out to every nerve in his body... he clutched at the bindings... and it only took a couple of strokes before he spilled... those eyes closed in the rush of pleasure...

Pure lust seemed to come with the blood that spilled into Lexander's mouth... and with it a small surge of power... but it was enough to know... heat... power... life... the vampire could feel his body empowered... his weaknesses disappearing as his hunger started to drain away as if it were nothing more than a passing thought... it wasn't fast... but it was noticeable... and the one under him was thrashing in those upper bindings from the ecstasy it was causing him... that heart remained strong and fast... as if Lexander could drink forever... but he would know now that the blood he took from this one would leave him feeling as if he'd fed on an army rather than a single creature... he wouldn't need more for days!


A dominant character, exuding an air of authority and control. He's physically imposing, with sharp features that are typical of vampires in folklore: pale skin, piercing eyes that flare brightly in hues of blue and gold, and prominent fangs. His personality is characterized by his sadistic enjoyment from inflicting pain and pleasure on his submissive partner. Despite this, he also possesses a sense of humor, often chuckling or smirking during their interactions. His craving for Edonilhad's blood suggests a strong desire which he balances with an equally strong self-control.

Edonilhad trembled in that grip and then that bite came and his cry echoed through the whole room... his muscles tightened slightly as that streak of desire raced out to every nerve in his body... he clutched at the bindings... and it only took a couple of strokes before he spilled... those eyes closed in the rush of pleasure...

Pure lust seemed to come with the blood that spilled into Lexander's mouth... and with it a small surge of power... but it was enough to know... heat... power... life... the vampire could feel his body empowered... his weaknesses disappearing as his hunger started to drain away as if it were nothing more than a passing thought... it wasn't fast... but it was noticeable... and the one under him was thrashing in those upper bindings from the ecstasy it was causing him... that heart remained strong and fast... as if Lexander could drink forever... but he would know now that the blood he took from this one would leave him feeling as if he'd fed on an army rather than a single creature... he wouldn't need more for days!

Lexander fed on this male so hungrily and moaned as he did so. It was causing him such a rush to the build up of his own. He growled a little when the male did not hold out for very long, though he could hardly blame him considering how much he worked him up. It still did not make him very happy.

He pulled back from the bite and reached up using a sharp nail to cut the restraints on his wrists. "Now be a good Little Lamb and please Master." He said and laid back allowing the blood to drip down from his mouth to his neck. He removed his pants and laid there slowly stroking his large erection. "Master needs his release as well."


A humanoid monster who possesses traits similar to that of a deer, including ears that can perk up or flatten. He is young physically strong but not immune to fear or pain. He values his tribe deeply, showing loyalty and concern for their welfare. Despite being in an unfamiliar situation with Vincent, he demonstrates adaptability and curiosity, especially towards human technology. He also has a sense of humor as shown by his reaction to Vincent's question about his diet.

"Yeah, but at least I was lucky enough to get saved by you." Azriel gave a smile, very happy that the man had been nice so far. He didn't know what he'd have done if the man had tried shooting at him. Well, he'd either be dead or have worse wounds; either way, he figured he would most definitely have died one way or another. Though the hunter was nice, the monster busied himself with imagining a very complicated b-line home, just in case Vincent wasn't all he seemed to be and tried following him.

Azriel watched in amazement as the needle pierced his skin without much pain; all he felt was a small pinch, then it was gone. When the stitches were finished, the young man took a deep breath, knowing that it was now time to set his arm; he wondered how well the painkillers would work for it, and though he wanted to believe they'd miraculously take away every bit of pain, he was still quite scared from the anticipation of that not being the case. Hesitantly, he held out his arm for the man.

Vincent finished by wrapping Azriel's leg with clean bandages before patting his knee absently, "Good, now it's time for your arm." he pulled out some straight braces and zip ties so that he could splint Azriel's arm and put it in a sling so it wouldn't bounce around to much. He thought the other might pass out from the pain and if he did that would be handy really, much easier to stow him away and bring him home that way but either way it would be fine.

"Try to relax," he told Azriel as he set up the splint and got ready to do this. He knew that if the other tensed up it would just be harder to do so it was better to take him by surprise. "On the count of three, one," he snapped his arm back into a straight line before the other had the chance to 'brace himself' and tense up. He put the braces around it and tightened the zip ties around it to hold it in place.

Azriel nodded, doing as he was told; even as someone with only the herbs and spices he could forage as medicine, he knew very well that being tense would only make any kind of injury hurt worse. The monster let his arm go as slack as he could possibly make it in the situation and looked away, trying to get his mind off what was happening so he could feel as little pain as possible. As Vincent said he would count down, Azriel took a deep breath, attempting to relax himself more with a sort of meditation, but just as he was letting it out, pain shot up his arm.

His nails dug into his thigh with a yelp, and, for a moment, his vision went black. If it weren't for the adrenaline still coursing through his system from the snake attack, he most definitely would've passed out for a little while; he was still hazy for a minute afterwards, though, and in that time he wondered if he should just curl up and succumb to the allure of sleep. After all, he wasn't built to be a warrior; he just liked the job for the benefit of not being pressured to marry a girl and the rumor that there were a bunch of gay men within the village guard. With the defeat of that fact, the monster gave up his struggle for consciousness, and as he leaned forward to lay his head on the man's shoulder, his eyes closed.

Vincent smiled a little when he saw the dazed look on the other man's face, he hadn't passed out but he was close. Carefully he tied the other's arm to his chest in a sling to keep it from jostling around. Once that was done he took the back of Azriel and dipped him back till he was laying in the backseat, across the padded cushions. "You rest here for a bit," he advised. "I'm going to go deal with the snake."

He hoped that Azriel would see that he needed to rest before the trip back and let himself fall asleep in the backseat. He closed the door softly and walked away, letting the other man see him walk away to go check out the snake he had killed, he could skin the monster here but decided it would be better to do it elsewhere so he started the process of dragging the monster to his truck. He also moved Azriel's knife to be in the middle of the puddle of blood, just in case anyone came looking for him, hopefully they'd think he was dead.

Azriel was a bit disappointed to have the warmth of the man taken away, but it's not like he wasn't used to not being all snuggly when he slept. In his half-conscious state, he heard Vincent say something about rest, and gave a mumbled "mhm" in response. With the exhaustion of all that had just happened now catching up to him, the monster hardly cared about the sound of the door closing, even knowing that he very well had no clue how the machine worked or if he could get out.

The monster lifted his eyelids for just a moment to watch the man check on the snake, and with the thought that this man was only interested in predators, he curled up on the, quite comfier than what he was used to, seat. It wasn't long at all before he was fast asleep, catching up on quite a few nights' worth since the guard had been picking on him, giving him night watch duty.

Vincent stowed the snake monster in the back of his truck, doing it more carefully and subtly then he normally would so he wouldn't wake Azriel up. Once the body was tied up and covered by a tarp so it wouldn't get knocked around before he got in the front seat of the car. he glanced back to make sure that the deer was still asleep and nodded when he saw that he was. He shrugged off his jacket and reached back to drape it over him to keep him warm while he slept.

That done he started up the car and started to drive back towards the city, every now and then he glanced back to make sure that Azriel was still asleep. No one stopped them as they left the woods, maybe technically someone was supposed to check if he had been poaching but no one actually cared, he was in a great mood now!

Azriel slept rather peacefully, only stirring a bit when the truck first started up; the unusual noise was quite alarming, but once they began moving, the feeling comforted him, reminding him of when he was a child and would catch rides in the wagons during migrations. The young man clung lightly to the jacket, enjoying the bit of warmth it gave, with a small smile on his face.

Perhaps one or two hours later, the monster nodded back into consciousness, and remembering the previous events, forced himself to get up instead of falling back asleep. With a yawn and small stretch as he lifted himself, he opened his eyes, though he soon noticed he wasn't in the woods anymore. He looked around as his ears flattened, certainly quite panicked by the sudden change of scenery. "Vincent...? Where am I...?" Had the hunter really betrayed his trust? He wanted to give the man the benefit of a doubt and consider the possibility of another hunter finding and taking him, but he highly doubted that.

"Hm, oh you're awake," Vincent said glancing back at Azriel with a smile. "With how hurt you are you could get an infection, or fall behind as they move. I decided it would be best to take you back with me. We're almost home," He added adjusting the mirror. "Go back to sleep if you can, you clearly needed it. Oh and keep your head down, this isn't one of those cities where monsters are considered people, it wouldn't go well for you if people see you," she chuckled.

"How do you feel?" He asked, "You could have another pain killer if you want. Usually it's one every four hours but," he shrugged. He was acting like this was all perfectly normal, why wouldn't a monster want to live in an actual home rather then the woods? he had a lot to offer Azriel, he'd find out what the catch was later.

Azriel very quickly heeded the warning, lowering himself so that he was laying down again, though he propped himself up on his good arm a little in an effort to keep from falling back asleep. He took in what all the man had said for a moment, trying to figure out just how he felt about something like this; sure, human society had so many interesting things to offer, and exploring it would be one hell of an adventure, but he would be leaving behind family and friends, possibly forever.

He gazed at the man, so plain looking that he wondered how in the world humans were able to dominate monsters so much. Well, if anything, the machine he was driving was reason enough—monsters had their claws, horns, wings, and whatnot; they'd never needed the amount of advancements humans had. Sure, they had the brains for it, but why create tons of tools when your body already comes with plenty of the things you need? They'd already had all the advancements they required by now.

"I'm alright..." Admiring the way he handled the vehicle, Azriel soon let out a sigh. As much as he'd love to learn about it all, he couldn't abandon everything he'd known and worked hard for. "I appreciate it, but my people need me. I'm strong, and I don't get sick often, so I doubt I'll get any bad infections. Besides, it's a risk I'd need to take, and even if I did fall, my village isn't in the habit of abandoning our weak. I don't know where they'd go after this trip; if I'm gone too long, I could loose them forever."

Well that was a shame, he was hoping that Azriel would go along with it without having to be forced but it seemed like this wouldn't be the case anymore. He chuckled and shook his head. "No, we've been driving for a couple hours and we're almost to my home. There's a body in the back under the tarp and I'm not driving two hours back there to drop you off and two hours back with that in the back, that would be six hours with that in the sun for it to decompose." He explained gesturing to the back.

"You'll have to wait until after I've dealt with that. And who knows they might have already moved on by then, after all your knife is back there in a puddle of blood, they might think you're dead." He shrugged and turned down another road, they were only a few blocks from his home now. "I'm not sure that's even a good idea though, if they do move on before you can get back that's a death sentence isn't it?"

Azriel definitely couldn't argue with the more immediate problem of the corpse; he wouldn't want to get in the way of what the man was doing just because of his own selfish wants. It wasn't the way of a warrior—be selfless. Don't argue with those helping you. The monster gave a sigh, remembering his training and how patience was a large part of being a good fighter. "It's alright, as long as I'm not gone more than a couple days."

Azriel bit his lip, worried by the thought that his family and friends might think he's dead; he wouldn't want to bring them that kind of unnecessary pain. "Well... not necessarily. I know the direction they're going, so if I only rest at night, I should be able to catch up to them." Well, he did have a hurt leg, so that'd definitely be a hindrance. He worried about how hard it'd be himself, but he couldn't just loose everything he'd known and cared for. "It'll be really hard, but I have to try..."

Vincent nodded, he was glad that Azriel wasn't arguing with him dealing with the body, it delayed having to deal with the realization that Vincent wasn't going to let the deer go home to when they were in his home where he had the high ground. He hummed noncommittally when he insisted he needed to try, they'd see about that.

After another minute they pulled into his garage, he pressed the button to automatically close the door, as it closed he got out. Once it was fully down he opened the back door to let Azriel out. "Come on out, I'm going to bring the snake into my work room and then I'll be back out. Are you hungry? We can get something to eat," he commented as he moved to pull the tarp off the back. "Do you eat meat or are you like a normal deer?" He asked, he wasn't sure, he didn't have much to do with deer demons.

With Vincent remaining silent, Azriel just peeked out the window, hoping everything would be OK as he watched the unusual shelters do by. They were rather pretty, though he wondered just how much time it took to make something like that; he doubted he'd seen even a fraction of the humans' bizarre creations and he was already amazed. Once they'd stopped, the monster admired the garage door, wondering how it worked.

With the door opened for him, Azriel carefully got out of the truck, coming down on his good leg first, of course. He nodded to the suggestion of eating, being quite hungry since the incident had made him miss lunch. "Yes, thank you." He then gave an amused smirk at the man's question. "I'm guessing you've never seen a wild deer eat a bird, huh? I'm just like you—I eat plenty of meat."

Vincent looked a little startled at that comment and then laughed, "No I haven't. I don't know much about normal animals, or monsters that I don't usually hunt," He admitted with a shrug. "I'll show you to a place you can sit before I come back to deal with the snake, might take me a minute since it's heavy and we don't want you straining your leg," he decided and lead the way into the living room. "You can lay or sit on the couch and I'll be right back," he directed, gesturing at the couch.

"I'll be back in a moment, don't go anywhere," he said tapping the other man's nose lightly before heading back to the truck.

Azriel laughed as well before nodding. "Alright. Thanks again for helping me; I honestly didn't think nice humans still existed..." The monster hadn't thought he could get more amazed than he already had, but walking into the living room, he couldn't help but hawk and the furniture and decor. "Your home is beautiful..."

"Yes sir." The monster's ears perked up at the nose tap, and he watched the hunter leave before sitting down. The couch was so comfy; he could just fall asleep again! However, Azriel thought it might be considered rude or something, so he resisted the urge to lie down and forced himself to stay awake. Instead, he continued to gaze at his surroundings, taking in the beauty and craftsmanship of it all.


A skilled hunter, knowledgeable about treating wounds and setting broken bones. He possesses a practical and straightforward personality, unafraid to make tough decisions when necessary. However, he also displays a kinder side by taking care of Azriel, showing concern for his comfort and well-being. His actions show that he is resourceful and efficient, able to handle unexpected situations with ease. Despite his seemingly rough exterior as a hunter, he has an appreciation for beauty and craftsmanship as indicated by the decor of his home.

Azriel laughed as well before nodding. "Alright. Thanks again for helping me; I honestly didn't think nice humans still existed..." The monster hadn't thought he could get more amazed than he already had, but walking into the living room, he couldn't help but hawk and the furniture and decor. "Your home is beautiful..."

"Yes sir." The monster's ears perked up at the nose tap, and he watched the hunter leave before sitting down. The couch was so comfy; he could just fall asleep again! However, Azriel thought it might be considered rude or something, so he resisted the urge to lie down and forced himself to stay awake. Instead, he continued to gaze at his surroundings, taking in the beauty and craftsmanship of it all.

Vincent liked being called sir, that seemed appropriate. "Thank you Azriel, I'm proud of my home. Make yourself comfortable and feel free to relax," he assured Azriel.

In the other room he unloaded the snake from the back of his truck and dragged it into his work room where he began the to process it, just enough to break it down into desirable parts to make it more easy to store in the walk in refrigerator. He could do the rest later. that done he went to have a quick shower and change into more comfortable clothes, he was back with Azriel in less then an hours. "Sorry about that, how about dinner now? I don't know about you but I'm hungry," he said cheerfully.


A brunette woman who, despite her predicament, exhibits remarkable resilience and courage. Her actions suggest she's quick-thinking and resourceful, capable of devising escape plans under pressure. She displays a calm demeanor even in the face of danger, choosing to strategize rather than succumb to panic. Despite her fear, she shows an ability to adapt and tries to understand her captor's motives. Her questioning nature and willingness to confront the unknown hint at an underlying strength and determination.

He hadn't moved from his place in the doorway, watching her quietly while she fidgeted nervously. Setting the clothing for him on the edge of her bed, Irissa didn't attempt to leave the room, simply sitting on her bed and looking away from him, giving him a bit of privacy. Not that he seemed to care for such things, making no move to cover himself.

She was still having trouble gauging him, his behavior completely different then when they were in the woods. His response was far better when she herself addressed him kindly, if not a little apprehensively. She waited for his next move, not sure of what to say to her kidnapper.

Taking the clothes offered to him, Jack pulled the sweat pants up and then pulled the flannel shirt on, his eyes held on her while she gave him privacy. "Now... we must get ready to depart. There is a meeting out in the woods for You and I." He told her, his voice low and quiet before He slowly made his way to the window, peering out through his mask.

Despite all the light the room could offer, none could penetrate his eyeholes, still showing darkness within their recesses. Truthfully, that's all they were anyway. He was known as eyeless for a reason. Of course, He hid this fact, especially from Irissa. Seeing such a ghoulish thing could put her in a permanent panic.

Irissa frowned at his words, wanting to stall him for as long as possible, "Well... don't you want to wait for your own clothes to be ready?" Irissa watched him cross the room to look out her window, now wearing the cloths she gave him with his mask firmly in place.

The brunette briefly wondered what his face looked like underneath, the ominous darkness in the eye holes making her uneasy every time he looked her way, "It shouldn't take more than an hour..." she assured, trying to think up a plan if she could get him to wait.

"..." His silence was almost audible, in that odd counterintuitive way of being it's own statement. Yet he gave a soft sigh as His head tilted upward in his gaze toward the darkness outside. "Just the hour. Nothing more. I must collect you."

After that, He turned to face her, walking up to the bed before he knelt on it with one knee, inspecting her through his dark eyeholes. "You're awfully calm for someone held against their will." He stated so outright, the intensity of his expression hidden, yet expressed through his tone of voice.

Irissa would have grinned in victory had it not been for the seriousness of the situation. One hour was all she had to try to escape him, she would have to somehow get the attention of other. Perhaps she could make it to the hallway and bang on doors. He was fast though, and she would surely suffer more than a head injury if her caught up to her again. Somehow, she would have to subdue him... a thought coming to mind as he suddenly approached and looked at her.

She did her best not to lean away from him, meeting where she thought his gaze was, trying so hard not to be frightened of the sheer darkness she found there. Why could she not see his eyes?

The brunette was quick to reply, "And you're strangely kind for someone who said they'd take my kidney." She hoped he wouldn't take offense, keeping her gaze on his face and studying the details of his old mask, "There is no reason for me to be hysterical when I can see where I stand." She added.

Slowly, Irissa stood and tucked some hair behind her ear, "I am going to make tea while we wait, would you like some?" Once she had his answer she moved to the kitchen, filling the kettle and setting it on the stove.

Jack seemed to watch her through his eyeholes with little sway, his focus quite well kept on the mission in his mind. "It would be most helpful if you didn't get hysterical. In that we agree." He commented, even if it sounded much closer to a reminded then a simple reaction to her words.

Though the aspect of tea sounded worth investing, He knee enough already to decline: his mask was to be kept on. "No, but thank you." Slowly, He rose to meet her, following on her tail towards the kitchen.

She stopped herself from sighing in frustration at his refusal, putting her teabag in a mug before sitting at the table to wait. It was obvious he was going to be suspicious of all her motives, the brunette struggling to find another way out when the washing machine beeped loudly, announcing the cycle had ended and measly making her jump from her skin.

Irissa hadn't realized how long she had been sitting there, carefully passing by the man and going to switch his clothes over to the dryer. That was when the kettle started to whistle, her heart pounding at another opportunity. As he came up next to her when they went back to the kitchen, Irissa grabbed the handle and swung it hard at his face, though he managed to duck.

She swung again, managing to splash some of the boiling water onto his skin and making him scream. She was then able to land a hit as he faltered, dropping the kettle to the tile floor noisily and running for the door. He had bolted everything, Irissa scrambling to unlock them all and getting to the chain before he charged at her. Screaming, the woman ducked under his arms and ran to her bedroom, shutting and locking the door.

The wood groaned loudly with each blow he landed with his fists, the brunette panting as she shoved her dresser in front of it. Looking around, she ran to the window, cursing the fact that she was on the third floor but throwing it open anyway, planning to climb down the dangerously rigid fire escape that was on the verge of collapsing. Landing heavily on the grated metal, she shivered in the cold air, rust crackling off everywhere she touched and feeling the entire frame shake.

Following behind her toward the stove upon her return, He would have shamefully admitted that her attack was quite unforeseen. He managed to duck immediately but the splashing water quickly wounded him and made him yowl in surprise, breaking his focused nature.

He then went into the defensive and started to duck and swing his arms to counterattack and block the appropriate blows. Yet he caught a foot to the chest and it staggered him just enough that Irissa had time to dash to the door and then back towards her room before blocking hill off entirely.

Determined, Jack swung and lashed out on the wooden door, demanding it yielded to his aggression. Yet it did not. His attacks quieted down until sudden the door exploded from force, Jack having torpedoed into the hinges hard enough to yank it free from the frame.

Dazed and battered, Jack followed out the window and stared down upon her as she climbed her way down the fire escape. Climbing out the window himself, Jack descended after Irissa, quiet and put back together as he neared her, wondering if her struck leg had healed at all, or if it was going to be her undoing a second time.

The loud crash of his body bursting open the door, sending the dresser onto its side, had caused Irissa to lose focus and almost slip. She felt the entire fire escape shift and heard metal screeching in protest as Jack climbed on as well. The brunette looked up at him, a whimper of fear leaving her as she reached the end of the last ladder.

It didn't reach the ground all the way, his advance quickly coming upon her so she dropped down to the concrete road, her already injured leg screaming with pain. "FUCK!" She cried out, clutching her leg for only a moment before getting to her feet and limping away.

The always was rather long in length, but Irissa couldn't remember it being this long before. She looked to where it opened up, the distance seeming to stretch further the more she stared. The voices were back, telling her to stop running, to accept her fate. Her vision was getting dizzy, adrenaline starting to leave and being replaced by exhaustion. It wasn't a surprise he caught up to her, his arms clamping around her own and pulling her back into his chest. "HEL-MPH!" She tried, his hand coming to cover her mouth.

Climbing down with little error, just radiating pain, Jack made his way down each rusted bar until He heard her scream, guessing her leg would be her down fall. Literally. Dropping down to the ground, correctly, Jack stood up and took chase once more corralling her with a stiff arm and a hand over her mouth to trap her in place.

Thought she struggled, the cat and mouse game was over. Whirling her around, Jack pushed her to the extent of his reach and then yanked her in tight, right into an oncoming fist that was thrown with intent to incapacitate. The strike weakened her significantly, if not knocked her out completely. Though their chase was over on an entirely new level, as he pulled her up over his shoulders and walked her off the street and back to the park, headed for the trees.

Jack walked steadily, keeping a brisk pace as they made it to the park and soon into the shadows of the trees, and quickly, civilization ceased to exist for them.

If they had walked one hundred feet into the woods it might as well had been one mile, everything faded into deep, dark trees, hidden from the world.

Irissa wretched herself from side to side, but he held her tight, suddenly flinging her forward and yanking her right back. His fist collided with the other side of her face, now injuring both cheeks, this one hitting her in just the right spot to completely knock her unconscious.

All at once, she went limp in his arms. She was completely unaware as he laid her over his shoulder, simply dangling there while he descended into the darkness of the woods, only stirring when they were deep enough that it would be damn near impossible for her to find her way out.

She shifted and groaned, slowly lifting her head to see her familiar position, "Where are we going..." she asked calmly, not bothering with a freak out and rubbing at her face to sooth the pain.

Jack didn't answer, either something had his tongue or she had done enough to nullify his sincerity. Yet he still trudged on, at least until they came to a space between the trees. It wasn't a clearing, yet it left enough room for several to comfortably gather.

Irissa was shifted off his shoulders and set down on her knees, now facing the depth of the woods like a beast staring into the depths of her own eyes. As she more then likely searched for someone, or perhaps something to save her, there came soft movement, along the shadows. Drawn across tree trunks, in different levels of depth, was the shape of a man. A tall man with large tendrils emanating from his back. Yet as she peered upon the drawing, it moved sliding off the trees, changing from 2d to 3d, now taking the form of a very tall man in a black suit, no face, no emotion and an aura that spoke of no mercy as well.

She must have pissed him off into silence, Irissa sighing heavily but not attempting to fight him anymore, her leg still throbbing just like her face. Her eyes slowly adjusted once more to the dark, wincing when he stopped and lowered her down to the ground, moving to stand behind her knelt figure.

The brunette felt nervous, a strange and eerie pit forming in her stomach while her eyes scanned the area before her. She leaned back in shock when she saw the man form, falling back against Jack's legs and feeling his hands come down to hold her shoulders, keeping her in place. She couldn't even scream, her eyes wide and staring in horror as the tall man slowly walked closer, tendrils of energy flickering out around him.

With two solid hands, Jack grabbed Irissa to hold her in place, while the man before them just drew in closer and closer. Reality bent around the being, any tree limbs around it's body just warped and puddled away from him, as if the universe truly did not want to physically connect with it.

"Irissa." Her name was spoken, undoubtedly from the being, yet it vocalized from behind and above her. The voice was not Jack's, but the muffle of his mask could assure her that it was coming from her previous aggressor.

"You will be offered an existence, an existence even you can not deny. Removed will your insecurities, your pain, Your Fears. Everything that has ever hurt you... will be shattered at your feet. I offer you a way out of this hell You call a life. I will offer you... a Purpose."

Irissa felt a large shudder run through her body at the way her name was spoken, her breath getting caught in her throat as the man came to stand right in front of her, the world around him refusing to fuse correctly. She peeked up at Jack, met only by the dark, eyeless stare of his mask.

"What purpose is that...?" She finally asked after a moment of silence followed his words, looking back at the man while her mind screamed that this couldn't be real.

"To Serve My Dark Will." The voice told her, giving no inflections or inflexibility to his tone. This was as sincere as sincere could be. She was summoned, and had been summoned for this direct purpose. She had gone toe to toe and fist to face with her collector, Jack, on the will of this masculine mystery machination.

"Your life is choking you, Day by Day, Night by Night. You're about as drowned as one could be above water. You are searching for a lifeline. I am giving it to you. Do Not Make The Mistake Of Saying No."

Fear was still heavy in her heart, but Irissa could head the genuine honesty in his dark voice. It was true that she had suffered more and more the longer her days drew on, her mind in constant battle with reality and illusion, her luck having run out long ago.

Suddenly, she felt like apologizing to the man holding her down, having not understood the purpose of his capture and hurting him in return. Despite the bizarre essence of the situation, the brunette could feel the extension of aid being offered to her.

Though, she couldn't help but have hesitance, not knowing what will become of her if she agreed or declined. "What will you do to me if I say no?" She couldn't help but ask.


A mysterious and intimidating figure who wears a mask, rendering his eyes invisible and lending an eerie quality to his appearance. His behavior alternates between gentle kindness and ruthless aggression, reflecting a complex personality that's both unsettling and intriguing. Despite his violent tendencies, he shows signs of consideration for Irissa, suggesting an underlying depth to his character. He is efficient and focused on his mission, exhibiting a sense of duty towards the faceless entity in the woods.

Fear was still heavy in her heart, but Irissa could head the genuine honesty in his dark voice. It was true that she had suffered more and more the longer her days drew on, her mind in constant battle with reality and illusion, her luck having run out long ago.

Suddenly, she felt like apologizing to the man holding her down, having not understood the purpose of his capture and hurting him in return. Despite the bizarre essence of the situation, the brunette could feel the extension of aid being offered to her.

Though, she couldn't help but have hesitance, not knowing what will become of her if she agreed or declined. "What will you do to me if I say no?" She couldn't help but ask.

"I Will Grant You Ease." He did not seem to waste words, and by how drastic Jack was for being the summoner, being put to ease sounded much more "fade to black" then relatively put back to her normal life.

This man knew more about her world then She could possibly feel comfortable with, yet He specialized in that, speaking to her heart more so then her brain. Her brain was a Liar after all, her heart was still honest, and that's What he spoke to. He spoke no other words, merely just the answer to her already apparent question.


An older witch who takes great pleasure in tormenting and humiliating others. She has a devious and sadistic personality, often laughing and displaying excitement while inflicting pain on her captive. Her actions suggest that she is mentally unstable, deriving satisfaction from the suffering of Hermione.

"Let me go, let me go, wah wah wah", Bellatrix said in a mock voice as she jumped up and down with glee. The fact that she had Hermione Granger at her mercy made the older witch extremely happy. "Shut up you little bitch you're mine now so get used to it", she snapped. The dark witch walked up to Hermione and ripped the girl's pants off leaving her in her underwear. "Now I have a few things to do so you stay here and be a good little mud blood until I return I just hope none of the others walk in and find you like this who knows what they may do", Bellatrix said with her head tilted slightly. Bellatrix cackled evilly before leaving the room, she put a magic lock on the door so that no one would be able to enter but she wanted Hermione to suffer and worry about what may happen to her.

Bellatrix made her way into the sitting room where the others sat, she took her seat amongst everyone with a smile on her face. "So what's our next plan of action"? She asked excitedly. The plan was obvious they were going to lure Harry Potter into their clutches by using his friend as bait. After the meeting Bellatrix told Fenrir to stomp around in front of her bedroom door for a bit to shake the girl inside up a little before Bellatrix went back in there.

Her cries and pleads to be released were silenced as soon as the dark witch's hands fell upon her pants. Yanked away, they revealed milky fair skin, marked only by light freckles dotting the otherwise unflawed skin. Panties covered her private area, a black cotton with white embroidery and stitches to keep it together. The panties resembled shorts more than anything, only a small version of them, tight around her slim hips and flat abdomen. She shivered as the cool air brushed along the exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She twisted and writhed on the bed but was simply unable to break the binds. Her begging remained unheard, or rather ignored, as the woman left her alone in the room.

Constantly, her chocolate eyes flickered to the door. The smallest of noises made her flinch, and the tiniest creak of wood from footsteps in the halls made her whimper in fright. This was definitely not what she had been expecting when the woman captured her. Then again, being in the dark witch's hands was never a good thing. She just had to think! That's all, think! She had yet to master magic without a wand... but it was possible.

Her concentration was broken as loud stomps sounded, nearing the door. The door handle jiggled, and she heard a low dog-like grunt and laughter from outside. Fenrir was back! But he didn't enter. At least, not yet. Hermione bit her lower lip and pulled herself up as much as she could, away from the door, to the top part of the bed as the door began to shake as the werewolf pounded on the wood. Only moments later he departed, but her fear did not. She shook like a leaf in the wind, her eyes wide, fear clear in her expression. There had to be a way out. There had to be!

Bellatrix cackled madly as Fenrir stomped around in front of the door and he even wiggled the door knob for extra affect, "Alright pup get the fuck out of here I want to go play with my new toy", Bellatrix stated. She shoved the large werewolf out of the way then stormed into the room and slammed the door behind her and made her way back over to Hermione. "Crucio... Crucio... Crucio", she shouted as she pointed her wand at Hermione. Bellatrix laughed and bounced up and down with glee as she used the unforgivable curse on the young witch yet again.

After a little while Bellatrix finally let the curse off but still pointed her wand at Hermione, "Hm what should we do next to the little mud blood? Perhaps I can remove her little undies and play with her a bit", Bellatrix stated to herself. She looked at the young which for a moment then made her way over to her and ripped her panties off. Bellatrix laughed again only this time it was more devious and even a bit seductive, the older witch ran her long slender finger over Hermione's pussy before sliding it inside her. "Whine for me you little bitch!", Bellatrix demanded.

The door opened, and because she had heard his cruel laughter, she expected Fenrir to enter the room. But it wasn't him. It was worse. Before she could say a word the painful curse was spoken again. The witch cried out in pain as her skin seemed to burn, and the fire stoked from within her chest. It felt as if she had been lit on fire, and the flames were licking every inch of her body, inside and out. Her skin turned a soft pink, as if truly hurt, as she thrashed on the bed. Over and over the flames were cast, invisible burns forming on her flesh. There was no wound to show, but she surely felt like she was going to die. It seemed like hours until the curse was released. Panting, the witch whimpered as she became still on the bed, even as the dark witch neared. She flinched as her underwear was ripped from her body, exposing the girl's womanhood. She tried to cross her legs to hide it as a darkening flush rose on the apples of her cheeks.

"Bellatrix, don't!" she screamed, tensing as the woman's hand slid between her legs, over the smooth curves of her sex, and then, a single digit into her entrance. Hermione's breath caught and a wheezing, husky scream echoed in the room as she jerked away from her, kicking at the woman as much as she could. "Get away from me, you hag! Fucking mental!"

"Fuck you you filthy little mud blood bitch!", Bellatrix yelled in response to Hermione's words. She raised her hand then brought it down hard across Hermione's face. Bellatrix then removed her finger and got on top of the girl and straddled her, she began to bounce up and down laughing madly, "I'm going to fuck you and you can't do anything about it", she practically sang out with glee. After a few more moments of bouncing up and down on the girls stomach, purposefully trying to make it hard for her to breath Bellatrix stood up again. "Now, we're going to try this again and if you fucking scream anything other then my name I will Crucio you into insanity", she said with a devious little laugh to follow her words.

Again Bellatrix ran her fingers over Hermione's sex before this time sliding two long slender fingers inside, Bellatrix giggled a bit at the feeling as she began to move her fingers around inside of the young witch. "Now WHINE FOR ME BITCH!", she demanded again.


A young witch with milky fair skin, light freckles, and chocolate-colored eyes. She has a slim figure and flat abdomen. Her personality is fearful and vulnerable in the face of her captor's torment, but she also shows determination as she tries to think of ways to escape her predicament.

"Fuck you you filthy little mud blood bitch!", Bellatrix yelled in response to Hermione's words. She raised her hand then brought it down hard across Hermione's face. Bellatrix then removed her finger and got on top of the girl and straddled her, she began to bounce up and down laughing madly, "I'm going to fuck you and you can't do anything about it", she practically sang out with glee. After a few more moments of bouncing up and down on the girls stomach, purposefully trying to make it hard for her to breath Bellatrix stood up again. "Now, we're going to try this again and if you fucking scream anything other then my name I will Crucio you into insanity", she said with a devious little laugh to follow her words.

Again Bellatrix ran her fingers over Hermione's sex before this time sliding two long slender fingers inside, Bellatrix giggled a bit at the feeling as she began to move her fingers around inside of the young witch. "Now WHINE FOR ME BITCH!", she demanded again.

The young witch's cheek was already red from the previous smack. It only increased in color as the woman's hand connected with it once more, darkening the red, to soon form a heavy bruise on her cheek. She winced as her teeth caught her bottom lip when her head was forced to the side. Blood trickled onto her tongue. Hermione winced at the taste, her lips just as red as her cheek as the woman climbed on top of her, and then straddled the young's girls waist. While Bellatrix was not entirely heavy, and rather fit for a woman of her age, the pressure of her body bouncing onto the girl's chest and stomach was enough to repeatedly cut short her breaths. The girl's cries and begging were silenced as the air was forced from her lungs, and she coughed, struggling to maintain a steady inhalation.

Thankfully, just before she felt herself get dizzy, Bellatrix slid off. And instead, resumed her previous position. Despite the pain of being penetrated for the first time (and she doubted if Bellatrix knew, that she would stop) Hermione certainly didn't want to end up like the Longbottoms. It was difficult to tolerate this, though. Hermione shook her head, strands of her hair wild around her head. "Bellatrix, please, don't," she pleaded, trying to close her legs by pressing her knees together. Never had she thought this would happen to her. And in a sickeningly morbid sense, what could she have expected? Bellatrix was quite obviously insane. Everyone knew that.


Miss Derby is a stern and authoritative figure, appearing as a mature woman with an imposing presence. She is dressed in formal attire that commands respect, such as a neatly pressed blouse and skirt. Her demeanor suggests she values honesty and discipline highly, not hesitating to implement strict punishments for violations of these principles. However, she also seems to take her role too far by exercising excessive power and control over her students, indicating a lack of empathy or understanding towards the children under her care.

Everything was quiet in the class of eight-year-olds. They were silently working on their math test, and it was fairly tricky for them. The teacher, Miss Derby, was fair but wanted to challenge the students, so she gave some harder sums with bigger numbers, as well as questions that had things like multiplication and addition or subtraction as well.

Every now and then, she walked quietly along, glancing about to see how everybody was going. She saw the odd mistake made (though obviously didn't point it out—it was a test!), but nothing else... until she was behind Lily, where she saw the girl had a little slip of paper on her lap, partially hidden under the desk. Lily didn't know she was behind her, so Miss Derby could see what it was: a times table sheet. Lily didn't need to memorize times tables or do the multiplication with that cheat sheet! Quietly, she bent down until her head was almost right next to the girl's ear, before suddenly speaking up. "What do you think you have there, young lady?"

Lily usually had trouble with her multiplication in her class, so she knew that since they were going to have a test, she was going to fail if she didn't have a cheat sheet, so she brought it in for the test and hid it on her lap barely glanced down so that she could get the answers to all the questions she was having trouble with.

Everything seemed to be fine at first, and she was getting through her test easily until she soon heard her teacher's voice right next to her. She froze up for a few seconds before quickly opening her legs and dropping the paper down before closing them again and looking over at her teacher. "J-just my test, Miss Derby. I-I studied really hard for this test, so I hope I get a good grade." She lied to her teacher, giving her a nervous smile and thinking that she didn't actually see the sheet yet.

Miss Derby frowned at that. "I don't think you are being honest with me, Lily. I think you might have been cheating, and if I'm right, that would mean you were lying to me. And you can get into a lot of trouble for lying, can't you?"

She paused, wondering whether or not to give the girl another chance to tell the truth. "So I'll ask you again, and I want you to think carefully about the answer: what do you think you have there?"

Lily stayed silent after hearing what her teacher said but nodded to show she understood. Once she was asked again, she shook her head. "N-nothing, Miss Derby why would I be cheating? I-I love school and I'm one of your most well behaved students." She was pressing her legs tighter, trying to hide the paper better.

Unfortunately for Lily, the teacher had already seen the paper. It was too late to pretend otherwise, so by continuing to lie, she was just digging herself deeper into a hole. And pressing her legs together wasn't going to make the evidence disappear, even if she wanted it to.

"...so that's your final answer. Let me tell you this now: if I were to find out that you were cheating, even if you had admitted it right at the start, that would mean zero points and a very hard spanking. If you lied about it, well, that would also mean going to see the headmaster, and I would make your spanking from me even worse. But if it turns out that you are still lying... well, I can't imagine how bad it would be for you."

She straightened up and started to turn, as though she was leaving it there—as though she didn't know the truth and wasn't going to call Lily's bluff. However, after taking just one more step, she turned back to face her. "So let's check. Stand up, push your chair out, and step away from your desk, please, Lily."

Lily knew what lying and cheating was going to get her, but she couldn't fail the test. After listening to her teacher speak again, she just nodded and stayed silent again. She didn't want to say anything more than she had to so she could better keep what she thought was a secret safe.

As the teacher turned and started to leave, she started to calm down again but soon froze up again when she heard her teacher speak again. Of course, she couldn't deny doing what she said and nodded. "O-OK miss Derby." She then looked around the class and all the other students before taking a deep breath.

She started to stand up, keeping her legs tightly together, and pushed away her chair. However, when it came to walking, she didn't know what she was supposed to do. She tried her best to walk, but as soon as she moved her leg, the paper felt out, and she turned to look at it frozen in fear. She didn't know what to do or say anymore, so she just turned to her teacher, waiting to see what she would do.

Miss Derby simply shook her head when she saw—it was obvious that Lily was still trying to hide the cheat sheet, but when it fell to the ground, it was all there for her to see. Taking her time, she walked over, picked it up, and had a look. "Just as I thought. Now, first thing first, Lily..."

She folded it up. She then took Lily's test and drew a line across the page, before writing a 0 at the top. She folded that up as well, and walked over to her desk, where both pieces of paper went into the top drawer—and a big wooden ruler came out of the same drawer. "You're going to have a very long, very hard spanking for this. But first of all, we need to see if you have been sneaking any other things in with you. Go to the front of the classroom, then take all of your clothes off. Even your underwear. One thing at a time, take them off and place them on my desk."

Lily frowned when her teacher picked up the paper and started to speak. She watched as her test was written up as a zero and put into the top drawer. As she saw the ruler came out, that's when she got worried. Being spanked by the ruler for a long time would hurt.

However, before the spanking, she was told to do something else and quickly shook her head in disapproval. "W-what Miss Derby? I-I can't do that. I-I promise I'm not hiding anything else. T-that's the only sheet I had." She didn't want to strip in front of her class because she knew how bad that was, but somehow, she didn't feel like she was getting out of it after lying so much.

Miss Derby smacked the ruler against her own hand, making a loud, intimidating noise. She tried not to wince; it hurt even her, an adult, to do that, and she would be smacking Lily's bottom a lot harder than that.

"First of all, you have been lying to me already, so I can't believe what you say. I can't trust someone who has been this dishonest, Lily. And secondly, this is part of the punishment! This isn't just going to hurt, but I guarantee you that it is going to hurt. No, it is also going to be very embarrassing for you. Now, I suggest you do as you are told before I go there and pull your clothes off of you."

Lily flinched when the ruler emitted its noise. There was no way she wanted something like that to hit her bottom, but it was already too late for her to apologize. Once she heard her teacher finish speaking again, she looked down at her uniform for a few seconds and thought about what she could do.

Taking off her clothes in front of all of her classmates just wasn't something she could bring herself to do, so she fell to her knees and started to beg. "P-please miss Derby. I really don't have anything else hidden. I-I'm sorry I lied to you. I won't ever do it again. Just please don't make me take off my clothes." She didn't know how to change her teacher's mind, and begging and apologizing was the only thing that came to mind, so she just sat there hoping it would work.

The teacher slowly walked towards Lily. Soon enough, she was standing over her, towering above the little girl who was huddled down. The only good news was that she didn't look cruel or angry, just a little frustrated, and she put the ruler aside.

"In that case, I'm going to have to do it for you. And just so you know, because of your increased naughtiness, your embarrassment is going to be even worse. Now you won't get your skirt and underwear back after we're finished. You'll just be in your shirt, shoes, and socks, with your bare red bottom showing to everyone who sees you."

And with that, she reached down and picked Lily up so easily, given how the girl barely weighed anything. She hoisted her up onto the nearest chair, and just started to undo the buttons of her shirt, being very forceful with her hands—if Lily tried to get in the way, she just slapped her hands aside and kept going, before eventually pulling the shirt off and placing it on the desk.

And then she grabbed one shoe and yanked it off, and then the other, before pulling the socks off one at a time. Those were left on the floor. Next was the skirt, again forcefully unbuttoned and unzipped at the side and pulled off roughly, trying not to let Lily interfere.

Finally, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of the girl's underwear. "Right. Stand up, and then when I pull these down, step out of them."

Lily looked up at her teacher, who was now towering above her. Due to her not looking angry, she thought maybe she had gotten out of a little bit of the punishment, but her hope soon left after she heard what her teacher had said. She wanted to protest again, but before she could, she was picked up.

Once she was placed in the chair and being undressed, she tried to stop her teacher just to get her hands slapped away. After a few tries, she finally stopped and just let her finish until she was just in her underwear. Once again, listening to her teacher's request, she didn't want to do it, but she was already mostly naked, and it might make her punishment worse if she didn't.

After taking a few breaths, she stood up and felt her underwear get pulled down, and she stepped out of them as she did. She wanted to say something but couldn't get her mouth to open, so instead, she just waited for her punishment to continue.

"I'm glad to see you're starting to obey me," Miss Derby said as she placed the skirt and underwear in her desk drawer, "although it would be better if you were doing that from the start. Now..."

With Lily standing on the chair, she was at a better height to examine and properly search. And then, she looked at the girl up and down before raising her hand to crotch level and resting her palm over Lily's vulva. "...as I said, this is a proper search, to embarrass you. It's just like in prisons, to make sure you aren't sneaking things in by hiding them in your body."

So saying, she held Lily's vagina open, prodding about with two fingers to explore and humiliate the little girl. Thankfully, it only lasted less than a minute, but she still looked closely, as well as standing aside so anyone in the class could see (for those who weren't still working on their test). "One last place to check. Turn around, bend over, then reach back and spread your bottom cheeks."

Lily just continued to stare at her teacher, trying to ignore the rest of the class just waiting for something to happen. When she finally felt Derby's hand resting on her most private area, her face turned bright red, and she listened to what was said.

Once the taking was over and her vagina was spread, followed by two fingers exploring the inside of it, a strange tingling sensation rose up through her body, causing her to moan softly, but it didn't last long since the fingers were pulled out soon.

She then heard her teacher give another command and nodded. "Y-yes, Miss Derby." She turned around and put her hand on her butt cheeks, just holding them there for a few seconds not wanting to do it but ended up spreading them, giving access to her back hole.

"Good, just like that," Miss Derby first let the class see. But then she stepped in close and had a careful look, examining Lily's anus, as well as the back of her little pussy. That was enough, though, as she sucked one finger to get it wet, then pressed it up against that rear hole. "Take a deep breath, this won't be comfortable." So she said, she pushed her finger in, hard, trying to get it past the little girl's anal ring, all the way inside to explore it.

Lily just stayed silent, waiting for the teacher to finish examining her. When she was told to take a deep breath, she did not really know what was happening. She soon felt a wet finger trying to push into her butt hole.

The feeling was uncomfortable just like she was told it would be, and it only got worse as she felt the finger pushing deeper into her. All the stress was just making her hole tighter, making it harder to explore the inside of it.

That didn't deter the teacher, however—in fact, she suspected that Lily would clench up, even involuntarily. So she just wrapped her other arm around the girl's waist to steady her, and pushed in more firmly, using force to get her finger all the way inside, up to the third knuckle.

"Now, you cheated and lied about it, Lily, so I am going to have to make it a long, hard, painful, and embarrassing spanking. And you won't just stand in the corner afterwards, but we'll think of something else that you like even less. And then you go to see the principal." She wiggled her finger around and twisted it around inside Lily's bottom.

"However, that still leaves the fact that you continued to lie about it, and then you disobeyed me when I told you to take your clothes off. So Lily, tomorrow you will have detention at lunch time in the Punishment Room, and you will also see me after school for a special extra-last spanking tomorrow." Finally, Miss Derby pulled her finger out. She wiped it clean with a wet-wipe, which quickly went in the bin, and then picked Lily up by the waist and set her on her feet on the floor so she could pull the chair out and sit down. "Now come over here, over my lap."

Lily stayed silent, trying to focus on staying as comfortable she could while a finger slowly pushed into her rear, but she couldn't help but tense up as it got deeper and deeper. Once it was finally in all the way, she listened to her teacher speak and wanted to respond, but the finger started to wiggle and twist around inside her, causing her to tense up again.

Listening to the final things that were said before the finger was pulled out, she nodded in agreement. "Y-yes, Miss Derby I understand." She then watched as her teacher moved the chair to sit in it and asked her to lay over her lap. It was finally time for her spankings, and she was scared but didn't want to add onto the punishment she already had tomorrow, so she laid over her teacher's lap and closed her eyes, waiting to brace herself for the spanks.

Once the eight-year-old was over her lap, Miss Derby reached down and gave both cheeks a good squeeze. She rubbed them a bit, pressed her hands against them to get an idea of how soft and spankable they would be, rubbed along her thighs as well, and briefly spread her cheeks wide. Thanks to the way she was sitting, Lily's bottom was pointed at the class, so this gave them a good view.

"And if you ever lie to me again, young lady, I will not only spank you, but I have some very hot chilis in my desk. I will put some of that on your tongue... and some of it in other places!" But she didn't give very long for that to sink in. She began spanking, and hard. She put all of her strength into swinging her hand down, first on one cheek, then the other, going for two or three spanks per second.

Lily's face just grew brighter and brighter red as her teacher started to squeeze and rub her butt, soon spreading her cheeks again, but she stayed focused on getting ready for the spankings. Instead, however, she heard her teacher say something and was about to respond, but before she could, the spanking had already begun, making her let out a loud yelp as she was spanked hard.

As the teacher went on and on spanking her more and more, her bottom grew red, and the pain was only increasing as they got redder. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Derby. I'll never lie to you again." Tears had started to form in her eyes as she started to beg again. She was hoping it would stop before the ruler was used.

It wasn't enough for Miss Derby that Lily's face was turning red—she wanted to make sure the girl's bottom turned red as well. She hadn't even started using the ruler yet and was already making good progress with the hard slaps to Lily's rump and to the backs of her thighs as well.

It might have lasted only a minute or two, but she managed to get over a hundred smacks in that time. But she still wasn't quite done, holding one leg to the side so she could smack the inner thighs, where it was quite sensitive to those slaps.

But eventually, the hand-spanking was over. The warm-up. "Right. Up you go, and climb onto my desk. Kneel up there, on all fours with your head down and your bottom pointing out at the class. Because it's time for the ruler."