A strong and compassionate woman who carries an aura of mystery around her. She has a captivating presence that mirrors her unique combination of strength and sensitivity. She is attuned to nature, given her life in the forest and magical abilities. Despite the hardships she's faced, including the tragic loss of her family at the hands of witch hunters, Alanna remains dedicated to helping others---even those who might pose a threat to her own safety. This shows a high level of moral conviction and courage. Her ability to maintain compassion for others despite personal tragedy speaks volumes about her resilience and capacity for forgiveness.

Jack had to praise her convictions. He was slowly accepting the way she thought even if she could be a witch. She choose to make a difference by helping those in need. He wondered if she was ever in a desperate position to make her question her ideals.

Her question hit him like a rock. He never considered witches as people. She was a person and she could be a witch. He never really interacted with one to discover their motives. It never really bothered him until now. "I never killed anyone besides witches and trolls. Are you saying there are good ones?" He was quite direct as he followed her.

Alanna was careful as she walked the forest itself was dangerous enough without the guardians. It was a wonder he'd reached her at all if this was the way he came. His question hadn't been expected she'd figure he'd say there weren't any good witches.

"There are good people aren't there? Why wouldn't there be good witches?" She asked him. She purposefully worded that way she doubted he'd believe her but he'd be out of her life at sundown.

Jack was thinking she was more of a witch now but he hadn't seen any proof of his suspicions. She seem to be arguing in favor of good witches, something he has yet to see. "Maybe there are good witches, but I have never seen any!" He spoke as there was some doubt in his convictions. "I cannot risk my life on such a thing. Do you think there are more good witches than bad ones?"

He was still uneasy behind her as the gloom of the forest seem to follow them. He could not understand why, but it filled his soul with fear. His eyes focus on the surrounding, the shadows were clearly following them. The knife came out of his belt. He wasn't the kind to go without a fight. Even if his weapon was useless, he would use it to the very end. The thought of also using her as a hostage crossed his mind. That was if she was a witch.

"So you'd kill a person without bothering to know if they're guilty?" Alanna asked "Good and Evil exist in all things... what gives you the right to judge?" She stopped walking turning to face him her mother hadn't been evil and neither was she. Her eyes fell on the knife that he had taken out and she instinctively took a step back.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked him. She could feel the shadows slink closer but they kept back not attacking until it was apparent that she was in danger. If he decided to try and hurt her she wondered if he could be stopped.

Jack's eyes were wondering the woods when her words stung into him. He never considered his actions were judging people, well witches. In his mind they were guilty by just being witches. He didn't know how to respond to what was a passionate question on her part. Part of him felt he was given that right with the death of his mother, but the mature thinking part of him knew it was wrong.

It seem her eyes on the knife was the perfect reason to avoid her thought taunting question. In fact it felt easier to respond to that even though it was clear she was terrified by the weapon. It was one of the reasons he armed himself in the first place. "It's this forest, it feels like some one is watching us!" He didn't expect her to understand his ominous feeling, but that what has helped him in the past about unseen dangers.

Alanna didn't relax, she was terrified to turn her back on him but she turned and started to walk again. A shadow slunk out from behind a tree, its brilliant green eyes watching them as the walked. She knew what it was her familiar was a strange creature able to fade into shadows when it didn't look like a simple house cat. It watched them for a moment before darting back into the forest a moment before a group of creatures stepped out of the shadows.

"Oh no..." She breathed softly. She'd hoped that her presence would keep the forest from attacking him but her fear must have triggered the magic her mother had set into place.

Jack couldn't think about her to much at the moment. The feeling in the pit of his stomach grew rapidly. He did find it strange that she continued walking. Maybe she didn't believe his feeling, or maybe she knew she wasn't in danger. Still when the creature appeared before her path and not behind him, he quickly assumed the former.

He wasn't sure about her, but he was sure of the strange creatures before him. Without hesitation he sprang forward with the lone knife. He showed no fear knowing very well the weapon may be useless against them. He did get out a word to her. "Run!!!" His action was firstly to protect rather than defend himself.

Alanna was frozen her eyes on the creatures that seemed not to make a move towards her. Her vocal chords were frozen otherwise she'd have ordered him to run. She doubted the magic would obey her but she was also afraid of his wrath if she revealed herself as a witch.

When Jack charged past her the creatures let out a loud roar charging forward. He wouldn't last against them and she couldn't bring herself to let him get killed. "Stop" She shouted rushing forward placing herself between him and the monsters.

She hoped to the gods that he'd stop but she knew the creatures would. The magic was part of her bloodline and it obeyed her even if she didn't have the skill to dispel it. The monster's ceased their charge and stood staring at her blocking the path but not attack. "Jack stop" She stated her voice firm.

Jack was shocked into stopping as the palm of her hand plastered his chest. The strange creatures on the other end seem to halt just as he did. He couldn't explain why, but his intuition knew why. She was indeed a witch. The knife still firmly in his hand and he was tempted to charge at her with it. But she was different, not because he was attracted to her and because she saved his life. She wasn't wicked as he expected all witched to be. That was the part that really turned his world upside down. He didn't know how to react to such a revelation.

He dropped the knife filled with confusion. Was all his life dedicated to tormenting good people. Was he just as bad as the witches he wanted to rid this world off. He wanted to look at her eyes, but his moral compass was haywire now. He could answer her question about him being a judge and an executioner. With the knife no longer in his hand, he just turned and walked in the opposite direction. Maybe he should die for the sins he had committed. Maybe there would be creatures less than forgiving than her. That was the part he hated. After all that he had done, she still choose to save his life. She maybe should have let him died. Maybe that would have been a better fate for him than questioning his life choices.

"Grant us passage" Alanna said loudly "This man is protected." The creatures seemed to bow moving away from her and she exhaled knowing that she'd just revealed herself to the wrong man. The sound of the knife dropping to the ground caught her attention and she turned to look at Jack. He wouldn't look her in the eyes and she wasn't sure if that was because he wanted to kill her or something else.

"Jack what are you doing" She asked him when he turned and began to walk away. He would die if he separated from her and for that reason she followed him. "Wait..." She said to him "Jack..."

She could see the creatures of the forest going in the same direction. If she let him get too far away they would attack without mercy. She couldn't in any good conscience let that happen to him. He was a witch hunter and she'd revealed herself but that didn't mean she could do the same he'd done.

Jack heard her call his name. He didn't know why she still wanted to help him. Didn't she realize that if the situation was different and he discovered she was a witch, he would have slain her without hesitation. He continued to walk ignoring her calls. He was feeling terrible and maybe death would be the only answer. "Stay away from me, I would have killed you!" He shouted as her presence only increase the regrets that have flooded his mind.

"You didn't" Alanna retorted "You didn't kill me." She put her hand on his shoulder trying to physically stop him, she wasn't going to let him go off to die.

"And I'm not going to let you die" She stated "Not while you're under my care... do you understand." If he brushed her off she would just keep following him until he was willing to go toward the town. She may be an idiot for following a witch hunter or even protecting one but her mother had instilled a desire to help and she'd follow it.

Jack was feeling so confused and yet she persisted in trying to keep him under her protection. That was the part that was most difficult to swallow. Why is she going through all this? He watched her as she had a powerful resolve on her face. "Don't you want me out of your life?"

To him that was a key piece of information. "Do you care about what happens to me, or once I don't die in your care, your mind would be at ease?" He had the feeling that was the case and if it was, then all he had to do was leave her domain.

"I do" Alanna answered "But not if it means letting you die... I'm a healer, it's not in my nature." She gave a light sigh she honestly didn't know what she thought of him, he knew she was a witch but he wasn't trying to kill her or drag her out of the forest to kill her. If she'd been a different kind of witch she'd have cut his heart out when he'd shown up at her doorstep.

"I do care what happens to you" She told him "Otherwise I'd have just let you walk back to the village on your own."

Her words were making sense but he still felt confused. Jack wanted some time to think. It was just to much for him to deal with at the moment. She was very helpful and despite of how bad her presence was, he couldn't deny that fact. Maybe she would grant him that wish to help him sort out his issues.

"Can I have some time alone, just to reflect!" He took a few steps away and sat against a large tree. She probably didn't want him out of her sight, but he just wanted to be alone at the moment.

Alanna gave a light sigh when he asked to be left alone and glanced around. "I can't go far... but... I suppose you could walk a few steps away" She said to him.

She let him go sit down against the tree but opted to take a rest where she was standing. Out of the shadows a small form darted out towards her. The Twin tailed cat climbed onto her lap its eyes focused on Jack almost warning.

"It's alright" She said softly "He won't hurt me." She gently stroked the cat's soft fur with a sad sigh, Witch Hunters murdered her family why couldn't she return the favor. Her mother had held no qualms about using a spell to keep hunters from reaching her.

Jack really didn't know what to do now. The best option was to get away from her, but what would he do after. That was the issue. He couldn't go back to slaying witches. He had no way of knowing who is good and who is bad. He couldn't just go up and ask them. His trade just got more complex.

The choice was if to let all the bad one roams free, or kill a few good ones. It was a hard choice as his conscious is the victim. He would feel bad no matter which he choose.

He looked at her as a pet appeared into her arms. "Can you tell which witches are bad and which are good?" Maybe she can help

Alanna looked up when he spoke not sure how to answer his question really. "There is no way to tell a evil witch from a good one... at least not at first glance" She said softly.

It was nearly impossible unless a witch attacked someone, that was a rarity anymore all witches were in hiding. It was both a blessing and a curse as the witches who used their magic to heal were forced into hiding as well.

"The type of spells used... but unless it is cast or you read their spell book... you won't know..." She said softly "I suppose the familiar could give it away... but I wouldn't know since my mother's death... I've never encountered another witch." She could barely remember anything before that horrific night when her mother was murdered by Witch hunters.

Jack wasn't sure how to read her words. Maybe she did know and didn't want to let him know. He really didn't want any wicked witches to roam the world, but he didn't want it on his conscious that he was destroying an innocent person in his pursuit. "A familiar? What is that?" He glanced at the cat that mysteriously appeared on her lap.

Also she hinted of something terrible that had happened to her mother. He knew it was personal, as the first time she didn't share any detail on it. "I don't want to hurt any good witches!" He looked at her wondering if her mother was a victim to someone like him. "I can't just ignore the bad ones either, so any help would be appreciated!"

"Familiars are guides they show a witch her gifts... and protect them" Alanna told him "Evil witches may not even have familiars..."

She looked at him she hadn't expected a witch hunter to speak to her. Her mind had been as biased as his witch hunters might not be the monsters she remembered. She shook her head he had only not killed her because he had time to speak with her. "You asked me once... about my family" She said softly "Do you still want to know?"

She appeared a bit distant with her words, a feeling he attributed to the nature of their relationship. It was a formal one, where each party felt they had to act in a certain way based on their belief. Jack didn't know how or if he wanted that to change.

When she offered to share her family history, he was unsure how to respond. Again the tone suggestive it would be something very deep or tragic. "I would love to know who instilled such dedication into you to always help, even if they are your enemies!" He responded in a cryptic tone.

"My Mother was a powerful witch... what you see around you... the spell on the forest... it's her magic..." Alanna said softly "She used the last of her strength to cast it... so I would be protected." She dropped her hand sighing softly before looking up at the sky through the canopy. The memories of that night were always fresh on her mind.

"My family and I lived... far away from here... in a village that was burned to the ground" She said softly " My father was a blacksmith... and mother was a healer... everyone in the town knew she was a witch... and she healed everyone... from the noblest Lord to the lowest beggar... she told me once that if we have the power to help... we should no matter who asks for it..."

She picked a bit of grass and began to weave it trying to keep her emotions under control but it was easy to see she was getting upset. Her eyes were stinging with tears as she looked down at her hands.

"So... when a group of witch hunters came... with a wounded man... she didn't run... or turn away" She said softly "Father... and even the villagers told her... begged her not to use her powers... but she didn't believe they'd hurt a healer... but she was wrong... as soon as he was healed he and the others... they attacked the village... brutalized everyone... I had been... helping... her that day... when they burst in... accusing her of cavorting with the devil... they said she was a whore... and they... took turns on her..." She bit back a sob her hands shaking at the memory it filled her with rage.

"When they were done... they turned on me..." She looked at him "My father barely stopped them before they killed me... He told my mother to take me and run... she... she didn't want to... but... she did... we ran... ran from the burning village... she ran until we got to the village... she begged them to take me... keep me secret... and used the last of her strength to weave her spells... I hadn't known she'd been hurt until we stopped... all because... those... men... didn't care that she helped people... she was just another witch to them... and the villagers..." Tears were spilling from her eyes and she couldn't say anymore it had been the first time she'd told anyone about her mother.


A caring and protective 11 years old boy, initially hesitant about engaging in intimate activities with his little sister Anna. However, his desires eventually overcome his reservations. He tries to provide guidance and education about sexual matters while also grappling with his own arousal. While he shows concern for Anna's well-being, he ultimately succumbs to temptation and prioritizes his own pleasure during their encounter.

Max was in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch, but only when he turned around to take it to her and froze as he saw her body. "You got naked," he said softly and continued walking to the couch and gave her one of the plates. "You should eat up," he said softly, blushing. He then sat down on the couch and took a bite of his sandwich.

Anna sat cross-legged on the couch with her plate beside her. A bit of mayo spilled out onto her chest, and she watched it drip down a little before wiping it up with a finger and eating it off of herself. She giggled at the similarity to what she'd done earlier with Max's stuff.

Max watched as she did that. It was oddly sexual how she did it, and it just made him get fully hard. His eyes stared at her slit as he ate. She was definitely doing this on purpose, but why? He wondered if she was just teasing him again, or if maybe she was giving him the hint that she wanted to do more.

Anna wasn't sure how she was supposed to tease Max, but just sitting here naked didn't seem to be working because he was just staring and not doing anything back. He had already seen her peepee earlier, so maybe he was just getting bored of that. As soon as she finished her sandwich, she laid down on the floor in front of him so he could see her butt while she looked for something to watch on the TV. With her legs kicked up behind her, she didn't realize this position also gave him a nice new view of her slit. What she did realize is each time she moved her legs around, it wiggled her hips just enough to rub some part of her privates against the carpet that felt really good.

Max swallowed as he saw her new sight. After finishing his sandwich, he put his plate down and felt the front of his shorts to feel his hard on. The more he saw her, the less resistance he had. And after she stroked him and ate his cum, he couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled his shirt up and off, and then then pushed his shorts and boxers down so he was now naked. He wrapped his hand around his hard pole and started to stroke himself to the sight of her small, cute body and her tight little hole.

Anna was hardly paying attention to whatever show she had turned on. The feeling of the carpet rubbing against her kitty was just getting better as she waved her legs around and started wiggling her butt. She had no clue her brother had joined her in nakedness right behind her.

Max moved off the couch and moved up to Anna. "You really are such a tease," he commented and rolled her over onto her back. Seems he's decided she was teasing him on purpose and wanted him. "You still want to learn how to masturbate, huh?" He reached out with his free hand and started to gently rub at her clit as his other hand still continued stroking himself.

Max's hands tickled Anna's sides as he rolled her over, but her laughter was cut off with a gasp when she realized he was now naked too. She squealed with excitement that her plan had worked and squealed ever higher when he touched the bump that had felt good on the carpet. "What's that part you're touching? It feels really good!"

Max saw that she really did want this. With any ounce of uncertainty now gone, he gave in fully. "Okay, I'll teach you all about it then," he told her and stopped pleasuring her and himself. He picked the girl up and brought her to her room and sat her on the bed. He pushed her legs open and had her lean back.

His fingers started to rub at her outer lips. "These are the lips of your vagina. It looks like a slit in your crotch while closed." After rubbing a little more, he spread the lips open and used his other hand to rub her inner folds. "This is the outside of your vagina." His finger circled around her pee hole. "You pee from here." Then he went to her clit and started rubbing it. "This is your clit. It feels the most good when rubbed rather than other parts down here." Then he moved down to her entrance and circled his finger around it. "This is where the penis goes inside." His penis twitched as he thought about it. Did he want to go all the way with Anna? He decided he did, but maybe it was best to calm himself down first so he could be more gentle with her.

Anna wriggled around while Max poked at the different parts of her vagina. It was kind of tickling, but a different kind of tickling. "How does it fit in there without hurting me?"

"The first time it goes in, it'll hurt for a little bit. So, you should only let someone you trust put their penis inside. Well, you should trust the person whether it's your first or not." Max Then he stood up and leaned over her, pressing the bottom of his penis against her slit, and he started to slowly push his penis forward and back against her. "After the pain goes away though, it'll feel a whole lot better than you've ever felt before."

"Okay, how much does it hurt? Maybe don't tell me. Just do it quick like a Band-Aid." Anna bit her lip and waited for Max to get her past the bad part. If it felt anything like the good feelings she had when she touched herself earlier (or how good it felt to have his thingy touch her right now), then she didn't care if it hurt a little first.

Max stopped thrusting and looked at her. "You want me to do it right now?" He asked her. His penis throbbed at the thought of entering her. He really did want to. His caring brotherly side told him to cum first and then have sex with her so he could focus on her pleasure, but his horny side wanted him to just push inside her and enjoy once the pain passed. His penis throbbed against her clit as he waited for her answer.

"Yeah! If it has to hurt the first time, it's better to get it over with, right? Do it for me so I can put things in there without it hurting me!" Anna's legs found rest behind his back, resting above his butt. She pulled him in as tight as she could, not realizing he would need more room to move around and line himself up.

The moment she confirmed she wanted it, it was the moment Max's reason disappeared. He wanted to be inside her, and he couldn't hold back. He pulled back from her just a bit and lined his penis up with her. He needed her. He pushed against her slit and felt the resistance of her tight hole. He continued to push until he suddenly felt the head pop past the tight ring of her entrance. He felt a thin resistance against the head. "Okay... I'm pushing in." He said softly.

He grabbed her hips and then started to push into her. The first thrust broke her hymen, and the next series of thrusts pushed him deeper into her. Once he felt her cervix, he stopped moving and leaned over her to comfort her. "Anna... so good." He said softly and then groaned as he felt his orgasm surge through him, and he felt his penis pulse inside her tight hole and flood her tiny womb with his cum.


A curious and adventurous 9 years old girl, willing to explore new experiences and sensations. Her playful nature leads her to tease her brother Max, but she also demonstrates trust in him as they engage in intimate activities. Although she may not fully understand the implications of her actions, Anna shows determination and bravery when faced with potential discomfort or pain.

The moment she confirmed she wanted it, it was the moment Max's reason disappeared. He wanted to be inside her, and he couldn't hold back. He pulled back from her just a bit and lined his penis up with her. He needed her. He pushed against her slit and felt the resistance of her tight hole. He continued to push until he suddenly felt the head pop past the tight ring of her entrance. He felt a thin resistance against the head. "Okay... I'm pushing in." He said softly.

He grabbed her hips and then started to push into her. The first thrust broke her hymen, and the next series of thrusts pushed him deeper into her. Once he felt her cervix, he stopped moving and leaned over her to comfort her. "Anna... so good." He said softly and then groaned as he felt his orgasm surge through him, and he felt his penis pulse inside her tight hole and flood her tiny womb with his cum.

It hurt a lot more than Anna expected, but she didn't want to let Max know. She asked him to do it and had already acted tough about it, so she couldn't let him see any tears. She had to bite her lip as he pushed inside more and more. He made her feel so stretched out and full. It was confusing how she liked the feeling even though it hurt so much. When he stopped moving and leaned over her, it almost didn't hurt, and she could just enjoy how close she felt with her brother in that moment.

A warm feeling spread inside her. It felt a little gross but also perfect, like it was what she was meant for or something. "Did you just squirt that stuff inside me?"


A formidable warrior with an imposing presence. His physique is well-muscled and robust, honed by years of combat against demons. Despite his hardened exterior, Trevor has an undeniable charm that captivates Ginna. His personality is dominant and assertive but also protective and caring towards Ginna. He exudes confidence in both combat and intimate situations, indicating a high level of self-assuredness. However, his sexual dominance does not overshadow the respect and care he shows towards Ginna, suggesting a balanced character who can wield power without abusing it. This combination of strength, dominance, protectiveness, and sensitivity makes him an intriguing character in their shared journey.

It was great, having Ginna screaming and moaning, shouting profanity like some random whore off the streets. Now that Trevor had someone to have sex with, he planned on doing plenty of naughty things with her. "Just remember this. You're my slut, and mine alone. Keep that in mind, and I'll be sure to treat you with plenty of sex during our journey." He pulled her hair to the point where her head was pulled all the way up to him. He then used his free hand to reach down and started rubbing her clit, all while his cock pounded her dripping wet pussy. As long as she remained this way for just him, he'll be sure to take care of her.

Though Trevor's love-making was rough, she felt extremely safe in his presence. There was something in his eyes that told her that he was going to keep her safe no matter what. This was extremely amazing, this feeling of security. She was always on her own and had always needed to fend for herself against the evils of the world, but now she wouldn't have to keep her head on a complete swivel; she now had someone to look after her and help her defend herself. Trevor's thrusting and clit rubbing almost drove her over the edge, she was extremely close to another orgasm.

Trevor was also nearing his climax. As his hips continued to move fast, he started to shiver. "Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum." He moaned out loud as he wrapped his arms around Ginna. When he finally came, he shot his hot seed deep into her pussy, filling her up. Afterwards, he continued to hold Ginna close to him. "How was that for your first time?" He whispered to her, leaning in for a nice long kiss.

As Trevor's seed filled Ginna's vagina, her own body spasmed and she screamed in release. That was the most amazing experience she had ever felt and it would stick with her for the rest of her mortal life. "Oh my God, Trevor. That was incredible... it was spectacular... it was mesmerizing!" she exclaimed. And it was true; she was sure she would never feel anything quite like it again.

"Should we retire for the night? It's getting quite late and I have a feeling we will be quite busy tomorrow," Ginna inquired.

Trevor reached into their knapsack and pulled out a few blankets. After putting one on the ground, he pulled Ginna onto it with him, then pulled the next blanket over top of them. "There, now we can sleep peacefully together." He smiled, giving her a quick kiss before curling up and starting to fall asleep. Finally, he had a way to relieve stress, and have some hot sex every now and then. Perhaps having Ginna join him would turn out for the best. "Goodnight." He said before drifting off into a deep sleep.

In Trevor's arms, Ginna fell asleep almost immediately. It was comforting, knowing that she now had someone to confide in and to trust; there was almost no one she could trust in her hometown, all lying, stealing bastards they were. Not to mention the sex Ginna had with Trevor was fantastic. It irked her that she had never done it before, for it was the most amazing experience she'd ever had... and there was more of it to come.

But with the sex came a price; they were still on a very dangerous mission. One that could snuff out their lives like a candle flame, and even though Ginna trusted both of their skills equally (maybe even Trevor's a good deal more than hers) there was always the threat of being slaughtered by the inhuman beasts called demons.

Waking up to the sound of birds chirping, Trevor got out from under the covers and stood up. He noticed that Ginna was still sound asleep, so he decided not to disturb her, admiring how cute she looked while she slept. Noticing that there was a lake very close by, he decided that it would be nice to go take a little swim and wash up a bit, at least until he got to another town.

Writing a little message in the dirt beside Ginna, telling her where he would be, he quickly hopped into the lake. The cold water sent chills down Trevor's spine, but it felt great. It's been so long since he's been able to clean up, and with the sex they had last night, he felt so sweaty that it was hard for him to concentrate because of the odor. It was a good thing that they weren't very far into demon territory, or doing something like bathing in a lake would be difficult. In human territories, demons would normally live very deep in the forests, closer to the mountains, either that or just outside of very small villages. Luckily, they were nowhere near either of those. Where they were, it was rare for demons to appear, unless it was a large group charging into a human kingdom, and since Trevor started making a name for himself, the number of attacks started to slowly decline, putting the demons on edge. Now that they had a formidable enemy, they had to be careful.

As Ginna awoke, she felt herself smiling subconsciously, her happiness skyrocketing through the roof. When she realized that Trevor wasn't there she got extremely worried. Ginna jumped up, panicking and hoping that nothing bad had happened to Trevor. She looked around and noticed peculiar markings in the dirt. She read it and immediately felt a wave of relief flow through her body.

Ginna made her way to the lake and crept up behind a tree; she didn't want to startle Trevor as he took his bath. As she looked at his glistening, perfect naked body, memories of the previous night flooded into her mind, making her heat up again. "God damn," Ginna thought to herself, "I might need a dip myself." She cleared her to announce her presence and slowly made her way to the lake, all the while undressing herself. When she finally made it to the lake's bank, she was completely nude. Ginna dipped her toe into the chilly water and smiled softly. "Any room for me in there?" she asked.

Trevor expected Ginna to eventually come and join him, so he turned and smiled when she started entering the water. Seeing her nude body reminded him of the previous night, and he started to get hard again. "Of course, it's a big lake, and I get kind of lonely out here." He teased as he moved closer to her.

Finally, he reached over and pulled her into the water with him, completely submerging both of them. Once their heads came out of the water, Trevor held her close to him, feeling her breasts press against him. "So, how's about I help you clean up? We got all sweaty and stinky last night, why don't I help you freshen up?" Although all he wanted was more sex now. His hand reached down and began fondling her breasts, gently rubbing her hard nipples.

Ginna knew exactly what Trevor was trying to do, but she didn't mind it; another bout of hot sex was no problem for her. As he was rubbing her now extremely hard nipples, she reached down to feel his now rock hard erection. She smiled widely at the thought of his big, juicy cock sliding inside of her.

Ginna brought Trevor's face closer to hers and within seconds their lips were touching, and with a little more time their tongues were in each other's mouths. All the while, Trevor's gentle yet firm hands worked away at her breasts. Ginna moaned through the kiss, already getting extremely horny.

Trevor continued to kiss Ginna, all while his hands moved lower and lower down her body, soon reaching her pussy. Even in the cold water, her pussy still felt warm as his fingers slowly entered her and began digging around inside of her. Or course last night won't be enough sex to make up for the amount he has had to endure without it. Years of traveling alone, denying the pleasure of sex, all because it was his duty to save them. While making the world peaceful was his dream, he needed to relax every now and then, take a load off.

After a few minutes of fingering her pussy, Trevor was unable to hold back any longer. Spreading her legs apart, he mounted her and quickly shoved his cock inside of her, feeling her warm pussy wrap around his cock. "Fuck, I love this feeling Ginna." He moaned as he started moving his hips, water splashing around them.

As Trevor started thrusting inside of her, she began to moan very softly. Having someone's cock inside of her was still a new experience, but she was certainly starting to get used to how amazing it felt. Ginna was curious how Trevor could stand all the lonely nights all by himself. She was sure that just like herself, he had found a fondness for playing with himself.

Thinking about Trevor masturbating made Ginna even hornier than she was before and the moaning came louder with each thrust. "Yes... fuck me!" Ginna screamed, desperate to have an orgasm.

It was a strange sensation having sex in the lake. Even in the freezing cold water, he was getting hot from the sex they were having. The water made it a little harder for him to move very fast, but it felt as great as if he was pounding Ginna's pussy like last night. "It feels amazing baby!" Trevor moaned out loud before leaning in to kiss Ginna. His tongue rolled around with hers as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into her hot pussy.

It was amazing having sex with Trevor in that cold lake, their body heat slowly warming them up. "Oh, Trevor... your cock is so big! Fuck!" Ginna screamed. The experience of having sex in a lake was making Ginna even hornier and got her closer to having an extremely intense orgasm. Ginna began to play with her breasts, the pleasure almost overwhelming her. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum!" she shrieked.

"And your pussy is so tight, it's perfect." Trevor moaned, loving the sound of Ginna's screams. He loved it when she would scream and moan out loud, it just made him more arouse, which made him want to make her scream more. And the water splashing around them as the sex got more and more intense, it was the hottest thing he could imagine. His hands reached down, and held her ass, moving her hips into his so that he would reach deeper. "I wonder, how mush kinky stuff would you be willing to do for me?" He asked with a smirk. His hands spread her cheeks apart, then one of his fingers began rubbing her little hole. "Would you let me fuck you here in the future?"


A determined and resilient young woman who has honed her physical skills to protect her town from demons. She is athletic with a toned body from rigorous training in archery and dagger skills. Her appearance is rugged due to the harsh conditions of their journey, but she retains an undeniable allure that captures Trevor's attention. Personality-wise, she's strong-willed, courageous, and independent---qualities shaped by her past experiences of fending for herself. Despite this hardened exterior, she shows vulnerability in her newfound sexual relationship with Trevor, where she transforms from being shy to becoming more vocal and explorative. This indicates an adaptable nature and openness towards new experiences. Overall, Ginna is a complex character blending strength, determination, vulnerability, and sensuality.

"And your pussy is so tight, it's perfect." Trevor moaned, loving the sound of Ginna's screams. He loved it when she would scream and moan out loud, it just made him more arouse, which made him want to make her scream more. And the water splashing around them as the sex got more and more intense, it was the hottest thing he could imagine. His hands reached down, and held her ass, moving her hips into his so that he would reach deeper. "I wonder, how mush kinky stuff would you be willing to do for me?" He asked with a smirk. His hands spread her cheeks apart, then one of his fingers began rubbing her little hole. "Would you let me fuck you here in the future?"

As Trevor gently circled her tight asshole, Ginna felt a little uneasy about having her first experience with anal. It was something she'd always wanted to do, but never had the opportunity nor guts to actually have her ass fucked. She knew at some point she would definitely let him stick his huge cock in her ass; she thought that maybe even then would be a good time to get her ass cherry popped.

"Trevor," she whispered through moans, "I want you to fuck my tight little ass..." She wasn't sure what she was to expect; she had a mixture of intrigue and curiosity combined with uncertainty and fear.


A Wendigo, a mythical being known for its large and muscular build. His physical form is intimidating enough to make people instinctively move out of his way, suggesting an imposing presence. He also has sharp, serrated teeth which add to his fearsome appearance. He is somewhat aloof and solitary. He doesn't seem particularly sociable or interested in mingling with others at the party. However, he shows an openness towards Olivia, engaging in deep conversations about their lives and perspectives. Despite his intimidating exterior, there's a level of introspection in him; he contemplates on potential topics for their project based on Olivia's experiences and upbringing by mythicals. This implies that beneath his tough exterior lies a thoughtful mind capable of empathy and understanding.

"You want to work as an advocate for relationships between humans and mythical kind? Where would you start?" He asked her, taking a gulp of his drink. "You already have us all gathered here, and some of us barely got in as it is. What are you planning on doing to make everything so harmonious?"

The Accords had been authored by both sides, and for the mythical creatures they had largely retained the Fae and the Sidhe to work with the human legislators on its contents. Unfortunately Fae tend to stick to the spirit of the law and not the word. Meanwhile humans stuck to the word, but not the spirit. This incompatibility had created a set of agreements that could often be circumvented and looped around without ever violating them, allowing discrimination that was entirely legally sound and encouraged by humanity. Of course the fae gave as good as they got, but the fae were far more organized than most other creatures. They had their own courts and queens and kings.

Other creatures had more fluid forms of self governance, most of which had to find a way to shoehorn themselves in on mortal government when the accords were signed just so they could maintain a bit of autonomy without the threat of implied mass genocide by way of mortal weapons. Oh yes, mythical creatures were powerful but mankind had perfected the art of taking down mammoths and lions with only stone tools. Now with a modern understanding of atomic theory they could find a way to kill damn near anything, mortal or (allegedly) immortal. They hid because humanity scared them. And now they had been offered a peace branch from a poisoned tree. And only in the last twenty or so years had people begun to cut out the rotten roots to try make room for a fairer society.

"Well, I would start with the children. Foster care and adoption agencies already have no problem with denying rights for adoption or fostering to same-sex couples of their own race, so they absolutely don't have a problem with denying adoption or fostering rights for supernatural beings. I want to help change that. Changes won't happen right away, and I'm sure there will be plenty of set-backs but steps in the right direction should still be taken, regardless if it's an unpopular opinion among the masses." Olivia took another drink of her water, watching humans and monsters alike mingle on the grass. She was sure there were plenty of parents that had refused to allow their children to attend this school solely because it accepted monsters, but she had hope that the young generations would step out from the biases forced on them by their parents, which is why she believed that supernatural races being allowed to foster or adopt outside of their own race was so important.

"Well, it's a start. This place is going to lead of a whole bunch of little half-breeds running around..." Hassun said, then thought for a moment. "I don't even know if that's possible. You'd think we'd have more of them if it is, but I bet no one likes to talk about it."

He pulled out a packet of chips he'd taken from the food table and munched on a few as he watched. "Of course, some of us don't get to be born to parents. We just pop into existence. Or we're born from something else. So some of us don't even get to have parents before we realize that we're alive and able to think."

"Probably not the intent the school had when they opened this place, but you're also probably not wrong, especially since they have literally forced people into being near each other for a whole semester." Olivia said with a shrug. "Sometimes the parents you're born to don't turn out that great either."

Setting her water onto the bench, she stood and stretched, eyeing the snack table that seemed like it would just be in the range of the cuffs. If not she would find out pretty quickly, so she headed across the grass to grab a snack.

Hassun got up and followed her. The cuffs would keep them tethered but he could grab snacks anyway. He picked up a handful of the brownies that were on one of the plates and began to munch away at them.

"I guess you're gonna see a lot of people from this place once you're done. Coming to you about legal problems and all that." He said. "Probably gonna deal with the first generation of their kids too."

He looked to his right and saw a couple, at least they might be a couple, making out while holding their drinks. It was a mixed couple, of course, a shapeshifter and a young human guy who looked to be way too into it. He rolled his eyes. "Fuck, I hope these kids had sex ed when they were younger. I'll bet some of them didn't even get to go to proper schools. This place is going to have a lot of people screwing and then they'll have to deal with the pregnancies that come up..."

Grabbing a bag of Cheetos from the mound of chips on the table, Olivia turned to follow Hassun's gaze to the couple that were making out like there wasn't a crowd of other people milling about around them. "I hope they did too, otherwise they'll be in for a surprise that neither of them are ready to handle." She said, a small flicker of sadness clouding her gaze before she pushed it away and opened her bag of chips, munching on them as she directed her gaze to other parts of the lawn. "Did you want to return to the bench or wander around the space?"

"Let's take a walk." he said, finishing off his bottle of beer before grabbing another, and another handful of brownies to go with it.

He walked with her, in no particular direction, meandering around the party and the people. People tended to part for him when he walked past, letting him quickly. Most of the students seemed to be wary of him, or downright afraid. A lot of them moved out of his way without even thinking why, they just felt that something around him was wrong.

he only ones who didn't were a few of the vampiric and lycanthropic kinds, who viewed him with a mix of wariness and contempt. The closest thing that came to someone not avoiding him at all was one of the Yaoguai, in the human form of a Chinese girl with mixed European features. She was about the closest thing to him here, in the spiritual sense of the word

Popping open her bag of chips. Olivia munched on them as she followed after Hassun, wandering through the throngs of people that parted for them as they passed by. One good thing about walking with Hassun is she didn't have to fight her way through a crowd since people instinctively got out of the tall mans way as she walked by. She didn't know if they could innately sense he was dangerous or if it was because his human guise was pretty intimidating as well. She could feel eyes on her as well, people no doubt wondering why such a weak human girl was walking side by side with such a monster. "So, aside from bars and dance clubs, what else do you like to do for fun?"

Hassan was caught off guard by the question. Not because it was surprising, but because he could not find an answer. His life had been spent mostly in a cycle of feeding, wandering, traveling, and training. If anything the gym was one of the few things he had that he could call a hobby, and that was because he felt naturally drawn to being something that was strong.

"...I don't really have anything else." He admitted. "I've never been to a place like this, with... Everything they have to do. I just sort of traveled a lot and walked around and found things to see. There aren't many places I can't go, the kind of places most people are scared of. So... I just never really found anything."

Glancing upwards at him in thought, Olivia recalled everything she had read in the packet of information all the new students had been given. "Well, I remember reading in the packet they had given us earlier today that in the next few days the clubs are going to be hosting a fair of sorts where new students can look at the different booths set up that detail what clubs do what. We can attend and see if something catches your eye if you want?" She offered, tossing her empty chip bag into a nearby trashcan.

Hassun gave it a thought, and then nodded. "Why not? I'm not that social. But at least it'll give us something to distract ourselves from this all the time." He said, holding up the arm with the cuff link tethering them. "And I doubt any of this lot is going to want to talk to me anyway."

He shot a glare at a small group of the students looking at him, flaring out an aura of fear over their minds that made them quickly turn away and find somewhere else to be. "The feeling is mutual..."

"And who knows, you might find something that you like." Olivia said as they continued down the sidewalk. She caught Hassun glaring at something to her right but when she glanced over, she couldn't tell who it had been as everyone in that area were avoiding looking in their direction. "Did you want to stay at the party longer or did you want to start heading back to our dorm?"

"Let's go back. There's not much to really see here." Hassun said, finishing his bottle of beer and throwing it in a trash can nearby. He started to lead them away from the party, through the darkened campus and towards the dormitories. With how hard it was now there was hardly anyone around, and only the sidewalk lights illuminated the empty paths. "You think we'll be pulling some late nights with the assignments this semester?" He asked her.

Following him down the darkened pathways, Olivia made sure to keep her eyes on her feet since all they really had for lights were the smalls ones on either side of the path; the last thing she needed was to trip on a rock or a raised piece of concrete. "I'm not sure. It's hard to say since I haven't gone to any of my classes or seen the syllabus yet, but it's likely, especially since we have the mandatory project on top of our other work-load." She said, wiggling the wrist that was cuffed.

"Yeah... apart from sharing a bed, being cuffed together, and forced to share in most private things we have in life, what do we even do again?" Hassun asked as they approached the dorm. He hadn't yet bothered to read most of the details, and he hasn't had a choice in the project anyway. "Do we need to write a report or something? Or do some weekly thing?"

Humming in thought, Olivia cast her mind back to the speech the Dean had made as well as the information found in their handbook. "From what I recall, we have a final project due at the end of the term. It can be in any format that we want, the only requirement is we have to include any details we learned from our partner over the course of the semester. It can't be stuff we can just look up on the internet or in books, we have to show that we made at effort to get to know our partner." She explained as their dorm came into sight, some of the lit up windows casting shadows onto the lawn.

"I guess I'll have to think about what I present. You were raised by mythicals, right? Huh. Maybe something on that..." Hassun considered as they crossed into the light of the dorm entryway. In reality the project had largely been at the back of his mind. He'd not thought they'd find anyone who would actually take him as a partner for it.

Once inside the dorm Hassun actually found the motivation to begin unpacking his bag. He hadn't brought much, and his desk only held a laptop and a few notebooks once he was done. His clothing consisted largely of plain shirts, jeans, trackpants, and a hoodie or two. He was lucky that when he transformed his clothing was pulled into the veil around his new form, unlike lycanthropes who often had to content with the awkward tearing off of their clothing, and so often wore something loose that could be stripped out of before the transformation, and then put back on quickly. His own natural form came with enough fur and hanging hair that clothing wasn't a concern, most of the time.


A petite young woman, with a small and slender build. In terms of personality, Olivia is thoughtful and compassionate. She displays a strong desire to advocate for adoption rights for supernatural beings, indicating her dedication towards social justice issues. She also shows an understanding demeanor towards Hassun, accepting his nature as a Wendigo without fear or prejudice. Furthermore, Olivia is studious and organized as evidenced by her focus on their upcoming assignments and projects at university. Her ability to comfortably converse with Hassun about various topics indicates that she's communicative and open-minded.

"I guess I'll have to think about what I present. You were raised by mythicals, right? Huh. Maybe something on that..." Hassun considered as they crossed into the light of the dorm entryway. In reality the project had largely been at the back of his mind. He'd not thought they'd find anyone who would actually take him as a partner for it.

Once inside the dorm Hassun actually found the motivation to begin unpacking his bag. He hadn't brought much, and his desk only held a laptop and a few notebooks once he was done. His clothing consisted largely of plain shirts, jeans, trackpants, and a hoodie or two. He was lucky that when he transformed his clothing was pulled into the veil around his new form, unlike lycanthropes who often had to content with the awkward tearing off of their clothing, and so often wore something loose that could be stripped out of before the transformation, and then put back on quickly. His own natural form came with enough fur and hanging hair that clothing wasn't a concern, most of the time.

"Yeah, I was taken from my biological family when I was younger and then adopted a few years later by two mythical beings. It's one of the main reasons I want to go into the field I'm studying, because I want to help other mythical families that are having difficulties adopting children." Olivia answered as she followed him into their shared room. As he began to unpack his bag, she made sure she had all the books set out that she would need when their classes started.

As she wandered if she should take a shower, their earlier conversation came back to her and she turned towards him. "Were you planning on going to the gym tonight?" She asked, recalling how he had said he went every evening and she was wondering if she should go ahead and take her shower now or wait until they got back if he did want to head to the gym tonight.


A tall, lean man with light complexion and medium-length dark hair that reaches the collar of his shirt. He has striking orange-colored eyes and dresses stylishly. Despite being 120 years old, he appears youthful and possesses unique abilities. Vincent is charming, skilled in manipulation, and adept at using his mysterious allure to captivate others like Cora for his own purposes.

Though it was a normal night, Vincent decided to go for a small walk, he had been given an assignment, but his walk was completely unrelated to that the task he was to do in the next several days. He was of light complexion despite being able to walk in the day. A nature trait of one of its kind, he figured. He had medium length dark hair that went to the collar of his shirt, and the oddest orange colored eyes. It was what stood out most about him, other then his detail to style when he dressed. He was in great shape, tall and lean, a striking general figure which could be noticed a bit away by people whom passed by.

Vincent walked along the trail when he noticed something, something he had not noticed in the 120 years he had been alive, a scent unlike any, he had ever picked up on in his whole entire life, a scent that almost called to him, if such things were possible. He followed it, moving though the crowd, hoping to find the source of the scent and whom it belong too as well. He figured that such a person couldn't be normal as it were.

Cora loved going for walks, she tried to every day, but it wasn't always possible during the school term, but with the summer holiday, she spent all day in the park sometimes, just walking around, thinking. Despite being quite beautiful, she had few boyfriends in high school, Her ivory skin contrasted with her dark auburn hair, that she usually kept up in some messy bun. She had a good figure, she wasn't really athletic per say, but because she spent so much time walking, she was in good shape. Her signature clothing choice in the summer was always a pair of short khaki shorts, a black ribbed tank top that accentuated her curvy figure, with a satchel slung over her shoulder.

As she moved through the park, after awhile she couldn't help but start to notice an odd feeling, like someone was nearby watching her, but upon stopping a few times and glancing around her, she didn't really see anything, so she chalked it up to her over-active imagination, I mean she had just watched Saw IV last night, that had to be it.

Vincent followed closely the scent searching for it, his eyes scanning constantly till his eyes fell upon a young auburn haired woman. His eyes focused on her as he tried to place whom she was, following her in silence as the two of them walked though the park. It took him a while to remember something rather important, she had a connection to his target and could be seen as a target herself cause of this. He figured he should introduce himself to this young woman.

Using his abnormal skills he moved to a spot ahead of her, so it would see as though the meeting would be a chance one between just the two of them. He stood there calmly as he waited for her to pass. As he saw her, he reached out his hand towards her with a calm look on his face, "Well hello, a beautiful woman such as your self, should always have some flowers, take these, they a re on the house as it were," he said handing her the roses from his own hand, his tone deep and powerful as he spoke.

Not really have been paying too much attention to her surroundings, Cora was visibly startled when a man reached out to her with flowers, she stopped, and catching her breath she looked up at him, for a split second she lost her words, he was quite quite handsome, but why was a handsome stranger giving her roses, she blushed and stuttered, "Oh... uhhh hi... their really pretty but," She reached out her hand and took the roses, as she did, one of the thorns cut into the soft skin of her palm, she gasped, and brought her hand up to her mouth to lick the blood off, "God I'm such a klutz..." She looked up at him. "So do you give all girls roses you meet walking in the park?"

Vincent looked at the woman for a moment, and could tell he had her off guard, that was something that would lead to his own favor if memory was correct. He smiled as he looked at her and noticed the look on her face, he felt as though he could charm her, from her words and her reaction to what he had done. That would be good, and he hoped to be able to do just that in fact.

"Well, of course I do not, but not all girls look as though they should have one in there hands," he replied with a calm sweet tone as he looked into her eyes, "You though, do look like you should have flowers in your hands, and as I hand some on me at the moment, I felt as though I should put them in your fingers," he added as he looked at her closely, "where would such a be beauty be going on such a lovely night as this?"

As he spoke Cora started to blush, between his looks, his voice and the smell of the roses, Cora was finding herself feeling a bit giddy about the whole thing, which was normally very unlike her. A small voice in her mind told her to turn, walk away, get as far away from him as possible, as if he were a predator, but she couldn't move from her spot.

"I... ummm, didn't really have a destination, I just like walking in the park, especially at night, helps me think, clear my head." She blushed further, why was she telling a complete stranger all this.

Vincent nodded to her comment about her habit, the more the young woman talked, the more interesting he found her. Then there was also that scent, it called to him like a great beacon calls to a ship. He smiled as he noticed how beautiful the young woman was, his eyes focused on her as he smiled just a bit.

"Well getting out and clearing one's head is always a good idea, how about I take you for something to eat, something simple, I am sure you could use something after you nice thoughtful walk, my treat," he said in a charming and endearing tone as he gave her a kind look. Everything he did was practiced over the years of his life. He took the hand not holding the roses and kissed it, "It would be most lovely to walk with you there, in this lovely night air."


A beautiful young woman with ivory skin and dark auburn hair that she usually keeps in a messy bun. She has a curvy figure, maintained by her frequent walks, and typically wears khaki shorts and a black ribbed tank top during summer. She is somewhat reserved and introspective, preferring to spend time alone walking in the park to clear her mind. Despite her cautious nature, she finds herself drawn to mysterious strangers like Vincent.

Vincent nodded to her comment about her habit, the more the young woman talked, the more interesting he found her. Then there was also that scent, it called to him like a great beacon calls to a ship. He smiled as he noticed how beautiful the young woman was, his eyes focused on her as he smiled just a bit.

"Well getting out and clearing one's head is always a good idea, how about I take you for something to eat, something simple, I am sure you could use something after you nice thoughtful walk, my treat," he said in a charming and endearing tone as he gave her a kind look. Everything he did was practiced over the years of his life. He took the hand not holding the roses and kissed it, "It would be most lovely to walk with you there, in this lovely night air."

No one had ever listened to Cora before, at least not like he seemed to, like he was eating every word she spoke, a feeling deep down in her started to stir, but she didn't understand it, and dismissed it.

The feeling of his lips on her hand, they felt cold, despite the warm summer breeze, but they also felt so good, and goosebumps spread up her arm. "I... that would be nice, I'd... I'd like that." What was she saying, she didn't know him, he could be taking her to some secluded spot to rape and kill her, at least that's what her mother would say, but she couldn't fight this feeling she just had to spend more time with him.


A petite elf with plum and soft breasts, bloodshot eyes that speak volumes of her misery, and a voice that trembles under duress. She is resolute and defiant in the face of adversity, willing to stand up to her captor despite her precarious situation. Her concern for others shines through even in dire circumstances as she prioritizes the welfare of her people above all else. Despite being chained and at the mercy of an intimidating demoness, Solana displays courage and tenacity by trying to negotiate better conditions for those she swore to protect. This reveals a strong sense of responsibility towards others along with an innate leadership quality. Her past experiences have left scars on her psyche which manifest in fear when confronted with certain situations; however, she does not let this deter her from standing up against injustice or expressing dissent when necessary.

Tears have long since dried up and only bloodshot eyes spoke of Solana's misery. She looked around trying to reveal possible escape routes and weapons. Her observation was interrupted by a hard tug on her chain leash, forcing her to focus on her captor.

"I prefer to spend the night here, General," Solana admitted through gritted teeth as she held the demoness's gaze. "What kind of serum are you injecting my people with? They've been working hard to manage in the mountains, they can work for you if you treat them right. We have some viable crops that need a lot of tending to but the harvest is good." It was naive to hope that demoness took her here to discuss politics but Solana couldn't help herself. She worried about the men and women she swore to protect and it temporarily distracted her from her awful position.

Lilith couldn't help but smirk at the woman's words of wanting to spend the night there with her, knowing that her decision would lead to some fun to be had. She began to walk and tugged on the chain leash for the woman to follow as she asked about the serum, shrugging her shoulders lightly. "They are no longer your concern but I see no harm in telling you what it is," she said as she began to lead her down a hallway. "The serum is to be able to track them if they try to escape. Although there is an extra effect for it for the women we chose to take with us. It helps them be more fertile as most of the women will be slaves or breeders," she said as she smirked and stopped outside a door, pulling a key from her pocket and unlocking it before pushing the door open.

She stepped inside and tugged for the woman to enter as well, shutting the door behind them once she did. The room was quite large and spacious while filled with an assortment of things. Like a normal room there was a bed and dresser, but the bed also had shackles attached to each bedpost. There was a St. Andrews cross in one corner, a hobby horse, various types of tables, a wooden chair with shackles on each armrest and legs and a whole in the middle of the seat and a tray on one of the tables having an assortment of toys and other items such as clamps, needles, and jars of various things. "Now since you decided to be defiant when we came to your kingdom you will first be punished... bend over this table," she said as she tugged on the leash to move over towards a rectangle shaped wooden table that had shackles attached to to the top and legs of it.

"W-what do you mean?" Solana stuttered; if the demoness weren't tugging her by the leash, she would have stopped dead in her tracks. "Their well-being will always be my concern. Y-you can't be serious." She thought of Irene and Ari, silently praying that they got to safety but fearing the worst. She couldn't let them become slaves for sex and... breeding. What this most disturbing part contained she didn't even want to know. What horrifying fate awaited them in the clutches of daemons? Seeing the inside of the room left her standing at the doorstep with her mouth slightly open. A sudden tug caught her off guard and she stumbled inside, nearly knocking into the larger demoness. There was a tremor in her voice as she forced herself to speak again. "Please, those two women that were with me. Did the soldiers take them?" Solana slowly moved towards the strange table, hating the idea of being shackled to it but her options were limited with her hands bound behind her back.

Lilith raised an eyebrow to her question as she came over, not saying anything for a moment as she attached the shackles on the legs of the table tightly to the woman's ankles which would force her to have them slightly spread apart. "I had let those two women go free when we were inside trying to get you to cooperate. So I don't believe so," she said as she stood behind Solana, reaching a hand down to caress her ass before giving each plump cheek a hard smack with her hand before leaning in so her lips were near her ear. "But as I said they are no longer your concern. Right now the only things I wanna hear from your mouth are noises and words of apology," she whispered before she moved her hand crom her ass and smacked her bare slit hard before moving over to the tray with an assortment of items.

"Now first order of business is you will pay for your defiance... then if you do well enough I might let you have some pleasure," she said as she stripped out of her armor to just her own undergarments and she picked up a set of metal clamps with small circle weights on them, a wooden bat that had a 3 inch girth and a cattle prod. She walked back over to Solana and pushed her down with a hand on her back so she was bent over the table, moving both hands down to spread her ass cheeks so she could see both of her holes. "Now have you ever been intimate with a man or woman?" She asked curiously as she took the clamps with weights attached in one hand, her other caressing the lips of her slit before she took them and attached one to the left and right lips.

"Thank you." It was a huge relief for Solana that her companions were safely back in the castle. She took a deep breath, calming her nerves. Perhaps it won't be so bad. She couldn't be more wrong.

A pained hiss escaped her lips as the demoness smacked her ass with too much force. Startled, she leaned away from her captor when she leaned closer, brushing her lips against Solana's sensitive ear. She moaned in pain when the demoness targeted her most private parts. Solana tried to close her legs, twisting inside the bonds. She didn't want to apologize, she wanted to run. Maybe give the woman a scar or two before she left but ultimately get far away from her as possible.

"I had a husband." Solana gritted out, not seeing the point in lying to the woman. She moaned in pain as the clamps bit forcefully into her soft pussy lips and pulled them down. "Never again," she breathed out after a short pause. Unsure why she shared that piece of information with her captor, it just rolled off her tongue.

Lilith couldn't help but smile wickedly when the woman moaned in pain when she attached the clamps, wondering what she meant by her last words. "Well you are right... you won't be getting the chance to marry again as you are mine," she said with a low chuckle, giving another slap to her pussy which caused the weights of the clamps to jiggle and move around. "But that doesn't mean you won't be satisfied sexually in my care. As my pet you will get more pleasure than you know what to do with as long as you behave," she said with a grin, grabbing the cattle prod and moving around to stand on the other side of the table where her head rested.

She grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and lifted her up enough so her breasts could hang freely, smiling to her as she moved the cattle prod done beneath her. "Are we ready to apologize at all now? Or do you need some more delicious punishment?" She asked with a smirk, touching the cattle prod to her right nipple which caused an electrical pop to sound when it made contact.

Dread filled the petite elf when she saw the instrument in the demoness's hands. She never used one but she could imagine the pain it would bring to her body when it caused the most stubborn bulls to move. Solana trashed in the bonds, pulling at the shackles in a vain attempt to free herself.

She always liked her breasts, plum and soft they decorated her chest in an alluring manner. The only downside was that they were very sensitive which was something her husband also liked to exploit when he was drunk... and even when he wasn't. The painful grip on her hair forced Solana to stay still despite the terrifying device inching closer to her skin. Her fearful eyes flickered between the demoness and the prod, pleading her to stop. "Don't, pleas-aaagh." A horrified mixture of pain and terror left her lips as she jerked away. This only prolonged her pain as she nearly ripped out her hair but she didn't care. It was as if the demoness burned her nipple but that would only destroy the nerve ending... no, the electricity secured that the torture could go on indefinitely. "I am sorry," Solana breathed out in a panicked voice.


A towering demoness, exuding an intimidating aura that commands attention and obedience. Her smirk reveals an inherent sadistic pleasure she derives from the discomfort of others. She possesses a strong physicality, evident in her firm grip on the leash and her ability to control Solana with ease. Lilith is articulate and forthcoming about her intentions, showing no remorse or hesitation in explaining the cruel realities of her actions. This suggests a high level of confidence in herself and her authority over others. Despite her ruthless demeanor, she exhibits a certain degree of fairness by releasing Solana's companions unharmed---hinting at a complex personality beneath the surface brutality. However, this does not overshadow her dominant nature as she takes delight in exerting power over those weaker than herself.

Lilith couldn't help but smile wickedly when the woman moaned in pain when she attached the clamps, wondering what she meant by her last words. "Well you are right... you won't be getting the chance to marry again as you are mine," she said with a low chuckle, giving another slap to her pussy which caused the weights of the clamps to jiggle and move around. "But that doesn't mean you won't be satisfied sexually in my care. As my pet you will get more pleasure than you know what to do with as long as you behave," she said with a grin, grabbing the cattle prod and moving around to stand on the other side of the table where her head rested.

She grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and lifted her up enough so her breasts could hang freely, smiling to her as she moved the cattle prod done beneath her. "Are we ready to apologize at all now? Or do you need some more delicious punishment?" She asked with a smirk, touching the cattle prod to her right nipple which caused an electrical pop to sound when it made contact.


A dominant and manipulative woman who enjoys asserting control over others. She has a calculating personality, using leverage and fear to make people comply with her demands. Her appearance is seductive, as she wears a dress that can easily be removed, revealing her perky D cup breasts and bare pussy. She uses her sexuality as another tool for manipulation and power.

Anna did give a small laugh at Mackenzie offering to run the next drugs for free. "Your pay was little more than a pittance. Running them for free would be all the same as floating a few thousand your way" she hissed as she moved around behind Mackenzie again. She admired the pink bra and how it contrasted against the skin of her captive. She rolled her eyes when Mackenzie wasn't following along.

Silently she eased her black panties down from under her dress. It even surprised herself with how wet they already were as she stepped out of them. She smiled as she suddenly slipped the panties over Mackenzie's head, positioning the wet crotch right over the blonde girl's nose and mouth so every breath would inhale her sex scent. She fixed her dress and came back around, sitting back down with legs slightly spread. If Mackenzie would look she'd be able to see the perfectly bare pussy with swollen, darkened lips hiding underneath.

"Does that clear anything up for you?" she mused, leaning forward and pressing the panties against Mackenzie's face a little harder so she could feel how wet Anna was. "If I let you stay here, you'll need to get used to that smell. That taste. So take a sampling. Lick them like a good junkie slut."

The actions of Anna gave Mackenzie a better idea of what was expected of her. Though confused at this, she looked at Anna and nodded. "Y... yes... I think so."

She licked the panties, while trying not to feel grossed out. Sure, she had eaten pussy before. In fact, she had done just a day earlier but that was in the safe comfort of her own bedroom with a girl she actually loved. A girl that was, according to Anna at least, now being raped by men. Mackenzie shook the thoughts off her mind. If she herself were to have any chance of getting out of this place, wherever that was, she had to play along. So while not in the comfort of her bedroom but in a cold, bare and damp cell, she sniffed the panties, licked them and then began to suckle on it.

"Miss?" Mackenzie looked at Anna again. "I think I know what you want me to do but I will be better at it in a more... comfortable setting and with my hands free to move."

Anna scoffed as the captive girl had the audacity to ask to be more comfortable. "Of course. A twit like you should be in a much different position" she said angrily, walking to grab the keys to the cuffs that were holding Mackenzie in the chair.

She kept Mackenzie's legs cuffed together and arms restrained behind her, but did release the binds around her chest and lap. Quickly, she grabbed Mackenzie's hair and pulled, urging her to her feet. "Well let's go get you comfy then" she said as she started walking, pulling Mackenzie along to the door and out. She walked down the hallway to a seemingly random door, but all the doors had a purpose behind them.

Inside was a black bench in the middle of another type of cell. Leather straps hung off the wall as Anna pulled Mackenzie to the bench. "I'll uncuff you and you climb on this bench. Feet go back by your ass. Arms above your head. Try anything and you'll have three dicks pumping in you by sundown, in a bed right next to your girlfriend. Ex... girlfriend" she added with a small laugh as she unclasped the cuffs and patted on the bench.

Mackenzie wasn't sure what she had expected but when she was taken off the chair, she felt a little hope. Sure she knew she wasn't getting out of here, not yet but at least her captor would listen to reason. Carefully she hobbled after Andrea as well as her tied legs and ankles would allow her. Even if she was paying attention to where she was and where she was going, all the doors and corridors looked the same and she'd get confused soon enough.

Eventually she was taken into a room that scared her a little. The bench she was told to get on didn't look like a good place to be at but protesting was futile, she knew that.

With the door behind her locked, her ankle and arm restraints were taken off and meekly she climbed on the bench. Even with her clothes still on, she felt extremely vulnerable. She shivered as she lay still, expecting Andrea to soon come and restrain her again. And maybe more. "Please... I'll do whatever you want... Let Stephany go please. She has nothing to do with this..."

Anna walked around the room as Mackenzie climbed into the bench, assuming the position she was instructed. An eye roll as Mackenzie reference her girlfriend once again. Anna approached, holding the thick leather straps. She placed the first around Mackenzie's waist, clasping it underneath so it would be unreachable while she worked on the others.

"You'll do what I want regardless of what happens to Stephanie" Anna quickly clarified, placing another strap just under Mackenzie's breasts and pulling it tight. She moved to Mackenzie's arms, holding her wrists together and cuffing them to the head of the bench. Now Mackenzie was locked in place, but not good enough as Anna moved to her legs.

She strapped the legs in place, nice and wide apart, now leaving Mackenzie fully exposed and vulnerable. Now was when she could truly have her fun, and she wasted no time showing her intentions. She stood in view of Mackenzie, reaching back and sliding the zipper of her dress down before pulling it off. Her nipples were already hard atop her perky D cup breasts as she tossed the dress aside, walking close to Mackenzie. She could feel the heat between her legs as she climbed onto the bench, straddling Mackenzie's stomach, already leaving a patch of wetness on the girl's belly. "Now, what was it you said? You'd do whatever I want?" she teased as she ran her hands up and cupped Mackenzie's breasts firmly, rubbing her wet pussy over the girl's tight stomach.

As Anna strapped her in place, Mackenzie couldn't help but let a few tears of fear and of what fate might have befallen her girlfriend. Everything was her fault, not Steph's. She had stolen drugs from Anna thinking she could outsmart a seasoned criminal and do so without consequences. Now she lay here, strapped half naked to some deeply uncomfortable device. It was nothing though compared to what Steph had to go through.

She watched Anna undress and soon felt her on top of her. Mackenzie could feel the warmth off Anna on her stomach and bit her lip in fear and discomfort when Anna's hands cupped her breasts. "Please..." It was a broken, almost pathetic whimper that came out of Mackenzie's mouth. "I... I'm sorry... Please... what are you going to do to me?"

She knew by now that pleading for mercy was pointless. She was strapped down in the hands of the crime lord. Of course she was going to do whatever Anna wanted. What choice did she have. So instead of begging for things that wouldn't happen, she at least wanted to know what she was facing.

Anna smiled as she saw Mackenzie breaking. This is what she needed, to make the girl feel alone and helpless, to make her girlfriend a distant memory. Once she had fully broken and domesticated the girl, maybe she'd send an updated picture of Steph sipping a cocktail on a foreign beach somewhere, but for now she needed the leverage so she didn't have to hurt that pretty face instead.

Anna's hands slid down and then lifted up the bra, pushing it over Mackenzie's breasts as the girl begged to know what she was facing. She found the perky nipples, twisting and pulling at them as she continued to lightly grind on Mackenzie's stomach. "I suppose I could just kill you, dump your body in the desert" she said passively, as if it were an order she'd executed before.

She scooted up, her pussy now seated above Mackenzie's breasts, clearly visible to Mackenzie. "Unless you prove you have some talents I could use. I have needs, after all, that I think a pretty girl like you could help me with" she said as she knew the scent of her sex would likely be noticeable to Mackenzie with how close she'd moved. "Is that even a life worth living though? Would you rather I send you off to a brothel or on a one way car ride out in the deep, dark desert with some of my men?" She slid a hand down and rubbed her pussy, then brought her glistening fingers up towards Mackenzie's fingers, as if to suck on them if she agreed to be Anna's toy.


A submissive and vulnerable woman, finding herself in a desperate situation. She is attractive, as Anna takes interest in her body and is intent on using her for personal pleasure. Her personality shows that she is willing to comply with demands out of fear and concern for her girlfriend, Steph. This indicates that she has strong feelings of guilt and responsibility for the predicament they are both in.

As Anna strapped her in place, Mackenzie couldn't help but let a few tears of fear and of what fate might have befallen her girlfriend. Everything was her fault, not Steph's. She had stolen drugs from Anna thinking she could outsmart a seasoned criminal and do so without consequences. Now she lay here, strapped half naked to some deeply uncomfortable device. It was nothing though compared to what Steph had to go through.

She watched Anna undress and soon felt her on top of her. Mackenzie could feel the warmth off Anna on her stomach and bit her lip in fear and discomfort when Anna's hands cupped her breasts. "Please..." It was a broken, almost pathetic whimper that came out of Mackenzie's mouth. "I... I'm sorry... Please... what are you going to do to me?"

She knew by now that pleading for mercy was pointless. She was strapped down in the hands of the crime lord. Of course she was going to do whatever Anna wanted. What choice did she have. So instead of begging for things that wouldn't happen, she at least wanted to know what she was facing.


An eight-year-old student, small and delicate due to her age. She has a youthful innocence about her, with big eyes that reflect her curiosity and fear in the face of unfamiliar situations. Her personality is easily frightened but also exhibits some stubbornness, as seen from her initial denial of wrongdoing. However, she eventually displays compliance under pressure and shows signs of resilience despite the harsh punishments she faces. Despite this tough exterior, there are indications that she is prone to mischief like cheating on tests, suggesting a more complex character beneath her innocent facade.

Lily couldn't really handle the pain. The spanks were coming fast and hard, causing her bum to quickly change to red. Soon, she felt her inner thighs getting slapped and started to flinch from the strikes even more.

Once it was finally over, she started to breathe deeply. She thought it was the end, but her teacher gave her another command, and upon mention of the ruler, she quickly shook her head. "N-no, please Miss Derby. I already said I wouldn't lie to you." However, even though she said it, she knew that wasn't true: everyone needs to lie sometimes. She just didn't want to feel the ruler spanking her.

An extra-hard smack landed across both cheeks at that. "Are you still arguing and disobeying me?"

A burst of three slaps to the left buttock followed. "After what we've just said?" Then a set of three to the right bottom cheek. "You already earned the ruler just by cheating. You're not getting away from it."

Still going for very hard smacks, she went for a left-right pattern of six more, then one last smack that bridged across both. And then she started to lift Lily up herself: one arm hooked under her chest and armpits, and the other hand hooking a finger into her vagina. Thanks to the little girl being so small and light, she actually could lift her up that way, so she carried Lily over to the desk. "Now you can either get into position for this, or I'll flip you over and use the ruler to spank your front side."

Lily yelped out loud again when she felt both of her cheeks get spanked hard. More came as she continued to be spanked and listened to her teacher. After hearing she had already earned the ruler, she shook her head. "N-no I didn't do anything to deserve the ruler."

She then felt more smacks and a finger hooking into her privates, causing her to moan before she started to wiggle around trying to get free. "P-please don't miss Derby I promise I won't lie anymore. I-I don't want to get the ruler."

However, Miss Derby clearly wasn't interested in accepting the apologies or promises. Lily didn't seem to be getting into position as told, so that meant there was only one thing left to do, one thing she wasn't originally planning to do but had threatened. So she put one hand on Lily's side, and the other hand grabbed a leg, and she just rolled the girl onto her back, with her sore bottom touching the desk.

"It's too late to apologize, and when you lie like that, I can't believe you when you promise to behave. Lots of little boys and girls make promises just to get out of a spanking, but don't really behave unless they get the proper punishment!" She then picked the ruler up with her right hand, and used her left arm to scoop Lily's legs up and pull them back so the girl's knees were almost touching her own face. Her bottom was slightly raised and pointed out, and everything else was showing as well.

"So here's what is going to happen. I'm going to smack your front side until you apologize for disobeying me, and ask me to please spank your bottom very hard with the ruler." So saying, she started to do just that. She slammed the ruler down onto Lily's pussy, flattening her vulva and covering her slit. She then reached back, paused for one second, and gave another, right to the same spot. And again, she gave a little pause, waiting for the girl to speak...

Lily continued to try and get herself free, and once she was lying on her back and her sore bottom was pressed against the desk, she tensed up again. After hearing what her teacher said, she shook her head again. "N-no I'll be good, Miss Derby I'm a good girl."

She then felt her legs getting raised, revealing herself to her classmates again, and listened to her teacher again. "W-what I can't do that. I-I don't want to say things like that." Soon after she finished talking, she felt the ruler slam down on her private, making her yelp but also gave her a strange feeling as well. She felt it hit the same spot again, causing her to yelp again. Once her teacher paused, she realized she was supposed to speak. "P-please stop, Miss Derby I'm sorry I won't do it again. P-please stop. I'll be a perfect girl, please."

The teacher—quickly showing herself to be capable of great meanness after all—shook her head at that. That clearly wasn't what she wanted to hear, so she gave another hard smack of the ruler exactly where it had hit every time so far, making Lily's little crotch more red and more puffy and swollen. "No, that isn't what I asked you to say, is it?"

Another smack landed there. Already, all the skin was looking a deep magenta—it was a question of whether next it would start to bruise and go purple and blue, or start turning red raw, or swell more into a shiny red. And if the little girl didn't do as she was told, then quite possibly everyone was going to find out which would happen. "Now, are you going to do as you were told? Are you going to ask me to spank your bottom hard with the ruler? Because if you don't, you're going to get even more smacks here on your front."

Lily yelled out again as her private continued to be spanked by the ruler. It was starting to hurt a lot; her crotch was starting to get puffy and swell up, and she didn't know what to do. After hearing what her teacher said, she knew what she had to say to her to stop.

Before she could, however, she received a final spank on her private, letting out her last yelp before she started to beg. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Derby I'm a terrible girl p-please spank my bottom hard with the ruler. I-I deserve it."

Miss Derby stopped as soon as she heard the words. She let go of Lily's legs and gave her sore crotch a little rub and squeeze, feeling how puffy and warm it was thanks to the hard spanking. "All right. But you need to get into the proper position for it now. Roll over onto your front, and pull your knees up under your tummy. Keep your head down to the desk, then lift your bottom up in the air, before spreading your legs nice and wide. And then you'll be ready so I can spank your bare bottom red raw."

Lily couldn't help but twitch as her teacher rubbed and squeezed her puffy crotch but was relieved that it was finally over. After hearing what her teacher said, she nodded. "Yes, Miss Derby."

She then did as she was told, and once in position, she spread her legs and braced herself for her spankings. She didn't know how long she was going to have to take it or how many spankings she was going to receive. All she could hope was that the principal was more forgiving when she went to him.

"Much better. Now I want you to know, I am very tempted to give you ten smacks for each act of naughtiness today. The cheating, lying to me TWICE, disobeying me twice... that would be fifty smacks if I did that." She paused, letting that sink in. They both knew that Lily's bottom would be dark red after a spanking like that.

"But lucky for you, I have decided to be a bit nicer. Instead, we'll just see how many you need. And I will decide that. I'm hoping you won't even need ten, but we're probably looking at up to twenty. I'll watch your bottom as we go, and see how well you behave if you keep in position." And after saying so, she stepped in and swung the ruler hard, slamming it against both buttocks with a loud crack that echoed through the room. For a moment, Lily's bottom flattened out, then bounced and rippled from the impact. It even made that stripe numb for a few seconds, then tingling, before the pain started to rush in and the skin turned a deeper pink than the surrounding area. Where the edges of the ruler bit in, there were proper red marks. And that was just the first smack!

Lily's body froze when she heard that she might be receiving fifty spanks. She couldn't even imagine how much that would hurt and how red her bottom would be. However, her hope was restored after hearing her teacher start speaking again.

After hearing that the amount of spanks was based on how well she behaved, she braced herself harder so that she didn't move from the position. However, she couldn't prepare herself for the pain when the ruler finally struck her. Her bottom was already sensitive from the previous spankings, only adding to how much it hurt.

After letting out her loudest yelp yet, she moved her hands and grasped the edge of the desk for support. This was just the first smack, and she wanted to move already, but if she moved, it probably meant one more spank, so she was trying her best.

The first one wasn't even the worst—it wasn't an extra hard one to scare her. Instead, it turned out to be the normal strength for the smacks that Miss Derby had planned, as when Lily steadied herself and seemed ready for the next, the harsh teacher measured out three more smacks across her little bottom. They were all just as hard as the first one, and soon, almost her entire backside had felt the impact of the ruler.

The only good news was that while it hurt—quite a lot!—it was just a ruler. It didn't cut into her bottom, it didn't have holes to make the impact worse. And indeed, it was probably going to make her feel sore, but it would sort of numb her to future spankings. At least, for a little while. So if the principal also wanted to spank her, well, maybe she wouldn't feel it quite so bad.

Then the fifth smack landed, this time hitting almost the same spot as the first one, making the pain almost double there!

Lily stayed steady until she felt the next three smacks, letting out three more loud yelps. The pain was almost unbearable, but she knew she had to stay still or it would be worse, so she just started to cry and hold the table tighter.

Soon a fifth smack came, and it was harder than the previous ones, making her flinch forward as it struck her. There were countless tears in her eyes now, and she didn't know what to say. She just wanted it to be over, so she forced her own body back into position for any remaining spanks.

The rest were still quite bad, but somehow, after the shock of the first few, it just wasn't quite as torturous afterwards. In the end, she only gave five more, still spreading the smacks out with a few seconds of delay and trying not to cover the same area too many times. Of course, that was hard, with a little eight-year-old bottom as her target.

But in the end, it was done—a total of ten smacks of the ruler after that long hand spanking. "There. You held on, so you didn't get any extras. Now this is normally where you would be sent to stand in the corner. But that isn't going to be embarrassing enough, considering all that. Even leaving you in position here, kneeling so everyone can see your bottom hole and the back of your girl parts, won't be enough."

Miss Derby picked Lily up and walked back to the chair at the front of class. She then sat down and settled the girl onto her lap, hugging her from behind and slowly moving Lily's legs out to the sides. "So instead, here is what we will do. This is something we usually save for the bigger boys and girls when they are naughty and need to be embarrassed, but I think it can work on you. Reach down here with your hands..."

The teacher prodded at Lily's cleft with both hands. She slid one finger slightly into her slit and tapped the girl's clit with the other hand. "Slide some of your fingers up inside you here, and also rub this little bump. Keep doing it, and it will start to feel funny and even nice. Then keep going, and I'll know when you're ready to stop."

Lily didn't feel as much pain from the last five smacks, but her grip never loosened up so that she didn't move away from the spot, and before she knew it, the spanking was over, and her teacher was talking to her again.

After the talking was over, and she was now sitting in Derby's lap with her legs spread, she blushed and looked at her teacher's hands confused as they moved closer to her privates. A few small moans started to escape her mouth as the teacher demonstrated.

Once she was told to do it, she nodded and didn't hesitate to imitate what the teacher had shown her, causing her to continue to moan out softly. Of course, she didn't want to touch her private area in front of her class, but this at least felt nicer than it being smashed by the ruler.

"Yes, that's right, just like that. Keep going..." Miss Derby kept saying encouraging things to Lily, whispering to her to help her continue. But every now and then, she still reminded her to look forward and see the entire class there, who could all see her playing with her sore red pussy. A few times, she reached around and gave Lily's nipple a little pinch, or reached down to stroke her thighs and keep her little lips open. Just constant attention so the girl couldn't zone out and forget her surroundings.

Lily continued to enjoy herself, trying her best to forget that anyone was around, but her teacher kept touching her in multiple different locations, keeping her aware of her surroundings and making her unable to stop the embarrassment she was feeling. How much longer did she need to do this, why was the school allowing her to do this? Despite how much she wanted to protest, she kept her words to herself and continued to do as her teacher told her to.

Eventually, Miss Derby decided there had been enough entertainment there. Even after gently blowing against Lily's ear and neck, and sliding a finger underneath her to tease her bottom hole, it looked like the girl wasn't going to have a wild orgasm. Of course, at her age, it might just "feel good" for a while, and not be the visual display of older students. So the performance lasted a few minutes, but she ended up deciding it was enough. "Okay, you can stand up now."

After saying so, she lifted Lily to her feet, then fetched some of the girl's clothes for her—everything except her skirt and underwear. "You can put these back on now, and I'll just write you a note to take to the headmaster. And I'll be talking with him later, so it's no use just walking off and hiding for a while."

Lily was relieved when she finally was allowed to stop. She didn't know why but what she was doing felt nice, but she didn't want to do things like that in front of the class. So she just forgot about it and stood up when she was told she was allowed.

Once she had her clothes back, she put what she had got back on and then used her hands to cover her lower half. After hearing the teacher, she nodded. "OK I'll go there, don't worry, Miss Derby I learned my lesson." Of course, she was still worried as to what was going to happen in the principal's office, but she would have to wait until she got there.

Miss Derby wrote the note out, and made sure to be quite detailed—she explained everything that Lily did, as well as the punishments already given and the ones that would happen the next day. After that, she signed it, folded it in half, and then used a piece of tape to ''seal'' it like that. "All right, I expect you to carry this to the office and not open it or throw it away. And also, you need to hold it up higher than your waist—your lower body is on display as part of your punishment, so you're not allowed to cover up. Off you go, now."

Lily watched as the note was written, and once she had her orders, she opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it. "Y-yes, Miss Derby." She took the note and held it up to her tummy with both of her hands fully revealing her bright red bum and still slightly puffy privates before she left the room.

Once she was in the hall, she didn't take any extra time and rushed to the office as fast as she could to avoid being seen for too long. Once she had arrived, she looked down at the letter, tempted to open it and see what was going to happen, but restrained herself and just walked in.

"U-um excuse me. M-miss Derby send me here with this letter." Closing the door behind her, she moved over and put the letter on the desk, standing as close as she could to it to hide her lower half, waiting for her principal to read it and do something.