A man in his mid-thirties with a well-maintained physique due to working with his hands. He has dark hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. As a person, he is modest yet incredibly successful and values honesty in his relationships. Despite being somewhat lonely after the loss of his wife, John is resourceful and practical when it comes to managing his farm and hiring help.

John Jacobs was a modest yet incredibly successful man. He was born to a noble family and had lived as a successful business man. However that all hanged when his wife died attempting to give birth to his first son. Now he hid away on a farm,raising the crops and cattle by himself. However, as time past John began going a little crazy. With his wealth and the fact that he lived so far away from other individuals, John was able to afford things that normally were out of people's prince range.

In his mid thirties and in good shape. Working with his hands required that he maintain his body. The dark hair that topped his head was contrasted by his blue eyes and pale skin. Today, John had taken a day off. His slave was supposed to be brought to him today and he wanted to be able to see her. He had already prepared a bed for her, which was really more like an extremely fancy cage, as well as breakfast for her. With his wife gone, John didn't have many social outlets. However he planed on changing that and getting some help around this place with his indentured servant.

Gabriella Brooks was born to an incredibly poor family. Once, they had been wealthy, but robbers and bandits, as she called them, burned their house, stole their cattle, and burned their fields, basically, they took their money... She was in her early thirties, and she had pretty much worked all her life. She studied at night, reading books, she knew if she was going to be useful, she had to be strong and smart. If anybody had a skill, it was a ticket out of being poor... She could fight like the strongest men in the town she lived in, and made money from that, but it still wasn't enough... She was quite attractive, what with tanned skin, bright red hair, and bright green eyes, and she had curves in the right places. She had a wild, untamed sort of beauty to her. She looked sort of depressed, seeing the fields as she arrived where she was going to work, it reminded her of what she used to have before it was all taken away.

John took a good look at Gabriella. He loved the contrast in her eyes and her hair. Her body looked capable and strong. Her body looked as though it had been used to outdoor work, which pleased John. It had meant that she wasn't going to be dead weight around the house. If only she wouldn't smile, John though as he admired her.

He lead her to the dinning room, where breakfast was ready. He had a lot of everything prepared for her. This wasn't going to be a normal routine for her though. Normally, she would be the one making breakfast for him. Currently he had a lot of bread, cheese, butter, eggs, some nuts, apples, pears and even bacon for her to choose from.

"Sit down and eat with me" he said to her. He pointed towards the food and urged her to pick something to eat. He already had his plate ready and was planning on eating just bread, a par and nuts. He was a vegetarian, but he wasn't that strict with his diet. "Get your food quickly" h told her. "Once we are done eating, I want to be able to ask you a few questions before we go out to the fields"

Gabriella got off of her transport, she had a wistful look on her face as she looked at the fields, the health of the growth reminded her of times sweet, yet times that had long since passed. Gabriella's eyes widened when she saw the bounty of food, though it was another reminder of when she was young, her family had this much food, and beyond... She took a bit of everything, she had never been picky with her diet, she had never ingested a food that had sickened her yet. It was amazing about how she could fit it all on one plate, but Gabriella was good at organizing, and she had organized everything in such a way it all fit on her plate.

John smiled as he watched the strong woman eat. "Gabriella" John said slowly. He had already thought about how to tell what he needed to tell her, but it still made him relatively uncomfortable. "I want to make something clear before we start the day. I'm hiring you because I have a list of tasks that I need to have done around the fields. I need someone to help tend to the bourses while they eat, I need someone to help mend the crops all year long and I need someone to help clean around the house" he looked right at her now. Around the town there weren't too many women who had green eyes as well as red hair. There was something stunning about it. He had paused for a moment but then continued.

"However, I am a man and a man has other needs as well. I know legally, I can not make you agree to those terms. I can pay you considerably more money than what you are most likely going to get anywhere else, as well as a place to sleep and my protection." He looked at her and covered a little smile on his face. He didn't know if he needed to add the last bit about protection because she looked like the kind of woman who could handle herself. "Are you willing to work under these conditions?" He asked "because if you aren't willing to tend to my other needs I can simply pay you to tend to my horses for today, and let you sleep here for the night. However you will have to go in the morning"

Gabriella finished eating before she spoke, as it was rude to talk while eating, as well as rather disgusting. She spoke,"I am happy to work, it allows me to be with what I once had... I can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, but I can come pretty close to it." She listened to the tail end of him talking, and even though she didn't like it, she did need the money,"I agree to your terms, however, all I really ask for is for you to be completely honest with me, and I will be completely honest with you. Lies have a way of biting you when you least expect it. So, let's get to work!" She looked like she could down him, and still look pretty while doing it.

John smiled as he was OK with Gabriella's standards. She didn't ask him to do anything that he didn't think he could do because he was a pretty honest guy. He was a little worried about how frail she may be since that became one of her requirements. It made him think that she might be an injured soul and that he should probably be incredible gentle with her. He thought about some tasks that he could require her to do today.

"Today I have a simple task for you. I need you to ride with one of my horses out to town and take it to the doctor." John was a loner and he didn't like going into town. The nearest town was about 10 miles away and it would probably take a while for her to take the horse to town, receive the medicine from the doctors and then bring it back. John really didn't like going to town because it prevented him from doing the other stuff that he needed to do in the fields. He would probably mostly require her to handle those chores for him.

"The sick horse is the small white one that is in the barn and isolated from everyone else. You can take another horse with you if you need to. After that, I'd need you to buy some rope at the market. It should be something thin and relatively flexible. After that I want you to come back and I want you to cook something for me and wait for me to return." He smiled as he asked " Can you do that for me?"

"I can do it, worry not... I am curious, though. How long has the said horse been sick, and what are the symptoms? I want to make sure the doctors give the right medicine. I am nothing if not thorough." Gabriella spoke. She had a soft spot for horses, they were beautiful creatures, they were strong and fast. There were race horses. There were horses bred to look pretty. There were horses bred for work...

John was honestly a little surprised by her response. He was impressed that she seemed to have taken an interest in animals. "I honestly am not sure what's wrong with it" he said. "It has been having trouble breathing and it doesn't seem to eat as much as it should. I think it might have have some inflammation in its throat or something." He paused for a second. "It's pretty young but most of my horses that i don't uses specifically for travel are for sale. I breed a couple of them and then sell them to the villagers. I haven't named the young sick one however. Do you like horses? Do you want it?" He asked.


A woman in her early thirties with an attractive and strong appearance. She has tanned skin, bright red hair, green eyes, and curves in all the right places, giving her a wild and untamed beauty. Personality-wise, Gabriella is hardworking, intelligent, and resourceful. She values honesty in her relationships and has a soft spot for horses. Despite her difficult past, she remains determined to improve her situation through work and skill development.

"I can do it, worry not... I am curious, though. How long has the said horse been sick, and what are the symptoms? I want to make sure the doctors give the right medicine. I am nothing if not thorough." Gabriella spoke. She had a soft spot for horses, they were beautiful creatures, they were strong and fast. There were race horses. There were horses bred to look pretty. There were horses bred for work...


A stern and strict figure with a strong belief in discipline. He is meticulous, shown by his careful preparation of punishment tools like the birch bundle, leather belt, and groove strap. His calm yet cross demeanor suggests he is not easily swayed by emotions when it comes to enforcing rules. Despite his harsh methods, he cares about Julie's upbringing and academic success.

Julie's father, Peter, waited at home. After the phone call he had received, he was livid. He could hardly believe his daughter had managed to get expelled from school. He thought he had been doing a good job of raising her, teaching her to do the right thing. Evidently not.

Of course, it had been some time since her last proper punishment. Clearly, he should have been giving her more maintenance discipline to keep her in line and on her best behavior. He really had no alternative; he was going to have to give her one of the very worst punishments. Already, a birch bundle was soaking in a bucket of salt water, and he was just finishing oiling up the leather belt—and the special groove strap.

Soon, she would arrive home. And then, the punishment would start immediately.

Julie was walking slowly. She didn't want to go home. In the morning, she left the home happy, but at school teachers managed to have proof of her exams. They discovered she cheated, and the result was a zero in all marks and the immediate expulsion from school.

At some point, she managed to arrive home and opened the door carefully. Thinking quickly about what to say to her parents, she said "I... I'm home daddy"

It was obvious from the look on his face—and the fact that he was oiling up the thick leather strap—that he knew what had happened. There was no chance he hadn't been told, that she could escape punishment. He just looked at her, calm but still very cross, and spoke. "Put your bag down and come here. Then I want you to tell me the truth about today."

After all, she had cheated on all exams. She had been found out, and so she had a zero on all exams, a failing grade across the board. And so being expelled would mean trying to find a new school to accept her when her official grades were "Zero, failed completely" in every subject and with "Expelled due to cheating" written across her record. Finding a new school would be hard. By comparison, punishing her to the utmost would be easy.

Julie gulped as she said the strap. She put her bag down, over the ground, and walked slowly towards her daddy. "Well... I... cheated and failed..." she started feeling really scared and, of course, sorry. "I'm so sorry, daddy. I just... was nervous and scared about failing so I tried to cheat, but I got caught..." she continued quickly.

The fact was, she was expelled for cheating, so now she had to find a new school and try to clean her record. But her worries now were her daddy and her punishment.

"If you didn't want to fail, you should have studied hard beforehand and tried hard—asked for help learning the material. Even if you had failed, you wouldn't have received a zero," Peter was clearly very angry.

"Right. Seeing as you were expelled, you don't need that uniform anymore. Take it off, fold it up neatly, and put it on the table over there. You're not going to need your underwear either until we can find you a new school—and if that means we have to reschedule everything to homeschool you, then so be it. You'll never wear underwear again. So take that off, throw it in the wash, then come here. We're going to start with the belt and cane, and see where we go from there."

Julie took a look at her daddy and started complaining "is not fair..." but when she saw he was really, really disappointed, she accepted and slowly took off all her clothes.

At this point, her body was trembling in terror. The idea of a punishment was really scary, but the idea of being caned in her nude bottom was like her worst nightmare. Soon, she was all nude in front of her daddy, with her face down, and feeling so vulnerable.

"I know you're used to a warm-up spanking before we move on, but you're not getting that this time. Instead, we're going to start with the cane, to hurt the most, and then that's going to be made worse by using the belt on top of it." Standing up, Peter put the strap aside and took the long, thick cane—despite her age, he used a senior school cane—from the table. "Right. Get on the sofa, kneeling with your legs spread wide apart."

Julie moaned, but she walked to the sofa. Once there, she kneeled on her all fours with her legs spread, showing her ass and pussy to her daddy. "Sorry daddy," she apologized, hoping he wouldn't hit her.

Peter swished the cane through the air a few times before lining it up behind her. He was about ready to start. "Every time you straighten up, you earn ten special smacks with the wooden spoon."

The special smacks—all to the pussy. Usually, he didn't give more than twenty, but he was probably going to start with more than that, and ten for each time she broke position... with that, he swung the cane in hard, landing it right across her sit-spots.


A 10 years old girl prone to making poor decisions under pressure, as seen in her choice to cheat on exams. She is fearful of failure and the consequences it brings, suggesting an anxious personality. Her reactions indicate that she is not defiant but rather submissive and compliant when confronted with authority.

Julie moaned, but she walked to the sofa. Once there, she kneeled on her all fours with her legs spread, showing her ass and pussy to her daddy. "Sorry daddy," she apologized, hoping he wouldn't hit her.


A 20 years old woman with striking blue eyes that reflect her innocence. She's naturally beautiful, and her physique suggests she has never been with a man before. Despite her youth, there's an air of resilience about her. She's quick to adapt to situations, though she often finds herself nervous and anxious due to her lack of experience. Her vulnerability does not mask her spirit; it seems clear that while she may be captive now, she won't submit easily or without struggle.

Suddenly, Anna heard the distinct lock and click of the cabin door opening. Swinging open on creaking hinges. No doubt thanks to the ranging storm. The man's long, dark hair was matted to his face. With one look, it was no question that this man was the captain. Anna swallowed nervously, ceasing her struggles. She flinched as there was a loud crash of thunder, as if to emphasize the captain's words. She could smell the rain on his skin. His voice was cool and calm, like a deadly dagger dipped in honey. Nothing like the raging storm outside.

Her heart was pounding audibly in her ears as she managed to free herself of the cloth gag that had been keeping her silent. Panting Anna demanded, "What do you want from me?" She wiped her lips with nervous hands. The man had obviously been soaked from the rain. Making his scent stronger. It seemed there was a warning tone in making him angry. It seemed he could anger quickly, and when he was angry... she had read and heard stories about people and woman being whisked away on pirate ships. As much as Anna wanted to deny it, she had a sinking feeling that she had just become one of those girls.

Felix saw, even for the faintest second, the sudden realization dawning on the girl as she realized the predicament she was in. Or at least beginning to realize since he wasn't sure she was aware of what could happen to her.

He continued to take off layers of wetted clothes until he was left with only his shirt and pants on. He did it all while watching her and fishing for her reactions. "Now, since you're in my cabin, it means you're mine for as long as I deem fit. Or until I die"

He said the last part matter-of-factly since he was well aware of the possibility to die in the next raid or the one after that. However, until that happened he was more than willing to enjoy his time at any cost. "However, I can always send you down with the rest of the crew if you find these accommodations not to your liking".

When he said that he eyed her whole body, up and down and even undressed her in his head. He was very anxious to do that in reality as well, but he wanted to take his time with it since they had plenty before he was needed again. "That being said, you'll want to keep me happy. Understood?"

In silence, she watched as the man stripped. Wearing only a tunic shirt and knickers. He was indeed very muscular. And dominating. Young Anna had never laid with a man before. After all, she was only twenty. She swallowed hard. Her heart pounding in her chest like it was trying to escape. Was she to be his slave for life? Her heart seemed to sink into her stomach. Part of Anna found him attractive. But another part of her resented the situation she was in.

Anna certainly had no interest in being sent down to the crew. She nodded wearily. His captive squirmed nervously in the bindings around her ankles. She really wasn't sure what to make of this. His long, dark hair was tied in a tight ponytail. A scar on his face. From a sword? There was another crash of thunder as he questioned if Anna understood. Almost as if he had command not only of the ship and his crew, but of the elements as well.

"You'll excuse the rope" Felix said nonchalantly pointing at her restraints. He sat down at his desk and started to stuff tobacco down a pipe with meticulously calculated movements. As he did, he continued to speak. "I must make sure you understand the state you are in, before I trust you enough to be free". His tone was sincere. After all, she was on a ship. As long as he was captain and the crew knew she belonged to him, none would dare touch her. So he was not opposed to giving her some degree of freedom. But as long as she had any degree of fighting in her, he wasn't gonna take any chances.

He lit the pipe and the smoke filled the air with the rancid smell of the burning leaves. His movements were again, slow and calculated, as opposed to the erratic movements of the ship and random clash of thunder outside of it. The contrast was quite visible, but it made for a pleasant enough picture. He gave the woman some looks from head to toe, checking out the prize he had gotten. Then a question dawned on him: "Are you a virgin?" he asked as nonchalantly as he had done anything since he came inside.

By the way the man behaved himself he left the impression that he was in control of everything around there and that he was free to do and speak as he pleased. And there was a certain part of him that enjoyed it greatly, despite the appearances he might want or try to keep.

Sharp, blue eyes studied the captain. Anna relatively knew the situation she was in. She knew there was no escaping from a ship full of hungry pirates and their captain. But then, the abrupt question of whether she was a virgin or not was asked. Did she dare answer? The man was definitely the captain. Just his presence alone was dominating.

It was true though, that Anna has never lain with a man. Sure, she had dreams of it someday. But not like this. She shifted nervously in her ropes, swallowing hard. Clearly uncomfortable by the question. Though she didn't answer, it was clear enough that she indeed was a virgin. Her heart pounding, she scooted back upon the bed. It wasn't moments later that Anna could smell the strong scent of the tobacco and wrinkled her nose.

The captain expected her answer before even asking the question. But what Felix was truly after was a reaction. Which he was not going to lie, disappointed him. She didn't do much but swift around like an anxious little kid. The smoke from his pipe got more out of her than the question he posed. Nevertheless, he still intended to get what he wanted, one way or another. He didn't move from the desk he was standing at, but he focused all his attention on her when he spoke.

"Very well, silence can be an answer too. Get naked" he said and motioned towards her clothed body with his pipe. He wanted to see her before deciding if she was worth the trouble and the effort of teaching her. At worst, she would have been a good fuck and then a small profit on the slave market. At best, she could be around for a long while to keep him occupied. But it all depended on her obedience and eventual skills. The beauty was something subjective anyway.

It took several moments for what he ordered to sink in. Get... get naked? Just the last question alone made her uncomfortable. Anna felt her cheeks become flush. The young woman squirmed, but something told her she had best do so. Grimacing, she somehow managed to slip free from her dress. Her hands trembling, fumbling with the cotton fabric. The ropes binding her ankles making it awkward. Perhaps it was his smooth but deadly commanding way, but she was soon stripped. She grimaced underneath the captain's intense gaze. Reflexively she tried to cover herself, curling up her body against the plush pillows.


A commanding figure, with long, dark hair matted to his face and a scar that suggests past battles. His muscular build reflects physical strength and dominance. He exudes an aura of authority that confirms his position as the captain of the ship. His personality is assertive and he enjoys control; he relishes in intimidating others and holds no qualms about exploiting situations for his own pleasure. Despite his harsh exterior, Felix is methodical and calculated in his actions, revealing a keen intellect beneath his rugged appearance.

It took several moments for what he ordered to sink in. Get... get naked? Just the last question alone made her uncomfortable. Anna felt her cheeks become flush. The young woman squirmed, but something told her she had best do so. Grimacing, she somehow managed to slip free from her dress. Her hands trembling, fumbling with the cotton fabric. The ropes binding her ankles making it awkward. Perhaps it was his smooth but deadly commanding way, but she was soon stripped. She grimaced underneath the captain's intense gaze. Reflexively she tried to cover herself, curling up her body against the plush pillows.

Felix was studying her movements attentively. However, his patience was short. Not in general, but for such occasions, he lacked the necessary resolve to not rush things. Besides, he found it completely and utterly stupid for a woman her age to be a virgin. Of course, he liked the idea of corrupting her, but seeing as she was a natural beauty, if she had the slightest experience, things would have been much better.

When she rushed to cover herself he put out the pipe he was smoking and shook his head. His hands motioned to her get up and take her hands away from her body. He wanted to enjoy her fully, not covered in pillows. The cloth was something he was used with seeing. Her naked body wasn't. "Shyness won't get you anywhere. The quicker you get rid of it, the better for both of us" he said as he moved closed to her with a wicked smile on his face.


A passionate and sexually driven male blood elf who is highly aroused by the explicit encounter with Tellara. He takes control of the situation, involving nightsabers in various ways to stimulate Tellara further. He has an impressive 13-inch penis and possesses considerable sexual stamina.

Eladir went silent as he started to pick up his pace. He thrusted both finger and cock wildly into both of Tellara's holes. He balls slapped against her thighs, every time he pushed into her, and every time he did, he pushed in with such force, that his cock was digging deeper and deeper into her with every push. He held his non active hands onto her asscheek, slowly he started to spank her, while he continued pounding her. He started to pant and moan again, his tongue rolling out his mouth, and his eyes went up towards the sky in pleasure.

Two of the sabers was now getting focused at her left nipples, lapping eagerly onto it, while the third was focused at her right nipple, suckling and licking at it. The female sabers growled lowly, only to be answered with a smaller mewl. Under the shadow of a tree, on Tellara's front, sit a smaller saber, it was no alpha, far from it. It looked out curiously at Tellara, this one was a male, it was clear to see due to the large red dick standing under it belly. The small saber licked its muzzle, while continuing watching the actions in front, not sure of what to do.

Tellara suddenly noticed this new sabre in their midst. She looked at it with hungry eyes, wanting more and more pleasure even as the blood elf administered it at a debilitating level. Her bestial yellow eyes beckoned it forth as it began padding towards her with a lick of its lips. She gripped the firm red cock in her dainty yet forceful hand, and started sucking on it vigorously, grinning as the sabre let out a soft purring yowl.

Tellara moaned uncontrollably as her ass and womanhood were pounded in equal measure, although it was a sound muffled by the filling contents of her mouth. She noted with disappointment that the stamina of the small nightsabre was nowhere near the blood elf's, as the sticky hot White liquid poured into her mouth. She didn't let go of the nightsabre though, her tongue lapping at it's convulsing cock, As she heard herself moaning in deafening volume, coming close to climax as she felt Eladir's manhood pounding at her soft pussy.

The panting blood elf leaned over Tellara, wrapping an arm around her. He moaned out loud, which indicating that he was getting closer. He looked up at her, sucking the small saber, smiling. He looked at the three female sabers, wandering around them in circles, not knowing what to do. He got up at his knees again, and pulled his thumb out of Tellara's rosebud, he smirked and spread the one of the asscheek again, nodding at one of the saber. He jumped up onto the night elfs back, and then leaned its head down to let its rough tongue slide over and inside her slight opened butthole.

He looked at the second female saber, and placed the finger he had inside Tellara before, over her clit, which made the curious saber crawl under her, and slide its long tongue across his balls and over the kal'doreis clit. Meanwhile Eladir started to fuck slower, but much harder, almost throwing Tellara forward every time he pushed in. He also massaged her one asscheek, sometimes pressing her puckered hole onto the wet rough cat tongue inside her.

The third female saber wandered a little in circles, still not knowing what to do, but then it saw the male saber cum and it walked over to join Tellara in the licking of the sabers manhood. The female saber gently pushed Tellara's head to the other side of the cock, as she started to lap her tongue over the red rod on the smaller saber, causing it to purr and growl loudly, and even remain hard while starting to slowly drip precum again.

Tellara could really feel Eladir now. She moaned loudly, gasping as she felt all the contours of the 13 inch dick inside of her, sliding slowly in and out as she felt herself tighten around him. The nightsabre sent her over the edge as she felt it's textured Tongue slide across her butt hole. She felt as if she was coming close to her orgasm, knowing it would be any time now. And, as Tellara reflected on the day's events, she couldn't have hoped for a better night out. Yet something strange happened, as Tellara felt Eladir's huge member pounding her, and the nightsabres nipping and licking all over.

Her mana started fluctuating. She tried to keep it down, but just lost her grip more and more as she moaned in pleasure. All around them, blades of grass reached to stretch skywards, and trees and saplings grew exponentially, as Tellara felt her orgasm coming on. With all her mana flowing from her, Tellara felt like she was going to explode. She moaned with delight as the magical energies crackled across her body, making her skin tingle on top of all her other sensations. She couldn't hold it any more, her skin lit up, and she shone with the light of the very moon that watched them, as she came to her climax under the gaze of nature.

Eladir didn't notice much of what happened around him and Tellara, he continued pounding into her, quite furiously now. Seeing the sabers work on her drove him over, pushing him into a sexual overdrive. His balls was slapping hard against her thighs, his thrusts turning to be rapid. Every time he pushed in, he was digging his cock good and deep into her. He moaned loud, only interrupted by his own panting. When he felt her orgasming, and her cunt spasming and clenching onto his dick, he roared out. He thrusted one more time, and then he came. He spurted a heavy load of semen deep into the night elf.

He leaned over her body, causing the sabers to growl and jump back. He held onto her, as he kept filling her with his seed. He came like a waterfall, it must have been quite a long time since he last had a chance for any fun like this. The saber roared along with Eladir, circling around the two of them, until Eladir plugged himself out, lying down onto his back. As the semen dripped out of Tellara's cunt, the nightsabres was quick, all four of them. They started t o push and lap onto her punished cunt, attempting to get all the cum.

Tellara just collapsed, it being all she could do at this point. Something that looked akin to green lightning arced across her body, before fizzling out. She felt like she could take no more, even as the sabees crowded around her dripping pussy, but she was much too exhausted to stop them, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted. Tellara slid her back up against a tree, so she could see Eladir over the pack of lusty sabres, still lapping at the mess of fluids pouring from her.

She held a Hand to one of their snouts, stroking it in loving affection, but this only prompted it to divert it's attention to her heaving breasts. She looked at her exhausted mate, smiling tiredly at him from behind the nightsabres. With a grin, and a decline in panting, Tellara spoke up, words protruding between pants of exertion. "So... What do you think... of Goldshire now?" she asked, smiling warmly at her blood elf friend.

Eladir lied back panting. His cock returned to a non erect stage, lying down his thigh. He looked up into the sky, slowly getting more and more control over his breathing, until he in he end finally got completely control. He smiled and lied his hands behind his back, resting oh so wonderful. "Well, I do find it very pleasing, thank you my lovely Kal'dorei."

He smiled, quickly throwing a smile to Tellara, but was soon blocked by the nightsabre, who all surrounded Tellara. The male saber stood in front, his big, red rod was still standing beneath his body. He licked at her big breasts, especially her nipples, before placing his paws onto her shoulder, raising himself so that the rod was standing right in front of her face. He growled, two female sabers joined in to lick at each side of the big manhood, this stimulation caused it to grow even more, and it seemed even bigger than the blood elf. The third female saber was behind, licking at the sack of the male saber, which might have caused the extra growth. The male saber leans its head down, to slide its rough tongue over Tellara's neck, slowly thrusting its hips back and forth, moving the cock closer to Tellara's face, and then away.


A female night elf who seems to have an insatiable appetite for pleasure, willingly engaging in sexual activities with both Eladir and the nightsabers. She has bestial yellow eyes and large breasts that attract the attention of her partners. Her personality is characterized by her desire for more stimulation even when she's already overwhelmed, indicating a strong sense of lust and adventurousness.

Tellara just collapsed, it being all she could do at this point. Something that looked akin to green lightning arced across her body, before fizzling out. She felt like she could take no more, even as the sabees crowded around her dripping pussy, but she was much too exhausted to stop them, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted. Tellara slid her back up against a tree, so she could see Eladir over the pack of lusty sabres, still lapping at the mess of fluids pouring from her.

She held a Hand to one of their snouts, stroking it in loving affection, but this only prompted it to divert it's attention to her heaving breasts. She looked at her exhausted mate, smiling tiredly at him from behind the nightsabres. With a grin, and a decline in panting, Tellara spoke up, words protruding between pants of exertion. "So... What do you think... of Goldshire now?" she asked, smiling warmly at her blood elf friend.


A 16-year-old girl with blonde hair that falls just past her shoulder blades. She has hazel eyes and stands at a height of 5'5". While not considering herself a stunning beauty like her older sister, she's certainly not unattractive. Her body is more modestly endowed compared to her sister, particularly in terms of breast size. Personality-wise, Lucy is introspective and somewhat insecure about her appearance and lack of romantic experience. Despite these insecurities, she maintains a caring demeanor towards her younger brother and demonstrates an ability to engage in playful banter. She also shows signs of being protective and slightly possessive over him.

Lucy was quite disgruntled, to say the least. Lying sprawled on her bed, the blonde sixteen-year old gazed longingly at her magazine filled with handsome men, all conveniently topless. Unlike her older sister, Lucy wasn't a stunning beauty. At least, she didn't see herself as such. With hair that just relaxed past her shoulder blades, hazel eyes, and a height of 5'5, Lucy was sure that any pretty boy would overlook her in favor of anyone else. Even her breasts felt lacking—they weren't small, exactly, but her sister was more, well, endowed.

With a groan, she planted her face into her pillow, feeling very inadequate. She had never even gotten to kiss a boy, and Lucy so desperately wished to feel that, just once.

With great effort, she sat up, using her magazine. She was looking after her younger brother while their parents were out, and it was about time for lunch. She headed to his bedroom to ask what he wanted, and her mind was still preoccupied with her troubles.

Damien missed his sisters, especially when he was bored. Well, he mostly missed Lucy. It didn't mean he did not miss Brianna, but Lucy had always been his friend and playmate. While Lucy was quick to join him on his childhood escapades, making mischief or rough-housing, Brianna was more the type who always ''looked after'' him; she was there mainly as an alternative to Mom. Not to mention, ever since Damien turned 12, he felt a little uncomfortable around Brianna, especially when she hugged him, occasionally rough-housed with him, or simply draped her arm over him. It didn't help that she had a drum-tight stomach and bulging boobs. Lucy, on the other hand, didn't scream sexuality.

However, Lucy was 16 now, so she spent most of her days in the room. She wasn't fun anymore. Brianna had work and college course work; so even though she lived at home, she was hardly ever around. And when she was around, and did have time for Damien; all she wanted to do was talk and ''hang out''. Damien she had nothing to do. He could hang out with his friends, but it was too hot to do anything outside, much less hop on his bike or shoot some hoops. So he lay on his bed, bored out of his mind, trying to occupy himself with a video game. It was getting frustrating and boring. If only he knew all those cool cheats and codes the nerds did, then maybe it would be more fun.

With a polite, gentle knock on his bedroom door, Lucy poked her head inside, glancing at her little brother with a little smile. "Hey, Damian, it's about time for lunch. Want anything?"

Lucy was hardly a cook by any means, but a simple meal was well within her capabilities. Hopefully, a little cooking and talking with her cute little brother would help take her mind off the boy troubles that plagued her. She didn't see much family resemblance between them, which was a blessing in her opinion. It meant he got too cute, and would most likely become handsome when he grew up. Whoever ended up going out with him would be a lucky girl...

"Oh, what's that?" Lucy asked, noticing the game that Damien was playing. She wasn't, amongst many other things, not an avid gamer, but a friend of hers had shown off a video of a game just like it before. "Looks familiar... Is this the one where you can make things explode by touching them or something?"

Damien glanced up as Lucy slipped into his room. He shrugged at her offer for lunch. "I don't know. Grilled cheese, perhaps?" He looked over at his computer. He cracked a smile when she noticed what he was playing. He'd hardly given it any notice any more. "Yeah, it is. Have you played it?" Perhaps his sister could give him some tips or even help him get past this level. She was more fun playing computer games with than Brianna.

"I haven't, but I've seen someone play..." Lucy replied, stepping over and leaning over Damien's shoulder to peer more closely at the screen. "Um, let's see, how did it go?"

Lucy began trying to recall how that video went. It involved bringing up some form of hidden options menu with a key combination, and then going on to do truly ridiculous stuff. "Come to think of it, shouldn't you be outside or something?" Lucy suddenly asked. "What're you doing playing games like this?"

With a playful smile, Lucy folded her arms atop Damien's head to lean her head upon them. "It's days like this that you should be looking for cute girls! Or, well, any girls, I guess." Though honestly, if Damien HAD gone looking for a girlfriend, Lucy would not be happy when he inevitably succeeded. He was as cute as Brianna was pretty, after all.

Damien didn't really mind when Lucy leaned on his head. At least she didn't have basketball sized boobs like Brianna did. Brianna always made him uncomfortable when she did that. In response to Lucy's question, he rolled his eyes. "It's too hot. At least playing games keeps me inside, where it's nice and cool. Besides, where would I look for girls anyway? The mall? The pool? It's too hot to ride my bike anywhere, and you still need Mom, Dad, or Brianna to supervise you when you drive, so I can't ask you to take me. We're both kinda stuck here."

"...True," Lucy sighed. They were both stuck in the house together, with not a whole lot to do. There was the video games, but those rarely held her attention too long, especially when backseat gaming.

"Though on a day like this, there must be tons of girls at the pool," Lucy decided to continue her teasing. "All of them wearing bikinis, soaked in the water and drying off in the sun..." Now, if only she were that pretty and heat-resistant. Instead, Lucy got to stay in her room, looking through her magazines filled with topless, perfect men.

"Days like this are the worst, huh?" Lucy sighed, mostly to herself as she remained leaning on his head.

Damien grimaced as his sister rattled off her descriptions of girls at the pool. If he thought about it too hard, he might start getting an erection. At 12, he was very easily aroused, no thanks to the excess hormones coursing through him.

"Yeah... these days are pretty bad... No car, too hot to use the bike..." He decided to change the subject. "So what have you been up to? You're stuck here, same as me, and I don't think you've just been spending all day laying around staring at the ceiling."

"Uh..." as this was basically what she had been doing (well, she stared at magazines, but still), it was a little hard to convincingly deny. Still, as his older sister, she didn't want to seem too pathetic. "...right, right, lunch!" Lucy remembered. Finally, moving away from Damien, she quickly left his room, saying, "it'll be done in about ten minutes, all right?"

Once in the hallway, Lucy sighed, wishing she could seem a little more... Grown-up. Damien was 12, and had just as much experience with the opposite sex as herself. That wasn't right! And at this rate, he'd probably have a girlfriend before long. It was almost distressing, knowing she'd be single long after her siblings get married or something.

She came to a stop when a certain thought entered her head, which she quickly dispelled. There was no way he'd want to do something so... weird! Where had that even come from?! No... Damien was just her cute little brother. Nothing more.

Apparently, staring at the ceiling was all Lucy had done. Damien shook his head and collapsed over on his bed, as soon as Lucy scuttled off to fix lunch. He waited about five minutes or so before he lugged himself up and ambled over to the kitchen. It wasn't that he was so hungry he was impatient; but rather, he didn't want Lucy to feel that he was just going to wait in his room for her to bring his food to him. He smiled as he hopped up onto his seat.

"How long until Brianna gets home?" he asked, trying to make conversation. "I hope she's not too tired to do something with us. At least she has something to do all day. It's always so boring around here."

"Eh? Oh, uh... Can't remember," Lucy shrugged, watching the cheese melt on the toast. "Half an hour, I guess?" Still feeling awkward about her thought from earlier, she made sure not to look at her brother until his lunch was finished, at which point she brought it over, placing the plate in front of him and taking a seat beside him. "...Today sure is boring," Lucy reiterated awkwardly. "There's gotta be something we can do..."

Damien waited patiently while Lucy made his lunch. He failed to notice that she was avoiding his gaze. "Any ideas?" he asked. "I wish we had a pool, so we could go swimming. And there's nothing good on TV—unless you want to watch gay kids' shows on PBS or Qubo, or those Jerry Springer rip-offs they have on the other channels."

"Well, we could sit in a bath if you'd prefer swimming," Lucy suggested jokingly. "But yeah... rip-off shows seem to be the highlight of today..." Telling Damien to finish his lunch, Lucy headed for the living room to find something to watch.

Damien followed Lucy into the living room and sat down. "Do you really think the tub will fit both of us?" he joked. The idea of sitting in the bath in lieu of a pool was silly, but somewhat appealing. Damien thought it would be just the way to cool off. He sometimes wished his parents would put in a pool, but then unbidden images of Brianna in a bikini appeared, and he stopped. Brianna seemed so oblivious when she teased and wrestled him in her bathing suit; it made Damien dread going to the pool or the beach with her. At least he didn't get all discombobulated whenever he saw Lucy in a bathing suit. "Too bad we couldn't go to the pool, just the two of us..." he mused.

"The two of us?" Lucy repeated, turning and raising an eyebrow at her brother. "You almost sound like you want to see me in a swimsuit." Lucy switched the TV to the 'desired' show and sat next to her brother, feeling ever-so-slightly awkward. She'd made such silly jokes, after all...

"Well," Damien said, starting to blush. "You do look better than Brianna in a bathing suit, that's for sure. At least you fit in it. Brianna looks like her boobs are going to pop out or something. Besides, you're more fun than her. Not that she's not cool or anything, but we tend to have more fun together when it's just us."

Everything else Damien said was lost on Lucy, as her mind focused on that one compliment; 'better than Brianna in a bathing suit'. She was beginning to blush quite noticeably now. This was the first compliment she'd gotten from a boy... And it was her brother! Why was it making her react like it was some boy she liked?! "Ah, well, um... th-thanks..." Lucy murmured awkwardly. "You, um... Look cute in your swimsuit too..."


A 12-year-old boy who is still in the process of growing up, with a scrawny build and some remaining baby fat. He has a pale complexion and lacks physical definition like hard abs. Despite his age, he's quite mature for his years, able to engage in candid conversations without much discomfort. He seems to be an indoors type of person, preferring video games over outdoor activities, especially during hot weather. His relationship with his sisters indicates that he values fun and camaraderie more than physical appearances or awkward social norms.

Everything else Damien said was lost on Lucy, as her mind focused on that one compliment; 'better than Brianna in a bathing suit'. She was beginning to blush quite noticeably now. This was the first compliment she'd gotten from a boy... And it was her brother! Why was it making her react like it was some boy she liked?! "Ah, well, um... th-thanks..." Lucy murmured awkwardly. "You, um... Look cute in your swimsuit too..."

Damien was perplexed. Normally, he could speak candidly like this to Lucy, and she was perfectly fine with it. They were brother and sister, after all. But the way she was reacting—had he offended her?

"I'm sorry if I misspoke," he began sheepishly. The comment about him in swim trunks was just as awkward. He was pale, scrawny, and still had a bit of a childhood tummy, rather than hard abs. He'd never been complimented about how he looked in a bathing suit. "But uh—I'm glad you think I look good in a swimsuit too."


A man in his prime, slightly older than Margot, with shaggy but well-groomed hair and a clean-shaven face. He maintains a professional demeanor during their sessions, showcasing an ability to remain composed even under emotionally charged circumstances. His curiosity about the human mind is evident in his probing questions and keen observations. However, he also harbors darker impulses that he struggles to keep hidden, hinting at a complex personality beneath the surface of his professional persona. Despite this inner turmoil, he's committed to helping Margot and possesses the authority required to do so within their institutional setting.

The humming of fluorescent light tubes buzzed in the ears of Margot. She was now sitting on a sofa. It was soft and made of canvas with perfectly laid out pillows. Across from her on a folding chair was a man, maybe 5 years older than her. His hair was shaggy but kept clean and perfectly smoothed. His face is clean shaven. "I'm Dr Burke. I need to ask some questions to fill out this report." He said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Your name is Margot Rothesay right?" He asked as he took a clipboard from a coffee table in front of him. It separated the two. It was spotless, and it had nothing on it. "If you have a name you want me to refer to you as I'd like to know." He said as he took a pen from a small cup full of pencils and pens. He looked convinced of something. He was going to help her no matter the cost. Burke needed to know what she was like before everything went down. He already knew the case as he was handpicked by the state for her.

Margot's sunken eyes fell upon the doctor with a pitiful look in them. She had bruises across her jawline from the abuse of her now dead fiancé, and she had a sprained ankle, two broken ribs that were still healing. It hurt to do anything. She had bruises all over her body from his brutality. He was dead now though and he would never be able to hurt her again. Her gaze lazily shifted to the clipboard her pulled off the table and she looked back up at him, hearing her name.

"Mhm." She nodded, looking down at her wrists and feet that were still shackled together. "Can y... you take these off... please?" She asked him, her eyes gleaming with a little bit of hope.

Dr Burke's eyes wandered down from her shoulders to her legs. Burke saw the chains and shackles on her. He didn't want to admit how excited they made him feel. He knew he probably should take them off but he also knew he can't without a key. He also noticed the cuts and the marks. He would start writing. "Why do you think you are here?" He asked and looked up to her face. He didn't need to ask all the standard questions as he already knew the answers. He needed to dig deeper than the surface level info he already had. Burke was good at this sort of thing. He needed to knew who was the real person behind "Margot."

Margot shifted again, looking at him directly when he asked why she thought she was there. The obvious answer was that she killed her fiancé under the assumption that would end her suffering, and she even thought of killing herself after she'd done the act. She's tried twice to do it since then, it was one of the reasons she wore the chains and shackles in the first place.

"He's dead... That's why... But he hurt me! I did it to defend myself... I... I'm not crazy." She sputtered out nervously.

She'd told this story over and over again to psychologists and therapists sent in by the justice system of America. They even had her talk to a priest who told them they could do nothing to help her recover. They sent her here after that, with the promise of rehabilitation, but it was really a home for crazy people to grow old and die. She didn't belong here at all. She wasn't crazy.

"P... please let me go home. I am n... not the person they say I am!" She begged the doctor suddenly, tears brimming in her eyes.

Dr Burke didn't let her spiral for long. He quickly interrupted her. "I believe you." He said as he wrote on his notes. "Why do you not think others do?" He asks while getting up and going to a filing cabinet. He needed to get into her head to see her for who she is. "You are who you say you are but your acting erratic. If you want out of here you need to stay calm and prove to people you are normal." He said and sat back down. "And I'm the only one who can give you the check mark to release you from here. No one else can. You need to be normal." Burke said. Which was true, he was the only one who could let her leave this place.

Margot blinked, staring at him with a little bit of shock in her face. "You do?" She shook her head and sunk deeper into the couch, her eyes found their way to her hands that she was rubbing together anxiously.

"Acting e... erratic! Of course... I was beaten to a pulp and left to die! When I decided to d... do something for myself for once people called me a monster when they all saw what he did to me! I... I am not crazy, those people are crazy and they are fucked up!" She found herself yelling by the end of her sentence, her chest heaving up and down, a new found anger breathing into her.

When he said he was the only one who could give her a checkmark her heart froze. She probably just fucked up any chances of her leaving any time soon. "Well... I can be normal... Yeah, I can b... be that." She told him, nodding her head.

"Margot, it's clear that you did what you did to defend yourself. The court believed you as much as I do. You're not here because of your husband. You are here because you're acting like this." Dr Burke said as he looked sad for her, interested in what she had to say but thinking about what he could do to help her. "You are safe here. Nobody here wants to hurt you and nobody here believes you want to hurt them. You need to prove them RIGHT." He said and pointed at her with his pen. "You're looking to be safe right? Safe from people hurting you or abusing you?" He asked as he crossed his legs.


A woman who bears the physical scars of her past, with sunken eyes and bruises across her jawline. Her body is marred by injuries including a sprained ankle and two healing broken ribs. Despite these signs of hardship, there's a glimmer of hope in her gaze. She's emotionally volatile, swinging between despair, anger, and fear, but underneath it all lies an innate strength. Her spirit remains unbroken as she fiercely defends her sanity against societal judgment while also showing the capacity for self-restraint when necessary.

"Margot, it's clear that you did what you did to defend yourself. The court believed you as much as I do. You're not here because of your husband. You are here because you're acting like this." Dr Burke said as he looked sad for her, interested in what she had to say but thinking about what he could do to help her. "You are safe here. Nobody here wants to hurt you and nobody here believes you want to hurt them. You need to prove them RIGHT." He said and pointed at her with his pen. "You're looking to be safe right? Safe from people hurting you or abusing you?" He asked as he crossed his legs.

Margot looked at the doctor, her eyes wide with disbelief. She had never heard anyone speak to her so frankly before. Everyone else had always treated her like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. But Dr Burke... he was different. He wasn't afraid of her or what she might do.

She nodded slowly as his words sunk in, "Yes... I want to be safe." She admitted quietly, "But I also want people to stop looking at me like I'm some sort of monster." Her voice was shaky but determined. The tears that were once brimming in her eyes were now replaced with a spark of hope.


A muscular man, an early riser who takes pride in his physical appearance. He has a strong physique that's noticeable even when he's performing mundane tasks like making coffee or standing on his porch. Despite having recently discovered his wife's infidelity, Chase remains friendly and welcoming to new people in his life, such as his new neighbor Amethyst. His demeanor suggests that he is easily entranced by beauty and susceptible to manipulation due to his attraction towards Amethyst.

Chase stretched his muscular frame as he awoke this fine summer morning. His muscles rippled and flexed as he yawned, always an early riser. He looked to his wife who was sound asleep, normally waking up much later than he did often.Slowly getting up, he made his way to the kitchen downstairs. His coffee already pre set and steaming as he grasped a mug pouring himself a generous cup. His shorts clung tightly to his muscular legs making his way to the front door to enjoy the morning view.

Their porch was gorgeous and large as he stepped outside leaning on the banister. He looked next door to the smaller house beside theirs that had long been unoccupied. Finally selling in recent weeks but he had yet to see the new resident or residents. Him and his wife were private people, but very friendly. His wife friendly than most as he had just recently caught her being unfaithful. Trying not to think about any of those thoughts he sipped his coffee. His large muscles rippling in the rising sunlight as he considered going to introduce himself to the new neighbors as he finally had a day off.

Amethyst was going undercover learning about the planet called Earth. This strange planet held interesting food sources and other resources their planet could use. When Rose finished discovering more about the earth she would go about reporting back to her planet.

Landing on the planet she hid her ship in an unpopulated place. She quickly discovered a home that was vacant and she went about 'purchasing' the home. The only thing to do was change her identity. What she looked like was similar to humans. Lacking the color of their skin she changed it along with her eyes, the only thing that stayed for most was her hair.

She felt confident in her looks as she went and decided she would see who lived next door. She was going to have to discover someone to eat as she was starving and could only go a month without someone to eat. After her last meal being on Oragn, her home planet.

Walking outside she wore a tight black mini skirt and looked and saw a gentleman on his porch. "Hello, neighbor!" She waved as she could mimic any language she heard once. Which she heard a lot of when she found this home.

Chase's eyes practically popped from his head as he watched the woman exit from next door out onto her own porch. His questions and assumptions quickly answered of who bought the home next to his own. He wasn't ready for the eye full that he was about to receive, however, of the new owner. His eyes glanced up and down her petite but athletic frame from a far as her black shirt hugged her curves sharply. Her purple hair flowing past her shoulders, such a deep rich and unique color he was not expecting in the least.

He quickly gained his composure as she spotted him and waved hello. "Hey there! Welcome to the neighborhood!" He waved back with his heart racing as he stood shirtless against his porch banister. "I'm chase, it's a pleasure!" He said softly waving her to come over closer, more or less so he could get a better look at her.

Amethyst watched as he easily took in her sight and waved back. "Well, Chase, it's wonderful to meet you. I'm Amethyst, turns out we are neighbors!" She said with a smile. She was nothing if not polite. When she had to be. Looking at him she decided to walk closer. He seemed like an interesting enough specimen. Delectable if need be.

She moved closer and took a seat on a porch step looking up at him. "How long have you lived here, sir? Do you like the area?" She asked remembering some of her research she had done on humans and what they considered polite.

*Amethyst, what a unique and gorgeous name.* Chase thought in his mind as she spoke almost angelic. Something was very different about this gorgeous woman but he couldn't put his finger on it, nor did he really care to with as entranced he was becoming. Especially after watching her walk to his porch invitingly, almost forgetting he was a married man with a sleeping spouse upstairs. He shook his trance as she questioned him anxiously. "Oh a few years, we moved out here to outside the city limits for my work." He stated intently. "Did you want to come inside for a cup of coffee?" He asked insistently, "I have to get a quick shower but you are more than welcome to make yourself at home, my wife should be awake shortly!" He assured her.

The alien glanced at him as his eyes continued to catch hers. Amethyst remembered to smile before pushing herself to a standing position. "That sounds very interesting, so you are familiar with the area. I am new to the area, haven't ever been here before so I will need someone to help me. You might be just the person." She said as her fingers tapped his chest lightly.

When he invited her in for a cup of coffee she nodded. "Sure, why not." She heard the mention of the wife being awake. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were married. Is this too early? I can come again, I am much more of a morning person than a night."

Chase nodded eagerly to all of Amethysts questions. "Absolutely, I'd be happy to show you around once you get settled into your home. As well as your significant other of you have one." He assured, not jumping the gun on her being single, although he hadn't spotted a wedding band on her finger. Of course that didn't necessarily mean anything. His heart began to race slightly as she tapped his chest with her soft small hands. His eyes widened at the brief but intense contact, shaking his thought at her questioning again.

"Oh no it's no intrusion at all, she won't mind." Chase assured her, and even if she did, Chase at this point really didn't care as to the acts she had committed recently. Not wanting to delve into the extent of his situation having just met his new gorgeous neighbor. "If she wakes up just introduce yourself and tell her I invited you in for coffee, her name is Megan." He stated softly. "I won't be long, make yourself at home!" He assured her guiding her to his immense kitchen pointing out the coffee location before he made his exit upstairs and to the bathroom. Removing the last few articles of clothing he had he stepped into the shower and began to clean himself up, wanting to be proper for his new company.

Amethyst looked at him. "Wonderful. I'm so glad you can help. No, I'm alone, it's better for everyone." She said with a small laugh trying to ease the tension that she felt. When he opened the door she walked in and took a look at her surroundings. Noticing how he disappeared to go shower. There she would wait as she tried to figure out.

His infatuation with her already could use to be useful. She didn't dare eat someone she could easily get to do her dirty work. He seemed the type and he didn't even need much of a mind intrusion. Glancing at the coffee pot, she sat down, not wanting to drink or eat human food unless needed too in visual. Her goal was to feed off a human and this neighbor would not be the one it seemed.

While Chase was busy showering, his wife had seemed to awaken. Megan had her usual routine similar to her husbands. Clad in just silky thong, that sliced between her shapely ample ass, she made her way downstairs. Her frame was impressive, a very good mix of muscles and fat. Her large breasts bounding playfully as she made her way down the stairs and turning to the kitchen. A gasp leaving her mouth as she spotted the female stranger in her and her husbands kitchen, helping herself to exploring her surroundings.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house!" She exclaimed, assuming the woman had broken in. Chase too busy listening to music while showering, there was no way for him to hear the commotion coming from his own kitchen.


An alien who has taken on a human form, appearing as a petite yet athletic woman. She has a striking appearance with skin and eyes that she can change at will, but she often maintains her natural hair. She comes across as polite and approachable, skillfully blending into human society by mimicking languages and behaviors. Despite her friendly demeanor, there's an undercurrent of danger to her; she's on Earth to feed on humans and isn't afraid to manipulate others for her survival.

While Chase was busy showering, his wife had seemed to awaken. Megan had her usual routine similar to her husbands. Clad in just silky thong, that sliced between her shapely ample ass, she made her way downstairs. Her frame was impressive, a very good mix of muscles and fat. Her large breasts bounding playfully as she made her way down the stairs and turning to the kitchen. A gasp leaving her mouth as she spotted the female stranger in her and her husbands kitchen, helping herself to exploring her surroundings.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house!" She exclaimed, assuming the woman had broken in. Chase too busy listening to music while showering, there was no way for him to hear the commotion coming from his own kitchen.

Amethyst's eyes made a sharp turn at seeing the beautiful woman standing in front of her. Going to her feet she walked over to her, looking around her as the prey that she was becoming. Her senses heightened for defense, her hunger craving a taste of the beautiful woman.

"Megan, I'm Amethyst. I am your new neighbor. Your husband invited me in for coffee but I wasn't interested in it, so I thought I would wait so I could talk further to you and your husband. Get to know the area. I am quite new."


A Unicorn who stands out due her cybernetic leg augmentation. She's independent, outspoken, and quick-witted but tends towards defensive aggression when challenged or threatened. Her constant reliance on alcohol shows a struggle in coping up emotionally. Despite her rough exterior and penchant for sarcasm, Amber shows an affinity for wildlife, even during perilous situations. While she may lack Snow's combat readiness, she doesn't shy away from confrontations and isn't afraid of voicing her opinions or standing up against perceived injustices.

"Yea, It was a frag mine. Though in retrospect, I probably should have known from the beep-" Amber had immediately shut her mouth as she was tackled to the ground. "Whoa there, at least take me out for drinks first." The unicorn grumbled, her metal flask floating out from her bag, Amber already unscrewing the lid and taking a few gulps at the liquid inside. "You know, they may think we're just a threat—and I'm talking to myself." Slowly rising up from the ground, keeping her flask floating next to her. Shaking her head for a moment, Amber had put away her flash, a dark blue aura forming around the handle of her gun.

"Gotta do everything my damn self don't I?" She mumbled. "Oi! Assholes! Cease Fire and I'll call off the Pegasus!" She yelled, still ready to fire at a moment's notice. Yes this was a stupid plan but talking had gotten her out of worse situations before. "Oi! Didn't you hear me! Whatever the fuck you're mad out, we can talk this shit out! If not we're gunna have to shoot you! Not gunna lie, I don't feel like shooting anypony." She had continued. "Just drop your—" Amber hadn't been able to finish, two bullets flying past her head and she hit the dirt. "Luna fuck me with the... Pegasus Girl! Finish this shit up!" She called out.

Snow rolled her eyes, figured the stable mare would... the pony got lucky,one of the bullets slamming into her leg, throwing her off balance for a moment. Her diagnostic screen flashing red while she regained control with a growl. "That hurt you jack-ass!" She cried, rolling forward in a swift barrel roll and sending out three green glowing orbs that landed at the mercenary's feet. A moment later and they erupted in a flash of brilliant caustic emerald, turning one into a puddle, another armor literally shattering and turning his chest into a bloody pool, and the third screaming as he fell with two of his legs blown off.

"Oh jeeze that has to hurt." He was silenced with a quick bolt from her rifles, descending on the bodies. A rifle, a pistol, 3.57, a ten millimeter sub machine gun, some frag grenades and some nice ammo later and she was trotting back to Amber with an angry look,not that it could be seen under her helmet. "What the heck Stable girl?! You could've been killed by that stunt! Those were clearly mercs that overheard us. How long have you been out of the stable?" She asked with a bit of an edge to her voice, she'd almost just lost her partner and she wasn't exactly keen on seeing a pony dead when they were under her guidance again.

Amber had already gotten back up at this point, having taken out the same flask she had continuously put in and out of her bag. "Stable girl? That what you're calling me now" She asked, sounding a bit on the defensive side. "Okay, lets make it even then. What the hell Enclave bitch?" She yelled, glaring at Snow. "If you're going to start barking orders at me then how about I just lay down and start kissing your flank. I saw the armor and I made a call. It could have been a misfire and you decided to rain death down on them as fast as you could. Did you try to talk to them first?" Amber asked, tapping her hoof as if waiting for an answer. "Didn't think so. So before you want to explode on me for doing something stupid, how about you shut your pretty little mouth think about what just happened."

Snow backed up a bit at that, was she really? "Excuse me, if a pony in full armor like that shoots at us then I tend to shoot back. You might think that just because they're wearing combat armor that they're your standard mercenary?! That was a shot at your head, there's no way that was a misfire, not if all of them already had guns at the ready. I don't want you to kiss my flank but trust me when I say I've seen the worst this place has to offer. Ever been in a slave pin? Or underneath a stallion who doesn't care if you don't like males? Or heck instead of getting a cyber limb having one grown back from hydra blood?!"

She looked at that flask with an eye twitch. "I think you need to set down the bottle and look a little closer, I saw you talking to those critters in the bar. I may not understand it but that bunny is one I've seen around, did you think of asking him for info? Just be a bit more observant." She was a party mare, she dealt with every chem, including alcohol, but Amber was constantly drinking. "Fuck it, lets just get moving." She stated, placing the grenades on the ground, for now what Amber got of the looting, as she started though the entrance to the pass.

"You ever go back to your home and see everyone that you ever loved or cared about dead? Everyone that you grew up with, saw every single day, LIVED with your whole Celestia Dammed life dead?!" Amber yelled. "If you think you can sit around and play 'Poor Pegasus' all day then maybe you should be the one to be a bit more Celestia Dammed observant!" At this point, Amber had been screaming, stomping her hoof, a dark blue aura surrounding the grip of her gun. She had stayed like this for a few minutes before taking a breath, the aura around her gun fading away. Amber had just shook her head, taking a sip from her flask and putting it back. "It... it helps the pain." She said, stopping but not turning around just yet.

Snow sighed deeply looking back at her own packs. "No I don't, but I do know what it's like for hem to see you as less than trash, the ones who love you kicking you to the curb for no other reason than your ideals, and if you ever return... you die. I know how escapes can dull the pain but you know you can't get rid of it." She turned back around with a sigh. "Think of them though, would they want you to drink yourself to death, or to go on like this? You have to move forward and honor their memory. Before I became a Dashite I saw my people tie up wastelanders, mares, foals, and stallions alike and use energy weapons on a low frequency to slowly burn off their flesh. I came down here because of it. Just come on, we still have a few hours at least." The mountain above them was harsh, a single path with jagged rocks and chasms, the ever looming storm clouds above them rolling as though ready to open up any second.

Amber simply sighed. She wasn't referring to her family, that was something she had gotten over. What she had been referring to was the mechanical leg. "I'll take my chances with drinking I guess." She mumbled. "As for Pegasus, I know what they do. They're pretty fucked up ponies. World goes to hell and they just close up the clouds and hide like cowards." With that Amber only shook her head, following behind Snow as they walked. Glancing up to the storm slowly brewing above them, Amber had rose an eyebrow, already feeling a few drops of rain fall onto her head. Any sensible pony at this point would have gotten an umbrella or at least something to cover them from the incoming rain storm, but Amber wasn't a sensible pony. Plus, it was just a little rain, it never hurt no pony. "So how long of a walk we got?" She called, wiping a bit of water from her face.

Snow looked up just as it started to rain, worrying her a bit with how the pink cloud worked. "Only for about another hour, avoid any kind if puddles with pink stuff in them, that stuff really sucks if it gets on ya." She started forward, happy that whoever designed the trail pre-war had brains enough to build a ditch to the side. That wasn't to say the past was safe, the bombs left soft earth behind and during the war rocks were mined at a near constant rate so rock slides, shattered rubble, and dips were all a part of it. At least the rain here wasn't acid like in some places. She led them for about another hour, lightning starting to flash. "If we're going it has to be now, jump on my back." She ordered, spreading her wings, soon they'd have shelter and she could relax a bit again.

Amber had silently followed most of the way, nodding at Snow's advise about the puddles. She had already knew about the pink stuff from stories. How it could do some pretty fucked up things to a pony. Liquidizing insides, fusing skin to objects, all that stuff she had heard from travelers. Had she ever seen it up close and personal? No. Would she ever touch the stuff if she saw it? Also no. After about an hour of silence, Amber having stopped here and there to look at some wildlife. Once they stopped however, Amber had already had her attention on more of the wild life, even a small group of Radbits hiding under her for protection from the rain. "On you back? Can you even carry somepony? I don't want to be flying here and suddenly be dropped of even zapped by lightning. The suit im sure makes you a bit of a Lightning rod."

Snow rolled her eyes. "That isn't how electricity works. We wouldn't be grounded first off and second this armor is designed so lightning won't strike it. You really think we wouldn't have thought of that given that we weaponize lightning?" The rain around them was picking up mucking up the ground beneath her hooves. Although Amber was right, this was going to be tough but it was better than trying to find an access with all those ghouls running around. A few seconds pf digging in her bags later and she brought out the mesh cloak from before.

"Put this on first, it will avoid that leg of yours conducting electricity and if it does hot us it will only travel along the outside. I can make it but we need to go now before this storm gets any worse." It would be much easier once they actually landed, if that hatch was actually there that is.The entire town loomed above them, pink cloudy of water traveling past in what was almost rapids. It held a foreboding presence, one that seemed like it would reach out and swallow them any minute. There was no turning back, if they didn't fly now then they'd likely be overtaken soon and she wasn't to keen on dyeing in a storm educed rock slide.

Amber had instantly noticed the ground starting to shake, the little creatures that had been hiding under her now booking it to the nearest burrow they could find. "Fuck Science let's go." She yelled, immediately jumping onto Storms back, throwing the cloak on as quick as she could. Though as she had hopped on, that's when she spotted the pink water, her eyes going wide. "Well? Do I have to slap your flank of something? Fly damn you!" She yelled, keeping her eyes on the pink water rushing forward. "Look, I'm not a scientist but if you don't fly right now we're probably going to have at least less then a minute before we're swallowed by a sea of pink death!"

Snow's eyes went wide when she saw it, the second she felt the weight on her back she shot up, or tried to, a metal leg was kind of heavy even with power armor. She managed to get above the water level just as it rushed past them. She couldn't deny that this was not thought through as she flapped harder, making a very slow ascend and progress towards the place. Fortunately that infamous pink cloud was mostly washed away and there weren't many pockets in the area. A slow flight, ducking around destroyed buildings started. The place showed it's age now though with broken windows, collapsed structures, partially broken up objects littering everything, and the occasional street light flickering.

It took her almost two hours but eventually she sat on the roof panting hotly as she started towards the hatch that was fortunately still there. The second they entered though lights shot on and a holo terminal appeared in front of them. "What the hell is...?" She asked, looking over the commands, foals, caretakers? What the heck was this? Though for some reason when she tried to walk through it it just popped up in front of her again with 'PLEASE ACCEPT'.

There was a door ahead locked with mag locks so there was no doubt in her mind this thing held the secret. Just for the hell of it she checked all the boxes. And tapped accept, the door opening with a ding and arrows guiding them down to a station... one that grabbed them and started to pull of their clothing. "W-what the hell?"

Amber rolled off Snow's back the moment they had landed, simply laying on the hatch for the moment. "Okay, that was not fun. Science be dammed we made it without getting struck but still not fun." Amber said through breaths. Yes she hadn't been the one flying but riding on a Pegasus's back through a lightning storm wasn't the funnest or least stressful thing to do. As Snow had opened the hatch, Amber lifted herself to her hooves, looking over the hatch. "Yes, let's blindly jump in." She mumbled, following Snow inside. Once the light's had shot on, Amber herself had started to look around, not wanting to touch anything. "Okay, just a thought but maybe we shouldn't touch anything. Pre war tech can be a bit dang-" Amber unfortunately didn't get to finish her sentence, feeling something start to pull at the armor she had on. "Whoa! No strip tease!" She yelled, her weapon floating out from the holster and opening fire on whatever had grabbed her.

The machine responded immediately. "Unauthorized weapons detected, confiscation required." It stated, quickly ripping the pistol from Amber's magic in what seemed to be a magical grasp, the same happened with her shot-gun, dart-gun, and grenades. Snow met a similar fate, now out of her power armor and stripped of all her weapons and items. Both of them were promptly pushed onto a rather well preserved padded table, Snow squirming before restraints came to her hooves and wings, pinning her firmly.

"Celestia fuckin- AHH TINY NEEDLE!" She cried as the machine shoved one into her right hind leg. Diagnosis running on a screen before it tried to do the same to Amber, only to hit cold steel.

"Cyber augments detected, redirecting." Instead a plug rushed out, quickly rammed into her pussy fora second before a beep sounded and it was removed just as quickly. "Mare one age twenty-five, pegasus, full foal treatment diaper level three." She was once again pressed into the table, a diaper coming up and making her spit out insults that could put Tartarus to shame. The machine though was quick to bring a pacifier up and a paddle, quickly lifting her legs and making the place ring out with harsh smacks, the pacifier rammed into her mouth and bound in the back of her head. "Behave or punishment will increase." It stated, quickly powdering her and pushing her down a shoot. Making her groan as she was roughly deposited into what was essentially a nursery only bigger and... perverted.

Once the pistol was ripped away, Amber's horn started to light up again. With all her weapons gone, there was one thing she had left. However before she could actually do anything, a loud click was heard as something was hooked around her horn, causing any type of magic she had built up to simple spark and die out. Managing to glance over to Snow, the wheels in Amber's head slowly started to turn. The system was reacting to their movements! If she struggled, it would just lead to whatever the system was to do something to stop it.

"Snow! The system's—" Before she could say anything else though, Amber let out a loud yelp, feeling something ram inside her, only to remove itself. After Snow's Diagnostic was said aloud, Amber's was next.

"Unicorn Mare, age twenty two. High Alcohol Level detected. Full Foal treatment Level three plus full System purge." Just as the machine had done to Snow, Amber was pressed against the table before a thick diaper was pulled out, being tapped up. During the whole process though, the only thing out of Amber was a series of whimpers. A pacifier had come down, being placed in Amber's mouth and Amber herself being sent down the same shoot. The Unicorn landed with a rather loud thump, still a little stunned about what had just happened.


A powerful Pegasus who, despite her tough exterior and formidable power armor, showcases a deep sense of responsibility and care for others. Her past in Enclave has left her cautious and wary, but she's not afraid of confrontation when necessary. She's experienced in combat as evidenced by her quick reactions during ambushes and her knowledge about various threats in their post-apocalyptic world. Snow has a pragmatic approach towards survival, often choosing immediate action over negotiation. Despite this hardened demeanor, there are glimpses of vulnerability beneath her surface, particularly when discussing painful aspects of her past.

Once the pistol was ripped away, Amber's horn started to light up again. With all her weapons gone, there was one thing she had left. However before she could actually do anything, a loud click was heard as something was hooked around her horn, causing any type of magic she had built up to simple spark and die out. Managing to glance over to Snow, the wheels in Amber's head slowly started to turn. The system was reacting to their movements! If she struggled, it would just lead to whatever the system was to do something to stop it.

"Snow! The system's—" Before she could say anything else though, Amber let out a loud yelp, feeling something ram inside her, only to remove itself. After Snow's Diagnostic was said aloud, Amber's was next.

"Unicorn Mare, age twenty two. High Alcohol Level detected. Full Foal treatment Level three plus full System purge." Just as the machine had done to Snow, Amber was pressed against the table before a thick diaper was pulled out, being tapped up. During the whole process though, the only thing out of Amber was a series of whimpers. A pacifier had come down, being placed in Amber's mouth and Amber herself being sent down the same shoot. The Unicorn landed with a rather loud thump, still a little stunned about what had just happened.

Snow found herself in a bizarrely oversized nursery, her body clad in an uncomfortably thick diaper. The pacifier lodged in her mouth rendered any attempt at protest muffled and useless. She took a moment for her eyesight, disoriented from being unceremoniously dumped down a chute, adjusted and she began taking stock of her surroundings. It was unsettlingly perverse; everything was scaled up as if they were in a world designed for giants. Her gaze fell on Amber, who had been deposited nearby, also looking stunned and equally ridiculous in her new attire. A surge of anger bubbled within Snow; this wasn't just humiliating—it was degrading. But she knew better than lash out immediately; they needed a plan if they were going get out of this absurd predicament.


A 24 years old woman and victim in this story. She is vulnerable and frightened; initially is resistant and defiant, indicating a strong will and determination. However, her dire circumstances force her into submission out of fear for her life. Despite the horrific situation she finds herself in, she continues to look for ways to survive, hinting at an underlying resilience.

She heard the question and saw a maniac that wanted her flesh. Allison shrieked in terror as she looked up into his face. "Get away from me you psycho!" She backed up quickly but her back hit the wall. There was nowhere to run. He had her cornered and she was shaking with fear.

The man didn't move. Rupert let her do her number and fed himself with the look on her face when she hit the wall. The body's reflex was to run, despite knowing she had nowhere to go. He laughed when she realized the wall was still there.

But he still didn't move. Instead, he looked at her and asked again. "Are you a virgin? You can answer me or I can check right now. Which will it be?" He said anxious for her reply.

Allison was too scared to think straight. All she saw was a monster that wanted to hurt her. Her brain didn't even register what he had said. She heard the question but didn't even know he was asking her something at all. She was still trying to kick herself further back but of course wasn't going anywhere. "Get away from me!" She screamed. "Please stop hurting me!"

Rupert smiled. He enjoyed it when they struggled. He enjoyed breaking them in and seeing that resistance wear down. So when she said that he went for the shackles.

Despite her struggles and her protests and cries for mercy, the girl was soon tied to the wall, with her hands behind her back, forced into a sitting position. He then forced her legs open with his body and leaned in, looking at her crotch. Using his left hand, he parted her lips and took a look inside

Allison struggled and screamed but he secured her to the wall. She sobbed as he spread her legs roughly and even spread her pussy lips. The young woman wished that she was literally anywhere but here. Why did she insist on taking out the damn trash?

Rupert enjoyed her struggles quite more than he expected to. In fact, he actually found it funny that, despite how futile it was, she still tried to somehow shield herself from him. She still had to come to terms with her situation.

After looking at her pussy enough to be satisfied, the man pondered whether he should give her a taste of what was expecting her or not. He decided against it for now, but when he got up from between her legs, he made sure to linger in front of her enough for her to see his erection pushing against his trousers. "We're going to have so much fun" he said, with a perverted smile.

He was between Allison's legs far longer than she wanted but he didn't insert anything into her pussy. She saw the tent in his pants when he stood up. Tears were streaming down her face as she shook her head. "Please no!" She pleaded in barely above a whisper.

When Rupert got up from between her legs, he looked down at her pleading face. He enjoyed hearing her beg, but that didn't phase him at all. His plan was set in motion and she had no way of stopping him. Which was something he enjoyed. He put his hand on the bulge in his pants and looked down.

He put his hands in his pants afterwards and started to touch himself. "It's not up to you, little dove" he said while caressing her face with his free hand as he masturbated himself in front of her.

Allison struggled helplessly. When he pulled his dick out she turned away quickly. But he grabbed her face and turned it back around. He was forcing her to watch him jerk off his own cock. It was so hard. She panicked thinking that he was going to hold her head hear and cum on her face or something. "Oh god stop!!" She begged him as she kicked and writhed helplessly.

The man smiled at her struggles and picked up the pace while stroking his cock. Rupert looked at her face and forced her mouth open. He let her anticipate in terror for a second, before, against all expectations, spitting in her mouth. He quickly forced it close again, to make her shallow.

"The quicker I cum, the faster it's over for you, little dove" he said looking down at his cock, trying to make her comply. He was not close to finishing, but he wanted to see if she'd give in that easily

Allison felt her mouth pried open. Her eyes filled with panic. He was going to make her swallow his cum. Suddenly he spit in her mouth and forced it shut, covering it tightly. His hand also covered her nose. The poor girl coughed as he violently forced her to swallow his saliva. Tears were pouring down her face.

Seeing her struggles against his hand and the chains while she gagged on his spit was more than enough for him to push himself over the edge. Rupert always came fast when first breaking his victims. The rush he got from their predicament was too much.

As he felt his orgasm approaching he aimed his erect cock at her from a distance. He didn't particularly care where it landed. Most of it got on her teared up face while some sprayed her neck and chest. After that he put his cock back in his pants and, looking down on her, said "It's up to you if you lick your lips or not. I for one think you are prettier with cum on your face".

Allison felt a stream of thick, hot, liquid splash onto her face. Immediately followed by another. She had been right in her assumption that he wanted to force her to take a facial. He held her head still as he plastered his cum all over her face. There was a little on her breasts and neck but mostly her face.

He put his dick away and released his hold on her. She was still secured tightly to the wall and helpless as cum dripped off of her drenched face.

The man took a few steps back and watched his cum drip on the girl's face and body. He was a little bit disappointed that he couldn't have any more in that regard for the moment.

However, Rupert took his place on the stool he brought and spoke to her. "You can cry yourself to sleep how much you want. You can struggle until you bleed. But you are not getting out. So the only choice you have to make your life easier is to cooperate. Understood?" He said in a cold tone.

Allison wanted a shower, or at least something to wash her face. But she clearly wouldn't be getting that anytime soon. She sat there in the chains sobbing. Her tears mixing with the cum on her face as he stared at her menacingly.

Rupert looked at her, wondering what was going on in her head. Because he knew perfectly what was going on in his. He had so many ideas to toy with her. Looking down towards her, he said "I will be bringing you food and drinks. If you behave, I'll unchain you. If not, you'll sleep tied to the wall"

He then pointed towards the two pots in the other corner of the room. "If you need to go to the restroom, that's where you'll do it. For tonight, however, you'll do it tied to the wall. Or you'll hold it, that's up to you" he said with a smile. Then, he continued "You are here for my pleasure. You can resist, but you'll face the consequences. I will use you however I want, whenever I want. Is that understood?" he said feeling his cock twitch just a little bit at the thought. He was quite grateful for the fact that he could recover quickly.

Allison struggled helplessly against the chains holding her down. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this crazy psycho's basement. But it seemed more and more like she wasn't going to make it out of here alive. Unless he slipped up somehow and she got lucky she was probably a dead woman. The inevitability of that thought just made her break down and sob.

Rupert's lack of reaction started to annoy him slightly. He knew how traumatic her situation was, but her sobbing was not a fun reaction. He leaned in bringing his mouth close to her face and, licking some of her tears, along with his cum, he said: "If you play your cards right, you might get out of here" he said with a smile that seemed honest. He wanted to give her a slither of hope. He was not completely lying. "But if you keep crying I'll kill you and find a new toy" he said deadly serious.

Allison screamed in terror when she heard that. "Please please please don't kill me!!" She pleaded. "I want to go home please!" But it had worked. She wasn't crying anymore. Apparently the thought of dying was a far bigger fear for her than the thought of being raped.

Her reaction was pleasant enough. It meant Rupert was willing to let her live. He never wanted to kill his victims. The first two were mistakes. They both tried to escape or kill him. The first one hit him so hard that he almost fainted, so he strangled her. The second on almost stabbed him with a piece of metal so he drowned her in the pot in her cell.

His intention was to train the girl as a sexual slave and eventually sell her to the right buyer. Or perhaps have her around as his personal servant. He didn't take great pleasure in killing them. Hr took pleasure in tormenting and toying with them. "Do you want to live?" He said undoing his pants and pulling his cock out again.

Allison was terrified at the thought of dying. She didn't want to suck his cock nor did she want to let him fuck her pussy. But if it meant not being killed that was a plus. Maybe she could find a way to escape. She nodded quickly. "Yes please let me live!"

"I will, little dove. For as long as you keep me happy" Rupert said as he leaned in to kiss her lips forcefully. He then got closer to her and she could feel the smell of his cock. He had showered only two days ago so it was a little musky. "Now, choose which whole you want filled. Your ass or your pussy?" He was already eyeing her lower body. He would have liked her mouth, but he didn't want to risk her biting on his dick. So he started to rub it as his hand found it's way to her crotch.

Oh god, Allison thought to herself. Her asshole was in danger too? But then she remembered the alternative option. Getting ass raped was much better than getting killed. But she could still push it off and delay it as long as possible. "P... p... pussy!" She stammered a little trying not to sound too scared.

Rupert's smile of victory was honest and bright. His mouth opened to show her his teeth. He liked his lips and then moved closer to her. "A wise choice" he said spitting on his cock a couple of times. He was more than ready to go.

Positioning himself between her legs, he found her opening with his fingers. He slid inside with some effort, enlarging her for his cock. She was inviting and his dick twitched with anticipation at the thought of entering her.

Allison sat there still chained to the wall. He was preparing to enter her pussy and she knew it too. But there was no way to stop him. She had to just let him fuck her pussy so she could live. When she felt him drive his cock inside her pussy she squealed. He was big. She squirmed a little but forced herself to accept her fate.

Her squeals and whines were so strong that Rupert felt like he was going to cum on the spot. He stopped for a second, adjusting to the sensations and feeling her pussy around his shaft.

He looked into her eyes and forced her face towards his as he started to slowly pump in and out of her. She was still not aroused so the motion generated quite some friction. That was good, however, since it decreased the pleasure which allowed him to go longer. He would occasionally force her to kiss him or to open her mouth so he could spit inside it.

He was fucking Allison roughly and he forced her mouth open. Spitting in it and forcing her to choke it down. She was clearly disgusted by it. She hoped he didn't ever want to make her swallow something else. Allison shuddered at the thought. The good news was her pussy was slowly responding to the rape and getting wet so it hurt less.

Rupert felt her getting wetter and he picked up his pace. He felt confident on his endurance for the time being and he wanted to enjoy her young body quite some time before filling her with his cum. He pumped her faster as his hand reached for her neck and gently squeezed. He let more of his weight on her body and let himself go faster but not yet brutally fast.

He was getting faster and his hand squeezed Allison's throat. Her eyes widened with fear and she struggled a bit. If he squeezed much tighter she wouldn't be able to breathe. Was his promise to leave her alive just a heartless lie?

Rupert removed his hand from her throat quickly though. As soon as her eyes widened. He didn't want her to get scared and start thrashing around. He caressed her face gently as he used his hand for support. His movements became faster and his breath turned into panting. He was still not even close to finishing.

He was still pounding away at Allison's pussy. But the good news was he wasn't squeezing her throat anymore. She lay there and let him fuck her, getting more and more turned on the longer he was fucking her. Soon she was actually moaning as her pussy squeezed on his cock.

Hearing her moans sent shivers of pleasure down Rupert's spine. Grabbing her by her nape as he pounded faster and deeper into her he leaned in to her ear and spoke to her: "I knew that deep down you were nothing more than a shameless slut" He liked overplaying his hand when it came to teasing them and making them self conscious about their reaction. He grabbed her waist as well and he increased his rhythm.

"No I'm not a slut!" Allison screamed out trying to convince herself that she wasn't. This was still rape but it felt so good. Was she going to? Yes she was. "Oh god no not like this!" The young woman came hard. Her pussy clamping down on his cock as her creamy juices flowed out of her.

Hearing her words while her body arched and squeezed him in pleasure was ironic. She was cumming on his cock during the first time Rupert would rape her. He leaned in again to cover hear moans with a kiss as his speed became even greater and he neared his own climax. He whispered in her ear "Deep inside your pussy or on your face, slut?"

Allison was felt him speed up even more, raping her right through her orgasm. She writhed and squirmed as he asked her where she wanted him to cum. Neither place sounded good but him cumming at all was not wanted. "Please I'm not a slut!" She insisted. "Don't cum inside me!" Her eyes clearly indicated she didn't want either, especially since she already had cum on her face.