A wolf demi-human with distinct pregnant-looking belly. His physical traits imply that he's designed to carry and nurture another being inside him. He has an erect cock that becomes particularly active during sexual arousal. In terms of personality, Kaz is dominant but also shows flexibility in his role during intimate encounters. Despite his dominance, he respects the preferences of his partners and allows them to set their comfort levels. He demonstrates confidence in guiding Shiro through new experiences and shows patience with Shiro's inexperience. Furthermore, Kaz has a playful side, often making light-hearted comments and suggestions throughout their interactions.

Kaz's breath hitched and he shuddered in delight once he felt Shiro's hand on his pregnant belly, the wolf clearly enjoying having his belly touched, toyed with and given attention. Shiro's tail would even feel Kaz's cock twitch and pulse from the arousal it gave him, underneath it's grasp around him. Shiro's inexperience at romance didn't bother, or even register, with Kaz whatsoever, the wolf content to keep things gentle for now as their lips were pressed together, though soon his mouth would open against Shiro's, and his tongue was curious, and determined, to feel Shiro's own tongue against it, all whilst Kaz continued to slide his grip up and down along Shiro's cock.

Shiro had to suppress small moans every now and then as Kaz continued to stroke his shaft, but he was very receptive and followed the wolf's lead as they continued to kiss, opening his own mouth shyly and leaning into the kiss more as Kaz pushed his tongue into his mouth, remaining the submissive one in this kiss. The stronger pulsing he felt from Kaz's cock as he held the wolf demi's belly gave the kitsune an idea, and he cradled Kaz's belly closer, his arm gently holding around the curve of Kaz's pregnant belly and gently rubbing the bottom of it with one hand, bringing the other hand from Kaz's ass to the other side of the wolf demi's belly, fully cradling and massaging the wolf demi's belly.

Kaz's heart raced and his breath hitched again, the pregnant wolf panting and squirming with delight and arousal as he felt Shiro's hands and arm around his belly, clearly a soft spot for the gravid dancer. Perhaps unintentionally however, this made Kaz jerk the length of Shiro's cock faster, unable to keep himself at the slower pace he was before.

Shiro's own breath hitched as Kaz picked up his own pace, and for a moment he stopped and looked Kaz in the eyes. "I think maybe we're ready to change positions and do something a little more... intimate... if that's fine with you..." As he spoke, his attention turned to his still Chase filled belly, and a thought crossed his mind. "Maybe I should let Chase out before we go any further..."

Kaz looked up into Shiro's eyes as he spoke, his mouth quickly curling into a delighted smirk. He then put his hand that had been on Shiro's shoulder, on top of Shiro's Cleo-filled stomach. "Nah... leave him in there" Kaz told him, quietly. "He won't mind, trust me, nobody does... besides, feeling that big cock of his get hot and hard against your insides is a great feeling... if he wants out, he'll let you know... probably after he's blown a load all over your stomach walls" Kaz said, with a chuckle.

"Jeez... I can't even begin to imagine how big my stomach is going to be if he blows a load while he's still in there..." Saying this, Shiro had a very naughty smirk on his face as well, and nodded at Kaz's suggestion. "Okay, I'll go with your suggestion... How should we do this then...? Do you want me to top, or would you prefer to have a go with my rump...?" Shiro had no clue what Kaz would choose, but he had a feeling that he was going to be receiving quite a bit while he was in Rakuen. His body, and especially his butt, were practically made for it.

Kaz grinned widely as he carefully moved, coming from being right alongside Shiro, to directly opposite him, though remaining completely pressed up against him. Their two bellies were being squashed together at the fronts, both able to feel the warmth and the weight of each other's passengers inside of them. "Oh, I'm easy, if you couldn't tell..." Kaz purred, putting his hands on either side of Shiro's slightly bigger belly, giving it a gentle but warm rub. "Normally I'm on bottom, because I'm a pretty huge sub... but that rump of yours does feel pretty appealing..." Kaz said, with a chuckle. "Why don't you decide, Shiro?" Kaz suggested.

Shiro murred as Kaz rubbed either side of his engorged belly, the large slightly bulgy orb feeling quite nice to the touch. As this was going on, Shiro gently rubbed Kaz's pregnant sphere of a belly, still loving how smooth it felt. "I haven't tried being on top before, but I really really like the feeling of being on bottom... I also think I don't really have it in me to ever be a dom, so I think I'd like to bottom if that's fine with you. You're more than welcome to take my rump, I've got plenty to go around." Shiro laughed a tiny bit here, his mind going back to how it felt when Cleo first topped him.

Kaz gave a chuckle of his own at Shiro's words. "Oh, so maybe I'll be able to get YOU in a collar and leash, hmm?" Kaz suggested with a snicker. "And that ass is definitely inviting, buuuut..." Kaz began, and started to stand himself up, moving to plant a foot on either side of where Shiro was sitting, so that he was standing right before, and over, Shiro... and so that Shiro had a faceful of the underside of Kaz's belly, and the now erect, eager cock beneath it's dome.

"...I want to feel those lips around my dick first" Kaz said with a grin.

Shiro blushed deeply as Kaz suggested the leash and collar. It seems the wolf demi might have called out on of his kinks. But what drew a deeper blush from the kitsune was Kaz standing up and showing off the underside of his pregnant belly and his erect cock. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "All right... It's going to be my first time giving a blow job, but I guess I'll see how I do here..." Shiro moved forward, his head vanishing underneath Kaz's belly. Soon, Kaz could feel the kitsune giving his shaft a long lick from his balls up to the tip of his large cock, and warm breath on it.

"All right, here I go..." The next thing Kaz would feel is what he wanted to feel; Shiro's lips around his cock. More than that, Shiro was already testing his limits. Using the fact that Rakuen people were stretchy to his advantage, the kitsune was taking in more and more of Kaz's cock, starting to deep throat it. After a moment, he'd feel Shiro's nose pressing into his crotch, the kitsune having taken his entire cock, before he began to bob up and down on it.

"Oh, don't worry, there's no such thing as a bad blowjob here, just do what feels natural and you'll be aces" Kaz assured him with a chuckle, before he gave hum of delight and a little shiver of pleasure as he felt Shiro's tongue against his shaft. and then took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Shiro's warm lips, and very soon his warmer mouth and throat around his cock. Kaz leaned a little and craned his neck to get a good look, since he couldn't really see what Shiro was doing by looking straight down; His big preggy belly was in the way.

One hand rested on his belly, whilst the other couldn't help but go to hold the back of Shiro's head, as Kaz panted with pleasure. "...Fonts, Shiro, you're either a liar, or, mmm... you've got a natural talent for sucking dick..." Kaz told him, smirking before he gave a moan of arousal.

Shiro could feel Kaz's hand on the back of his head, keeping him deep on Kaz's cock. It was easy enough to do. Using the new stretchiness and ability to swallow much larger things than before, Shiro was quite comfortable as he sucked on Kaz's large shaft. He could breathe fine, and this was starting to arouse him as well, so while he sucked off the wolf demi, he moved one hand up to rub Kaz's pregnant belly, and another to grope and massage the wolf demi's rump.

"Mmmm, fuck, you're a Font-damned natural at this..." Kaz purred, as his hands slipped away from Shiro and his belly, instead heading for his own head, putting them behind his head in satisfaction as he closed his eyes and enjoyed all of Shiro's attentions, from the lips around his dick, to the hand on his swollen, firm belly, and the hand on his plush, squishy rear end. "...you should come to the Coco-Banana Club, you'd... mmm... you'd for sure be a hit" Kaz told him.

Shiro didn't respond right away, preferring to just respond by making his guest feel really good. As he continued to deepthroat Kaz, his tails came up from the water and joined in on rubbing Kaz's body as well. Several rubbed his belly, a few moved down to rub the wolf demi's large sac as he continued to suck his cock, and one moved to very gently worm its way into Kaz's rump to find his prostate.

Kaz hummed and practically purred with delight and satisfaction at all of the touches that Shiro was bestowing upon him. "Mmm... I could get used to this kind of attention..." He murmured, before letting out a moan as he felt Shiro's tail enter his soft and squishy butt. It aroused him so much, he couldn't help but let a squirt of pre-cum escape, sending a small splash of, curiously, banana-flavoured cum into Shiro's throat.

Shiro got a taste of the curiously flavored cum before it went down his throat, and it had sent a shiver of delight up his spine. He wanted more of the banana flavored cream, so he more eagerly got to work on sucking Kaz off, his tail searching around inside of the wolf demi's tail hole to find his prostate, all while the fox tails not rubbing Kaz's belly or Kaz's sac got to work massaging the wolf demi's rump. Every appendage of Shiro's was busy pleasuring the wolf demi, the kitsune proving himself quite adept at the art of pleasuring people, if a bit clumsy and lacking nuance.

"Gah... fuck..." Kaz panted, his hands starting to slide down from his head to his face. "Fuck, I can't, sorry, Shiro, I'm gonna have to..." Kaz managed to gasp out of his breaths, before his hands went beneath his belly to grab the sides of Shiro's head, partially holding him in place and partially moving his head back and forth manually. He began to thrust against Shiro, fucking the kitsune's throat and pressing his face against his crotch. It seemed whatever lack of experience Shiro had, his natural ability was more than enough to keep Kaz satisfied.

Shiro let out a muffled sound of confusion as he heard Kaz talking, but then he felt the pregnant wolf demi take over with grabbing his head. Shiro wasn't used to being used as basically a living sex toy, but it did seem a bit hot to him. He wasn't helpless though. He had started to figure out the spots on Kaz's belly that gave the most pleasure, and he focused on those while the tail in the wolf demi's butt started to more vigorously, thrashing around inside of Kaz's rump looking for the pleasure spot.

At this point, with all the attention that Kaz had received to his belly, his balls and his butt, the wolfen dancer was already at the edge from Shiro's rigorous assaults. His moans became louder, his cries of Shiro's name more frequent, and his body all the more shaky. Finally, however, with a final, deep groan of satisfaction from having his ass so thoroughly invaded, Kaz held Shiro's head as close to his crotch as he can, blowing his banana-flavored load right down Shiro's throat, coating the inside of his mouth was his fruity seed.

Shiro let out a surprised groan as Kaz pushed his head all the way into his crotch, but this was replaced by a muffled moan of satisfaction as his mouth was invaded by the flavor of Kaz's seed, flooding his mouth with the taste of fresh bananas. He drank down Kaz's cum greedily, ensuring that the wolf demi would be able to fully empty his balls. Shiro was now fully hot and bothered, his cock throbbing harshly as he was held in place.

"...Fonts, Shiro, that was awesome..." Kaz panted, his legs a little wobbly as he slide Shiro's face of his dick and moved to sit down before he fell back down into the water, hands on his pregnant belly. He wiped some sweat from his forehead, before seeing Shiro's hard, twitching dick and giving a little chuckle. "Damn, you're a bit of a horndog, aren't you?" He said with a snicker. "Give me a sec, I need to get some water before I can have another go so soon" Kaz told him, before getting up, and briefly disappearing out of the bathroom. "Why don't you make yourself comfy on the bed... or the balcony, or wherever you want me to pound that ass" Kaz told him over his shoulder with a grin.

Meanwhile, in Shiro's stomach, the streams of cum and all the shaking was causing a stir of movements from his occupant, who seemed to be stirring awake. It was hard not to notice Cleo's dick, pressed against the wall of the stomach, it's size making it easily visible. His mind unaware though his body seeming to know the motions, it was already becoming an even bigger, thicker morning wood.


A kitsune, a creature with fox-like features and multiple tails. His body is notably stretchy and capable of accommodating large objects, which includes his enlarged buttocks that are seemingly designed for sexual pleasure. He also has an engorged belly due to housing another being inside him. Shiro is submissive and open-minded, willing to explore new experiences without hesitation. Despite his inexperience in intimate matters, he shows a natural talent for pleasing his partners. His eagerness coupled with curiosity shows an adventurous spirit. Moreover, he is comfortable with the unusual norms of Rakuen and quickly adapts to its unique lifestyle.

Kaz's breath hitched and he shuddered in delight once he felt Shiro's hand on his pregnant belly, the wolf clearly enjoying having his belly touched, toyed with and given attention. Shiro's tail would even feel Kaz's cock twitch and pulse from the arousal it gave him, underneath it's grasp around him. Shiro's inexperience at romance didn't bother, or even register, with Kaz whatsoever, the wolf content to keep things gentle for now as their lips were pressed together, though soon his mouth would open against Shiro's, and his tongue was curious, and determined, to feel Shiro's own tongue against it, all whilst Kaz continued to slide his grip up and down along Shiro's cock.

Shiro had to suppress small moans every now and then as Kaz continued to stroke his shaft, but he was very receptive and followed the wolf's lead as they continued to kiss, opening his own mouth shyly and leaning into the kiss more as Kaz pushed his tongue into his mouth, remaining the submissive one in this kiss. The stronger pulsing he felt from Kaz's cock as he held the wolf demi's belly gave the kitsune an idea, and he cradled Kaz's belly closer, his arm gently holding around the curve of Kaz's pregnant belly and gently rubbing the bottom of it with one hand, bringing the other hand from Kaz's ass to the other side of the wolf demi's belly, fully cradling and massaging the wolf demi's belly.

Kaz's heart raced and his breath hitched again, the pregnant wolf panting and squirming with delight and arousal as he felt Shiro's hands and arm around his belly, clearly a soft spot for the gravid dancer. Perhaps unintentionally however, this made Kaz jerk the length of Shiro's cock faster, unable to keep himself at the slower pace he was before.

Shiro's own breath hitched as Kaz picked up his own pace, and for a moment he stopped and looked Kaz in the eyes. "I think maybe we're ready to change positions and do something a little more... intimate... if that's fine with you..." As he spoke, his attention turned to his still Chase filled belly, and a thought crossed his mind. "Maybe I should let Chase out before we go any further..."

Kaz looked up into Shiro's eyes as he spoke, his mouth quickly curling into a delighted smirk. He then put his hand that had been on Shiro's shoulder, on top of Shiro's Cleo-filled stomach. "Nah... leave him in there" Kaz told him, quietly. "He won't mind, trust me, nobody does... besides, feeling that big cock of his get hot and hard against your insides is a great feeling... if he wants out, he'll let you know... probably after he's blown a load all over your stomach walls" Kaz said, with a chuckle.

"Jeez... I can't even begin to imagine how big my stomach is going to be if he blows a load while he's still in there..." Saying this, Shiro had a very naughty smirk on his face as well, and nodded at Kaz's suggestion. "Okay, I'll go with your suggestion... How should we do this then...? Do you want me to top, or would you prefer to have a go with my rump...?" Shiro had no clue what Kaz would choose, but he had a feeling that he was going to be receiving quite a bit while he was in Rakuen. His body, and especially his butt, were practically made for it.

Kaz grinned widely as he carefully moved, coming from being right alongside Shiro, to directly opposite him, though remaining completely pressed up against him. Their two bellies were being squashed together at the fronts, both able to feel the warmth and the weight of each other's passengers inside of them. "Oh, I'm easy, if you couldn't tell..." Kaz purred, putting his hands on either side of Shiro's slightly bigger belly, giving it a gentle but warm rub. "Normally I'm on bottom, because I'm a pretty huge sub... but that rump of yours does feel pretty appealing..." Kaz said, with a chuckle. "Why don't you decide, Shiro?" Kaz suggested.

Shiro murred as Kaz rubbed either side of his engorged belly, the large slightly bulgy orb feeling quite nice to the touch. As this was going on, Shiro gently rubbed Kaz's pregnant sphere of a belly, still loving how smooth it felt. "I haven't tried being on top before, but I really really like the feeling of being on bottom... I also think I don't really have it in me to ever be a dom, so I think I'd like to bottom if that's fine with you. You're more than welcome to take my rump, I've got plenty to go around." Shiro laughed a tiny bit here, his mind going back to how it felt when Cleo first topped him.

Kaz gave a chuckle of his own at Shiro's words. "Oh, so maybe I'll be able to get YOU in a collar and leash, hmm?" Kaz suggested with a snicker. "And that ass is definitely inviting, buuuut..." Kaz began, and started to stand himself up, moving to plant a foot on either side of where Shiro was sitting, so that he was standing right before, and over, Shiro... and so that Shiro had a faceful of the underside of Kaz's belly, and the now erect, eager cock beneath it's dome.

"...I want to feel those lips around my dick first" Kaz said with a grin.

Shiro blushed deeply as Kaz suggested the leash and collar. It seems the wolf demi might have called out on of his kinks. But what drew a deeper blush from the kitsune was Kaz standing up and showing off the underside of his pregnant belly and his erect cock. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "All right... It's going to be my first time giving a blow job, but I guess I'll see how I do here..." Shiro moved forward, his head vanishing underneath Kaz's belly. Soon, Kaz could feel the kitsune giving his shaft a long lick from his balls up to the tip of his large cock, and warm breath on it.

"All right, here I go..." The next thing Kaz would feel is what he wanted to feel; Shiro's lips around his cock. More than that, Shiro was already testing his limits. Using the fact that Rakuen people were stretchy to his advantage, the kitsune was taking in more and more of Kaz's cock, starting to deep throat it. After a moment, he'd feel Shiro's nose pressing into his crotch, the kitsune having taken his entire cock, before he began to bob up and down on it.

"Oh, don't worry, there's no such thing as a bad blowjob here, just do what feels natural and you'll be aces" Kaz assured him with a chuckle, before he gave hum of delight and a little shiver of pleasure as he felt Shiro's tongue against his shaft. and then took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Shiro's warm lips, and very soon his warmer mouth and throat around his cock. Kaz leaned a little and craned his neck to get a good look, since he couldn't really see what Shiro was doing by looking straight down; His big preggy belly was in the way.

One hand rested on his belly, whilst the other couldn't help but go to hold the back of Shiro's head, as Kaz panted with pleasure. "...Fonts, Shiro, you're either a liar, or, mmm... you've got a natural talent for sucking dick..." Kaz told him, smirking before he gave a moan of arousal.

Shiro could feel Kaz's hand on the back of his head, keeping him deep on Kaz's cock. It was easy enough to do. Using the new stretchiness and ability to swallow much larger things than before, Shiro was quite comfortable as he sucked on Kaz's large shaft. He could breathe fine, and this was starting to arouse him as well, so while he sucked off the wolf demi, he moved one hand up to rub Kaz's pregnant belly, and another to grope and massage the wolf demi's rump.

"Mmmm, fuck, you're a Font-damned natural at this..." Kaz purred, as his hands slipped away from Shiro and his belly, instead heading for his own head, putting them behind his head in satisfaction as he closed his eyes and enjoyed all of Shiro's attentions, from the lips around his dick, to the hand on his swollen, firm belly, and the hand on his plush, squishy rear end. "...you should come to the Coco-Banana Club, you'd... mmm... you'd for sure be a hit" Kaz told him.

Shiro didn't respond right away, preferring to just respond by making his guest feel really good. As he continued to deepthroat Kaz, his tails came up from the water and joined in on rubbing Kaz's body as well. Several rubbed his belly, a few moved down to rub the wolf demi's large sac as he continued to suck his cock, and one moved to very gently worm its way into Kaz's rump to find his prostate.

Kaz hummed and practically purred with delight and satisfaction at all of the touches that Shiro was bestowing upon him. "Mmm... I could get used to this kind of attention..." He murmured, before letting out a moan as he felt Shiro's tail enter his soft and squishy butt. It aroused him so much, he couldn't help but let a squirt of pre-cum escape, sending a small splash of, curiously, banana-flavoured cum into Shiro's throat.

Shiro got a taste of the curiously flavored cum before it went down his throat, and it had sent a shiver of delight up his spine. He wanted more of the banana flavored cream, so he more eagerly got to work on sucking Kaz off, his tail searching around inside of the wolf demi's tail hole to find his prostate, all while the fox tails not rubbing Kaz's belly or Kaz's sac got to work massaging the wolf demi's rump. Every appendage of Shiro's was busy pleasuring the wolf demi, the kitsune proving himself quite adept at the art of pleasuring people, if a bit clumsy and lacking nuance.

"Gah... fuck..." Kaz panted, his hands starting to slide down from his head to his face. "Fuck, I can't, sorry, Shiro, I'm gonna have to..." Kaz managed to gasp out of his breaths, before his hands went beneath his belly to grab the sides of Shiro's head, partially holding him in place and partially moving his head back and forth manually. He began to thrust against Shiro, fucking the kitsune's throat and pressing his face against his crotch. It seemed whatever lack of experience Shiro had, his natural ability was more than enough to keep Kaz satisfied.

Shiro let out a muffled sound of confusion as he heard Kaz talking, but then he felt the pregnant wolf demi take over with grabbing his head. Shiro wasn't used to being used as basically a living sex toy, but it did seem a bit hot to him. He wasn't helpless though. He had started to figure out the spots on Kaz's belly that gave the most pleasure, and he focused on those while the tail in the wolf demi's butt started to more vigorously, thrashing around inside of Kaz's rump looking for the pleasure spot.

At this point, with all the attention that Kaz had received to his belly, his balls and his butt, the wolfen dancer was already at the edge from Shiro's rigorous assaults. His moans became louder, his cries of Shiro's name more frequent, and his body all the more shaky. Finally, however, with a final, deep groan of satisfaction from having his ass so thoroughly invaded, Kaz held Shiro's head as close to his crotch as he can, blowing his banana-flavored load right down Shiro's throat, coating the inside of his mouth was his fruity seed.

Shiro let out a surprised groan as Kaz pushed his head all the way into his crotch, but this was replaced by a muffled moan of satisfaction as his mouth was invaded by the flavor of Kaz's seed, flooding his mouth with the taste of fresh bananas. He drank down Kaz's cum greedily, ensuring that the wolf demi would be able to fully empty his balls. Shiro was now fully hot and bothered, his cock throbbing harshly as he was held in place.

"...Fonts, Shiro, that was awesome..." Kaz panted, his legs a little wobbly as he slide Shiro's face of his dick and moved to sit down before he fell back down into the water, hands on his pregnant belly. He wiped some sweat from his forehead, before seeing Shiro's hard, twitching dick and giving a little chuckle. "Damn, you're a bit of a horndog, aren't you?" He said with a snicker. "Give me a sec, I need to get some water before I can have another go so soon" Kaz told him, before getting up, and briefly disappearing out of the bathroom. "Why don't you make yourself comfy on the bed... or the balcony, or wherever you want me to pound that ass" Kaz told him over his shoulder with a grin.

Meanwhile, in Shiro's stomach, the streams of cum and all the shaking was causing a stir of movements from his occupant, who seemed to be stirring awake. It was hard not to notice Cleo's dick, pressed against the wall of the stomach, it's size making it easily visible. His mind unaware though his body seeming to know the motions, it was already becoming an even bigger, thicker morning wood.

Shiro needed a moment to catch his breath after that session, still not used to stuff like this quite yet. It was only his second day in Rakuen. His dick was begging for attention, but he ignored it for now as he got out of the water and toweled himself off from the bath. As he did so, he could see in the mirror that Cleo was definitely reacting to all the excitement that was going on, even in his sleep. "Jeez Cleo, even in your sleep your dick still demands respect."

Shiro chuckled a bit to himself and patted his belly gently, especially on the spot where he could see the head of Cleo's shaft, before getting a quick drink of water himself and making his way to the bedroom. He sat down against the massive pile of pillows on the bed, sighing as he got comfortable waiting for Kaz, though his cock rubbing against his belly did make that a bit difficult.


An abused girl who got sent to Mark's apartment by Hector to be Mark's sexual plaything. A rather scared but nevertheless horny girl. She has been conditioned by past abuse, making her submissive and obedient. She is physically attractive with an allure that captivates Mark, despite the circumstances of their meeting. Her personality is largely shaped by fear and anticipation of punishment, leading her to act in ways she believes will prevent further harm. Despite this, there are hints of resilience in her character as she navigates through the traumatic experiences she's endured.

Amber moved to the table as he ordered her to, it was easier when he didn't ask her to do things but told her. She sat at the table and picked at the food, her stomach not use to eating much and becoming full very quickly. Her eyes were focused on her plate but she did move as his hand found her thigh. Swallowing she spread her legs almost automatically for him, her eyes flicking up to him for a moment before looking away. She didn't touch the wine other than one sip, she never had drank before and the alcohol burned her raw mouth and throat.

The idea of a bath seemed way too good, the last time she'd been in a tub was when he attempted to drown her. Forcing her to gasp and beg for air as he dunked under over and over. She followed him back to the bathroom, terrified. "N... no... I just... if I don't... he'll, he won't be happy with me..." she whispered.

Mark was a little disappointed that she barely touched her food but he could understand. It had probably been a long time since she'd had a good meal. Her appetite must have become very small. He noticed the way she instinctively spread her legs when he touched her. He couldn't believe what Hector had molded her into. She was obviously scared, but of what he didn't really know. How would Hector find out what she was doing here? For all he knew Mark could have turned his cabin into some kind of kinky sex cave now that he had Amber with him. He hoped in time she would become more comfortable.

He led her into the bathroom where the tub was filled with warm soapy water. He hoped she could have a moment to relax and take nice bath, a luxury he was sure she hadn't had in a long time. "Here you are, dear," he paused a for a moment. He was sort of afraid to leave her alone. "Just call me if you need anything else or if you need help washing your back or something."

Mark hoped to God she asked him to stay, partially because he didn't want to leave her by herself and partially for another reason. One he was just slightly embarrassed by if he had to say it out loud. He wanted to see her naked again. That must have been the last thing on her mind after being used as a fucktoy for so long, but he had been single for a while and was admittedly a bit lonely. He wanted to touch her body, to feel the warmth of her skin, the wetness between her legs. Yes, she was gorgeous, but even so he hadn't felt like this when he first saw her. Maybe it was her eagerness to please him that did it but he was feeling a bit hot now.

Amber followed him obediently to the bathroom where the tub was filled with plenty of hot water and smelled pretty good. When they both stepped inside the room, she watched him with a worried look on her face. Surely he wasn't going to hurt her or try to drown her as he'd been so nice to her. Yet it would be just like Hector to treat her nicely and then cause her pain... it would hurt her all the worse. After a moment she looked at him with a little shake to her head. "N-no... I'm fine... t-thanks..." she murmured as he asked her if she needed anything.

After a moment she walked over to the tub without shutting the door and proceeded to remove her clothing. It was a long moment of hesitation before she climbed into the water and sat inside of the large tub. She wrapped her hands around her legs and sat in the middle of the water still unsure of things for a minute. After long minutes she decided that it was okay and she relaxed, stretching out and leaning against the side. It was pleasant, warm and relaxing, her eyes closed for a minute.

Mark walked out into the living room and flipped on the television. It was weird having someone else with him. He'd lived alone for so long. It was comforting just to have another presence, even if she was damaged and the circumstances were most definitely out of the ordinary.

He couldn't really concentrate on what was on TV, anyway. This whole thing was just so weird and it occupied his mind. He hoped she was at least relaxed and wasn't thinking about Hector or whatever horrible things had happened in the time that she'd been with him. It made him happy to think he was able to relieve her of that, even if it was only for a short time.

He looked up at the clock. He hadn't realized how late it was. He was a night person anyway and was always up at this hour, but with all that had happened today it felt like it just flew by. He wondered what Amber was doing in there and was excited for her to come out. It was nice to have company again.

It wasn't the water had cooled the point where Amber was shivering that she finally stood up and got out of the water. She found a towel nearby and patted herself dry before putting it back. She looked at the pile of clothes again and frowned, knowing Hector would be pleased to discover she was wearing them. She left them in place as also thought about the master's threat... if she didn't please his friend he would punish her further. She gave a little shudder at the idea and began to walk back towards the living room where she hear the noise. She stepped through the hallway, she waited until she was near the end and dropped to her hands and knees. She lowered her head and crawled towards the male sitting on the coach.

When she was in front of his legs, she lifted herself and rubbed her head against his thighs and crotch. "P-please... let me... I... I need to..." she murmured softly to him, her hands behind her back resting as if they were suppose to go there. It was more that Hector would keep her hands tied to control her, make her less able to fight.

She finally emerged and as he half expected she was naked again. Her form really was incredible. She crawled to him and began to nuzzle his crotch, pleading with him to let her please him.

Mark was torn. It would be a lie to say he didn't want it. He, like any man, had urges and here was this girl who was eager to do anything he wanted. He didn't want to be like Hector though. He didn't want to hurt her or break her or whatever that bastard had been trying to do to her. He wanted to fight his urges but he knew it was no use. He was going to give in. "Alright, Amber. I'll let you."

A bit nervously—he still wasn't sure this was the right thing for him to be doing—he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. To his surprise he was quite hard. He hadn't even noticed how aroused he'd become. "Go ahead," he said, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips and giving her a smile.

It was fear that drove Amber to beg for him rather than a desire for him personally. Her eyes looked a little relieved as he agreed to take her. She would rather whore herself out to this stranger than to have Hector punish her for not doing what he demanded. As he finally agreed to let her please him, she leaned back just a bit so that he would unfasten his pants. She looked at the belt a little nervously for a second before he moved his underwear and his large hard-on was exposed to her. Her hands stayed behind her back as she shifted between his legs and glanced up at him a moment before she went to take his cock in her mouth. She licked her lips before lowering her mouth to his member, taking the head in and sucking firmly.

"Mmmm..." A moan immediately escaped Mark as Amber took his tip into her mouth. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, still damp from her bath. She looked extremely sexy now, naked, kneeling, pleasing him. Whether this was the right thing to do or not, there was no stopping it now. It just felt too good.

"That feels so good, Amber... Oh, yessss..." His eyes opened slightly and he looked down into her eyes, then scanned her body. He wondered why she kept her hands behind her back like that, but he didn't have too much time to think while she was performing so well. He couldn't think of much else other than how good it felt.

Amber's eyes gazed up at him for a moment, catching the extreme pleasure in his eyes as she began to suck on his hard cock. Her mouth was an expert at pleasuring a man thanks to her Master. He sometimes spent hours making her suck and lick his cock until her jaw was so sore she could barely move it, forcing her to learn everything and every inch of a cock. Her tongue lapped at the bottom side of his cock as she moved down to take more of his length.

When his eyes met hers, she looked away shyly and continued to pleasure his large manhood, her hands staying in position behind her back. It was habit really, he usually bound her hands behind her back so she couldn't fight him as he fucked her face and throat. It was hard to fight when you have no leverage.


Hector's friend. A man who has been living alone and has been single for a while. He has a certain level of physical attractiveness, as suggested by his interactions with Amber. His personality is characterized by an internal conflict between his desires and his concern for Amber's wellbeing. He does not want to exploit her like Hector did but finds himself unable to resist the sexual tension between them. Despite this, he shows some level of care towards her, providing food and a warm bath, which indicates that he has some empathetic qualities.

"Mmmm..." A moan immediately escaped Mark as Amber took his tip into her mouth. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, still damp from her bath. She looked extremely sexy now, naked, kneeling, pleasing him. Whether this was the right thing to do or not, there was no stopping it now. It just felt too good.

"That feels so good, Amber... Oh, yessss..." His eyes opened slightly and he looked down into her eyes, then scanned her body. He wondered why she kept her hands behind her back like that, but he didn't have too much time to think while she was performing so well. He couldn't think of much else other than how good it felt.


An 11-year-old boy who is going through puberty, experiencing the physical and emotional changes that come with it. He seems to have strong feelings towards his younger sister Amanda, which leads him to act upon these desires. While he shows concern for her well-being during their intimate encounter, his actions demonstrate a lack of understanding about boundaries and appropriate behavior between siblings.

Though Alex had very little experience beyond watching others, he was certain his sister was ready to take his cock properly now. He gently slid his hands to her hips and started to thrust in and out, not all the way, since his sister's butt wasn't stretched enough to take him that deep, but enough that it felt good for him, and didn't have any sounds of skin slapping on skin. His lips barely left his sister's, except to whisper encouragement and words of love as he slowly fucked his sister up the butt, though it felt to him like her body was squeezing him super tight, he persisted... wanting this... needing this. Wanting it to be their special secret. He whispered, "I love you" against her soft lips, sucking her bottom lip gently and murmuring, "This feels so good..."

Amanda's body tensed as he started to move. Just a little bit, and she quickly relaxed again. Alex's lips brought her relief in the strangest way. She withstood his movements without complaint. His whispered words of encouragement made her heart flutter. Something felt intimate about this. Her hips began to move against him. She tried to match his rhythm and gently shook her hips. Her eyes closed in order to focus on the feelings that filled her body. When he told her he loved her, she smiled. Well, she smiled as well as she could while he sucked on her lip. "I... think... it's starting to feel good Alex." Her body had begun to react positively. She squeezed him inside and moaned with thrusts.

Alex blushed as he heard his sister say it was starting to feel good, and decided to enjoy it a bit more. He gently bent his sister over a bit, pressing her carefully against the wall so she wouldn't slip, and gripped her hips tightly, starting to thrust firmly in and out. He made sure to be careful not to push all the way inside her, he didn't want them to get caught and he didn't want to hurt her, but he enjoyed the secret pleasure that he was getting from his sister's tight butt. He panted softly, whispering, "I don't know why this feels so good... b-but it feels wonderful... I wanna do it every night..." as he picked up speed, not a lot, he wanted to enjoy himself without hurting his sister after all.

Amanda felt her body being pushed forward, so she planted her hands against the wall. "A... Alex... ah!" She gasped as Alex sped up. Her head drooped as she was overwhelmed by the feeling of her rear being fucked by her brother. Each thrust brought more and more pleasure to her as the new angle helped her get used to it. With a cute moan, her hips started to push back with his thrusts. "Y-Yeah... it feels so good Alex." The young girl was not as worried about the slight pain as her brother seemed to be. Instead, she innocently sought the pleasure he had introduced her to.

Alex started to thrust harder, gently gripping his sister's hips to keep her steady as he had his way with her tight virgin ass, encouraged by her soft moans of pleasure and her slight movements as she sought the pleasure he had introduced her to. He panted softly and murmured soft... but loud enough to hear, "mm Amanda... d-do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" He had heard sometimes boys would sleep together after having sex, and it felt like the right thing to offer... plus, if she slept naked, he could have her bite a pillow to keep quiet and fuck her butt anytime he wanted during the night. He slowly forced his cock til all of it was inside her, pressed directly against her butt, the soft yielding flesh feeling wonderful against his thighs and crotch.

Amanda gasped and moaned as Alex worked his way deeper into her ass. She looked back at him and thought about it. "I... I think I would like tha... that..." Amanda had a bit of trouble speaking as he made love to her. Her slit was dripping with more than just water at this point. Her head turned forward as he kept going. When she felt his skin press up against her butt, she let out a murmur. "You... are you all the way inside?" Her legs trembled as she savored the feeling. Her hips began to thrust more. She wanted to feel him hit her deep inside as such closeness allowed their skin to slap together which added another aspect that made her mind flutter. "Alex... it's... aaa..."

Alex leaned down and softly kissed his little sister on the lips, whispering, "L-love me like a boyfriend a-and we can do this every day..." He blushed, but it felt more right than any of the girls he'd talked to at school... the sensation of his sister's wet firm behind pressing against him was just so perfect. He decided he wanted to pound her properly and carefully picked her up, awkwardly stepped out of the shower with her, and bent her over the counter so she was properly at the right height to have sex with him. Even if her feet hung off the floor a little bit, he just gently gripped her to steady her, and gave her kisses to keep her calm. He could smell how aroused she was... though he didn't know that's what it was... and her blush and soft spoken murmurs were giving him the urge to both protect her and pound her.

"Li... like a boyfriend?" Amanda blushed deeply at the thought. It seemed a bit strange, but she smiled as she thought about it. She let out an "Eep" as he picked her up and carried her to the counter. His penis slipped all the way inside as they moved. When he bent her over the counter, she could feel her feet dangling a little. "A-Alex? Mmn." He silenced her with little kisses and made her mind a bit hazy again. She found an opportunity to smile and speak. "Y-Yeah. I love you Alex. Just like a boyfriend." Her slit dripped juices at how excited she was. Her body felt fluffy and light as air, and she wanted whatever happened next. Her body squeezed on him to encourage him to continue.

As she kissed him and squeezed him, Alex started thrusting hard and deep, pounding her ass hard, the angle and new position allowing him unrestricted access and causing very little pain to either of them. He panted, his hips spanking her ass gently as he pounded her, not quite loud enough to be heard by an outside listener yet, but loud and hard enough to be arousing to him for some reason. He reached down and gave her a hard slap, murmuring seductively, "You're such a cutie.. I should have done this to you ages ago..." He slapped her ass again, kissing her hard to show she wasn't a bad girl or being punished with the spanking.

Amanda couldn't hold back her moans as he thrust his hands hard and deep. The slaps echoed in the room as her mind was getting hazy. When Alex began to slap her ass, she gasped. Looking a bit confused as he said whispering, "I... I love it... I love you..." Her hips jerked and squeezed every time he slapped her, the kiss making her feel wanted and desired. Her body was on fire, and her little kitten was dripping as she suddenly felt the building pressure start to spike. "Aa... Alex... so... something... AAAH!" Without much warning, her insides squeezed tighter than before, and her back arches. Girlish juices drained down her leg as she had the first orgasm of her young life. Her voice rang out louder than she had intended, but she had not control of herself at the moment.

Unable to resist anymore as he felt his sister's orgasm, Alex slammed his cock all the way to the hilt and drained his own seed deep within his sister's body, his hips gently gripping her sides to keep her in place as his body shot several shots of warm creamy cum deep inside her. He panted softly as his body released him from the feelings of orgasm, gently pulling out and making her sit gently on the counter, softly wrapping his arms around her waist, softly kissing her as she sat on the counter. He didn't care about anything at all right now besides the feeling of her soft lips on him, her tongue against his, the taste of her, the smell of her sweaty wet body against his. He gently suckled on her neck, leaving a mark on her skin and mumbled, "O-oh wow... that felt... so... wow..." He gently caressed her chest and panted, giving her soft kisses again.


A young girl of 7 years old with an innocent and curious nature. She has typical physical features for her age. She seems to trust her older brother Alex and displays a willingness to explore new experiences, even if they are initially uncomfortable for her.

Unable to resist anymore as he felt his sister's orgasm, Alex slammed his cock all the way to the hilt and drained his own seed deep within his sister's body, his hips gently gripping her sides to keep her in place as his body shot several shots of warm creamy cum deep inside her. He panted softly as his body released him from the feelings of orgasm, gently pulling out and making her sit gently on the counter, softly wrapping his arms around her waist, softly kissing her as she sat on the counter. He didn't care about anything at all right now besides the feeling of her soft lips on him, her tongue against his, the taste of her, the smell of her sweaty wet body against his. He gently suckled on her neck, leaving a mark on her skin and mumbled, "O-oh wow... that felt... so... wow..." He gently caressed her chest and panted, giving her soft kisses again.

Amanda felt something else fill her rear. Something hot and creamy. "Alex! Haa... haa. Ooh!" She let out a cute moan as he pulled free of her. Her hole closing slowly. Just a bit of cum dripped down her leg before her tight hole managed to hold the rest in. She felt him hug her and kiss her. She kissed back lazily. Her body tired and her mind happy. She felt absolutely soaked from more than just water as she gasped. The feeling as he sucked on her neck was pleasant. "You... something inside... aaah it's so warm." Her hand traced her belly gently as he kissed her again.


A rugged man in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair and a black beard that occasionally catches ash from his cigarette. His attire consists of a heavy leather jacket and worn-out jeans, showing he values function over style. He has a domineering personality, not hesitating to use intimidation or force to get what he wants. His crude behavior and lack of empathy for others indicate a deeply self-centered nature. Despite having lived in isolation for some time, he demonstrates an unwavering confidence that borders on arrogance.

Jack pulled the hammer of the revolver back with his thumb and leveled it at the young woman's face. A thin cigarette dangled from the side of his mouth and dropped ash onto his black beard. Thin strips of gray ran through his hair, yet the man looked no more than fifty. His clothes, a heavy leather jacket and jeans that had seen far too many winters, looked outdated by all standards of the day but appeared functional enough. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Jack's eyes moved up her frame slowly. He missed the sight of a woman, especially one so full of youth.

The tip of a revolver came into Aurora's field of view. Her heart thundered in her ears and pulsed at her temples. She did not get a good look at the man yet, but just his voice alone scared her quite a bit. It was deep and rough. The smell of cigarettes overwhelmed her senses causing her stomach to flip flop inside of her. The young woman obeyed his firm command. With one shaky leg at a time she stood to her feet. Her back nearly touched the ball behind her. If she walked back any further she would be flush with it.

This man was quite a bit taller than her, so Aurora had to tilt her head back ever so slightly to get a look at who she was dealing with. Her eyes scanned over his salt and pepper hair then they moved to his rather rugged features. She hated the way his eyes dragged over her body, almost like he was eyeing his prey before he decided to pounce. "M-My name?" Her words were almost caught in her throat causing her to stumble whilst talking. "My name is Aurora." The woman took a tiny step back to create the illusion of space between them. But her back bumped against the wooden walls of the cabin.

"I'm so sorry sir. I just—well, I thought this cabin was abandoned!" Aurora rubbed the back of her neck with the palm of her hand. To avoid eye contact with him her eyes were trained on the floor below them. The tips of her nose and cheeks were burning a bright pink out of sheer embarrassment. "You see. I was out here with a group of friends and they all wanted to go camping somewhere deep in the forest. But it turns out it was all some sort of cruel prank on me. But if you just tell me out to get out of the woods, I'll be on my way... heheh..."

Aurora. Jack remembered a woman named Aurora from his boyhood in New Mexico. Pretty thing that worked at the dinner his father frequented from cheap beer. She showed him kindness when none other did. He would not have been able to read if not for the waitress. He thought about trying to find out what had happened to her but decided against it along ago. Since murdering his father, he vowed never to return to New Mexico.

This Aurora, however, proved to be a royal pain in the ass. She could not return to town and tell them about his location. Every state trooper and federal marshal in a hundred-mile radius would descend upon the mountain, and his end would come far sooner and bloodier than he wanted. Her 'friends' played a cruel prank on the girl, and she had to pay the price for it.

"You ain't going anywhere, sweetheart." He motioned with the gun to take a seat on a worn chair. "No. You ain't going back to your friends or town." While her arrival was unexpected, her body proved to be a god-send. Man was not meant to live without woman, and his biological senses took over. He ruled this mountain, and she entered without his permission. "You ever fucked before?"

Aurora's eyes widened at the man. Was he in on this joke too? Maybe her friends talked him into giving her a little scare then sending her on her merry way. Right? She quickly sat herself down upon the wood chair that the man motioned tom "Sir I swear I'm not here to cause any problems. I just want to go home. Please put that thing down..." One of her hands motioned to the gun he was tightly gripping. It might have been a stupid idea to argue with the man holding the gun, but she was acting all on a whim now. Her mind was clearly not in the best place.

The young red head's stomach nearly dropped at the man's crude question. This made her unconsciously cross her arms over her chest. With those few words she felt vulnerable in front of him. Even though she was well dressed in hiking gear, it was almost like his eyes could see right through her clothing. "Alright this is one funny joke, but this shit is getting too far. I don't care who put you up to this, but I'm fucking done"

Aurora glared up at him with disgust in her eyes. She didn't know who she was angrier at her friends or the man before her who just asked her if she ever had sex. As those words had time to process in her mind her face begin to flush a soft pink. To answer his question, no she had not. She gave some awkward handy-s in the back of a car and a blow job in a bathroom. But never sex. For some reason she never let it get that far.

She abruptly stood up out of the chair she was sitting in and began walking past the older many "I'm calling the cops on your ass. You've got bad news writing all over you!" She called over her shoulder as she stormed away from him

Jack watched with slight disbelief at the foolishness of the young woman before him. She did not see any danger in him or the loaded weapon pointing at her. He admired such confidence but struggled to comprehend it. Such a woman, he believed, made for good company after being broken in. His mother always told him to never look a gift horse in the mouth. Aurora landed into his cabin by the grace of God, and he was going to take her by the grace of God.

"You ain't going nowhere," Jack stuffed the pistol into his belt and grabbed her hair. He yanked her through the small cabin into the room that served as workshop and bedroom. Each door in the house contained three locks, two keys and a deadbolt, in case a siege every broke out between him and law enforcement.

Jack threw the young woman on the bed with considerable strength. "Today is your lucky day, princess. You get to be bred and taken care of. Lord knows I have prayed for a companion. He saw fit to turn you over to me." Within seconds, he was pinning the much smaller woman to the bed with his knees and hands. His lips assaulted the pale skin right under her chin, drinking in her sweet scent.

A soft yelp escaped the woman's lips as she was dragged off through the cabin. Aurora tried to bite and scratch her way out of this hell hole, but his grip on her was much too tight. "Let go of me you sick fuck!" She screamed and cursed ever work imaginable until her voice went completely hoarse. Now with every breath she took her throat felt as if it was on fire. Tears began to form in the corner of her baby blue eyes, but she was too stubborn to let them fall. She quickly swiped at them with the back of her hand.

Aurora was quite unnerved by his show of strength as he roughly threw her onto his bed. "Get the FUCK off of me you son of a bitch!" She cried out even though her voice was thick with tears. She threw a few punches wherever she could get one in, but ultimately they seemed like they were nothing more than a minor annoyance to the man. A soft gasps left her plump lips as his mouth attacked her delicate neck. "Stop this. Please God, make this stop." Her cries had morphed into something like a sob and plead.

But there was a dark voice at the back of her mind. There was a little part of her that was enjoying this. That little part of her enjoyed the thrill of this experience. Most men she knew treated her as if she was some delicate flower. On the other hand this man seemed to take what he wanted and was fine if he bruised or hurt her in anyway. She quickly shoved those strange thoughts down and pushed them a far corner of her mind.

"Your God cannot hear you, little one." Jack kept the woman pinned as he fiddled with his pants. He would have preferred her naked but the call of the wild demanded release now. His hands released her slightly to force the dress down to expose her breasts. Not as big as he normally liked but cute enough to make him enjoy it. Life sucked but good things came to those who deserved it.

He grinned wickedly seconds before taking her left breast into his mouth, suckling it gently. His weight pushed her down to keep in control of the situation, but his mind focused on the joy given to him. A few minutes later, he switched to the other breast and noticed the nipples getting erect with each touch. She screamed and begged for him to stop, yet her body loved every second of it.

"Let's get this show on the road," he declared upon releasing her breasts. "Baby, you are going to love this eventually. Take a good look around this home... your home."


A young woman with red hair and baby blue eyes. She is petite and dressed in hiking gear, indicating an active lifestyle. Initially, she appears naive and trusting, but when confronted with danger, she shows courage and defiance. Despite her fear, she does not hesitate to stand up for herself. However, the traumatic events reveal a hidden vulnerability in her character. She is somewhat inexperienced or reserved when it comes to matters of intimacy.

A soft yelp escaped the woman's lips as she was dragged off through the cabin. Aurora tried to bite and scratch her way out of this hell hole, but his grip on her was much too tight. "Let go of me you sick fuck!" She screamed and cursed ever work imaginable until her voice went completely hoarse. Now with every breath she took her throat felt as if it was on fire. Tears began to form in the corner of her baby blue eyes, but she was too stubborn to let them fall. She quickly swiped at them with the back of her hand.

Aurora was quite unnerved by his show of strength as he roughly threw her onto his bed. "Get the FUCK off of me you son of a bitch!" She cried out even though her voice was thick with tears. She threw a few punches wherever she could get one in, but ultimately they seemed like they were nothing more than a minor annoyance to the man. A soft gasps left her plump lips as his mouth attacked her delicate neck. "Stop this. Please God, make this stop." Her cries had morphed into something like a sob and plead.

But there was a dark voice at the back of her mind. There was a little part of her that was enjoying this. That little part of her enjoyed the thrill of this experience. Most men she knew treated her as if she was some delicate flower. On the other hand this man seemed to take what he wanted and was fine if he bruised or hurt her in anyway. She quickly shoved those strange thoughts down and pushed them a far corner of her mind.


A man with long, jet black hair. His personality is domineering and controlling, taking pleasure in exerting power over others. He displays a calm demeanor even when inflicting pain or discomfort, suggesting a cold and calculating nature. His actions reveal him as someone who doesn't shy away from violence to achieve his goals. He seems to have little empathy for Ramona, indicating a potentially sociopathic disposition. Despite his harsh treatment of her, he occasionally shows moments of unexpected gentleness, hinting at complex motivations behind his behavior.

Squirming against the restraints was, of course, futile. It was several inch-thick steel permanently welded to the heavy chair, and they were tight. Tight enough to leave bruises and cuts if Ramona struggled too hard.

Alistair grinned as she yelled out, John blinking emotionless as she shouted obscenities. He exited the room to fill the bucket with water, leaving the boss to walk over to the chair & get Ramona ready. "It's just your hair, Ramona. I want to see those icy eyes peering at me behind a blanket of shadow. Black suits you much better." He murmured, kissing her forehead. His own long, jet black hair tickled her cheeks as he did.

He spun the chair around and yanked her head back, fingers running through silken strawberry hair to make it fall below.

*It's just your hair.* Except it wasn't. It was all Ramona had left of her mother; all her father had left of her. What was he going to do when she came back with black hair? The only reason he still bothered to show her any attention was because she looked a little too much like his late wife. He didn't love her, he loved the memories he was reminded of every time he gazed at her.

"It's not just my hair you bastard!" Every squirm seemed to leave the girl wincing in pain, the restraints digging into pale flesh. If she wasn't careful the damn steel would cut through her, at least, that's what it felt like. *I'd have you on your damn ass if I wasn't tied down.*

The blonde scowled the moment the chair was spun around, her head yanked back. "What is with your makeover obsession? You trying to turn me into some bitch you're obsessed with or something?" *If so it really plays into the fucking crazy card.*

And just like everything else that Alistair had already begun digging apart—her dignity, her pride, her humanity—her hair, too, was doomed to be wiped away.

"You keep squirming like that I'll have to patch you up again." He hummed, keeping her head yanked as he thinned out her hair with his fingers. John finally came back with the bucket of water, and Alistair rotated the chair so her hair was now sunk into the bucket that rested upon the desk. He let her hair sit in it for several minutes, shooing John away as he put latex gloves on.

Once her hair was adequately soaked he lifted it out carefully, drying it with the towel and setting the bucket aside. Moments later his bleach-covered gloves were running through her locks, annihilating any semblance of old color. "I suppose it's something like that. I don't expect you to understand yet." His voice was raspy and calm as he massaged her scalp, fingers kneading in an almost meditative, rhythmic fashion.

It hadn't even been a day yet and Ramona was already going insane. Nothing about this made any sense—he wasn't supposed to be cutting and dyeing her hair, he had kidnapped her for god sake! He should've been starving and beating her... or locking her in a room for days. That's what normal kidnappers did, or at least what she had seen in movies. The only violent thing he had done was slap and choke her.

But here he was giving her a free salon experience. What was wrong with him? The restraints were cutting too roughly into her at this point, she couldn't keep squirming or else she'd end up cutting herself further, that was the only thing he was right about. "You're fucking crazy." It seemed to be one of her favorite insults lately. "I'll kill you." *One way or another.*

Indeed Alistair had been far too kind to her in these moments of respite. Sometimes he pampered and spoiled her like a pet or doll, and others he tossed and hit with little regard to her comfort or safety. His fingers were particularly gentle as they massaged the base of her scalp, being careful to avoid the band-aid from earlier—even though it would've caused her more pain. It was an opportunity he passed up. Why? His conditions for abuse were so strange.

"Everyone's fucking crazy. It's just how well they hide it." He let her hair soak in the bleach for quite a while, continuing to massage until eventually he dipped her hair in that water once again. Rinsing it thoroughly, he dried it again before beginning to repeat the process with black dye.

"Oh? Maybe you will kill me. Wouldn't be the worst way to go. But I'll only let my Ramona kill me. Not this..." he gestured to her general form, "...half-measure."

"No they're not!" Ramona finally snapped. Her words echoing around the room, she was like a goddamn ticking time bomb. "Not everyone is fucking crazy, just you! Stop trying to blame the entire fucking human race for personality traits only you have." It was a partial lie—others had the personality trait of a sociopath psycho too, but this was about him not them. "All you've done since I met you is go on and on about how you think the world's just like you—and they're not." It was getting boring now, though, the same could be said for her.

"I know you're probably only like this because you think it's revenge for some shitty thing that happened in your past—but I assure you nobody gives a shit." She didn't feel like herself anymore and she knew it was because of the dye—the one thing that connected her to Ramona was gone. But she didn't give a damn about that right now, she needed to make it out alive, and then she could whine about her stripped identity.

Alistair simply bobbed his head back and forth as he listened to her go on and on. He'd heard all her rhetoric before, fingers heralding in her new identity. How fragile her spirit was, if it was so quickly wiped clean with something as simple as hair color. "We'll see how consistent that viewpoint of yours is over the months. I suspect it stands on shaky foundations." He murmured down to her, dipping those newly black locks in the fresh water—John had replaced it during the bleach phase.

"No, no. It's not revenge. I just do. Holding grudges is a waste of time—either kill them or be done with it. No point in ruminating on it."

Finally her hair was done, her captor drying it diligently. Jet black locks now fell over her face, shielding icy eyes and framing delicate features. He stepped around in front of her as her head fall back into place, holding her small chin in his hand. "Much better." He reached over and grabbed a small handheld mirror, turning it so she could see herself.

Ramona didn't bother pulling herself out of his grip this time, it was pointless, she wouldn't have been able to anyway. However, she didn't even so much as spare a glance at the mirror, stubbornly turning blue hues away. "I don't want to see it." If she didn't see it: it didn't happen. She could see small strands out of the corner of her eye, but she just imagined it was the strawberry blonde she was used to. Not the damn jet black he had dyed it.

"Do you get off to dyeing people's hair? Maybe you should go into the hairdressing business." And leave me the fuck alone. Already she was exhausted of him; exhausted from everything that had already happened.

Alistair expression became cold upon her shuns, gripping her cheeks tighter and forcing her head towards the mirror. "Look." He repeated firmly, his strong hands likely surpassing her neck strength.

After she had a good enough look he tossed the mirror aside and landed a clean slap across her face once again—a dosage of pain to usher in the new era, the mirror image of herself stained in her mind. "Enough of the mouth." He scolded. "No, though I do quite adore control. I will show you the extent of mine."


A 20 years old woman with naturally strawberry blonde hair, now dyed jet black. Her eyes are icy blue, suggesting a cool and sharp demeanor. She's stubborn and defiant, not one to back down easily even in the face of adversity or danger. She possesses a strong spirit but also shows signs of vulnerability, particularly when her personal identity is threatened. Her fiery responses and constant challenges against Alistair reveal her courageous nature. However, beneath this tough exterior lies an underlying exhaustion and fear due to her unfamiliar situation.

Alistair expression became cold upon her shuns, gripping her cheeks tighter and forcing her head towards the mirror. "Look." He repeated firmly, his strong hands likely surpassing her neck strength.

After she had a good enough look he tossed the mirror aside and landed a clean slap across her face once again—a dosage of pain to usher in the new era, the mirror image of herself stained in her mind. "Enough of the mouth." He scolded. "No, though I do quite adore control. I will show you the extent of mine."

Ramona looked like a completely different person. It wasn't just the dyed locks that stared back at her; it was the beginning of purple markings lining her neck, the hand-print that was etched onto her cheek. She looked tired too, and she was. It was a given, though, she had never been in a situation like this before so her body wasn't used to the exertion. She yelped in surprise the moment his palm connected with her cheek once again. Touchy much?

Ramona clenched her jaw, tearing her gaze off of him. "Fuck you." She spat in response, eyes narrowing into a glare.


A husky with a warm and friendly personality. He has a thick gray and white fur that keeps him warm. He usually feels warm and doesn't wear much clothing, often opting for a white sleeveless t-shirt and shorts that end below his knee. He is in good shape, thanks to his friend Alex who encourages him to work out. Sebastian recently gained some muscle, although he is not as shredded as Alex. He has a welcoming smile and a laid-back demeanor. He is a skilled and dedicated computer programmer.

Sebastian stood up from his chair in front of his desk and stretched out. He had been working for hours and needed a little break. He grabbed his coffee mug and walked through the living room towards the kitchen, where the coffee machine stood. The spacious living room was still new to him. It had been only a month since he and his best friend Alex moved in this flat. It was the fifteenth floor in a tall building, with a good view all around. The living room was probably as big as their previous flat.

With a press of a button the coffee machine started to grind the coffee beans, to make his hot beverage. Sebastian glanced at the clock. It was half past three. Which meant he had almost a hour work to do. He didn't really feel like it. In the last couple of hours he made a lot of progress, but that tired him out. Also it was Friday, so it was almost weekend.

He took the first sip of his black coffee, then he decided it was enough work for this week. He just start a build, then he runs the regression tests. That would take an hour. Then he will have a couple of hours to himself until Alex gets home. He might catch up with some movies until then, because he was sure Alex would occupy the big screen for some games. He still didn't understand why would anybody want to play video games with a controller instead of a keyboard and a mouse.

He placed the coffee mug on his desk, in front of his two monitors, and typed in a few commands to start the build process. Then he had lean back in his chair, and continued to sip of his coffee.

It was almost four in the afternoon, and Lydia had spent most of her day off pacing back and fourth across the length of her kitchen. Her tail coiled around her legs, and the crawly, antsy feeling she'd been trying to shake since morning just seemed to linger. It was mostly her own fault, she'd mused. She'd known this time of the year was coming up. She should have prepared more.

There were a handful of contacts in her phone she was sure she could go to, but they were all far away and she didn't feel like making the journey with work waiting for her the following morning. Besides, there was someone she had in mind that she wanted to ask first.

The oven dinged. She pulled out the sheet of cookies and moved them over into a container, and when that was done, she went and found her tablet. With a flick, she turned on airplane mode, and then went back to the homescreen. Clicking her tongue, and hoping that her interest would be met with interest in kind, she left her apartment to make her way down the hall to knock on her neighbors door.

She purred quietly to herself to calm her nerves. As she stood there, the scent of the cookies she'd made mixed with that of her heat, and she hoped it wasn't too totally obvious what was going on the moment he answered. As far as she knew, Sebastian should be alone, at present. As far as she knew, they would have privacy, regardless of whether he accepted or rejected her.

When Sebastian heard the knock on the door he had just finished the last bit of his coffee. He put down the mug and walked to the door wondering who that might be. It was way too early for Alex to arrive back, besides his got a key. Also he didn't expect anyone. He hoped it wasn't someone who tried to sell him something. But his got a pleasant surprise when he opened the door. It was Lydia, their neighbor. He smiled at her.

"Hi Lydia. What's up?" he asked. He could certainly smell the fresh cookies, and maybe some other scent, but the cookies dominated, and they smelled delicious.

He was wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt, some shorts which ended below of his knee, and slippers. Being a Husky he usually felt warm, so under normal circumstances he don't wear much clothing. His thick gray and white fur kept him warm all the times. Also for a while now his got some muscle on himself. He wasn't as shredded as Alex but obviously he was in good shape, thanks to his friend who always pestered him, to work out.

Lydia smiled back, the tip of her tail curling neatly back and fourth. "Hey, I uh, my tablet stopped working earlier. I was hoping you could help me with it, since you're good with computers. I brought cookies for the trouble?" Here, she lifted the container in offering.

She herself was a Russian Blue cat, her eyes a deep blue, her fur a solid blue-grey except for a splotch of white down her chest and tummy. She wore a simple white shirt and jeans, both of which were a loose, comfortable fit. Being a cat she was lean, athletic, though smaller than the husky opposite her. She was also a short hair, lacking much of the poof Sebastian had. "Can I come in?"

"Of course come in, feel yourself at home" he said and stepped aside from the door to let her in. In the living room there was a big couch with enough room for four, and two armchairs. There was also a thick carpet between the couch and the armchairs. Usually Alex sat on in while he played video games, since the controller cable wasn't long enough, and he haven't buy a wireless yet.

"So you prepared a little bribe" he asked her as he motioned towards the couch. He sat down, and she could sat next to him. He extended his arm to her "So what's the trouble with the tablet?" he asked, expecting Lydia giving her the tablet, so he could look at it.

Lydia followed him, her smile taking on a slightly teasing air. "I prefer to think of it as a thank you gift~ But yes, effectively, a bribe."

When offered a seat, she elected to sit next to him, a few polite inches between the for politeness sake. She wrapped her tail around her middle to keep it out of the way and placed the box of cookies off to the side. Too long on this couch and her scent was going to linger on it. And now that they were inside, it was going to gather in the air, become a little more obvious.

"I don't know. It was fine this mourning, but when I tried to get on the internet an hour ago it just... wouldn't connect." She handed him the tablet as requested.

"I see" Sebastian said, as he took the tablet from her. He started checking the network settings. It took the tablet a couple of seconds to show the settings. That was enough for him to not concentrate on he tablet and actually got a sniff of her scent. It was familiar to him. If she would have been a canine he would be sure of himself, but with a feline, he wasn't a hundred percent sure what he had smelled.

But he moved his attention back to the tablet. Actually it didn't take long for him to figure out the problem. So he decided he would test her.

"Now here's your problem" he said, and shifted a bit on the couch allowing their tights to touch, as he showed the tablet to her. "I guess you've accidentally activated the airplane mode. That's why don't have net."


A Russian Blue cat. She has deep blue eyes and a solid blue-gray fur, with a splotch of white on her chest and tummy. She is lean and athletic, with short hair compared to the fluffy fur of Sebastian. She wears a simple white shirt and loose-fitting jeans, prioritizing comfort. Lydia carries herself with confidence and a touch of playfulness, purring to calm her nerves.

Lydia followed him, her smile taking on a slightly teasing air. "I prefer to think of it as a thank you gift~ But yes, effectively, a bribe."

When offered a seat, she elected to sit next to him, a few polite inches between the for politeness sake. She wrapped her tail around her middle to keep it out of the way and placed the box of cookies off to the side. Too long on this couch and her scent was going to linger on it. And now that they were inside, it was going to gather in the air, become a little more obvious.

"I don't know. It was fine this mourning, but when I tried to get on the internet an hour ago it just... wouldn't connect." She handed him the tablet as requested.


A non-human creature disguising as a pregnant woman who is new to wearing human clothes and lacks knowledge about undergarments such as bras and panties. She appears as innocent and curious, not fully understanding the implications of her actions. She has a gorgeous toned back, ample backside that bulges out playfully, huge pregnant belly that is hard as a rock, full breasts.

Groaning under her breath. Melanie stood in front of Chase not bothering to turn around and face him she came up with a wicked idea. She had struggled with the zipper originally and it was only halfway up. She gently moved her hair to the side, exposing her neck and upper back. "Maybe could you um... help me with the zipper so I can change again? Just pull it all the way down." As she finished, Melanie's blush deepened as she knew he would realize she had no bra on since the dress had one built in. The zipper itself would go all the way down to the base of her lower back. Going that low for support of the dress. But when open, the tip of her panties could be seen. Or what should be there.

Melanie struggled with purchasing human clothes. Having no idea truly what was required. Like a bra or panties. She was slowly learning. But at the beginning of her travels here, she would just forgo the clothing and grown used to not having them. It wasn't until her last feed she realized that they were an unsaid necessities. But she didn't have any that would fit her. Until after this shopping trip she would wear the ones Chase picked out. It wasn't that she meant to be seductive. Purely coincidental given her lack of knowledge prior to this.

Chase was enthralled seeing Melanie in the dress. His heart was racing and he stared awe struck at her. As she flipped her hair to the side and asked for help, he knew he was done for. He gulped loudly as he anxiously walked towards her. He couldn't help any longer, his cock was swelling rapidly, fully erect and threatening to burst from his pants, tracing nearly down to his knee cap from his immense and girth. As she requested his assistance he anxiously obliged, walking up behind her and placing his strings hands near the zipper. "Of course... can't have you all helpless and huge and stuck in this dress Melanie..." he said in a more sultry tone.

As his hands met the zipper, he got close. Close enough the the bulge of his immense very aroused cock pressed into her ample backside. Pressing his torso into her so there was no way she didn't feel it. Moaning softly in his breath at the contact with her skin as he slowly pulled the zipper down. Her gorgeous toned back revealing itself as he pulled it lower. Going until it stopped just at the crest of her ass that bulged and bubbled out playfully. Groaning audibly this time as she saw she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

"Oh Melanie..." He said softly as he released the zipper. Moving his strong and powerful arms to her hips, slowly moving them forward to reach the under curve of her huge belly, grasping it firmly. Moaning as he felt the huge pregnant mass. Her belly hard as a rock, barely giving at all. He pulled her back against him softly his throbbing cock pulsing against her backside. "I have to have you..." he groaned slowly pressing her forward to the changing room which the door hung wide open.

Playing with her hair, Melanie nodded along to his words. Goosebumps littering her skin as she felt the skin to skin contact when he grabbed the zipper and began to pull slowly down. The cool air not helping her case at all as her back was exposed to him. She bit her lip as he pressed her gently into him, feeling the bulge. "Chase are you okay? What is that?" She asked curiously and in worry. He had a large bulge in his front side she could feel on her butt. She was innocent to a man's daylight erection. Wondering how she could not have noticed such a large sweet before when looking at him.

Only then did she gasp aloud as he gently gripped her hips then slightly lifted her swollen belly. But before she could say any more, she was begging guided back into the changing room with him pressed up against her. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously as the door shut behind them. Wondering if she should turn around and face him but there wasn't too much room left with both of them pressed up in here so she remained still. But she wasn't scared, merely curious. A need for him still bubbling up inside her. "Are you okay Chase?" She asked again.

The changing room itself was a tighter space with the two of them together inside but it had a floor to ceiling door that was firm with a lock. It was meant for mothers, pregnant women, and handicapped. The only other thing in the room was a full sized mirror for the customer to use.

As Chase got Melanie into the changing room, he left go of her briefly to close the large door behind them. Locking it, quickly turning his attention back to the gorgeous woman. "I'm amazing Melanie, this is a dream come true... I can't wait to be inside you." He groaned loudly tracing his hands to his pants, quickly tugging them down as well as his boxers. His huge girthy cock bounded out anxiously, finally free from its fabric prison. His head swollen, so full of cum, veins pulsing across the thick shaft. One hand clutched his huge cock, and pressed it into Meanie's backside once more as he once again made contact with her.

He then practically ripped at the bottom of her dress, pulling it upward. Inch by inch he revealed his prize. The full length mirror revealing his impressive physics reflection as well as that of Melanie's body drove him even more insane. "Oh fuck Melanie..." he groaned as he pulled the dress up over her huge belly and full tits, the giant orbs bounding out. He then pressed her against the mirror aggressively. Kissing her neck and wildly. His cock pressing into her bare ass, feeling the dampness between her legs. "I can't wait to have you, I need you, you've never been with anyone like me." He assured her.

Gasping, Melanie let at s soft yelp as he pressed up into her from behind, feeling his enormous cock on her ass. Now she truly knew what he was fully up to and she accepted it without argument. Truthfully, she needed him just as badly but she didn't know it. Her body called out for him to sate this flame inside her that was growing fierce in desire for him. But at the same time she was confused by her bodies reactions to this man.

She blushed and glanced in the mirror as her body was now fully exposed to him. But she didn't have a chance to look long as she was pressed into it, letting out a soft groan as the coolness hit her nipples and her belly. The kisses on her neck making her soaked with need in her privates. "Oh Chase..." she moaned not knowing what else do to as he took control fully over the situation. But the strange part was that she loved it and wanted him to control her. To control her pleasure and her body. Not regretting deciding to spend the whole day with him now.

Chase was too deep to even think about stopping. His cock pulsed pressed against Melanie's backside, growing harder and fuller by the second in anticipation of what was to come. Without any further hesitation, he spread Melanie's legs apart with his feet and in unison guided the massive head of his cock toward her glorious folds. Pressed into the mirror fully, her huge belly and tits splayed to the sides as the head of his cock met her soaked pussy lips. "Oh fuck, Melanie..." He groaned loudly as his huge cock began to stretch her lips, slowly, his massive shaft began to disappear and press up into his pregnant lover.

His hips convulsed as she clearly had never had anyone near his size inside her. Letting go as her pussy began to eagerly take him, Chase's hands grasped the sides of her perfect belly. "Fuck it's so hard... no need for a condom thanks to this big girl Melanie..." he groaned, kissing her neck and moaning, grasping the sides of the giant dome possessively. His cock continued to be devoured by her pussy. "God it's like you're pulling me in." He explained, it was unlike anything he had ever felt with a woman.

Melanie groaned as he spread her legs apart, the cool air hitting her drenched lips. Only to break out in a gasp as his hot pulsing dick met her folds. She tried to grip the wall as she was pressed against the mirror. Doing anything she could to grip onto something has her pleasure intensified. Moaning his name repeatedly as inch bu inch he filled her to impossible depths of her pussy. Not knowing a human cock could be so big and wide.

Melanie then grunted at his words and lack of need for a condom. Well, she didn't know if she would get pregnant or not by a human. She had yet to discover this. But she would not be denied now the feeling of being filled by his seed. Hesitantly she clenched her pussy around his dick and moaned louder, trying her best to muffle it with her wrist. "Oh Chase... oh..."


A man who is deeply aroused by Melanie's pregnant body and is eager to have sex with her. He is confident and dominant, taking control of the situation and guiding Melanie into the changing room. He has an immense, girthy cock that becomes fully erect at the sight of Melanie.

Chase was too deep to even think about stopping. His cock pulsed pressed against Melanie's backside, growing harder and fuller by the second in anticipation of what was to come. Without any further hesitation, he spread Melanie's legs apart with his feet and in unison guided the massive head of his cock toward her glorious folds. Pressed into the mirror fully, her huge belly and tits splayed to the sides as the head of his cock met her soaked pussy lips. "Oh fuck, Melanie..." He groaned loudly as his huge cock began to stretch her lips, slowly, his massive shaft began to disappear and press up into his pregnant lover.

His hips convulsed as she clearly had never had anyone near his size inside her. Letting go as her pussy began to eagerly take him, Chase's hands grasped the sides of her perfect belly. "Fuck it's so hard... no need for a condom thanks to this big girl Melanie..." he groaned, kissing her neck and moaning, grasping the sides of the giant dome possessively. His cock continued to be devoured by her pussy. "God it's like you're pulling me in." He explained, it was unlike anything he had ever felt with a woman.


A 16 years old teenage girl woman who doesn't fit the typical cheerleader stereotype, as she isn't promiscuous and has limited sexual experience. She appears to be somewhat shy and hesitant at first but becomes more confident as she engages in intimate activities with her step-brother. Danielle is also willing to take risks and explore new experiences, demonstrated by her decision to pursue a secret relationship with her step-sibling. Overall, Danielle is a curious and adventurous individual who seeks pleasure and connection despite societal norms or expectations.

Danielle's eyes roamed over his body resting on his eyes. "Technically it wasn't." she said looking down at her feet. "But I'm offering you one now. Will you take it though?" she asked now looking back at him. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear the blood rushing through her ears with each beat. Danielle wasn't promiscuous like the stereotype many cheerleaders held. She had only had sex a few times and it had been with her ex-boyfriend so she was rather inexperienced. "I get it if you don't want me though. I'm technically your sister yet we're total strangers." She said.

She watched him waiting for his move. Her heart was still pounding and she was certain her cheeks where red as a rose.

Jason decided to make his move a bold one, as the hand that slid up her thigh then found it's way on the outside of her shorts, deathly close to her young pussy. Jason had only had sex once with a previous girlfriend. Soon after, the ended up breaking up because it turned out she was cheating on him. "I'll take that invitation if you don't mind." He then placed his other hand on her check, then brushing a lock of hair from her face. After he'd done that, he leaned in to kiss her. His lips pressed against hers softly at first but soon after began to press a little bit harder as his tongue entered her mouth to meet hers.

As they kissed, he ended up laying on the floor with her, letting that hand that rested on her shorts, enter the inside of them as he began to feel of her sex. He broke the kiss for a moment to as her, still as close to her as ever, "Wow Danielle, were you wet all this time?" Jason's cock felt as if it was going to pop out of his mesh nylon sleep shorts it was so hard. He needed her, he craved her, but he wondered just how well she'd be at sex. The cheerleader stereotype of them being nothing but dumb bimbos who screwed the football team constantly couldn't be real, he never bought it to be quite honest. But his mind wondered if he'd have to teach her some things that he'd seen in porn.

Danielle had been watching his hand crawl up her leg and linger on the outside of her shorts. Her eyes trailed up to his when he moved a lock of hair from her eyes. She froze just slightly when he leaned in and kissed her. She could feel the kiss start off slow and soft and the hard and passionate as he slipped his tongue in to her mouth. She opened her mouth just a little bit and let their tongues dance and mingle together.

She followed him down on to the floor. She moaned in to the kiss feeling his cool touch along her hair less cunt. "Yes." She said softly felling him though the thin fabric as he held her close clearly not wanting to let her go until they both where finished and pleased. Her hand moved down to his shorts and began to rub the rock hard bulge through his pants. She then reconnected their lips.

As their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing and rubbing against each other, so did his touch on her womanhood. Jason began to rub her clit as she felt of his cock through his shorts, the both of them obviously hot and bothered wanting the other. Jason knew soon though some of their clothes would have to come off to enhance the feel of their experience. With that being said, he broke the kiss long enough to slide his hand out of her shorts to take off her shirt, having to lift her up off of the floor a bit to take it off, tossing it across the room. Next came her shorts, sliding them down along with the soaked panties she had wore along with them.

Jason's cock grew harder and harder it felt like as she felt him through his shorts, but fucking her would have to wait. He first wanted to taste her pussy, especially since she had just came not too long ago. He began to break the kiss, getting on top of her, kissing his way down her body until he got to her clit. He only kissed it once before teasing her a little kissing up and down both of her thighs. Eventually though, he began to run and slide his tongue along her clit, getting a taste of her young pussy.

Danielle moaned as he continued to move his fingers across her young and wet pussy. She reached to take his shirt off but stopped when he reconnected their lips for a brief moment. Her breathing had become labored and shallow as he kissed down her flat stomach and then her clit. She chewed her lip watching him and moaned when his tongue slid across her clit and he tasted her.

"Jason!" She moaned her fingers running through her hair and becoming tangled their.

Jason felt chills run through his body as she began to run her fingers through his hair. He couldn't believe that his own step-sister had urges to have sex with him like he did. He had the urge for a while but fought it, thinking it'd never happen anyways. It wasn't as if they were blood or anything so if he were to get her pregnant, the baby couldn't come out all deformed like. But he wasn't in this to get her pregnant, he wanted to give her all the pleasure he could.

After watching porn for a good while, even his first time having sex before her, Jason knew how to please a girl. As his tongue rolled and flicked along her clit, he then slowly began to shove a single finger past her young folds. As he got more of a taste of her clit, he kept fingering her tightness. He'd only wonder if she'd give him head like he was giving her head when it came down to it. Oh the time they'd have when it came time to have sex. Jason looked forward to fucking her brains out, especially after seeing her play with herself. The thoughts of her playing with herself were still fresh in his head, and hearing those moans up close were even more euphoric than hearing them from a distance.

Danielle continued moaning feeling his fingers move in and out of her tight folds. She chewed her lip thinking for a moment how he deserved her attention just as much as he was giving to her. She slowly set up pulling away from him a bit. She said nothing just kissed him gently and pushed him on to his back. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she straddled his chest with her back to him. Slowly she leaned over taking his length into her hands and stroked it softly her tongue traced around the tip of his head and she began to suck softly like a lollipop.


A 17 years old teenage boy who has had some previous sexual experience, though not much. He is bold in his actions and is willing to take risks, as evidenced by his decision to engage in an intimate relationship with his step-sister. While he is curious about the cheerleader stereotype, he doesn't fully believe it. Overall, Jason appears to be adventurous and eager to explore new experiences while seeking pleasure for himself and his partner.

Danielle continued moaning feeling his fingers move in and out of her tight folds. She chewed her lip thinking for a moment how he deserved her attention just as much as he was giving to her. She slowly set up pulling away from him a bit. She said nothing just kissed him gently and pushed him on to his back. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she straddled his chest with her back to him. Slowly she leaned over taking his length into her hands and stroked it softly her tongue traced around the tip of his head and she began to suck softly like a lollipop.

Jason felt chills run down from his head all the way down his back as he felt his slightly younger step-sister begin to give his cock some attention. From this view, he could get a nice look at that ass he'd seen many times before. He thought back how he'd always find times to admire her breasts and ass even before he knew she'd be his step-sister. Damn she was sexy! Jason knew that Danielle would be a fun lay even though he only had experience with one other girl. Jason lightly groaned as she took his manhood into her mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah, that feels good!!!" He groaned out a little more as the pleasure continued to mount. Jason could still only imagine right now how good of a fuck his step-sibling would be. He also knew that this would be the first of many times they might get to do this. But what would happen once their parents got home? They'd have to be sneaky and keep all of this on the down low and make sure to schedule time to enjoy each other, most likely while their parents would sleep though. He continued to moan, "Oh yeah, I bet you can fit more into your mouth."