A woman who, despite being older than Jacob, maintains an attractive and youthful appearance. She has soft flesh and a perfect ass that catches Jacob's attention. Her personality is complex; she's playful, enjoys dancing, and isn't afraid to express her desires openly. However, she also carries some vulnerability due to her conservative upbringing and failed relationship which makes her somewhat desperate for affection. Despite this desperation, she remains responsible as shown by her concern about Jacob's sobriety before they drive away from the club.

Meredith laughed slightly, a small blush coming to her cheeks. "How can you taste it on me?" She asked him, her voice quiet in the loud crowd, surrounding them filled with people and their dancing dreams. She smiled looking at him carefully, determining the age difference between them.

It was difficult since he did look young but not that young. She took his hand and felt his soft flesh against hers. She felt his hold it was firm and she walked with him to a good dancing spot. She moved closer, their bodies going tight together as she placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned on him gently. "Yes, you can have a name. It's Meredith." She looked at him and realized how well the name fit on him.

"Jacob, nice to meet you." She looked up at him as best she could and felt his hands and the way he ground against her, their bodies fitting well from an exterior front. She was enjoying this dance a lot more than she had planned to. A soft sigh escaping with every beat of the music fitting along with her. "You dance very well, Jacob."

"Don't worry, I have my ways. I'll get a taste of that sweetness." Jacob breathed into her ear before he pulled back after hearing her name. "Meredith? That's a nice name, very cute for someone like you." It really was, it was delicate and he really liked that. Even more so when she said his name. "Mmm, that sounds good coming from your lips." Jacob said as she turned so she was facing him.

Even with the music, he could hear the soft sounds of her enjoyment as they moved their bodies together. He was glad that she was reacting so quickly. Her compliment though made him smirk. "Well, I've got a great partner, you're only ever as good as what they offer." His large hands slid from her hips down to her ass, testing the waters a bit as he groped the perfect shape. "And trust me when I say my dancing partner is perfect. Far better than anyone else in here." Jacob had leaned down at this point to look her in the eye before placing a kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Mmm, that's a hint of the drink, but I definitely wouldn't mind more." His eyes seemed to glow under the light, and he couldn't wait for this night to escalate.

Meredith listened to his cheeky statement and laughed something awful. She felt bad that she unleashed her chuckle that was hoarse and just sounded like a dying dolphin. She covered her lips quickly and pressed tighter against him. She loved the way he was dancing with her, his hands going to her ass. She was doing this to stop the past, she wanted to remember something good. She wanted to dance and just have fun. This wasn't happening if she let her brain do the thinking.

She felt his lips press at the corner of her mouth, turning a bit to face him further, her eyes looked up at his. "Just a hint of the drink, huh?" She playfully touched the corner of her lips and tapped it gently. "How do I get you to taste the rest?" She asked with a slight laugh before moving in a bit closer.

Her body pressing further against his, as she threw a hand around his shoulder. "You want more I might need a bit more." She was close enough, but he could make the move, he was younger than her and she didn't want to come off as pressuring him or anything. He seemed pretty bent on getting in her pants, he is just very lucky she was so desperate to hand it out.

Jacob smirked at the laugh she gave, it was adorable and it just showed that she was enjoying herself. His hands began to grope her ass, loving how perfect it was as his eyes glanced down to her breasts that were pressed up against him--truly spectacular. "Oh trust me, it won't take much, I'm already very curious." He purred, his chest rumbled with a chuckle as she pressed herself against him even more.

He didn't mind one bit, in fact, he loved how eager she was to latch onto him. His hands pressed her hips even more against his, a gleam in his eyes. "But do tell," he leaned down, his hand gently grasping her chin and his thumb rubbing against her plump bottom lip before placing a light peck against her lips, "what would you like?" He said before nipping her lip a bit before tilting his head to capture her lips.

Meredith couldn't believe any of this was happening. She grew up in a very conservative town, her outlandish ways of the need to be spanked and disciplined, controlled, it was too much for her ex, and so he made a big scene of it. Outcasting her from her home and what she knew. Staring at him softly she leaned against him further, feeling his hips pressed tighter to her. She moved a bit, almost dry humping him like a needy little thing.

When he asked her what she wanted, feeling the grip on her chin, the small peck made her whimper slightly. "You, me... and whatever else you can come up with." She could offer to bring him to her house. But it wasn't entirely set up, even the guest bedroom in the back that she was... just wasn't wanting to show him that part but she was willing for more. "Wanna get out of here?" She said, using the overly common line, without literally inviting him back to her house.

Oh, this woman was definitely desperate. Jacob could definitely work with that. If anything, it made him excited to see just what he'd be able to do with her, to her. Jacob didn't miss the tiny whimper, even through the music, it only made him grin more as to what was to come. "Oh darling, I think you'll enjoy what I come up with." As if to give her a taste, he planted a full kiss against her lips before pulling away, curious on if she'd follow it.

When she suggested leaving, he was all the more happy that she was ready to go so quickly. "Good girl." He smiled before squeezing her ass once more and taking her out of the crowd. Taking her outside, he got to his car and opened the door for her. "You fine if we go to my place? Don't worry, I keep it clean." He flicked his tongue out a bit to wet his lips as he could fully see her without the distraction of noise and darkness from the club. "God you're gorgeous, you know that?"

Meredith looked at him softly before he took captive of her lips. She was shocked but missed him back in return until he dragged his body away. Gosh he was being mean. She wanted to say something in protest but he enjoyed the idea of leaving it seemed.

His compliment was enough to make her blush. Good girl, the words echoing inside her brain. She loved hearing those words. Words to much for her ex to say. She wanted that dominant male and he stood before her. She smirked softly when they left and went to his car. She was glad she took a cab because she didn't plan on driving home. It was either someone she left with or drank too much to leave there driving.

"I have to ask. I'm gonna sound old for saying it but. You haven't drank that much have you?" She wanted to be safe about everything as much as she wanted to fuck him. "Cause if not I'm all for staying in this car here and having you dish it out."


A young, tall man with a confident demeanor. He exudes charm and is skilled in the art of flirtation. His eyes are blue and have a certain glow under the light. He's assertive, not shy about expressing his desires or making physical advances. Despite his boldness, he also shows consideration for Meredith, ensuring she's comfortable with their interactions. He comes across as adventurous and eager to explore their mutual attraction further.

Meredith looked at him softly before he took captive of her lips. She was shocked but missed him back in return until he dragged his body away. Gosh he was being mean. She wanted to say something in protest but he enjoyed the idea of leaving it seemed.

His compliment was enough to make her blush. Good girl, the words echoing inside her brain. She loved hearing those words. Words to much for her ex to say. She wanted that dominant male and he stood before her. She smirked softly when they left and went to his car. She was glad she took a cab because she didn't plan on driving home. It was either someone she left with or drank too much to leave there driving.

"I have to ask. I'm gonna sound old for saying it but. You haven't drank that much have you?" She wanted to be safe about everything as much as she wanted to fuck him. "Cause if not I'm all for staying in this car here and having you dish it out."

Once Meredith was in his car, Jacob went around to the driver's side and hopped in. As he started the car, humming with pride as it purred to life, he heard Meredith ask the question that made him smirk. "You don't sound old at all, in fact, you sound responsible." He said before reaching over and pulling the buckle down across her, not missing the opportunity to graze his fingers against her breast. "But, I'm completely fine. It'd take a lot more than a single glass to get me drunk."

Jacob pulled out of the spot and headed out to the road. "And, while the idea of fucking you into my seats is appealing," his blue eyes glanced over to him before smirking, "I'm a tall man, I wouldn't have the best amount of space to fully... appreciate you." That was the truth, he planned to have fun before he went back to school.

In the mean time, his hand reached over to grasp her thigh, his fingers dancing along the inside of it. "So smooth..." He hummed, keeping his focus on the road as he lifted the dress a bit more, wondering if she'd let him go closer to her core.


An attractive 25 years old woman, given Jackson's intense obsession with her. She has a captivating allure that draws people in, making her the center of attention even when she doesn't want to be. Her style leans towards urban chic, reflecting her preference for city life. On the inside, she is fiercely independent and resilient, valuing her freedom above all else. Despite being stuck in an incredibly difficult situation, she refuses to submit and maintains a rebellious spirit. She's also intelligent and cunning, able to devise plans under pressure while keeping up a convincing facade when necessary. However, underneath this strong exterior is a woman who values solitude and personal space in relationships---traits that are currently being tested to their limits.

Carrie couldn't help but blush and smile as she listened to Jackson calling her beautiful. She was still moaning loudly as they continued, and admittedly, it wasn't as bad as Carrie had thought it would be. Jackson was actually kind of good in bed. It wasn't too much longer before Jackson came in her and cursed in pleasure. Carrie wasn't sure why he was hugging her so tightly, but she smirked as he mentioned that she was his. For now, it seemed like she could use Jackson's desires for her against him, and she was thrilled about that. She softly kissed him once more, smiling up at him.

"Were you pleased, my love?" He asked her wanting to make sure she was content. Her pleasure was all he desired. He wanted her to be happy, he smiled at her gently as he positioned himself off of her, once finished. Leaning close he accepted her kiss and gave her a bit more.

"Oh how perfect you are. I can't tell you what this means to me." He nuzzled closer to her and looked up and smiled. "Would you like something different then the smoothie? I can make you anything else that you want?" He asked her wanting to make sure she got what she needed for her nutrition and health.

Carrie smiled up at Jackson as he asked her a question. "Mmm, it was good babe." Carrie said softly. The kiss was soft, and Carrie would admit she really liked kissing Jackson. If it weren't for this situation, Carrie might have found she would have really liked Jackson. He seemed sweet, though he did still have her kidnapped and stuck in a damn room. It was conflicting. She wanted to escape, because she didn't want to be a captive just because he loved her. Carrie might have been open to dating him seriously if this wasn't a forced situation, and Jackson didn't even see it that way.

"You're sweet." Carrie said softly, staying close in his arms. "I would love some sort of like.. pasta thing." Carrie said with a smile. "But yeah, no. You ever try to force-feed me a smoothie again, and I'll have to hurt you." Carrie admitted.

Jackson looked at her. When she agreed that she enjoyed herself he kissed her cheek. "My princess. I'm glad to hear that. I really am." He said watching her carefully and when he heard her mention something else he grinned. "I will make you literally anything. I don't want you getting malnutritioned."

He sat up and smiled at her. "I apologize. I didn't want you going hungry. It's all good food though, I will save it for tomorrow as the crate of food doesn't land till the end of the month." He said smiling as he stood up. "If you don't pull any funny business on me, I'd love to show you the house, and let you eat at a dining table."

With that he opened a doorway in the room that had two sides. "We took some of your stuff and I bought some fancy stuff most women would like. Weather permitting of course. Sunglasses, hats, swimsuits so forth. It's all yours. Even though I'd love to keep you naked all the time, you dont want to get burned here with the hot sun."

Carrie smiled as Jackson kissed her cheek. He was sweet, when he got what he wanted, it seemed. "You do realize I can cook too?" Carrie pointed out softly. Jackson stood up and apologized, but Carrie only nodded. "Seriously, Jackson?" Carrie asked him as he said something about a crate of food. "I'm a city girl, I don't like the idea of not even getting to pick fresh foods or go on real dates..." Carrie pointed out.

She slipped on a dress as she watched Jackson open a doorway she hadn't noticed before. He listed off things he had essentially stolen for her and Carrie smiled. It was clear the kind of things Jackson wanted to see her in, even if none of it was her style. Not to mention, she kind of hated being in the heat. "Thanks." Carrie said softly. He didn't need to know she didn't like this, let alone the idea of being stuck on a damn island with a guy she didn't know or like.

She looked so beautiful when she smiled. Jackson's heart stirred a little when she spoke about her cooking. "You are more than welcome if you want to. I just don't want you to think you are obligated to work or anything. You are here to have fun and see that I can give you everything you ever dreamed of and more."

When he mentioned her being a city girl and so forth he smiled. "I never said we are to stay on the Island forever. When I know you don't want to run or try to trick me to run, then I am more than willing to go with you. But when I know you want then just tell me what you want to see and away we go."

He said with a smile as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a box of pasta out of the cupboard. "You still want to cook?"

Carrie couldn't help but smirk as he listened to Jackson. "What else am I going to do? For crying out loud, I like the busy city. There's not much to do here, and I am technically trapped." Carrie pointed out. She didn't have to like it. It wasn't like she chose this. No, Jackson decided the only way he'd be able to keep her for his use, was the kidnap her and trap her in his home. "In what world does that make sense?" Carrie pointed out. "I'm not spending all of my waking time with you like a damn trapped slave. I prefer freedom as opposed to whatever this is. Your version of love involves forcing me to be by your side at all times." Carrie pointed out coldly.

It wasn't in Carrie's nature to want to be around a guy all the time, even if they were dating. It was why she never planned on moving in with anyone or marrying. There was no way she wouldn't get very annoyed by some guys constant presence. She liked her independence, besides, it wasn't like she actually liked Jackson or enjoyed his company. He was just a creep to her, and Carrie was going to escape somehow. If not, she would probably kill herself, because Jackson was way too much to handle and she knew he would drive her to either stabbing herself or him.

"No." Carrie finally said, feeling frustrated that Jackson was really going to make her stay by his side until she died. Carrie was going to go insane being around Jackson 24/7. Even if she did have feelings for him, she didn't like being around her boyfriends all the damn time. In truth, Carrie wasn't really the type to be clingy and near her boyfriend all the time. It turned her off, hence why her relationships were casual. Jackson had always seemed like he was a creep, and that he would cling to her if they dated. Carrie still wanted no part of it, but Jackson had kidnapped her.

Jackson watched her carefully as she spoke. Letting her get her time to be angry. He walked over to her carefully and placed his hands on her shoulder. "Carrie." He leaned closer to her. "We will stay here on the Island House until you want to go to one of the city properties. I want you to see what I mean. How I feel for you. If you do and I know you aren't going to leave me at the first chance. Then we will go to any city in all the world. You ask and you can receive."

He had money to spend and wanted to spend it all for her. He looked at her carefully. "When I know you see what I see when you feel as I feel." He said taking her hand and placing it on his heart. "Then I want to ask you to marry you one day. I want us to grow old together and all the things that come with it. The moment I saw you, Carrie, I knew."

His heart was pounding at it all. "Try this. For me? If you hate being with me so much then in a year you can go. Forget about me and take whatever you want with you. Will you? Don't fight this, just let this time consume us, then if you despise it all, go and leave me to forever be alone, because there will be no one else in my life that I am destined to be with other than you."

Carrie was beyond frustrated with Jackson. He was asking way too much, but he wasn't even giving her much of a choice. No, he did this to her with absolutely no regard for her desires for freedom in any relationship. She was literally a prisoner for Jackson, stuck on this damn island with no hopes of escape unless she could get him to take her back into the city. Jackson was kind of pissing her off even more right now as he explained his plan, which to him, obviously meant she was going to be by his side until the day she died. It was going to kill Carrie. She wouldn't like to spend her life by some guy's side even if she did love him. She needed space and her own freedom to do as she pleased. Jackson was literally going to drive her to the point where she would probably wind up stabbing him or herself to escape this prison. The worst part was that Jackson didn't even seem to realize that she needed freedom. Even if she truly did love Jackson, Carrie would never survive a relationship where they were together at all times. It just wasn't her style.

"What is your problem?" Carrie couldn't help but question. "Seeing as you've been obsessed to the point of stalking me, you know I can't spend every day and every second with any guy. I'm very independent, and people drive me crazy if I have to be by their side all the time. Why would you think you're somehow special? That I would love being by your side at all times?" Carrie pointed out coldly. It was very obvious that Carrie was already miserable that she had no way to get away from him. It wasn't like Jackson was going to let her have her friends to spend time with, or a job to get out of this damn house and get away from him, even for an 8 hour shift.

Carrie had to laugh at Jackson's offer. As if he was giving her any type of choice at all! "It's not like you're giving me a choice. I didn't get the chance to choose to be here, and now you're asking me to try for an entire year as if it was my decision to date you or be kidnapped, stolen from my life because you decided you were going to have me even if I hate it." Carrie pointed out coldly. "I don't want to!" Carrie nearly yelled. "Why can't you see that what you've done to me is beyond wrong?" Carrie said coldly. "I could never love a man who's literally forcing me into it. A damn prisoner who's forced to sleep with you and pretend I like it."

Jackson looked at her and listened to her ramble and fumigate with her anger. Part of him knew what he did was wrong but he was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it. Carrie was the first person to reject him and not even give him a chance. He'd have understood if she had even tried and didn't like him but she wasn't even trying.

As she spoke of her lies and deceit he walked closer to her before reaching out and placing his hands firmly on her shoulder, backing her against the wall. "You won't even try this." He said the anger seething through him but he didn't plan to hurt her yet. He leaned close to her and leaned his lips near her ear, " You are here, and your life is here now. At this time everyone thinks you have gone on a trip to an island with no cell service. I can have you go missing with a snap of my fingers." He said fearfully snapping his fingers in front of her.

"I can make you be dead to the world as well. I can and will kill anyone else if you want too. I try and try to play nice but you, are being a very difficult girl. Now you are going to eat something, you will go outside for a walk with me. Or you can go and be locked in that room again, either way you are going to try. Stop denying and try, damn it." He said as he pounded his fist against the wall.

"Do I make myself clear?"

Shit. That was the only thing Carrie could think at the moment. She had gotten so enraged that she'd told Jackson it was all a lie. But man, he was frustrating. He was impossible, and she really didn't like him. Carrie's expression changed from rage to fear as Jackson backed her into a wall and held her there with his body. "I will not try. All you're going to get from me is pure hate for an entire year. You don't just deserve a chance because you're fucking trying to force me to give you one." Carrie pointed out coldly.

"By all means, go ahead. Because if I can't escape and I can't kill you, I WILL kill myself to get away from you. I'd rather die than be yours." Carrie said coldly. It was funny that Jackson thought he could stop her, but it wasn't like Jackson could watch her every single moment of every day. He had to sleep eventually, and she would find a way to kill herself. It definitely felt like a idea better than the alternative, being forced to try to see Jackson as anything other than her asshole kidnapper.

Carrie no longer cared for Jackson, especially as he slammed his fist into the wall next to her head. He seemed violent and insane! "Then lock me in the room again. I'm never going to give you a chance, forget trying. It's not like you are even a nice guy. You have nothing that can redeem you that would make me want to give you a shot. You're just a rich asshole who takes what he wants even when you're clearly not someone's type." Carrie pointed out coldly. She knew that being locked in that room would make for a horrible time, but it wasn't like Jackson was going to let her go. The room was plain and cold, with very little in the way of blankets. But Carrie would rather be stuck in the room, losing her mind in captivity.


A man of wealth and power, accustomed to getting what he wants without question. His physical appearance matches his status, well-groomed and dressed in expensive clothing that reflects his affluence. He is traditionally attractive, which adds to his sense of entitlement. However, underneath the polished exterior lies a deeply possessive and controlling personality. His obsession with Carrie reveals a disturbing lack of empathy and respect for others' autonomy. Despite these negative traits, he can be charming when it suits him, using sweet words and promises as tools to manipulate those around him.

Shit. That was the only thing Carrie could think at the moment. She had gotten so enraged that she'd told Jackson it was all a lie. But man, he was frustrating. He was impossible, and she really didn't like him. Carrie's expression changed from rage to fear as Jackson backed her into a wall and held her there with his body. "I will not try. All you're going to get from me is pure hate for an entire year. You don't just deserve a chance because you're fucking trying to force me to give you one." Carrie pointed out coldly.

"By all means, go ahead. Because if I can't escape and I can't kill you, I WILL kill myself to get away from you. I'd rather die than be yours." Carrie said coldly. It was funny that Jackson thought he could stop her, but it wasn't like Jackson could watch her every single moment of every day. He had to sleep eventually, and she would find a way to kill herself. It definitely felt like a idea better than the alternative, being forced to try to see Jackson as anything other than her asshole kidnapper.

Carrie no longer cared for Jackson, especially as he slammed his fist into the wall next to her head. He seemed violent and insane! "Then lock me in the room again. I'm never going to give you a chance, forget trying. It's not like you are even a nice guy. You have nothing that can redeem you that would make me want to give you a shot. You're just a rich asshole who takes what he wants even when you're clearly not someone's type." Carrie pointed out coldly. She knew that being locked in that room would make for a horrible time, but it wasn't like Jackson was going to let her go. The room was plain and cold, with very little in the way of blankets. But Carrie would rather be stuck in the room, losing her mind in captivity.

Jackson watched her, his breath hot and heavy as it came through his nostrils. He was trying to stay calm as best as he could but he was angry with her. She never tried, she never looked his way or gave him a chance. With a few emails and even phone calls never did she try, so he had to do ti the hard way and kidnap her. The way she spoke to him hurt him but he wasn't going to let her see that.

"If I have to, I will tie you up and prevent you from escaping. I do have a latex suit that will keep you nice and toasty. I just wanted you to try, you won't even try one time with me. You won't try to be friendly, I am not asking for a miracle, but you are making it to be one. My methods might be not the most normal way, but YOU didn't even try back when I was just a simple call on your phone."

He looked at her as he held on to her shoulders and arms. "I want you, there is no surprise there. But you don't try so tell me how I am to work with you? Will everything I do be by force?"


An attractive 23 years old woman, given that she and Daniela were the center of attention at a beach party. She's caring and protective of Daniela, trying to comfort her in their dire situation. Her dominant personality shines through in her banter with Daniela, suggesting she is more assertive or confident. Despite the tense circumstances, she maintains a sense of humor, indicating resilience and strength. She also shows fear and concern for their safety, revealing a sensitive side. Overall, Isla is an appealing, dominant yet compassionate individual who deeply cares for Daniela.

Lots of green foliage and there was what seemed to be a party going on. It was easy for them to start dancing with the people and get hooked up with the music. But their drinks had been spiked, it was her last resort guess when she started to get dizzy. "What's going..." Isla passed out.

Now she was tied up, pressed against her best friend. Thankfully they weren't gagged, staring at her she called out to her. "Wake up, are you okay?" She said trying to push herself against her, closer.

Daniela had found herself plunged into the deepest slumber she had ever experienced. She and her best friend, now lover, Isla, had wandered to a remote beach on the southern end of Tahiti. They had been enjoying a night of festivities where they witnessed an aurora bursting above them in the heavens while they dance, sang, and drank copiously upon the whitest of sands. They had received many drinks that night from strangers and newfound friends. It was the norm for two beautiful girls who were half naked in hardly modest bikinis. Little did they know that swirling spell of narcotics would claim them as victim and they would be whisked off to a place they knew not where.

"Hmm?" Daniela sounded in a groggy manner as she struggled to open her eyes. Even when she did, all she could make out was a blur of color and light. "Where are... what happened?" She groaned again, but this time a bit of trepidation set into her when she moved to trip to rub Her face only to find it bound behind her back. "Wh-what's going on, Isla?" She asked in a raspy tone of voice as she tried to blink her eyes into clarity.

She looked at her sweet friend and wanted to hug her, hold her close to caress her fears. Since alas, Isla didn't know either what had happened to them. She shook her head the little bit she could. "I don't know. They tied us together, we can't try to get out unless we tried." She looked around her slowly as far as her head could bend.

"Last I remember was the beach and the dancing, and you and how gorgeous you looked." She watched quietly through the place, taking in all the sights. But not much could be said for where they were. They were in a pitch-black room. She assumed they were close to the outdoors since she could hear the constant pitter-patter of the rain. "Are you hurt, Daniela?"

"Who is 'they'?" Daniela asked as tried her best to quell her own anxiety. She didn't have the slightest clue as to who was responsible for this predicament which only made the prospect of such a precarious situation all the more terrifying.

There was a gentle calmness that washed over her at the sound of Isla's tender words. They made her feel safe and reminded her that no matter what fate awaited them, Isla was with her. Daniela turned back and leaned her head up against her Lover's. "My wrists kinda hurt..." she admitted due to the rope burn. "But I'm okay... what about you, love?" She asked softly as her concerns now became completely about Isla.

"I have no idea. I just know we are tied together. Not exactly how I planned to spend our trip together. Though I did think one of us would be tied up." Isla said with a nervous chuckle, trying to keep things calm, but unfortunately, it wasn't happening like that.

When the girl mentioned the ache in her wrists she nuzzled her face closer as quickly as she could. "The strain in my shoulders ache. I m sure they will come eventually. I am just so glad you are okay. I saw you not moving and your breathing was so low, it scared me. I really don't want anything bad to happen to you. I'm so sorry." She stated out of complete fear of her woman.

The sweet girl in front of her, and she brought her here.

Daniela giggled at Isla's remark. No matter how the moment, Isla could always infuse a bit of levity with a crude, sultry joke. If anything, the little joke had offered a slight pause of refrain for Daniela's nerves not to tear into overdrive. "You're right. At least one of us should've been able to enjoy this setup," she tried to tease back in a tone of voice that rang with a nervous timbre.

Daniela closed her eyes when she felt the nuzzling touch of Isla's cheekbone. "Don't worry, baby. I'm fine," she whispered as she wiggled her hand back so she could interlace her fingers with Isla. "Now, I'm fine," she spoke with a bit more reassurance. Isla was Daniela's rock. So long as she had her, she would try and convince herself that everything would be okay.

Isla loved her giggle and laughter, it was enough to make her wet. "Oh, sweet girl. I'm gonna get you for that when this is all over." She was much more dominant than Daniela but she would always try to make her happy and play things the way she wanted. When the woman felt the soft way she wiggled to try to get her fingers interlaced, she smiled.

"I know you're fine. It just had me worried." She stared at her quietly before relaxing. She heard the rain continue but the heavy noise of boots heading their way seemed to worry her more. "Just do whatever they want. Don't let yourself get killed over it, please. I don't want to lose you."

The idea that they had been sex trafficked crossed her mind, along with the fact that this was some stupid joke, but the first was much more plausible.

"Is that threat or a reward?" She muttered in a sultry tone as she turned over and hit the corner of her lips. The things she would do with her lover if she hadn't been bound were unspeakable. Isla had an uncanny way of turning Daniela on a drop of a hat. Her little comments coupled with the denied ability to act on such fervent emotions made hard for the both of them. Feeling Isla return her touch, Daniela gently ran her thumb over her knuckles in a lover's caress.

"But I'm always obedient," she giggled softly before nodding her head with more severity. This was a dangerous situation and being submissive to the commands of their perceived captors seemed the best strategy for staying alive. "I won't make a fuss... I promise," she whispered softly. "Do you think they'll be coming for us soon?"

Isla looked at her friend and smirked. "It can be both." She said with a glance, noticing how the girl would mutter, and was acting overly sultry making her get turned on just like a match lighting a candle. She stared quietly when she spoke of being obedient. "You can be." She teased, knowing the girl was all switch in her, able to be submissive and be dominant and lead the way. She just didn't want to lose her.

So when the girl said she wouldn't make a fuss she smiled softly. "Yes, I think they will. I hear footsteps. We are in a dark place but I can tell we are close to some open space. I heard the rain and now the footsteps, I am sure its any minute. I just don't want anything happening to you."

Suddenly a door burst open a light turning on, letting her blink rapidly. "Fuckers are ready I see. Men, load them up, you can bring them to the house, we will get them ready for tonight's meal." At fear she wondered if they would be eaten by them. But as two strong men lifted them, they were tied together so thankfully she just had to look at her. She didn't dare say anything in fear she'd upset them.


A beautiful 23 years old woman, able to attract attention in her bikini at a beach party. She's playful and has a sultry side, as shown by her teasing remarks and banter with Isla. Despite being caught in a terrifying situation, she shows resilience and strength, trying to maintain calmness and even managing to giggle. However, she also reveals her vulnerability when admitting fear. Her submissiveness suggested by the conversation show that she is reserved or passive in nature. Overall, Daniela is an attractive, playful yet vulnerable individual who values her relationship with Isla deeply.

Isla looked at her friend and smirked. "It can be both." She said with a glance, noticing how the girl would mutter, and was acting overly sultry making her get turned on just like a match lighting a candle. She stared quietly when she spoke of being obedient. "You can be." She teased, knowing the girl was all switch in her, able to be submissive and be dominant and lead the way. She just didn't want to lose her.

So when the girl said she wouldn't make a fuss she smiled softly. "Yes, I think they will. I hear footsteps. We are in a dark place but I can tell we are close to some open space. I heard the rain and now the footsteps, I am sure its any minute. I just don't want anything happening to you."

Suddenly a door burst open a light turning on, letting her blink rapidly. "Fuckers are ready I see. Men, load them up, you can bring them to the house, we will get them ready for tonight's meal." At fear she wondered if they would be eaten by them. But as two strong men lifted them, they were tied together so thankfully she just had to look at her. She didn't dare say anything in fear she'd upset them.

"On my good days," Daniela conceded in regards to her submissiveness. No day was ever the same. Perhaps that was why Daniela was so devoutly in love with Isla. Ever day was a new adventure; though it seemed last nights had drew forth unholy repercussions. "I don't want want anything to happen to happen to you either," Daniela called out in a shaky tone as she swallowed a knot in her throat. She squeezed Isla's hand tighter as to reassure them both that whatever awaited them, they would have this. This unbreakable bond forged by blissful love.

"Tonight's meal?" She whimpered in a whispering tone to Isla after hearing the disgruntled tone of the men who had barged into then holding facility that they were being held in. "I'm scared," she shuddered as her eyes flickered around, trying to make out the dark and shady figures that wandered about the dimly lit area.


An angelic figure with wings and a celestial beauty. She possesses blue eyes and a tan complexion due to flying under the sun. Her body has wide hips, lean strong legs, and shoulders capable of bearing her wings. She has full C-cup breasts and a small waist. Personality-wise, Amira is submissive yet assertive when necessary. She shows signs of fear but also displays courage in expressing her concerns to the King. Despite being held captive, she seems to have developed genuine affection for Bolstrom.

In the beginning, when she'd been brought here, Amira would have feared the king would go for her wings. So in those early days, she'd fought and railed and screamed at anyone who came near. But somehow, somewhere in that time, this king had charmed her. And now, she couldn't imagine fighting against him anymore. "I was wondering if you might... let me outside to fly? I need to stretch my wings, make sure they're still functioning as they should."

She knew she was his pet, as well as his lover, but she hoped he wouldn't keep her completely caged up. "I know my place is beneath you, but I'm used to much more freedom. I miss it, parts of my life before you found me."

Bolstrom welcomed her by his side, his smile now apparent but still subtle as He watched her shift closer to his side. He heard her request and gave a slightly larger smile to her. "Of course. This can be arranged. No need to explain yourself to me. I understand the need to stretch one's legs, or wings in this case. After our bath we can take to the tower and you may fly to your hearts content." He promised her with a nod and an affirming gleam in his eyes.

Peering back to the clear water around them, the heat not daring to chill by any means. "Having you by my side has been... the greatest honor I could ever dream to host. I do hope We will have a long relationship between the pair of us. You've down more for me then what my..."dear" wife has done, that's for certain." He told her, just before he lifted her by hand, slipped her over his lap, and had her sit, now with her cute butt propped nicely on his lap, subject to his increased infatuation.

"I know. But I want our good relationship to stay that way. I don't want you to feel how you do about your wife, to feel like that about me. I truly want to be with you and love you the way you deserve." And hearing him express how Amira made him feel by just being beside him, made her smile. It lit up her face, made her blue eyes twinkle, and she felt oddly safe to share what was troubling her. But before that, she was caught off guard by him picking her up and settling her in his lap.

Undressed and no longer hidden by the water, her full c cup breasts were on display. Soft skin, smooth as a baby's bottom, pleasantly tan from days flying under the sun. While her waist was small, her hips were wide, her legs lean but strong, just like her shoulders to bear the might of her wings. But as her surprise wore off, her features turned serious and she sighed.

"Some nights I can't sleep. Sitting on the balcony helps, but lately I've woken up, sweating. Tears in my eyes, heart racing from terrible nightmares." Just talking about it, brought it back to the surface but she tried to block it out. "I've never been afraid before. But your wife... she scares me master. I'm afraid if given the chance, she'd love to torture me, to take my wings from me." Falling quiet, she sighed again and tucked her head under his chin. "I'm just scared."

Holding her in his lap, Her chest now exposed and facing him, Bolstrom kept his smile, watching her expressions and her wonderful globes as they just seemed to be perfect in complexion. Then, as she began to speak, His attention turned to her eyes, curiosity turning to concern as she spoke of Nightmares.

"She frightens you? Has she ever spoke of taking your wings? She hasn't made a remark about such, correct?" He inquired, his hands on her wide hips pulling her in closer like He needed to be closer to her to secure her safety.

"I will speak with the Queen. She mustn't give you such frights. If she is jealous of our relationship, she should have been more discreet prior. But, do not freet little one... I will keep you safe. I promise." He told her, just before his hand came up, rubbed her cheek, then took her jawline into the crook of his thumb and index. "Amira... you are safe with me... now kiss me please."

"She doesn't have to say a word. I can see it in her eyes. Every time were together and she's nearby, I can feel it. I'm not just your pet anymore, I'm your lover as well. Which makes me a threat to her position." The way he pulled her closer did make Amira feel safe, but hearing he'd talk with the queen, all color seemed to drain from her face. "No, you can't talk to her about this. Please don't."

If the queen had even a slight inclination of her fears, Amira knew she'd never have any sort of peace against the demon queen. Still staring at the king, "I know you'll keep me safe. But what if your not here? Or you have to attend something out of the castle? Anyone could hurt me, not just the queen." What made her even more scared, was the possibility of being used against him. But that was a worry for another day, especially when he took her chin, asking her to kiss him.

She was all to happy to kiss him. Which in turn had her breasts against his chest, there warm, softness against his skin. He'd be able to feel the rhythmic beating of her heart, increasing it's pace the longer she kissed him.

Bolstrom kissed her till He had to break away for breath, He gently licked the very edge of her lip before He leaned back, but not enough to lose the soft touch of her breasts. "Amira, if you wish, I will appoint you to go with me on my leaves from the castle, I will make sure You stay safe with every ounce of my being. As for the Queen, I won't reference your concern, but I'll have a conversation with her, one that hopefully can steer her away from You. Trust me my love."

As he made her a promise, His hands dipped below the water to hold onto her hips, pulling her just tight enough for her to feel a stiff appendage now rubbing against her thigh. "You'll be safe with Me. Promise."

"I do trust you." Amira replied, after catching her breath from his kiss. They always left her feeling extra warm inside. "The only way to keep her from me or to even ignore me... you'd have to be rougher on me while out of this room. Make her think she still has your ear, that she can still influence you over me." As he pulled her closer, her eyes seemed to darken a little when feeling his hard length rub against her thigh. "You always keep your promises to me." Lowering a hand down, into the water between them, Amira brushed her fingers against him, gently teasing. "My king hungers for his angel... well I'm right here." Moving even closer, she brushed her sex against him, to tease him even further before kissing him again.

"I can't be rough on you... Amira, anything but that. Just let me try my method... I'd spare me having to scold you." Bolstrom told her, clearly turned away by the idea even raising his voice near her. She was quite literally his Angel, He couldn't bring himself to doing anything besides cherishing her.

As she noticed his erection, She seemed to grab him and slowly run herself over his lap. "Afflictiona... afflictions of your perfect little body... I can't even have a conversation with you before I... I swell with need for you. Only you can silence this need for flesh inside me, Amira."

Amira's other hand went to his face, before her fingers moved to gently silence him. "Nothing physical, you just have to be more firm. You forget that I'm not your average angel. And I've survived worse." Lowering her hand, the other hand that was teasing him, guided him to just her entrance before sge spoke again. "Then take me, let me please my master, my lover. Always being good to me even as I'm supposed to be your enemy." The hand that had covered his lips, moved to rest on his shoulder, before her other hand let him go and came up to rest on his left shoulder.


A king, implying he carries an air of authority and dominance. His interactions suggest a gentle, caring nature, especially towards Amira. He's protective and considerate of her feelings and fears. Physically, while his specific features aren't described in the text, it can be inferred that he's strong enough to lift Amira onto his lap with ease. Given his status as king and the intimate scene in the bath, it's likely that he has an appealing physique.

Amira's other hand went to his face, before her fingers moved to gently silence him. "Nothing physical, you just have to be more firm. You forget that I'm not your average angel. And I've survived worse." Lowering her hand, the other hand that was teasing him, guided him to just her entrance before sge spoke again. "Then take me, let me please my master, my lover. Always being good to me even as I'm supposed to be your enemy." The hand that had covered his lips, moved to rest on his shoulder, before her other hand let him go and came up to rest on his left shoulder.

Watching her as she seemed so firm in the face of possible physical discipline, Bolstrom gave a sift sigh, not liking how she simply assumed that the Queen wouldn't be reasoned with. It was more then likely true, but Pride was something that was displayed brilliantly with the King, biting his tongue was a gimmick He couldn't pull with just anyone, only Amira.

As she guided him up to entrance, The King took her by the hips, pulled her down onto his shaft, and began to pull. Once he pulled her down to his lap, He kissed her lips slowly, took hold of her by the butt, and began to thrust up inside her.


An attractive curvy woman with a well-proportioned body. Her physical allure is used to manipulate her husband. Personality-wise, she is cruel, dominant, and manipulative. She takes pleasure in tormenting her husband sexually and emotionally while pursuing complete control over him. Emma's actions demonstrate that she has no qualms about using any means necessary to achieve her goals.

"Ohh I will honey, I just need you to agree to sign this" Emma said, showing him a contract paper. "It just says that from this point onwards, everything in your life, whatever you earned, will earn or own is mine. Even the clothes on your body belong to me. I control your life, including your body and your cock." she said waving the form in front of his eyes. "You just need to say yes for me to untie your hands and allow you to sign the contract" she said knowing he wouldn't do that easily. She placed the form on the side and knelt down between his legs, kissing his cock. She began to massage his cock and balls, licking his cock and ass, letting her tongue run along the length, teasing him. She continued to rub his cock and jerk him, till he was an inch from his orgasm, before she stopped all touch, watching his hard pole sway in air, looking for friction before it began to wither down. "I am going to continue teasing you till you don't agree to it" she said simply before she started again.

James's eyes went wide as she waved a legal paper in front of him. And when she declared what it was and what she wanted him to do, he felt a shiver pass through his body with fear. "What? W-what do you mean?" He asked. But she then didn't respond with words. Instead, she went down between his legs and showed how talented her tongue was. A girl who claimed to be a virgin, was a pro when it came to using her tongue. Within 10 seconds, he was hard like a rock, and she proved to be a dirty slut who licked his cock and his ass hole to bring him on edge within 30 seconds.

And then she stopped, ensuring he didn't cum. And as she said about continuing till he doesn't agree to sign, he was scared. "W-what? P-please. D-don't do this." he moaned and sighed when she brought him to edge once again before denying it. "Nooooo. P-please. W-what are you doing? L-let me go. P-please." He cried while he was on the edge once again as she stopped, another time. The game had gone on, and within 15 minutes, he was on the edge 5 times, and denied every time. All he could leak out was pre-cum that she licked all.

Emma grinned as she paused, letting him think. She then went out of the room, and returned with a tiny butt plug, and some candles. She licked the butt plug, sensually, letting it sit deep in her mouth, before licking it and rubbing it against his asshole. "This will hurt a little baby, but I promise you, you will then feel wonderful" she said as she began to push it slowly and surely, letting the tiny end push it followed by the bulging base till it rested against his ass. Once it was in, she pressed a button to start it vibrating, rubbing his prostate continuously to make his cock swirl even more. It would apply continuous pressure on his prostate, but not enough to let him cum.

James was horrified that such a lovely and beautiful woman could be so vicious and cruel. He couldn't believe it, but his disbelief and protests and whimpering and begging didn't stop her from doing what she wanted. She had a fortune to claim, a guy to enslave and rule, and have fun while doing so. When she returned, as he saw she had some candles and a butt-plug in her hand. He could recognize it as he had seen it in a couple of pics online. But he really had no idea that someone could be using it. And here, his 'lovely' wife was planning to use on him.

He looked at her wide eyed as she licked the plug to lube it. And as she started pushing it, he cried and begged more. "P-please dear. D-don't do this. w-what are you doing? W-we are married. Y-you cannot do this." Tears formed in his eyes while the bondage kept his movements to wiggling only which was no bother for her. It hurt him. Nothing had ever gone into his ass and the debut was with a butt-plug. It was difficult in beginning, and he was crying with pain, but soon, as the big part went inside, the smaller part near base went easily as his wife claimed his ass.

But that was not over. He could see cruel smile on her face as she took her phone and showed him as she pressed a button there and his ass sprang to life when the plug started vibrating. He jumped on bed but could do nothing as he was bound, but the vibration didn't stop and they gave funny feelings in his ass. His cock was rock hard and remained like that while he was once again on the edge without Emma touching him. He couldn't believe what was happening. He had never seen or thought something like this could happen. He felt like cumming, but he simply couldn't. He cried, begged and cried more and then begged more and did both of them together. but nothing worked except the plug which worked on breaking him from inside.

As he would fight with his bonds, Emma began to undress, doing a sexy strip tease, showing off her ass and tits and clean shaved pussy, making sure he saw every inch of her naked body for the first time. Once she was naked, "Oh darling, you can't imagine how horny I am right now. How I wish I could let you see me cum" she said running a finger across her cunt.

"Oh wait, I got an idea" she said as she walked out and returned with a 4 inch vibrator. She climbed on top of him, her pussy on his face, a couple of inches out of his reach as she began to rub her pussy lips. She then slowly began to rub the tip of the vibrator against her clit before pushing it inside, making sure he got to see every inch of it disappear into her pussy as she began to masturbate. She would rub her tongue along his cock, teasing him more and more as she began to masturbate on his face, and soon began to spray her juices on his face.

The vibrating butt-plug did its job, and the job desired by Emma as it kept poor James on the edge that Emma had brought him to. With the task automated, Emma was free to have fun herself all while tormenting him more just like he deserved. He struggled to get free and failed while she did a strip-tease for him, right next to his naked and bound body as he saw how curvy and meaty-at-right-places she was. His cock was saluting her and remained hard just like she wanted. Her big yet firm tits kept on haunting his mind even when he closed his eyes due to torment.

But she was not done yet. Rather, she had not even started yet. James kept moaning and whimpering while she was back with another toy, out of countless toys she already owned or planning to own. A 69 position, with just a couple of inches distance between the pussy he desperately wanted and the face of the guy she owned. He could see the first penetration of his wife that he thought was a virgin, as she pushed the vibrator inside and the pussy swallowed it.

Soon, within seconds, the horny wife was leaking drops of juices that landed on his face while he remained on edge. And to make matters worse, she toyed with his cock using her tongue as the cock twitched and begged for relief that would not come. "P-please. D-don't do this. P-please. L-let me be free. W-what do you want?" He begged and cried, but all he got in response was a big spray, covering his face and hairs as his wife had her first of many orgasms post marriage while he was denied. "Mmmm... aaah... " he felt dirty and degraded but nothing worked for him as he squirmed.

Emma wanted him to beg some more and so had her orgasm on his face while he kept begging for her intentions. Once she was done, she went and put on a robe, just enough to tease him, while covering the major parts of her assets. "What I want is to own everything. Everything with your name on it becomes mine. Right down to the clothes you are wearing. And not just today, in future as well. You will be working, and everything you earn will be mine. You are nothing but a pathetic slave of mine, financially and physically. I will own your body as well, and am free to do as I wish with it, not caring about your pleasure or well being. I have the papers ready, and once you sign, I will let you have the one orgasm as a reward for being a good pet" she said, showing him the paper and also patting his head, treating him like a good doggy.


A physically attractive man since Emma chose him as her target. He is submissive and vulnerable in the face of Emma's manipulations. His personality is characterized by fear, desperation, and confusion throughout the story as he struggles to understand his wife's intentions and actions. Despite his pleas for mercy and attempts to reason with her, he remains under her control, suggesting that he may lack assertiveness or the ability to resist her advances.

The vibrating butt-plug did its job, and the job desired by Emma as it kept poor James on the edge that Emma had brought him to. With the task automated, Emma was free to have fun herself all while tormenting him more just like he deserved. He struggled to get free and failed while she did a strip-tease for him, right next to his naked and bound body as he saw how curvy and meaty-at-right-places she was. His cock was saluting her and remained hard just like she wanted. Her big yet firm tits kept on haunting his mind even when he closed his eyes due to torment.

But she was not done yet. Rather, she had not even started yet. James kept moaning and whimpering while she was back with another toy, out of countless toys she already owned or planning to own. A 69 position, with just a couple of inches distance between the pussy he desperately wanted and the face of the guy she owned. He could see the first penetration of his wife that he thought was a virgin, as she pushed the vibrator inside and the pussy swallowed it.

Soon, within seconds, the horny wife was leaking drops of juices that landed on his face while he remained on edge. And to make matters worse, she toyed with his cock using her tongue as the cock twitched and begged for relief that would not come. "P-please. D-don't do this. P-please. L-let me be free. W-what do you want?" He begged and cried, but all he got in response was a big spray, covering his face and hairs as his wife had her first of many orgasms post marriage while he was denied. "Mmmm... aaah... " he felt dirty and degraded but nothing worked for him as he squirmed.


A sadistic and manipulative doctor who takes pleasure in inflicting pain and discomfort onto his captive. He carries an air of authority, further accentuated by his role as a doctor. His demeanor oscillates between affectionate and wildly lustful, suggesting a complex personality with sadistic tendencies. He enjoys control and derives pleasure from the discomfort and fear of others. Despite his cruel actions, he maintains a charismatic charm that masks his true intentions. His physical description suggests he's well-endowed, with a 10-inch cock, and takes pride in his sexual prowess.

The doctor pulled away his hand briefly from the young man's crotch to pull out his scalpel, and with a delicate and calculated precision he tore the medical gown straight down the middle of his front to expose the soft, young body that lay beneath the thin fabric. He put his scalpel back into his lab coat pocket before moving that hand down again to deftly, forcefully resume his pleasuring of the young man's length. His patient's cute expressions and whimpers only heightened his enjoyment, as any sympathy he was capable of feeling was not wasted on feeling bad for this poor boy. Adrian was going to love every minute of torture he inflicted.

"I'm going to enjoy showing you the pleasures you've been missing out on, Azriel." His words were laced with an odd mix of affection and unbridled animalistic lust, as he teasingly bit down into the musculature of the young man's neck before leaning across to instead kiss the subject on the lips.

Azriel froze as the scalpel was taken out, honestly worried he'd be cut. Instead, his clothing was torn, exposing his body to the man; he was tense for a moment, intimidated by how close the blade was to touching his skin, before attempting to relax again when it was put back in the pocket. That didn't last long, though, as the hand went back to pushing the boundaries of his pleasure, causing a shocked moan to leak from his lips as the pause had been long enough to break his tolerance toward the touch.

All he could give in response to the comment was a whimper, wanting badly to stop him from whatever he was planning yet too scared of being hurt to do so. "Ah-" he gave a yelp at the bite, a bit surprised by it. As the kiss came, he tried to wiggle away from the action by turning his head. Out of everything the doctor had done, somehow a kiss felt like the largest breach of boundaries. "S-stop..."

"Shut up." The doctor replied curtly before kissing him deeper on the lips, as his touching of the younger man's cock became more fevered and insistent. After a few moments of this the doctor abruptly stopped to pull Azriel out of his lap, and he stood up before taking off his shoes, unbuttoning his trousers, and sliding them off to reveal the ten inches of hard length between his legs. He turned and stood over Azriel with that same lust in his eyes before moving atop him with his length grinding against Azriel's own hard length and his hands firmly gripping the young man's thighs.

"You really are quite beautiful, Azriel. Guys like you don't usually get my pants off until the at least the third date." Adrian smiled humorously before leaning in to kiss his prisoner's neck, as he ground his comparatively large cock hard against Azriel's length.

Azriel let out a whine at the command and kiss, though otherwise obeyed him. It only took a few moments of the insistent touching for some precum to leak from his tip, and for a moment he was glad to have the man pull away; that was, at least, until he noticed him begin to strip. He wasn't dumb—he knew how men had sex, and he was far from ready for such a thing, especially in this situation.

The doctor's size only further terrified him and he tried to push himself away with his legs, only causing himself to be backed into the corner. In the end, all he could do was squirm as his captor topped him, giving a whimper at the grinding. His mind was going crazy with panic and confusion as his body kept reacting in ways he didn't want. Azriel's face scrunched in disgust at the joke, weakly pushing against the man's chest as his neck was kissed, though truthfully it looked more like clinging.

Doctor Adrian's left hand kept the young man's thigh more firmly in place, as his right hand moved to tease more precum out of the tip onto his index and middle fingers before circling the young man's virgin entry with those two fingers lubed up to assist in what was soon to come. Adrian's right hand moved then to cradle the back of Azriel's neck and tilt his head to look up, as he leaned back to look down upon the prisoner. Adrian looked down into the younger man's expression with that same warm smile on his lips, savoring the moment, as he lined up his hips before slowly but surely sliding his length inside of the young man.

Adrian gasped aloud at the sensation, but he never took his eyes off of Azriel's face for even an instant as he pushed his length deep within the other man. His left hand moved to cup and massage Azriel's cock and balls, as he began to slowly build a steady rhythm inside of his test subject.

"You are being such a good boy for me, Azriel. I like that." The doctor grinned wickedly and bit his bottom lip, as he could feel the younger man squeeze around his length with every push he made. Under the influence of the drugs it felt absolutely fantastic.

Azriel trembled as the precum was taken and applied to his ass, trying to squirm away from it though the hand on his thigh prevented that. All he could do was pout as he was forced to look at his captor. A sharp inhale came as he began pushing in, followed quickly by a groan and squeezing his eyes shut.

The captive soon began writhing as he was stimulated by both sides, tortured by both unbearable pain and electrifying pleasure as the drug's effects seemed to reach its peak. Small whines bordering on moans squeaked out with each thrust. All he could do in response to the comment was shake his head desperately; the last thing he wanted was to be a good boy for the man. As minutes passed, his squirming increased from the pleasure driving him crazy, and much sooner than he'd like to admit, he came.

Adrian felt himself go crazy with the pleasurable feeling of this young man's tight body wrapping and squeezing around his cock with each thrust, feeling a pleasant buzz building in his head, as he remorselessly pounded deep within the younger man's previously-virgin body. Knowing that he was taking this man's first experience and seeing those expressions of reluctant pleasure crossing his captive's face made him smile all-the-wider. When Azriel came, his seed jetting up and staining his dress-shirt, Adrian was almost irritated with the boy's premature climax. He wasn't finished yet, and if this young man thought he was going to stop for his sake he was sorely mistaken.

"You are so easy to please, Azriel. I hope you won't mind me taking my time with you." He growled in a low tone with that maniacal smile, as his hands wrapped around Azriel's throat and put pressure there to begin choking him while his pounding of the boy's ass grew in ferocity and speed with each thrust. After a minute-and-a-half of ceaseless pounding, breathing heavy all the while, as the pressure he put on Azriel's throat shifted occasionally to let him breathe for a few seconds before squeezing tight again; he finally felt himself growing to a crescendo of pleasure. With a few violently savage thrusts he plowed the entirety of his length to the hilt within the younger man, as he shot thick jets of cum deep inside him with a loud, growling moan that arose from his lips.

His grip on Azriel's throat relaxed before he leaned in and gave the young captive a deep, warm kiss on the lips before pulling away to speak as he looked Azriel in the eyes, "That was wonderful, darling. You did absolutely fantastic—that was fun for a first time, wasn't it?" His smile was a small, devious smirk of sadistic pleasure as he looked down to the young man—his mind conjuring up ways to best use his captive in the future.


A young man with an attractive, soft physique. His expressions are often cute and innocent, which only heighten his appeal. He is submissive by nature, frequently showing signs of fear and reluctance, yet he possesses a certain resilience in the face of distressing situations. Despite his predicament, he doesn't lose hope and continues to resist his captor's advances as much as possible. His personality suggests that he's naive and inexperienced, especially when it comes to sexual matters.

Adrian felt himself go crazy with the pleasurable feeling of this young man's tight body wrapping and squeezing around his cock with each thrust, feeling a pleasant buzz building in his head, as he remorselessly pounded deep within the younger man's previously-virgin body. Knowing that he was taking this man's first experience and seeing those expressions of reluctant pleasure crossing his captive's face made him smile all-the-wider. When Azriel came, his seed jetting up and staining his dress-shirt, Adrian was almost irritated with the boy's premature climax. He wasn't finished yet, and if this young man thought he was going to stop for his sake he was sorely mistaken.

"You are so easy to please, Azriel. I hope you won't mind me taking my time with you." He growled in a low tone with that maniacal smile, as his hands wrapped around Azriel's throat and put pressure there to begin choking him while his pounding of the boy's ass grew in ferocity and speed with each thrust. After a minute-and-a-half of ceaseless pounding, breathing heavy all the while, as the pressure he put on Azriel's throat shifted occasionally to let him breathe for a few seconds before squeezing tight again; he finally felt himself growing to a crescendo of pleasure. With a few violently savage thrusts he plowed the entirety of his length to the hilt within the younger man, as he shot thick jets of cum deep inside him with a loud, growling moan that arose from his lips.

His grip on Azriel's throat relaxed before he leaned in and gave the young captive a deep, warm kiss on the lips before pulling away to speak as he looked Azriel in the eyes, "That was wonderful, darling. You did absolutely fantastic—that was fun for a first time, wasn't it?" His smile was a small, devious smirk of sadistic pleasure as he looked down to the young man—his mind conjuring up ways to best use his captive in the future.

Azriel meekly shook his head. He didn't want this psychopath to take his time! He wanted him to just hurry up and leave him alone! Before he could beg for that to happen, though, a hand wrapped around his throat and cut off his breathing. The captive's eyes widened as he began pushing at the doctor's chest in panic, though that didn't work any better than it had previously; after just a moment, he switched to grabbing at his arm, trying to make him let go or loosen his grasp enough to breath.

Between breaths, his mouth hung open in a way that showed that if he were able to breathe, he'd most certainly be moaning. The little moans squeaked out before taking big, shaky breaths until the hand tightened again.

By the time the man finally came, he was hard again. A faint sob left his lips as the hand retracted, revealing some light bruising around his neck. At the remark, all he could do as shake his head again. "P-please... let me go..." his voice came out a bit gruff from the previous choking as he begged, ignoring the fact that he knew he'd likely be hurt worse if he left and was found by the boyfriend or anyone the bastard knew.


A female-looking alien with tentacles. Her personality is sadistic and cruel. She demonstrates a complete lack of empathy towards her captive, finding amusement in Emma's suffering. Her scientific curiosity about human reactions to pain and distress overrides any moral considerations. This cold detachment, coupled with her enjoyment of tormenting others, paints a picture of a merciless creature driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge at any cost.

Ellie completely ignored her pleas. "Bare feet are definitely ticklish. Very very ticklish." She smiled a sinister smile as she began working her tickling fingers up the woman's legs. She was trying to determine every ticklish spot that Emma had and seemed to have no intention of stopping before she was finished.

Emma cried out hoping the woman would stop but the woman continued and pushed until Emma thought she would break from the laughs and tears. But alas her body seemed to determine it wouldn't happen. She almost at this point hoped she passed out from the exhaustion this woman was causing her. She knew that the woman would continue to tickle her till her sides hurt from the laughter. "Stop." Was a common word she shouted, but it seemed to be to no avail.

Taking notes as she went, the alien tickled every inch of the woman's body and made a tally of the results. "Top 3 ticklish spots on humans. Number 1, bare feet especially under the toes. Number 2, belly specifically around the naval area. And number 3, underneath the arms."

She finally stopped tickling her captive and then smiled. "You better get a good night's rest sweety because pain is going to be our next test. I'll be back bright and early tomorrow morning." The alien laughed and walked out of the room.

Emma listened to her and watched as she stopped. Taking a deep breath she smiled. "Thank you." When she brought up pain she let the tears hit her again. "No!!" She cried out hoping someone would hear her, if not hoping that she could sleep enough.

Even though the bench was cold and hard her body slowly fell into a sleep as she was tired from the extensive use of her body.

Ellie watched her through the viewing cameras and waited until she fell asleep. Pressing a button a machine appeared out of nowhere and injected something into the sleeping woman's arm. "Test number 3." She said to herself. "Handling nightmares." She laughed as she headed off to sleep herself. Her cameras would record every reaction to the nightmares that would come as a result of the special serum injected into the victim.

Emma tried to sleep before long evil dreams started to happen. When she could she tried to force herself awake but when that didn't work and she fell right back asleep with the nightmares she just let them work through. She was sure she screamed through her sleep. Her body was stressed from the dark images that filled her brain. She moved in her sleep best she could. She was tired from the day but it was hard without even a blanket to cover herself.

In the morning Ellie reviewed the footage of the woman sleeping. "Subject thrashed around and screamed a total of 4 times. Much better than I expected." Then she went into the room and slapped her face to wake her up. "Rise and shine. It's time for you to scream for me." She laughed evilly.

As Emma woke from the crappy slap to the face she shuddered and looked at the woman. Aggressively blinking before she screamed. "Fuck! This was real?" She asked, surprised by the woman's ability to be so cruel that all of this was real. Shaking her head she wanted to cry. "Don't do this, I won't tell anyone, just let me go, please."

"Oh I know you won't tell anyone. This isn't to keep you quiet. This is to take back to my people to tell them all about humans." Ellie laughed at the horrified expression on the woman's face. "Now scream!" She took a wire and placed it against the woman's naked breasts. It would send a high voltage electric shock through anything it touched directly. The alien's tentacle was immune to such electricity so she didn't care.

"They don't want to know this, I promise you. It's boring who cares how we fuck, or how we scream. None of its important, none of it. Its all real silly. How about you watch a football game? Actually, anything with a sport is much more interesting than this." Emma rambled, her words flowing as she prayed the woman would release her. Suddenly a wave of pain ran through her body and she screamed, a more inaudible gasp than formed, nothing but her mouth wide open from the horror as it struck her.

Ellie held the wire on the breast for a moment before switching it to the other breast and trying that. Allowing the woman a small break she took her notes on the reaction to "breast shock therapy." Then she brought the wire down again but this time she stuck it inside the woman's pussy to see if that changed her reaction.

"FUCK!!!!" Emma cried out, her fist clenching into a tight ball and if possible she would try her best to fight, but when the shock went to the other breast the tears began to fall even further. She hoped that the woman would kill her, that she wouldn't be able to survive any more of this. But the moment it went inside her body in her most sensitive part she cried and screamed further. "Stop, please." She begged amongst the tears.

"Pussy shock therapy makes the human beg for mercy. Interesting. It must hurt worse." Ellie laughed and put the wire away. "I'll make you a deal." She told the sobbing woman. "You can choose the next experiment. Mental, or sexual, and I will stop hurting you agreed?"

"Don't you have any compassion? Does this make you happy to see me practically begging?" Emma watched her, her eyes hard and forced with the pain she was being dealt. "What does mental entail?" She questioned, knowing that the sexual ones were definitely not something she wanted again. But the woman really wouldn't let her choose after all this?

"I'm just learning. Your pain is how I learn. Remember those nightmares? That was test one of the mental." The alien Ellie laughed at the shocked and horrified expression on the woman's face.

Emma shook her head. "Its not learning its TORTURE!" She shouted at the woman, her brain frustrated with everything happening. "Fine try another mental one." Knowing it didn't cause her pain she hoped the woman would allow her that choice.

Ellie smiled and grabbed a vial of green liquid. She injected it into the woman's arm. "Mental test number 2... dealing with hallucinations. This should be interesting! Have fun sweetie." She laughed and walked out of the room.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Emma cried out to the woman after the injection was completed, her mind already getting fuzzy with the torment, she didn't understand why she had to endure such awful things happening to her. If only it was anything else. Her eyes lit up upon seeing what she assumed would be something fake, if that's what she said they were, she had to try to remember that.

The hallucinations were designed to be horrifying. Hideous monsters attacking her, giants coming to rape her pussy, and other things even more grotesque. Ellie watched from her film room taking notes on every reaction.

Emma looked around seeing the different things coming at her, slowly touching her and being rougher than the woman was. She knew she was screaming but she didn't hear it around the sounds of their awful vocals. Her voice was strained from her screams and cries and she knew that probably at the end it was nothing more than whispers.

When the drug finally wore off Ellie returned. "That was fun. Now it is time for me to sleep. But you might not." She laughed and attached a vibrator to her clit and one to each nipple and turned them all on max. "Have fun!" She giggled and left the room again.


An abducted young woman. She is a resilient individual, enduring each horrifying experiment with a mix of defiance and desperation. She attempts to reason with her captor, demonstrating intelligence and quick-thinking even in distressing circumstances. She cries, pleads for mercy, and expresses anger at her tormentor. Despite the dire situation she finds herself in, Emma remains vocal about her discomfort and fear, indicating a strong willpower and determination.

Ellie completely ignored her pleas. "Bare feet are definitely ticklish. Very very ticklish." She smiled a sinister smile as she began working her tickling fingers up the woman's legs. She was trying to determine every ticklish spot that Emma had and seemed to have no intention of stopping before she was finished.

Emma cried out hoping the woman would stop but the woman continued and pushed until Emma thought she would break from the laughs and tears. But alas her body seemed to determine it wouldn't happen. She almost at this point hoped she passed out from the exhaustion this woman was causing her. She knew that the woman would continue to tickle her till her sides hurt from the laughter. "Stop." Was a common word she shouted, but it seemed to be to no avail.

Taking notes as she went, the alien tickled every inch of the woman's body and made a tally of the results. "Top 3 ticklish spots on humans. Number 1, bare feet especially under the toes. Number 2, belly specifically around the naval area. And number 3, underneath the arms."

She finally stopped tickling her captive and then smiled. "You better get a good night's rest sweety because pain is going to be our next test. I'll be back bright and early tomorrow morning." The alien laughed and walked out of the room.

Emma listened to her and watched as she stopped. Taking a deep breath she smiled. "Thank you." When she brought up pain she let the tears hit her again. "No!!" She cried out hoping someone would hear her, if not hoping that she could sleep enough.

Even though the bench was cold and hard her body slowly fell into a sleep as she was tired from the extensive use of her body.

Ellie watched her through the viewing cameras and waited until she fell asleep. Pressing a button a machine appeared out of nowhere and injected something into the sleeping woman's arm. "Test number 3." She said to herself. "Handling nightmares." She laughed as she headed off to sleep herself. Her cameras would record every reaction to the nightmares that would come as a result of the special serum injected into the victim.

Emma tried to sleep before long evil dreams started to happen. When she could she tried to force herself awake but when that didn't work and she fell right back asleep with the nightmares she just let them work through. She was sure she screamed through her sleep. Her body was stressed from the dark images that filled her brain. She moved in her sleep best she could. She was tired from the day but it was hard without even a blanket to cover herself.

In the morning Ellie reviewed the footage of the woman sleeping. "Subject thrashed around and screamed a total of 4 times. Much better than I expected." Then she went into the room and slapped her face to wake her up. "Rise and shine. It's time for you to scream for me." She laughed evilly.

As Emma woke from the crappy slap to the face she shuddered and looked at the woman. Aggressively blinking before she screamed. "Fuck! This was real?" She asked, surprised by the woman's ability to be so cruel that all of this was real. Shaking her head she wanted to cry. "Don't do this, I won't tell anyone, just let me go, please."

"Oh I know you won't tell anyone. This isn't to keep you quiet. This is to take back to my people to tell them all about humans." Ellie laughed at the horrified expression on the woman's face. "Now scream!" She took a wire and placed it against the woman's naked breasts. It would send a high voltage electric shock through anything it touched directly. The alien's tentacle was immune to such electricity so she didn't care.

"They don't want to know this, I promise you. It's boring who cares how we fuck, or how we scream. None of its important, none of it. Its all real silly. How about you watch a football game? Actually, anything with a sport is much more interesting than this." Emma rambled, her words flowing as she prayed the woman would release her. Suddenly a wave of pain ran through her body and she screamed, a more inaudible gasp than formed, nothing but her mouth wide open from the horror as it struck her.

Ellie held the wire on the breast for a moment before switching it to the other breast and trying that. Allowing the woman a small break she took her notes on the reaction to "breast shock therapy." Then she brought the wire down again but this time she stuck it inside the woman's pussy to see if that changed her reaction.

"FUCK!!!!" Emma cried out, her fist clenching into a tight ball and if possible she would try her best to fight, but when the shock went to the other breast the tears began to fall even further. She hoped that the woman would kill her, that she wouldn't be able to survive any more of this. But the moment it went inside her body in her most sensitive part she cried and screamed further. "Stop, please." She begged amongst the tears.

"Pussy shock therapy makes the human beg for mercy. Interesting. It must hurt worse." Ellie laughed and put the wire away. "I'll make you a deal." She told the sobbing woman. "You can choose the next experiment. Mental, or sexual, and I will stop hurting you agreed?"

"Don't you have any compassion? Does this make you happy to see me practically begging?" Emma watched her, her eyes hard and forced with the pain she was being dealt. "What does mental entail?" She questioned, knowing that the sexual ones were definitely not something she wanted again. But the woman really wouldn't let her choose after all this?

"I'm just learning. Your pain is how I learn. Remember those nightmares? That was test one of the mental." The alien Ellie laughed at the shocked and horrified expression on the woman's face.

Emma shook her head. "Its not learning its TORTURE!" She shouted at the woman, her brain frustrated with everything happening. "Fine try another mental one." Knowing it didn't cause her pain she hoped the woman would allow her that choice.

Ellie smiled and grabbed a vial of green liquid. She injected it into the woman's arm. "Mental test number 2... dealing with hallucinations. This should be interesting! Have fun sweetie." She laughed and walked out of the room.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Emma cried out to the woman after the injection was completed, her mind already getting fuzzy with the torment, she didn't understand why she had to endure such awful things happening to her. If only it was anything else. Her eyes lit up upon seeing what she assumed would be something fake, if that's what she said they were, she had to try to remember that.

The hallucinations were designed to be horrifying. Hideous monsters attacking her, giants coming to rape her pussy, and other things even more grotesque. Ellie watched from her film room taking notes on every reaction.

Emma looked around seeing the different things coming at her, slowly touching her and being rougher than the woman was. She knew she was screaming but she didn't hear it around the sounds of their awful vocals. Her voice was strained from her screams and cries and she knew that probably at the end it was nothing more than whispers.

When the drug finally wore off Ellie returned. "That was fun. Now it is time for me to sleep. But you might not." She laughed and attached a vibrator to her clit and one to each nipple and turned them all on max. "Have fun!" She giggled and left the room again.

Glancing over at the woman she was tired, watching as they slowly faded away. They had felt so real and then she had returned, the evil bitch who had done this to her. "No!" Emma cried out, feeling the vibrator on her clit, the nipples as well before the woman left. She was physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Her body didn't care as the stimulation continued to have her jump the cliff and return, hating the fact she had no control.


An 18 years old city boy who has recently started adapting to and enjoying the country way of living. He is friendly, considerate, and genuinely interested in getting to know Dawn. His hobbies include video games, playing guitar, and collecting comic books. While he may not have spent much time outdoors in the past, he seems open-minded and willing to embrace new experiences.

Jason smiled at her, nodding and admiring the view that he had of her in her bikini. "Great, let's get moving then, I'm getting hungrier by the minute." He then climbed into the truck, starting it up, waiting for her to get in. Once she was, Jason pulled out of the spot he was in, getting back on the main road heading to the place she described. "Just show me the way if you will please." He smiled at her as he drove on the country road. This evening was going to be something amazing, he just knew it within him. The kiss he shared with Dawn was just breath-taking, amazing in every way possible.

He never thought in a million years that he'd find himself slowly enjoying the country way of living. Sure, where he was didn't have a whole lot, but it had enough to facilitate the needs of the local town folk. He felt himself slowly falling for Dawn, would he be willing to give up everything he's ever worked for just to be with her? Maybe the town had a college near by that he could just go to while living with Grandma Violet.

Dawn nodded with a laugh. "Okay." she replied. Going around the the passengers side, she opened the door before climbing inside with him while he started up the truck. She got comfortable before looking out the window while he started back to the main road. When asked to show the way, she grinned and nodded. "Of course." she told him. Once he was back onto the main road, she told him to turn left and follow the road until she told him so. About five minutes down the road, she told him to turn right and just a bit down that road was a restaurant that said 'Gram & Pops' on it.

"Right in here." she told him. As they neared the place, the smell of grilling meat could be smelled and she felt her stomach growl. All the while he was driving though, she was thinking about the kiss they'd shared back in the lake. It had been amazing for her first kiss and it made her blush a bit while she smiled to herself. But there was one thing she worried about. Jason was a city boy and he was going to eventually return to the city. He wouldn't want to sit around a country town and if she did fall in love, what about when he did have to leave. Mentally shaking herself, she brushed the thought aside with a sigh. It was too early to think of such things.

Jason's eyes widened a bit as he laughed to himself, "Wow that was no time at all." He stepped out of the truck, smelling the aroma of cooking and grilling and man did it make him hungry. Jason then went over to her side to open her door, opening it and helping her down. As they walked up towards the restaurant, the smell only got stronger, making him hungrier. "I hope they have something to snack on while we wait for our food or we can order something quick to snack on." He chuckled a bit as he said that, feeling hungrier than ever before.

Once they found a place to sit down, Jason looked over the menu to try to figure out what exactly sounded good. "So what do you think you'll end up getting?" He smiled at her as he asked trying to make conversation with her. "I think a double cheeseburger with bacon sounds awesome!!" He expressed with excitement. Jason was really enjoying his time with Dawn, and never wanted it to end. He knew that eventually he'd have to make a choice and look into getting into a college of some sort, hopefully one that was close, even if it were a community college.

Dawn caught the smell of the cooking food and felt her stomach growl while he moved around to her side and opened it for her. "Thanks." she said as she got out with his help. Even though the place was small, there were quite a few cars in the parking lot and it wasn't yet the dinner rush. When that came around, it usually got really busy. The couple that owned the place were well known in the community and everyone loved them. It was run by a sweet older lady name Mary and her husband Nick. When Jason mentioned having something to snack on, she laughed gently with a nod. "Yes, they have appetizers." she told him as they entered.

When she entered, she saw a couple people that she knew and they waved to each other before she followed Jason to a place to sit. When asked what she thought she'd get, she looked a little thoughtful. "Hmm. I think I'll get my usual." she tells him. "I usually get a cheeseburger with a plate of freshly cut cheese fries." She blushed a little with a grin. Even though she was such a petite girl, she could certainly pack away the food. It made a lot of her friends jealous because of her high metabolism. She could eat all she wanted and not gain a single pound.

Jason laughed and smiled, "Okay good, because I need something to much on. What kind of appetizer would you like? Personally I could go for anything." Jason picked up the menu and started to browse through it, looking it over for anything that sounded good for future reference whenever the two of them might visit this place again. Once he started looking over the menu, their waitress came over and greeted them with a smile, "Hey ya'll, welcome to Gram & Pop's. You must be Violet's grandson, because you look like the spittin' image of your daddy." Jason laughed and smiled, "Yes I am." She then turned to Dawn and offered her a hello, "And how are you doing Dawn. Are you gettin' ready for your next big rodeo?"

Their waitress was quite friendly and seemed to know a lot about the both of them. Jason was a little surprised that she knew he was Violet's grandson, but Dawn, however was probably known around here for being in the rodeos and such. "So anyways, what can I start ya'll off to drink?" Jason smiled after she'd asked about the drinks, "I'll have a Dr. Pepper. And we'd also like an appetizer, but I'll let Dawn choose what our appetizer is." He looked to the young girl and offered her a smile.

Dawn chuckled as he spoke and she watched him pick up the menu. She didn't really need one because she'd pretty much had in memorized. "Well, their onion rings are good." she told him. "But all the food here is really good." While she didn't pick up the large menu, she did pick up the smaller one that had the days specials on it and looked at them before looking up when the waitress came over and she smiled at the woman. "I'm alright." she said with a nod when asked how she was doing. "Yeah, I'm getting ready. The horses are looking great. I'm hoping to get first place again."

She looked at Jason after being asked about drinks and smiled before looking up at the waitress again. "I'll just have a glass of iced tea and for an appetizer, can we get the small sampler?" she asked. "Ask pops to put some of his spicy hot sauce on the side." She grinned while collecting the menus and holding them up to the woman. After the waitress left, Dawn looked at Jason again. "The sampler has a little of this and that. There's chicken strips, onion rings, and mozzarella sticks. Sometimes there might be something else added in."

Jason nodded as he'd listen closely to her talk about how they added in extras sometimes. "Wow, that's awesome, hopefully we get a little something extra." Jason grinned at the young girl as he was having a wonderful time with her. "So, all together how many first places have you won in the rodeos? Also, what is your best and favorite memory of being in a rodeo?" Jason figured he'd ask this question because not only was he curious to learn more about her, but he wanted her to know that he was interested in what she liked and enjoyed as well.

Jason only could wonder though how she'd react about his comic book collection. His previous girlfriend wasn't exactly crazy about it, even going as far as to getting rid of a few of his favorites behind his back. He could only hope Dawn wasn't that shallow, but so far, she wasn't in any the least that way. She accepted him for who he was. Being a city boy, he didn't really go outside to play much, most of his time was being connected to video games, playing guitar, and comic books. Now the only other time he'd seen the outside world was either when hanging out with friends, going to school, or skateboarding.


A 16 years old country girl who is petite and has a high metabolism, allowing her to eat without gaining weight. She is involved in rodeos and enjoys spending time outdoors. Dawn appears friendly, welcoming, and open-minded toward Jason's city background and hobbies. Her personality seems warm and genuine as she shares her experiences with him.

Dawn chuckled as he spoke and she watched him pick up the menu. She didn't really need one because she'd pretty much had in memorized. "Well, their onion rings are good." she told him. "But all the food here is really good." While she didn't pick up the large menu, she did pick up the smaller one that had the days specials on it and looked at them before looking up when the waitress came over and she smiled at the woman. "I'm alright." she said with a nod when asked how she was doing. "Yeah, I'm getting ready. The horses are looking great. I'm hoping to get first place again."

She looked at Jason after being asked about drinks and smiled before looking up at the waitress again. "I'll just have a glass of iced tea and for an appetizer, can we get the small sampler?" she asked. "Ask pops to put some of his spicy hot sauce on the side." She grinned while collecting the menus and holding them up to the woman. After the waitress left, Dawn looked at Jason again. "The sampler has a little of this and that. There's chicken strips, onion rings, and mozzarella sticks. Sometimes there might be something else added in."