A young woman with a striking appearance, characterized by her red hair and pale skin. She's initially shy and fearful, especially when faced with new experiences or large crowds. Despite her circumstances, she shows resilience and adaptability as she tries to understand and adjust to her new life. Her timidity slowly gives way to curiosity and even desire. Over time, Lisette displays an unexpected streak of stubbornness and defiance, suggesting an underlying strength of character.

When Lisette next woke she was being pulled out of her tiny sanctuary. She immediately began to protest until she saw the massive crowd staring right at her. Her face was coated with a rather embarrassed blush as she was practically shoved up next to Gray Wolf and the nine elders from before. She thought that surely she would vomit, but she had nothing on her stomach. At least this time they had her in a light tan dress except it showed her legs and her arms to the world. Her hair was down and wavy with only one strand combed with a bead on it.

Lisette barely listened to what they were saying. She just kept her head down and her eyes on the fire pit. All she could think was about the marriage consummation. Mum always said it was a dreadful, nasty process. Then again mum always hated sex, and father was always the enthusiast. The thought made her giggle under her breath.

The elders spoke their words of blessing and the "father" Black Bear gave up title to his daughter Turtle Dove formally to Gray Wolf. Gray Wolf accepted Turtle Dove as his mate, and also accepted the pony as payment of the bride price. He turned her to him and again rubbed noses with her. The lead her back to the tent in the middle of the village where the marriage was to be sealed. He took her in and began to slowly remove her clothes.

Lisette was suddenly very aware of how small the tent was that she had been in when Gray Wolf stood in it with her. Her face lost all color when she realized why they were there too. This was the marriage consummation, but this wasn't supposed to happen until the very very end. Lisette began to back herself into a corner, but he continued to follow her into whatever corner she tried to choose. Whenever he began ridding her of her garments, she adamantly protested until she was naked and had to hide herself with her limbs and thick hair.

Naïvely, she jumped to the cot that had been her sanctuary for the past three days. Lisette curled herself up into a protective ball, using the thin blanket she was given as a shield, though it did her little good. "Please don't," she protested. "Can't we wait? Do you know that word... wait?"

Gray Wolf sat beside her on the bed, and picked her body up and into his lap. He carefully pried her arms away from her body and then her legs. He put her legs on either side of his body and pulled her against him. He made her sit that way her breast pulled against him until she would stop fighting him. He waited several hours to be sure that she was beyond fighting his superior strength.

After nearly fifteen minutes, Lisette had to give up on struggling. This man was just too strong for her. Sighing as she resigned herself to her fate, she laid her head on his shoulder shaking slightly. They sat there for several minutes and she actually started to feel less scared as time went on. Perhaps this wasn't a consummation of a marriage like she first thought. She relaxed and actually allowed herself to observe Gray Wolf. He was indeed quite strong and tan, and his hair was a very unique black she only saw in Spanish men. Lisette blushed; she was admiring him! She couldn't do that; that was immoral.

Gray Wolf rubbed he back gently. He began to kiss her gently. He knew he could take the woman immediately, but he did want to take her. He wanted to possess her because she had giving herself to him. He wanted her to want him, and he was willing to stay in there as long as it took.

Outside the village waited, usually these things took only perhaps an hour, but now it had been nearly 3 hours. There were men in the camp that wanted to be sure that they were both alive, but the elders refused to allow interrupting them and time marched along.

When she felt Gray Wolf's lips upon her skin, Lisette's body tensed slightly, but this was a different tension. Her body felt like it was warming in her lower belly. She gasped when her began kissing her face, and she even began allowing him to kiss her lips. This was her husband after all, she rationalized. This was supposed to be okay. She cautiously put her pale arms around his tan neck and kissed his lips more intently then elsewhere. The heat between her legs began to grow and she was becoming very sensitive and wet. Her protests were gone and were replaced with soft, breathy sighs.

He kissed her gently and layed her back on the couch so she could watch as her removed his clothing and then began to kneel between her thighs. He kissed his way up her body, and as his lips met hers, the tip of his man hood met with the opening to her womb. He gently pressed against her. He could feel her nether lips parting , opening for his manhood. He slowly began to press in entering her with the tip of his manhood.

Lisette cried out as her virginity was slowly taken. She clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip until it bled and trickled down her parched throat. Her eyes filled with tears, but Lisette was too stubborn to let them spill over as she began to regulate her breathing, her hands hooked into Gray Wolf's shoulder blades. She was thankful that he was still for a few moments as she caught her breath, and the color slowly returned to her cheeks.

After a few moments, she rolled her hips and gasped. This time, however, it wasn't from pain. It felt oddly good to be filled by Gray Wolf. The thought alone nearly made her turn as red as her hair as she hid her abashed face. "I-I'm okay now. Okay," she said nodding softly but not looking up at him.

Gray Wolf felt her hips roll and responded with a long push of his own spreading her fresh tight vagina and filling it with his long red meat. His hips slowly sped up their thrusting and he started to groan with pleasure. His cock began to swell even larger and then throb as he reached the point of no return, shooting a huge load of stored seed deep in her warm tight body.

Lisette's pleasure was mounting slowly with soft gasps, but then she felt an intense pulsing from within her and felt added wetness and warmth. That must be his ejaculation. Lisette had no real idea what she was doing or supposed to do. Now she's officially a married woman. She squirmed slightly at the odd but not unpleasant feeling. She buried her face in Gray Wolf's chest, actually enjoying having contact with another living being, until she noticed the blood where their bodies were connected. She half gasped and half yelped in shock and horror. "Is that... is that mine?" she asked tearfully.

Gray Wolf held her gently. He struggled with how to comfort her when he had no words that she could understand. He could only hold her tight and try and give her peace. He left himself inside her and slowly moved in and out of her. Picking up a piece of chamois that had been left in a pot of water for them, he reached down and wiped away the blood. As he continued to move in and out of her and he wiped away the excess, the fluids began to come clear, and she was able to see that the blood no longer flowed. He kissed her deeply and began to slide in and out of her with greater and greater enthusiasm. He looked deep in her eyes hoping that she was happy.

Lisette moaned softly as she felt Gray Wolf beginning to move once more. Her eyes slid shut, and she actually smiled for the first time since the entire ordeal began four days prior. She ran her hands down Gray Wolf's back and suddenly realized how powerful he was; he could snap her in half at any moment. To her, he was a dangerous creature, and it made her arousal spike exponentially. She arched herself up into him, clinging to his back as her pleasure continued to rise to dizzying heights. Lisette was panting now and saying soft affirmations of "yes" and "more" and "there again."

Gray Wolf did not understand the words, but he did understand the sounds. She was suddenly a woman in need, and he had what she needed buried deep between her thighs. He took her hips in his hands and held her firmly as he pressed her down hard on his manhood. he drove in deep and cried out as his body was racked with a second orgasm.

Turtle Dove!!! he cried out loud enough for the village could hear. His hand found her breast and massaged it roughly as he continued to pound hard and deep within her

Lisette pressed her mouth to his again and moaned loudly, trying to be quiet so no one could hear. The way he was touching her body... it was so lovely and remarkable. Her entire body came alive as he touched her. She felt herself suddenly fall past the peak of her arousal and into oblivion with a high pitch sigh. After coming down, she laid under Gray Wolf in slight shock of what had just happened. Lisette looked up at her new husband nervously with timidity as she tried to use him to cover herself from his eyes.

Gray Wolf sat up and pulled her into his lap again but this time, he had her sit across his lap. He looked down at her body and slowly claimed every part of it. Not allowing her to hide. First he massaged her breasts and played with her hard little nipples though she resisted, he continued until he could again see longing in her eyes. He slowly moved down her body and rested his hand in her lap and pushed her thighs wide apart and slowly played with her, waiting for him to respond to her.

Groaning weakly at the sensitivity between her legs, Lisette whined softly and tried to weakly push him away for just a moment. She needed to think clearly without lust getting in her way before she did something silly. Soon, however, she was turned into a moaning mess of sweaty limbs as he continued to stoke the fire there between her legs and she began to grind her hips. She began to wonder if all she would ever do was just lay on her back and receive her husband, and it didn't seem like a very bad idea. Her moans progressed and she pressed her hand to Gray Wolf's chest since she couldn't very well tell what he felt. His heart raced and it made her moan and pushed her over the edge a second time, causing her to buck and writhe in his grasp and accidentally claw his right pectoral.

By the end Lisette was a sexually sated, dreary mess. "Gray Wolf... I," she panted as she rested her hand on his chest just above his heart and then over hers and repeated the motion lazily. "I like you... a lot. It's not love quite yet but it's close."

Gray Wolf did not understand her words but he did understand the sweet smile on her face. He continued to play with her and kiss her deeply. his member was again hard, and he lifted her body and again lowered it down over his cock, letting her legs wrap around him.

He spoke to her in his own language. Saying "You are my wife and I shall love you always, and we shall have many children together." He then began to help her slide up and down his long hard cock. He loved the sound of her cries and he added his own to hers. They were echoing around the camp, and the whole tribe knew that the young Turtle Dove was now a member of their tribe.

Once again Lisette was thrown into the abysmal pit of lust as she was thrust upon Gray Wolf's stiff cock. Her cries began as quiet mewls, but slowly her mewls became loud groans of pleasure and pain. She was sure that tomorrow she would be unable to sit up straight, much less walk or have intimacy. Her nails raked into her husband's skin as her cunt tightened around and constricted him. Lisette kissed her husband and decided to try a French technique. Sliding her tongue past his lips, she began to stroke his and swirl it around his mouth. All the while, her orgasm was slowly coming closer, just barely outside her reach.

When Gray Wolf felt her tongue in his mouth, it set him afire. It set off desires such as the young warrior had never felt and his body took over driving into her with abandon as he sucked on her invading tongue. This woman's ways of making love were different than those he had known, but that didn't mean that they weren't capable of making him burn with desire for her.

It wasn't long before Gray Wolf could not contain himself and screaming "Turtle Dove" he gave her yet another dose of his potent seed. If she was at all fertile, she would certainly be pregnant and carrying his child.

Gray Wolf's reaction was beyond eager and spurred her on into her orgasm. She continued to kiss him and run her fingers through his hair, gasping and squealing as she rode out her long, intense orgasm. In the after glow, she could only gasp and groan as she laid her head on his shoulder until her husband came and she gasped as she felt him pulsing within her. Her eyes slid shut as she pressed her sweaty body to his tiredly and sighed weakly. "Please, we must stop. I'm tired. I don't know if I can take more."

As she sat panting in his lap, Gray Wolf took a pure shammy skirt, heavenly soft and very short from the wall and wrapped it around her waist. He took her red beaded breast plate and hung it around her neck . It layed nicely along the tops of her breasts and stopped just above her nipples. He then helped her to stand on wobbly legs, and puled his loin cloth back on. The combined juices of there mating ran down her thighs, making them slick and shiny.

The time had come for them to proclaim that the marriage had been consummated and that Turtle Dove was now a woman, and belonged only to Gray Wolf. He led her out of the tent to walk among the assembled tribe.

As Gray Wolf walked and Lisette leaned against him, she tried to hide her face. All these people had heard her and her husband's most intimate moments, and now they were witnessing what she looked like post coital. She felt her legs weakening and put her arms around Gray Wolf to keep herself somewhat upright. Then she realized that her legs were moist and she gasped, trying to hide it while trying to hide as much skin as possible.

Gray Wolf understood her her shyness it was common among the newly mated women, but he also knew how it was traditionally handled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. He pulled her off of her feet. Shyness among the women was not well accepted in his culture. He reached down and removed her soft skirt, laying it over his shoulder as they continued their walk as if nothing had changed.

Squealing as if splashed with a bucket of cold water, Lisette turned red, and it wasn't aided when she heard chuckles from older women and men. She had no choice but to hang her head and walk alongside her new husband in a tizzy. Jerking the skirt from Gray Wolf's shoulder, she held it in her arms, huffing as she walked, hoping it would soon be over and she could just get dressed and sleep. Her vagina was sore from her loss of virginity, and she was tired of people staring at her. However, she tried acting stoic except for the vein pulsing on her forehead and the muscles in her jaw.

When she grabbed at the skirt and acted ashamed, It showed to Gray Wolf's friends that he could not control his woman, and that he could not tolerate. He pulled her quickly to the fire ring where all were gathered. he sat on a log and pulled her down over his lap and began to spank her ass hard leaving bright red imprints of his hard hand. He hooked one foot with his pulling her thighs apart putting her fully on display as he continued with the spanking.

Lisette yelped at being manhandled once more and wriggled and writhed as she was spanked. It was humiliating and eventually she just quit moving and quit screaming at him and everyone within earshot and quit crying. When he was done, she was horrified to find she was aroused, but thankfully no one at a distance could tell. Lisette sat up numbly and sat beside Gray Wolf, carefully watching him from the corner of her eyes.

As she sat beside him, Gray Wolf's honor before the other braves had been restored and he got up and took her hand leading her back to his lodge, He took her in and had her stand beside him as he slowly washed her thighs with a wet chamois. When he had cleaned her, he noticed that she continued to leak from her slit down her thighs. He was curious and surprised thinking that the pain he had given her would have discouraged her pleasure wanting to be sure what was running down her leg he extended his tongue and tasted it confirming it was the same as had flowed when she was in pleasure.

Lisette gasped and fell to her knees in front of him, pressing her face into his chest with a low moan. Her body was alight with fire, yet she was so sore from his taking her previously. Then there was the dull pain in her backside that continued to couple with her throbbing arousal as well. Lisette felt as if she were being undone, and it felt so grand. Her fingers weakly clung to Gray Wolf as she pressed herself against him. Lisette said his name softly before running her hands down his back.


A strong, tan-skinned man with unique black hair often seen among Spanish men. As the leader of his tribe and a warrior, he exudes an aura of power and dominance. He is patient yet assertive, unafraid to exercise control when necessary but also capable of tenderness and gentleness. Despite the language barrier, he shows understanding and sensitivity towards Lisette's feelings and fears. His actions demonstrate that he values tradition and respect within his community.

When Lisette next woke she was being pulled out of her tiny sanctuary. She immediately began to protest until she saw the massive crowd staring right at her. Her face was coated with a rather embarrassed blush as she was practically shoved up next to Gray Wolf and the nine elders from before. She thought that surely she would vomit, but she had nothing on her stomach. At least this time they had her in a light tan dress except it showed her legs and her arms to the world. Her hair was down and wavy with only one strand combed with a bead on it.

Lisette barely listened to what they were saying. She just kept her head down and her eyes on the fire pit. All she could think was about the marriage consummation. Mum always said it was a dreadful, nasty process. Then again mum always hated sex, and father was always the enthusiast. The thought made her giggle under her breath.

The elders spoke their words of blessing and the "father" Black Bear gave up title to his daughter Turtle Dove formally to Gray Wolf. Gray Wolf accepted Turtle Dove as his mate, and also accepted the pony as payment of the bride price. He turned her to him and again rubbed noses with her. The lead her back to the tent in the middle of the village where the marriage was to be sealed. He took her in and began to slowly remove her clothes.

Lisette was suddenly very aware of how small the tent was that she had been in when Gray Wolf stood in it with her. Her face lost all color when she realized why they were there too. This was the marriage consummation, but this wasn't supposed to happen until the very very end. Lisette began to back herself into a corner, but he continued to follow her into whatever corner she tried to choose. Whenever he began ridding her of her garments, she adamantly protested until she was naked and had to hide herself with her limbs and thick hair.

Naïvely, she jumped to the cot that had been her sanctuary for the past three days. Lisette curled herself up into a protective ball, using the thin blanket she was given as a shield, though it did her little good. "Please don't," she protested. "Can't we wait? Do you know that word... wait?"

Gray Wolf sat beside her on the bed, and picked her body up and into his lap. He carefully pried her arms away from her body and then her legs. He put her legs on either side of his body and pulled her against him. He made her sit that way her breast pulled against him until she would stop fighting him. He waited several hours to be sure that she was beyond fighting his superior strength.

After nearly fifteen minutes, Lisette had to give up on struggling. This man was just too strong for her. Sighing as she resigned herself to her fate, she laid her head on his shoulder shaking slightly. They sat there for several minutes and she actually started to feel less scared as time went on. Perhaps this wasn't a consummation of a marriage like she first thought. She relaxed and actually allowed herself to observe Gray Wolf. He was indeed quite strong and tan, and his hair was a very unique black she only saw in Spanish men. Lisette blushed; she was admiring him! She couldn't do that; that was immoral.

Gray Wolf rubbed he back gently. He began to kiss her gently. He knew he could take the woman immediately, but he did want to take her. He wanted to possess her because she had giving herself to him. He wanted her to want him, and he was willing to stay in there as long as it took.

Outside the village waited, usually these things took only perhaps an hour, but now it had been nearly 3 hours. There were men in the camp that wanted to be sure that they were both alive, but the elders refused to allow interrupting them and time marched along.

When she felt Gray Wolf's lips upon her skin, Lisette's body tensed slightly, but this was a different tension. Her body felt like it was warming in her lower belly. She gasped when her began kissing her face, and she even began allowing him to kiss her lips. This was her husband after all, she rationalized. This was supposed to be okay. She cautiously put her pale arms around his tan neck and kissed his lips more intently then elsewhere. The heat between her legs began to grow and she was becoming very sensitive and wet. Her protests were gone and were replaced with soft, breathy sighs.

He kissed her gently and layed her back on the couch so she could watch as her removed his clothing and then began to kneel between her thighs. He kissed his way up her body, and as his lips met hers, the tip of his man hood met with the opening to her womb. He gently pressed against her. He could feel her nether lips parting , opening for his manhood. He slowly began to press in entering her with the tip of his manhood.

Lisette cried out as her virginity was slowly taken. She clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip until it bled and trickled down her parched throat. Her eyes filled with tears, but Lisette was too stubborn to let them spill over as she began to regulate her breathing, her hands hooked into Gray Wolf's shoulder blades. She was thankful that he was still for a few moments as she caught her breath, and the color slowly returned to her cheeks.

After a few moments, she rolled her hips and gasped. This time, however, it wasn't from pain. It felt oddly good to be filled by Gray Wolf. The thought alone nearly made her turn as red as her hair as she hid her abashed face. "I-I'm okay now. Okay," she said nodding softly but not looking up at him.

Gray Wolf felt her hips roll and responded with a long push of his own spreading her fresh tight vagina and filling it with his long red meat. His hips slowly sped up their thrusting and he started to groan with pleasure. His cock began to swell even larger and then throb as he reached the point of no return, shooting a huge load of stored seed deep in her warm tight body.

Lisette's pleasure was mounting slowly with soft gasps, but then she felt an intense pulsing from within her and felt added wetness and warmth. That must be his ejaculation. Lisette had no real idea what she was doing or supposed to do. Now she's officially a married woman. She squirmed slightly at the odd but not unpleasant feeling. She buried her face in Gray Wolf's chest, actually enjoying having contact with another living being, until she noticed the blood where their bodies were connected. She half gasped and half yelped in shock and horror. "Is that... is that mine?" she asked tearfully.

Gray Wolf held her gently. He struggled with how to comfort her when he had no words that she could understand. He could only hold her tight and try and give her peace. He left himself inside her and slowly moved in and out of her. Picking up a piece of chamois that had been left in a pot of water for them, he reached down and wiped away the blood. As he continued to move in and out of her and he wiped away the excess, the fluids began to come clear, and she was able to see that the blood no longer flowed. He kissed her deeply and began to slide in and out of her with greater and greater enthusiasm. He looked deep in her eyes hoping that she was happy.

Lisette moaned softly as she felt Gray Wolf beginning to move once more. Her eyes slid shut, and she actually smiled for the first time since the entire ordeal began four days prior. She ran her hands down Gray Wolf's back and suddenly realized how powerful he was; he could snap her in half at any moment. To her, he was a dangerous creature, and it made her arousal spike exponentially. She arched herself up into him, clinging to his back as her pleasure continued to rise to dizzying heights. Lisette was panting now and saying soft affirmations of "yes" and "more" and "there again."

Gray Wolf did not understand the words, but he did understand the sounds. She was suddenly a woman in need, and he had what she needed buried deep between her thighs. He took her hips in his hands and held her firmly as he pressed her down hard on his manhood. he drove in deep and cried out as his body was racked with a second orgasm.

Turtle Dove!!! he cried out loud enough for the village could hear. His hand found her breast and massaged it roughly as he continued to pound hard and deep within her

Lisette pressed her mouth to his again and moaned loudly, trying to be quiet so no one could hear. The way he was touching her body... it was so lovely and remarkable. Her entire body came alive as he touched her. She felt herself suddenly fall past the peak of her arousal and into oblivion with a high pitch sigh. After coming down, she laid under Gray Wolf in slight shock of what had just happened. Lisette looked up at her new husband nervously with timidity as she tried to use him to cover herself from his eyes.

Gray Wolf sat up and pulled her into his lap again but this time, he had her sit across his lap. He looked down at her body and slowly claimed every part of it. Not allowing her to hide. First he massaged her breasts and played with her hard little nipples though she resisted, he continued until he could again see longing in her eyes. He slowly moved down her body and rested his hand in her lap and pushed her thighs wide apart and slowly played with her, waiting for him to respond to her.

Groaning weakly at the sensitivity between her legs, Lisette whined softly and tried to weakly push him away for just a moment. She needed to think clearly without lust getting in her way before she did something silly. Soon, however, she was turned into a moaning mess of sweaty limbs as he continued to stoke the fire there between her legs and she began to grind her hips. She began to wonder if all she would ever do was just lay on her back and receive her husband, and it didn't seem like a very bad idea. Her moans progressed and she pressed her hand to Gray Wolf's chest since she couldn't very well tell what he felt. His heart raced and it made her moan and pushed her over the edge a second time, causing her to buck and writhe in his grasp and accidentally claw his right pectoral.

By the end Lisette was a sexually sated, dreary mess. "Gray Wolf... I," she panted as she rested her hand on his chest just above his heart and then over hers and repeated the motion lazily. "I like you... a lot. It's not love quite yet but it's close."

Gray Wolf did not understand her words but he did understand the sweet smile on her face. He continued to play with her and kiss her deeply. his member was again hard, and he lifted her body and again lowered it down over his cock, letting her legs wrap around him.

He spoke to her in his own language. Saying "You are my wife and I shall love you always, and we shall have many children together." He then began to help her slide up and down his long hard cock. He loved the sound of her cries and he added his own to hers. They were echoing around the camp, and the whole tribe knew that the young Turtle Dove was now a member of their tribe.

Once again Lisette was thrown into the abysmal pit of lust as she was thrust upon Gray Wolf's stiff cock. Her cries began as quiet mewls, but slowly her mewls became loud groans of pleasure and pain. She was sure that tomorrow she would be unable to sit up straight, much less walk or have intimacy. Her nails raked into her husband's skin as her cunt tightened around and constricted him. Lisette kissed her husband and decided to try a French technique. Sliding her tongue past his lips, she began to stroke his and swirl it around his mouth. All the while, her orgasm was slowly coming closer, just barely outside her reach.

When Gray Wolf felt her tongue in his mouth, it set him afire. It set off desires such as the young warrior had never felt and his body took over driving into her with abandon as he sucked on her invading tongue. This woman's ways of making love were different than those he had known, but that didn't mean that they weren't capable of making him burn with desire for her.

It wasn't long before Gray Wolf could not contain himself and screaming "Turtle Dove" he gave her yet another dose of his potent seed. If she was at all fertile, she would certainly be pregnant and carrying his child.

Gray Wolf's reaction was beyond eager and spurred her on into her orgasm. She continued to kiss him and run her fingers through his hair, gasping and squealing as she rode out her long, intense orgasm. In the after glow, she could only gasp and groan as she laid her head on his shoulder until her husband came and she gasped as she felt him pulsing within her. Her eyes slid shut as she pressed her sweaty body to his tiredly and sighed weakly. "Please, we must stop. I'm tired. I don't know if I can take more."

As she sat panting in his lap, Gray Wolf took a pure shammy skirt, heavenly soft and very short from the wall and wrapped it around her waist. He took her red beaded breast plate and hung it around her neck . It layed nicely along the tops of her breasts and stopped just above her nipples. He then helped her to stand on wobbly legs, and puled his loin cloth back on. The combined juices of there mating ran down her thighs, making them slick and shiny.

The time had come for them to proclaim that the marriage had been consummated and that Turtle Dove was now a woman, and belonged only to Gray Wolf. He led her out of the tent to walk among the assembled tribe.

As Gray Wolf walked and Lisette leaned against him, she tried to hide her face. All these people had heard her and her husband's most intimate moments, and now they were witnessing what she looked like post coital. She felt her legs weakening and put her arms around Gray Wolf to keep herself somewhat upright. Then she realized that her legs were moist and she gasped, trying to hide it while trying to hide as much skin as possible.

Gray Wolf understood her her shyness it was common among the newly mated women, but he also knew how it was traditionally handled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a kiss. He pulled her off of her feet. Shyness among the women was not well accepted in his culture. He reached down and removed her soft skirt, laying it over his shoulder as they continued their walk as if nothing had changed.

Squealing as if splashed with a bucket of cold water, Lisette turned red, and it wasn't aided when she heard chuckles from older women and men. She had no choice but to hang her head and walk alongside her new husband in a tizzy. Jerking the skirt from Gray Wolf's shoulder, she held it in her arms, huffing as she walked, hoping it would soon be over and she could just get dressed and sleep. Her vagina was sore from her loss of virginity, and she was tired of people staring at her. However, she tried acting stoic except for the vein pulsing on her forehead and the muscles in her jaw.

When she grabbed at the skirt and acted ashamed, It showed to Gray Wolf's friends that he could not control his woman, and that he could not tolerate. He pulled her quickly to the fire ring where all were gathered. he sat on a log and pulled her down over his lap and began to spank her ass hard leaving bright red imprints of his hard hand. He hooked one foot with his pulling her thighs apart putting her fully on display as he continued with the spanking.

Lisette yelped at being manhandled once more and wriggled and writhed as she was spanked. It was humiliating and eventually she just quit moving and quit screaming at him and everyone within earshot and quit crying. When he was done, she was horrified to find she was aroused, but thankfully no one at a distance could tell. Lisette sat up numbly and sat beside Gray Wolf, carefully watching him from the corner of her eyes.

As she sat beside him, Gray Wolf's honor before the other braves had been restored and he got up and took her hand leading her back to his lodge, He took her in and had her stand beside him as he slowly washed her thighs with a wet chamois. When he had cleaned her, he noticed that she continued to leak from her slit down her thighs. He was curious and surprised thinking that the pain he had given her would have discouraged her pleasure wanting to be sure what was running down her leg he extended his tongue and tasted it confirming it was the same as had flowed when she was in pleasure.

Lisette gasped and fell to her knees in front of him, pressing her face into his chest with a low moan. Her body was alight with fire, yet she was so sore from his taking her previously. Then there was the dull pain in her backside that continued to couple with her throbbing arousal as well. Lisette felt as if she were being undone, and it felt so grand. Her fingers weakly clung to Gray Wolf as she pressed herself against him. Lisette said his name softly before running her hands down his back.

Knowing that she longed for him gave him peace. Gray Wolf laid back on the bed and pulled her down beside him, holding her against his chest, and giving her a place to lay her head, cuddled under his arm. He kissed her gently, and laid his head down to rest with her until the morning.


An adult woman and Andrea's mother. She has an attractive body, as her son admires her naked form. Throughout the encounter, Sharon experiences a mix of shame and arousal while engaging in sexual acts with her son. She initially seems hesitant to use explicit language but eventually gives in to Andrea's request. This suggests that although she may have reservations about their incestuous relationship, she ultimately prioritizes pleasure and connection with her son over societal norms or personal boundaries.

Feeling Andrea enter her again was pure bliss, even if it was just a fraction. She moaned loudly, his slow thrusts being so unlike yesterday and yet so much more fulfilling. She closed her eyes, trying to find an anchor, but she only felt the hand on her breast and a big cock stretching her more with each thrust.

His words send a wave of shame and arousal straight to her core. "Andrea... you're... you're so big..." That was not what a mother should tell her child, but gods was it true. Her hips began to match his pace. Each thrust sending tingles down her spine and core. There was a strange feeling building in her belly, yet not wholly unwelcome.

Andrea thrust steadily into her, taking his time. There was no rush in him and her body began to press back against him. His hand began to explore her breast more, squeezing and massaging, reaching over to touch her other breast too.

"Am I? I never... measured or anything... you like it though? Its a good size?" He whispered, nipping her shoulder with his teeth out of instinct and desire. A few moments later he slowed, stopping his thrusts. "I... I want to me on top now. Can we do that?" He asked, now starting to think more than just to get his dick in her, but to live out some of the porn-induced fantasies he had.

Who knew that Andrea would be so skilled at eliciting those feelings inside her? Her breath was fairly uneven and heavy now, the steady build up had her teetering in an edge she didn't even know existed before. "It's... good...", she managed to rasp out, her rational thoughts more and more receding. His bite and nibble made her mewl... a sound she had never heard coming from her.

There was a strangled whine that escaped her throat when he stopped thrusting inside her. He couldn't leave her like this. "Y-yes", she rasped. Anything to finally grant her that release she had been craving.

Andrea kicked the blanket away from his feet and pulled out, admiring her juices on his shaft for a few moments. He got to his knees and watched his own mother roll onto her back before he crawled between her legs.

It was his first proper view of her naked body and it caused his cock to twitch with excitement. He was on all fours, his slim frame on top of hers, eyes raping her body. "You're so beautiful..." He murmured before extending his legs out behind him, lowering his hips towards hers. "Guide me in again... I love it when you touch my cock."

Sharon tried her best to stop the whine from escaping her throat as Andrea pulled out of her. Rolling into her back, she stared at her 16 year old son who seemed ready to devour her. The thought send another pang to her core.

The way he lowered herself above her did nothing to quell her arousal. At his renewed request her eyes darted between them, zeroing in on his huge cock. Flushing an even deeper red, she grasped his member, absentmindedly running her thumb along his shaft, her thoughts sluggish. Guiding it to her pussy once more, she let out a soft moan as the tip pressed against her entrance.

Andrea moaned softly as she took him in her hand once more, this time rubbing his cock. It was funny, he thought, that he'd had sex before his first kiss! He braced his weight on his arms, looking down at her - at her face and her breasts—even as he felt the head of his cock against her slit once more.

He lowered his hips, letting his body weight push his cock into her. He had to thrust a few times, but eventually he was buried to the hilt once more, his balls pressed against her. "Beg me... beg me to do it to you..."

Andrea seemed to want to look into her eyes when he entered her once more. The moment his cock slipped inside her squeezed her eyes together and moaned softly. His thrust quickly had her tethering on edge once more. When he bottomed out she could feel him hit against her cervix again, his hot, hairy balls pressing against her, pulsing in tandem with the cock that was buried inside her.

Her son's voice was gentle, not even demanding. It still felt Sharon with shame, even when she was way too far gone at this point. Her eyes found Andrea's as she pleaded helplessly: "Please sweetheart... I... I need you so much!"

He shook his head. "Not those words. The other words. The dirty words." He flexed his cock inside of her, letting her feel every inch move at once. It was clear he was drawing inspiration from porn—but how badly did she want his cock?

Of course, in his age Andrea had probably watched enough adult content to form his own power fantasies. She was on the verge of refusing, but she couldn't. Not with her son's cock buried so deep inside her... not when she was this close. Closing her eyes she begged again: "Please... I need your cock... I... need you to fuck me..." Her cheeks burned from the shame. Only this once. Yes, just this one time.

Those were the words. So wrong, so dirty, coming from his mother like that. She needed not just him, but his cock... to fuck her. He moaned in response and started to thrust. It was much easier in this position, and with out the need to keep quiet. He assumed his father was away, otherwise she would have said something to him.

He started to thrust, harder and faster now, settling on moving half his length back and forth, each thrust resounding in a soft *smack* as their bodies came together repeatedly. He panted softly, occasionally moaning, quickly surpassing the thrusts from the night.

Sharon's nerves felt like they were on fire. With each thrust Andrea bestowed upon her she felt herself climbing higher, seeing stars as he pounded against her cervix with fervor. She wasn't able to keep quiet any longer, moaning and gasping with every hit of his hips, his balls slapping against her flesh.

She could feel it, the coiling in her stomach. Her legs quivered, as she circled them around him to gain some sense of stability. She was so close.

Andrea had no idea he was driving his mother over the edge. "You like that, huh, you like the way I'm fucking you? Your own son is fucking you?" He murmured down at her, watching her breasts jiggle with every thrust he made into her. He gritted his teeth together and started to thrust harder into her, an audible *smack* much louder than before as he really started to pummel into her.

"Andrea!", she called out, his words barely registering with her, "I'm... about..." Gods, he was right. She was fucking her son and couldn't help but love it. He picked up the pace, thrusting even harder and faster inside her. One deliberate hard pound send Sharon over the edge. "Andrea!" She practically yelled his name, as her inner walls clamped down hard on his cock inside her, clinging to her son for dear live as wave after wave washed over her.


A 16-year-old teen boy with a slim frame. He is influenced by porn fantasies, which suggests he has limited experience with real-life intimate relationships. His behavior during the encounter shows that he enjoys exploring different positions and desires his mother to use explicit language, indicating a bold and assertive personality when it comes to sexual experiences.

"Andrea!", she called out, his words barely registering with her, "I'm... about..." Gods, he was right. She was fucking her son and couldn't help but love it. He picked up the pace, thrusting even harder and faster inside her. One deliberate hard pound send Sharon over the edge. "Andrea!" She practically yelled his name, as her inner walls clamped down hard on his cock inside her, clinging to her son for dear live as wave after wave washed over her.

Andrea's mother called his name and came all over his cock. He kept thrusting, letting her ride the waves of pleasure that coiled from her body, his cock feeling like it was being milked by her inner walls.

He stared down at her face as she came, watching her face crease with pleasure. Pleasure that he had caused her, simply with his cock. He slowed his thrusts as she came down before pulling out, sitting back on his heels. "I want to do you from behind now... doggystyle I think... until I cum."


An attractive woman with a casual style, often seen in a black t-shirt and mid-thigh shorts. Her clothing choices reveal her cleavage, navel, and the curve of her hips. She has long golden hair that she typically wears in a ponytail, revealing her smooth neck and defined jawline. Personality-wise, Samantha is open-minded and comfortable around people she's close to. She's adventurous and curious by nature, always eager to explore new places or investigate suspicious activities. Despite being serious about her work, she knows how to relax and enjoy herself during leisure time. Her playful side comes out in her interactions with Jack, as evidenced by her teasing remarks and flirtatious behavior.

Samantha, and her partner Jack had been working together for nearly a year at Interpol, and finally decided to take a vacation from the crime scenes. A cruise beginning in Naples, Italy was just the ticket they needed to get away from the mysteries, murders, and criminals. They both boarded with their suitcases in hand, and went to their room to unpack and unwind from the trip there. The cruise ship was large, it was separated by many floors, and activity areas. The word magnificent didn't do it justice even, and it was quite clear they would enjoy their vacation. Pools, spas, events, the signature masquerade ball they held when docked in Venice, it was all so full of culture.

The room, when they got to it, was a decent size, and had two queen sized beds directly side by side. The room was fully equip with the essentials, bathroom, fridge, coffee maker, television, dresser, night stands, and so on. It was nice, they had just been expecting separate rooms, but it was indeed, a work paid vacation. Samantha was just happy to be there, and wanted to hurry up and get to exploring the many floors and activities. She wore a plain black t-shirt, which showed more cleavage then it should, and was too short on her, exposing her inward navel and smooth stomach which surrounded it. Her shorts were about mid-thigh length and showed off the curve of her hips nicely.

"This is pretty nice isn't it, Jack?" She asked, as she opened her suitcase and began putting her cloths away in the dresser by her bed. She didn't seem to mind him being there as she took out her unmentionables and placed them in the top drawer. That just seemed to be part of who she was though, she was very open with people she was close to, and Jack was no exception. She smiled wide, as he hazel eyes watched him, waiting for his response, her long, golden locks were pulled back in a pony tail as usual, revealing her long, smooth neck and defined jawline as she spoke.

The Italian Princess was quite a large ship in the eyes of Jack as he got out of the cab, collected his luggage, which consisted of his suitcase and laptop, and walked up the gangplank in front of them to check in with the purser. He had finished up a job in Rome, successfully, with the arrest of the leader of a group of art thieves. He followed his partner, Samantha up the gangplank, one of many on the starboard side of the ship as other passengers were boarding as well. The train ride from Rome to Naples was quite relaxing, as well, and it was like too good to be true, that Oscar Goldman, their contact with Interpol HQ had provided the tickets for the cruise.

Jack wore a pair of khaki trousers, matching comfortable shoes, and a button down, navy blue shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. He sat his suitcase on the bed next to Samantha's. He had admired her sexy legs, curved hips, as well as her deep inny belly button along the way on their trip. He was quite comfortable with her as a partner, though only working with her for about a year. He undid his suitcase and looked about Room 323 on the Ledo Deck. "Good old Oscar, saving the dollars as always," he smiled, as he watched her unpack. He checked about the room, investigator that he was, for anything suspicious, and found nothing that sent up a red flag. He sighed in relief as he also unpacked his suitcase, himself eager to relax from the rigors of the job. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew that this cruise was too good to be true. There was something more than met the eye.

Smiling, Samantha nodded in agreement, as she finished unpacking. Skidding her empty suitcase under the bed, she saw Jack's face, she knew exactly what he was doing. "Jack... quit working! I know that face. Keep the investigating to a minimum until something juicy pops up." She said, scolding him, her hands rested lightly on her hips. She knew the cruise was probably something more than a mere vacation, but she had every intention of enjoying it as long as she could, and she was determined to drag Jack along with her.

"Come on, let's go explore! I'm sure you are dying to get a look around too. We may even find a crime scene if your lucky." She teased, winking at him as she sat on her bed and waited for him to finish unpacking. She wondered what the first activity that night would be, since the masquerade was two nights away, what else could they have planned? She grabbed a brochure from the nightstand, looking through to the activities section, smiling, she looked at Jack once more. "Apparently there is going to be a dinner and magic show tonight, with dancers and so on." She said, excited by all the possibilities of things that could go array.

Jack rolled his eyes and nodded. He knew she was right, about the always working part. He watched her put her hands on her hips, he liked that about her. His relationship with Samantha was quite different from previous partners, something about her had grown on him and he was very comfortable about her, as if they had been together more than just the year they were working together. He continued to unpack his clothing, and then slid his practically empty suitcase under the bed, his laptop the only thing inside the suitcase.

He listened to her as he saw her browse through the brochure that was in their room. "Dinner and magic show, sounds quite nice. Do you believe in all that hocus pocus, it is quite entertaining." He sat on her bed beside her, and moved his left arm around her shoulders. He looked over the brochure over her right shoulder as he cuddled her close to him. "Ready to explore when you are, partner."

Samantha smiled as he got closer, and pointed to the event page for him to see. "I know it's just show, but it is fun to pretend." She said, nudging him teasingly. She stood up, dragging him to his feet with her, smiling wide, "Let's go explore!" She said winking up at him, as she pulled him along to the door by his arm.

She pulled his arm closer to her breasts, his hand ran across her bare belly button, as they left their room. Heading to the activities area, she noticed men carrying cargo boxes into a door marked as 'Do Not Enter' Enter' and she slowed down, her curiosity getting the best of her. She had a bad habit of following large scary men into dark off limit places. Looking up at her partner with a determined expression, it was obvious she wanted to follow them to where ever they were going.

Jack loved the nudge and followed willingly to the cabin door. Once out of the room, he was beside her along the passage way, his right index finger played with her belly button and outlined its shape. There was not a gap between them as he walked with her down the hallway and towards the activities area. He noticed that they slowed down when Samantha saw the two longshoremen carry the cargo boxes through the doorway. His interest was also piqued as he watched the men, well built from days on end of dealing with heavy cargo boxes, disappear into the room.

His expression was equally determined, "Stop working, least for now, you own words, Sam," he had started calling her that for short. "That is for later," he then winked and cuddled her close as he continued towards the activities area. Jack admired Samantha's curiosity, yet if this was more than just a chance vacation, he wanted them to blend into things about the ship. There would be plenty of time for stealthing. By the time the activities area was reached, the ship had left its berth and was out into the bay heading for open water, as they left Naples.

Samantha pouted and followed him along to the activities deck, she watched as they got farther and farther from the door. "Damn... but how can I have any fun with that... they were all big and suspicious..." She said, sticking her tongue at him playfully, as the entered the dinning hall where dinner would later be held. It was large, and full of staff members who were setting up the decorations and stage area. It seemed as though everyone was happily busy preparing something, so Samantha pulled Jack back out towards the bar area.

"Wanna grab drinks? Since it's Italy I can legally drink~" she sang happily, hoping he wouldn't shoot her idea down. She was hoping for a few peach ballini, and she'd sneak back to get some without him if he refused her. She smiled, her expression made it clear she would accept anything less than a yes.

Jack scrunched his nose while he looked at her, "Don't worry Samantha, as resourceful as you are, you'll figure out a way to double back there," then playfully stuck his tongue out back at her. Jack whistled when he saw the size of the main dining room and stage. "Wow," he uttered as he watched the staff and stage technicians at work. The magician's equipment already on stage and in place.

Jack smiled and looked at her, "You're legal anywhere in Europe, not just Italy, my sexy partner," then smiled, "Let's find us a bar, your first peach ballini is on me," then tapped her butt playfully as he headed back out into the arcade to find a bar.

Smiling wide at his acceptance, she winked at him as he popped her rear, and walked onward as they looked for the bar. It wasn't long before they found it, apparently they had numerous bars, this one was a larger one. The floor was a soft, plush, red carpet, while the walls were an ashen gray color. The bar itself was glass, with black iron accents, and plush looking bar stools.

As they both took a stool, the bartender happily walked over to them, he was obviously Italian. The dark curls, dark skin, and the ruthless flirtatious behavior. He winked at Samantha while he asked her partner what he could get them, obviously looking her over from head to toe. She seemed oblivious to this though, she was more into the bars decor and the soon-to-be-hers soon-to-be-hers peach ballini. She put her arm on her partners shoulder, looking at him happily, as she waited for him to order.

This was one of many along the arcade and throughout the ship. Jack took notice of the flirting bartender, after they had sat down. He also took notice of Samantha's shirt riding up her back as well as her shorts slid down when she sat on the comfortable bar stool. The bartender's name tag read, "Paul" and then glanced over at Samantha as he felt her leaning on his shoulder. He loved her look, she was definitely happy, then focused back on the waiting bartender, as he put a 50 dollar bill on the counter. "Boilermaker for me and peach ballini for my girl. Oh, and Paul, you make that peach ballini just right, I'm sure she'll want another, on you." He looked at Samantha and winked, then watched the bartender go make their drinks.

Jack glanced around the bar as well, then his eye caught sight of a sign on an easel in one of the corners. "Look Samantha, not only a magic show, masquerade party, but a fashion show as well." He then saw that Paul brought their drinks. "Here's to a good time," he slugged down the shot of bourbon and then followed with a sip of the draft beer from the half liter beer glass. "This could be the start of a thunder run some night," he winked at Samantha as he sipped on his beer.

Samantha smiled happily and kissed Jack's cheek when he called her 'his girl', and watched as the bartender made their drinks. When she got her drink, she sipped it happily, "Mmm this is fantastic!" She said, taking a few more sips. The sweet warmth from her drink filled her stomach, makin Her lean back in her chair, revealing her belly button, and it stretched upward.

"I love this, this vacation will be amazing, crimes or no crimes." She said, looking at her partner, feeling completely relaxed, "After we finish our few drinks, let's go get fancy for dinner, wanna?" She asked, winking at him playfully, sipping more of her drink, slowly finishing it off. Looking at the bartender, she batted her eyes flirtatiously, and held up her empty glass. He rolled his eyes, but started making her a new drink, giving her a wink as he handed it to her.

Jack sipped on his beer as he saw her belly button exposed and in a stretched vertical oval. "I love it too, and you're my girl unless you tell me otherwise," he leaned over and kissed her cheek back. He could tell she was enjoying the time on the ship as well as the peach ballini. Some other customers started to come into the bar off the arcade, and Paul attended to them.

He watched and smiled as Paul made her another drink. "Told ya Paul my man, you won your way into her heart, via peach ballinis," and then looked at Samantha. "Works for me, can't wait to see you all fancied up." Jack finished his beer, and left a nice tip for Paul, before he headed out into the arcade and back towards the room.

Finishing her second drink, Samantha stood, and followed him back to the room. Smiling the whole time, until she noticed a man in a white tux leaving from that same door the cargo men had went through. "Jack... did you see the guy?" She asked, whispering in his ear as they walked on. The man had noticed her eyeing him curiously, and rushed on his way. It peeked her curiosity further, and the warmth of the alcohol has just added to her urges to follow.

When they returned to the room, her mind was engulfed with thoughts of that door, the cargo men, and the man in the white tux. Without warning, she removed her shirt, revealing her black, laced bra, and bare stomach. Then removing her shorts, she revealed her matching black laced underwear. She fished through her drawer, looking for the black dress she had thrown in, "I bet they are up to something Jack..." She mumbled, her rear was up somewhat as she leaned over her dresser, fishing around.


A well-dressed man, often seen in khaki trousers and navy blue shirts. He carries himself with an air of comfort and confidence, especially around his partner Samantha. His investigative nature is evident in his actions, often checking for anything suspicious even when off-duty. Despite being a work-oriented person, he knows how to unwind and enjoy leisure time. His interactions with Samantha suggest that he's comfortable expressing affection and teasingly playful at times. He seems to be an observant person, noticing details about people and their behaviors quickly.

Finishing her second drink, Samantha stood, and followed him back to the room. Smiling the whole time, until she noticed a man in a white tux leaving from that same door the cargo men had went through. "Jack... did you see the guy?" She asked, whispering in his ear as they walked on. The man had noticed her eyeing him curiously, and rushed on his way. It peeked her curiosity further, and the warmth of the alcohol has just added to her urges to follow.

When they returned to the room, her mind was engulfed with thoughts of that door, the cargo men, and the man in the white tux. Without warning, she removed her shirt, revealing her black, laced bra, and bare stomach. Then removing her shorts, she revealed her matching black laced underwear. She fished through her drawer, looking for the black dress she had thrown in, "I bet they are up to something Jack..." She mumbled, her rear was up somewhat as she leaned over her dresser, fishing around.

Jack also took notice of the man in the white tux, and watched him leave quickly once he had came out of the room. "Yeah, think you may be right Samantha, we'll keep an out for him." He was starting to get back into that work mode gradually as things started to add up. He followed Samantha into their room, and shut the door. He smiled as he watched her take off her shirt, and reveal her black laced bra, belly and belly button. He unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it from his trousers, revealing his hairy chest as well as his belly button, a deep inny the size of a quarter. He removed his shirt, trousers, and tossed them aside.

He started to look for his dinner suit that he had hung up in the closet, albeit with a glance back at Samantha as he watched her search for her black dress. He started to visualize her in that dress, as well as admire the top of her butt crack showing from her slid down panties. "So, partner, any ideas of what you're having for dinner tonight?" he talked as he took out his suit and laid it on the bed.


A cold and detached individual, driven solely by his scientific goals and indifferent to the well-being or objections of others. He lacks empathy and displays a clinical approach to his work, showing little concern for the discomfort or potential harm inflicted on Arianna. His calculated actions and unyielding demeanor suggest a meticulous and methodical personality.

"You are the cure for a disease, miss," Ambrosia said to Arianna, leaning forward just a little in his chair. "You and young, fertile women like yourself are the cure. It is difficult now, but we have found way forward."

He stood as Arianna began to struggle once more, walking with a calm, measured pace toward the vials. "You should stop struggling, miss," Ambrosia cautioned. "I have been authorized to use whatever methods I deem appropriate in order to restrain you." GenCorp had been very generous in how they allowed Ambrosia to use their technology. The source of that bright light which so blinded Arianna was also a rather sophisticated computer of Ambrosia's own design. It monitored the readings of the patient, but was also a very useful assistant when called upon. What at first appeared to be brackets which held the light to the wall were in reality highly articulated digits. It also held a wide variety of testing implements, to gauge the effectiveness of the various injections which the women were subjected to.

Taking a tray, the doctor took what he deemed to be an appropriate number of doses. "I do hope that you do not experience any unexpected reactions," confessed the man, returning to his seat. "Now, unless you calm down, miss, I am going to have to restrain you further. There is no use resisting any longer."

As the man spoke, he filled up the first syringe of serum, the one to make her more susceptible to pregnancy and to make that pregnancy gestate more quickly. He looked up at her with those keen eyes, waiting to see just what her reaction would be. Not that he expected somebody with a temper like hers to submit after only a few minutes. She would learn. Unfortunately, by the time they learned, they were often of little use.

Arianna shook her head. "I am not the cure!" she cried. "Not a moral one, anyways! Find a cure like a vaccination! Not breeding with fertile women!" She was panicking, her heart pounding. His machine would pick up her increased adrenaline levels, her rapid heart rate. She watched as he went to get the doses she would need. She wailed and shook her head. "No!" the girl cried. She kept pulling on her restraints, stretching them and trying to slip her hands through them. The girl was strong when she was frightened. She didn't want to be a part of an experiment.

"Unexpected reactions?" she demanded. "That's not safe! What if you kill me?" Her voice was shrill and panicked, and she shook her head wildly, still fighting to free herself. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. "Please!" She needed to reach some lick of humanity within this man, some sliver of hope that he would free her. She growled as she looked at the syringe filled with serum, the air pushed out of it. She bit her lip. "Don't put that in me!" She was fighting hard enough to start rubbing too hard on her wrists and ankles. She was starting to get red marks where the straps were.

"Your death would be unfortunate, miss," Ambrosia said, coming over next to Arianna. "You would not, however, be the first one to have such a result." Whatever she tried, it seemed that Arianna could not break through whatever shell Ambrosia had put up around his soul. Maybe he knew something she did not, or maybe he honestly believed there was no better way. Whatever the case, he betrayed none of his own inner thoughts or emotions as Arianna pleaded with him to not do what was about to happen.

The first hint of emotion in the man came when he saw Arianna beginning to injure herself as she fought against her restraints. "Computer," he said aloud. "Protocol zero zero one."

There was a quiet whirring sound, and the machine detached itself from the wall like some giant spider, descending from a cord of wires toward her. As it neared, those limbs spread, multi-pronged digits closing around her shoulders, wrists, forearms, ankles, shins and thighs, holding the young woman firmly in place.

"I told you not to resist," Ambrosia said, leaning down to inspect her injuries. Deciding that she was not seriously hurt, Ambrosia pulled Arianna's shirt sleeve up, exposing her arm. "You may feel a slight pinch," he said to her, moments before the fine needle slid beneath her skin, the fluid entering her body in a rush. "The computer will monitor your results," he explained as he straightened, heading to retrieve the next serum, which would induce lactation in her body. "But please inform me if you feel any odd reactions. Symptoms are always needed for proper research."

The robotic limbs continued to hold Arianna firmly in place. They were cold, but had the feel of scales against her skin, almost fluid and terribly capable of overpowering her.

Arianna looked up at him in disgust and distress. He didn't care if she died. He didn't care about her safety. She shook her head as she stared up at him. How could he be so heartless?

The girl's head turned when she heard a whirring. She gave a frightened cry when she saw the spider-like thing descending toward her. She fought and struggled, before she felt it grab onto her, holding down wherever it could. She was soon unable to move except to turn her head and wiggle a little. She wailed and shook her head. "Let me go!" she protested. The girl didn't take kindly to being immobile.

She looked over at him, still desperately trying to fight as the man lifted up her shirt sleeve to gain access to her arm. She shook her head and growled, her heart pounding. She felt a pinch as the needle entered her skin, and she bit her lip as she waited. She whimpered and shook her head. She didn't want to know what these were when she was given them. She was afraid that would activate symptoms sooner.

As he continued to prepare the next syringe, she frowned and tried to squirm. She felt a sort of tightening in her gut. She bit her lip quietly and stared up at the bright light. "My... like... my groin and gut are kinda... tight?" She wasn't really sure how to describe it, but she didn't like it. She hoped that was normal. She bit her lip and looked over at him, still unhappily trying to fight the spider-computer holding her down.

"That is quite normal," Ambrosia said to her as he prepared the second syringe. "Headaches are not good, however. Do let me know if you begin to get a headache in the back of your head, as it is a precursor to aneurysm in some patients." He looked over at Arianna, at the way in which she was restrained, cocked his head to one side ever so slightly. "You really should stop struggling, miss. You are likely to harm yourself."

He approached her once more, this time the opposite arm, to give her a little time to recover on the other side. "There will be some discomfort in your chest after a little while," he explained, as he pulled up her other sleeve. "Which is quite normal after this serum. Your breasts will begin to fill with milk. If you are not milked regularly, it will become rather painful."

He slid the needle in again, the fluid entering her veins. "At least these are the worse ones," Ambrosia said to her, throwing the needle away. "The others should be better for you, miss." The ones that increased her bust size and increased sensitivity. "As long as the reactions go normally, anyhow."


A strong-willed and determined woman who is resistant to being controlled or used as an experimental subject. She has a rebellious and defiant attitude, expressing her fear and frustration openly. Her emotional reactions and determination imply a resilient and spirited demeanor.

"That is quite normal," Ambrosia said to her as he prepared the second syringe. "Headaches are not good, however. Do let me know if you begin to get a headache in the back of your head, as it is a precursor to aneurysm in some patients." He looked over at Arianna, at the way in which she was restrained, cocked his head to one side ever so slightly. "You really should stop struggling, miss. You are likely to harm yourself."

He approached her once more, this time the opposite arm, to give her a little time to recover on the other side. "There will be some discomfort in your chest after a little while," he explained, as he pulled up her other sleeve. "Which is quite normal after this serum. Your breasts will begin to fill with milk. If you are not milked regularly, it will become rather painful."

He slid the needle in again, the fluid entering her veins. "At least these are the worse ones," Ambrosia said to her, throwing the needle away. "The others should be better for you, miss." The ones that increased her bust size and increased sensitivity. "As long as the reactions go normally, anyhow."

Arianna frowned. Great, now she was paranoid about getting a headache. She hoped that if she did have an aneurysm, he'd be able to stop it. She squirmed and whimpered, looking up at him as he prepared the second syringe, looking entirely unconcerned that the girl was terrified and frustrated. She shook her head. "I think it takes movement to harm myself. I have very little of that right now!"

She felt him go to her opposite arm, and the girl turned her head to look at him, biting her lip. She winced as the needle slid into her skin and the cold fluid entered her veins, making her cringe a little in discomfort. She didn't want to be milked. She didn't want to produce milk. She waited, feeling her chest start to tighten and change. She whimpered a little, feeling like her breasts were more sensitive. She looked up at him with her wide eyes, again trying to pull her body from the grip of the restraints and the spider-computer.

"Why can't you find women who are willing to help find a cure?" she demanded. She didn't want to help strangers start the new, immune generation. She gritted her teeth unhappily. "Let me go." She was apparently still quite adamant about freedom. She clenched her fists as she looked at the next syringe. She swallowed uncomfortably. How soon would they give her to a client?


A 16 years old with a stunning appearance that she is well aware of. She wears lingerie, stockings, and heels that are considered inappropriate for her age. Her personality is dominant and assertive, as she takes control during the intimate encounter with Alex. She has high expectations from her lovers and aims to train them into perfection. Talia also seems to enjoy manipulating others, as evidenced by her attempts to turn Alex against his wife during their rendezvous.

Had her lips not been busy, Talia would have smirked triumphantly. She knew he was going to choose her; he was always going to choose her. It was a fate written indelibly in the stars. On their way to the hotel Alex melted into her embrace, mouths and tongues and teeth exploring one another like the strangers they had been for far too long. At one point she found herself straddling his lap, blanket forgotten on the floor, grinding against his bare cock through her panties. At one point she glanced up, however, and slid out of his lap before warning him to put himself back together.

In the hotel they took separate elevators. It wouldn't do for her classmates or worse, Mr. Henderson, to walk onto the elevator and in the best case scenario catch them both well dressed and looking thoroughly tousled. She met Alex with a giggle on the top floor and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward his room. While he fumbled for his key she leaned against the door coyly. "Last chance," she warned with a wink. They both knew he wouldn't take it.

With a flurry of activity his shirt came off, then his undershirt. His shoes. Her dress. She stood in her lingerie, stockings, and heels, rather inappropriate for a sixteen-year-old girl but a gift from a certain Rabbi Morganstein that she had gladly accepted. Talia pushed him gently against the wall and unbuckled his belt again.

"I want to give you a gift, Alex," she purred as she sneaked his pants and underwear down around his hips. "A very rare gift you'll have a chance to earn in the future, so don't take it for granted." She smirked before kneeling down in front of him. Her lips left a crimson stain at the base of his shaft as she moaned and swallowed carefully around his cock, taking all of it easily. Her fingers gripped his base firmly as she moved her head up and down his throbbing shaft, running her tongue in serpentine patterns along the underside. All the time she looked up at him with her eyes, gauging how close he was.

Once he was close, she was suddenly gone. Talia brought her lips off of his head with a soft pop and stood up, looking expectant. "Don't you have anything for me?" she demanded, hands on her hips. It was a decent way to ease him into it, to pretend at first that it was all a game.

The rest of the ride seemed to fly by. Alex lost track of time, lost in the taste of her lips and the feeling of her body pressed against him. He was a bit confused as the carriage came to a stop. He stumbled out of the carriage, trying his best to adjust himself as he watched her disappear into the hotel. He hurried inside, taking the nearest elevator up to his floor. As the doors opened she was standing there, waiting for him. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to his room. The door seemed to fight him but he eventually got it open, the two of them stumbling inside as they are wrapped up in a kiss again.

They stripped quickly, their clothes being tossed around like a tornado hit the room when they were gone. She finally saw him in all his "glory". It was obvious he worked out and just as obvious that he didn't do it enough. A well muscled chest slowly was giving way to a small gut. But he was still a good looking man. Unlike her, who was still blooming. She was stunning, and she knew it. She approaches him, her hips swinging as she sunk down to her knees, teasing him as she took his hard cock in her mouth. He wasn't huge. But he was definitely above average. Around 7 inches with a decent girth. He'd never had any complaints from any of his partners.

He groaned as she easily took his whole length, leaving red lipstick stains along the length. She was a wizard with that mouth. He was already close from all that teasing but she skillfully brought him closer. And then she abandoned him. He let out a pained whine as she popped off and stood up, demanding a present. He rushed over to her, crashing his lips against hers as they tumbled to the bed, his cock slapping against her taut stomach as he attempted to line himself with her hole. He wasn't thinking clearly at this point, his cock doing all the thinking for him now. He needed release and he needed it now.

He finally found what he was looking for and he sighed as he eased himself inside her. It had been so long that he almost wept with joy.

There was room for improvement. Talia demanded the best from her lovers, and while Alex was close she would have to discipline him into perfection. It shouldn't take too long; he seemed eager enough. He whined when she pulled away, and more than happily rushed to her when she demanded something in return. She took him into her arms with a small *oof* and gripped his shoulders as he eased himself into her. Talia moaned gently and let her head fall back in relief as he moved inside her. She had abstained for nearly four days in anticipation of tonight; it made it even better than she had thought.

She allowed Alex to move inside her, moving over her, moaning as they melted together in passion. But she was impatient, and at this point certain that he wouldn't quite care who was on top. Talia tightened her thighs around his hips and tensed her muscles, flipping them so that she was on top. God this was it! Her head hung back and she moaned, louder this time, as she rode his cock. Her nails dug into his shoulders and left angry red streaks down his chest.

"Alex..." she moaned, moving her hips and taking him inside her again. "Oh God Alex fuck me..." Talia's hair hung in waves over her shoulders as she leaned over him and gripped his hair. With one hand she closed her fist around the hair against his scalp, with the other she moved one of his hands to her clit. "Fuck yes... hmmm... God yes... oh Alex..."

Alex kissed her, not caring about anything anymore. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, drunk on her. They kissed as they tumbled to the mattress, Alex's cock buried deep inside her young pussy. He began pumping away before he let out an 'oh' of surprise as she skillfully flipped them over, landing on top of him as she began to ride his cock. His hands went up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples as she dug her nails into his shoulders and chest.

The sounds she was making were heavenly and he wanted to hear more. He started to thrust up into her, pinching her nipples as he leaned up to kiss her, his hair in her hand. He let her guide one hand to her clit, starting to rub it in small circles as his cock pounded up into her, meeting her downward thrusts.

"Fuck. You're so tight," he moaned, lost in the moment with her. "So much better than her." He couldn't even say his wife's name at the moment, focused on the young, passionate woman on top of him.

"Say that again," Talia panted, riding him harder. Her walls had clenched momentarily around him at the revelation that already she had turned him against his wife. "Tell me again Alex."

She crushed a kiss to his lips, her teeth scraping against his skin, as she brought herself down on him harder, faster than before. She leaned her forehead against his, panting, and stared intensely into his eyes. How much would she have to train him? How willing was he to do whatever she said, whenever she said it?

"Beg me," she commanded softly before interrupting herself with a moan as his fingers found just the right place. "Beg me to let you cum. Show me how badly you want it. Oh God Alex I want to hear you beg..."


A man with a well-muscled chest that is slowly giving way to a small gut, indicating that he works out but not consistently enough. He has an above-average sized penis and has had multiple sexual partners in the past. His personality appears to be submissive, as he allows Talia to dominate him during their intimate encounter. He is easily swayed by his desires and loses focus on other aspects of his life when consumed by lust.

"Say that again," Talia panted, riding him harder. Her walls had clenched momentarily around him at the revelation that already she had turned him against his wife. "Tell me again Alex."

She crushed a kiss to his lips, her teeth scraping against his skin, as she brought herself down on him harder, faster than before. She leaned her forehead against his, panting, and stared intensely into his eyes. How much would she have to train him? How willing was he to do whatever she said, whenever she said it?

"Beg me," she commanded softly before interrupting herself with a moan as his fingers found just the right place. "Beg me to let you cum. Show me how badly you want it. Oh God Alex I want to hear you beg..."

Alex wasn't paying attention, focused on fucking her deep and hard. He gripped her hips, slamming deep into her as she leaned down to kiss him. It felt so good to be having sex again. For the first time in a few weeks. His balls were full and aching to burst.

He groaned as she clenched down on him, massaging his cock with her tight walls. He arched his back, pressing as deep as he could. But he couldn't quite get the power that he wanted. He held her hips as he rolled them again, ending up on top this time.

He looked down at her as he used his newfound leverage to really drive his cock deep inside her.


An Ectoplast, a gelatinous creature with tentacles capable of stimulating and pleasuring its partners. It has a transparent slime body that adds to its allure during intimate encounters. Zeke is responsive to the desires of others and enjoys engaging in lustful activities, taking pleasure in both giving and receiving sensual touches. Its ability to adapt and respond to its partner's needs showcases an attentive nature in these erotic situations.

She was definitely not alone. In this room many other girls were being pulled in or surrounded in some way. There was a shorter dark-haired girl who had an Ecto with gelatinous wings wrapped around her with ends like fingers caressing over her body. Of course there were the three girls still held to the wall by a large slime that pressed in all around them and was now plunging into their holes at the same time. There was a taller girl slumped into a chair with a smaller compressed slime Ecto that fit almost like one of those one-piece swimsuits over sensitive spots of her body and was vibrating and squeezing around her. There were many visible examples of young witches being swallowed by their gooey partners.

Zeke was definitely loving hearing those little squeals and moans from her. Abbey had a very erotic-sounding voice. The lower tentacle circled around her womanhood, just rubbing around the space between her legs, before sliding in to press and grin against her once more. The attention on her breasts never stopped as they were squeezed around to push out more prominently. This made her hardened nipples show even more and so tentacle tips laid over them and sucked the solid peaks in, seeming to wetly suck on them as the tentacle pulsed in and out around them. Now her second leg was getting pulled into his mass as he stretched up and out, expanding and looming over her much like how men would flex their abs with effort. Except this effort was so she could be pulled into aphrodisiac slime and brought to wild heights of pleasure. For now he only engulfed around her knees and below yet it was clear that he was going to slid upward.

Much louder moans escaped Abbey's lips as she felt Zeke teasing her slit, rubbing up against her latex encased clit while, all along, caressing her large perky F cup breasts through the thin latex which now clung to them tightly. She could feel her other leg get pulled into the warm viscous goo as her arousal seemed to grow even more intense. And the sight of all these other latex clad witches being taken, writhing in pleasure only added to her desire. The sight of all these latex clad witches in wonderfully tight latex being engulfed and tentacled was by far the most erotic thing Abbey had ever seen, had ever imagined.

She blushed as she spied the three witches against the wall, the small pin prick holes between their legs distended and now open wide as the clear blob that had engulfed them was fucking them. It made it look like they were getting fucked by an invisible ghost. Abbey could even see the latex of their vaginal sheaths pushed deep inside of them. Abbey's black latex gloved fingers would roam and caress Zeke's slime covered main body, her fingers slipping and sliding over the gelatinous body.

All of these enticing moans coming from her were great encouragement to Zeke. His body rippled as though he were trembling with desire, his eyes on her there pressed to the table and squirming around with great enjoyment. And he was getting excited in much the same way as she was. The sights and sounds of so many witches and Ectoplasts embracing in lust and moaning and squishing made him so hot, so horny. Specifically he noticed the way Abbey gazed at the three pinned witches who were crying out with blissful expressions and smiled. The tentacle pushed more firmly between her legs, widening that concealed entrance. "It's incredibly sexy, isn't it? Makes you want to be just like them." He teased a bit with a smile.

At the feeling of gentle fingers playing over his chest Zeke would shiver again and groan. His eyes closed as he just took it in, the way she touched him. The tentacles wrapped around her breasts squeezed in again as a clear sign of appreciation. Then his body continued to slide forward again, pulling at her legs. Until the warm goo went over her slit, engulfed her entire lower body now. It quivered and shifted around her as he moaned again. It felt like something were spreading her lower lips out, and then a then something pushed that thin film covering into her pussy. It was slow and playful, with the clear implication that he could do more.

"Awww... fuck..." moaned Abbey as she felt Zeke teasing her latex clad sex by pushing ever so slightly harder against the thin latex, threatening to push the thin stretchy membrane into her. She could feel her tight wet lips begin to widen... And the feeling on her large perky F cup breasts was out of this world. Abbey had played with her breasts before, but this was so much better somehow. Was it the latex? Was it the effects of the slime? It didn't matter to her, all she knew is that it felt great. But the best came when Abbey's hips slipped into Zeke's gelatinous body and when the living slime on the inside began pushing into her, far enough to part her latex clad lips, far enough to cause some of the stretchy latex sheath to begin sliding into her.

"AWWWW... YESSS!!!!" she cried in ecstasy. Her voice would add itself to a chorus of voices as feminine moans, grunts, squeals and screams would mix in with a cacophony of wet slurping and sucking sounds that filled the room, although some voices would be quickly silenced as some of the latex clad witches were entirely engulfed into Ectoplasts. Thankfully, their magical full face mask ensured they could still breathe normally even when totally immersed in slime.

Her ecstasy was infectious, the pleasure as her latex-coated body squirmed before him. It was nearly like she wasn't wearing anything at all, her body still soft and warm under his own. Zeke breathed in deeper with lust, his tentacles holding her body against the wooden table. Two tentacles stayed on her tits, making them swell and push outward tantalizingly as they were rubbed and groped. Another two curled around her arms and over her palms, holding her there. Licking his lips as he watched her, such an erotic and exciting woman, Zeke savored being with her here.

The pushing in against her pussy quickly turned to full penetration, the goo that pushed into her getting thicker and forcing the sheath up into her body. Protection came so easily and yet it was still a slight touch of goo into her sensitive insides. And like the women against the wall this insertion could be seen through his gelatinous body as she was opened wider and slime thrust inside her and then pulled out to repeat the process. Slick noises came from there now like so many others who were part of the frenzy. And like other Ectos Zeke was roughly groaning and his body seemed to vibrate around her lower half.


A witch with large, perky F cup breasts and a body that looks stunning in her skintight latex catsuit. She has an erotic-sounding voice and isn't shy about expressing her pleasure during intimate moments. Her adventurous nature leads her to explore new sensations, and she finds herself incredibly aroused by the sight of others engaging in similar experiences.

Her ecstasy was infectious, the pleasure as her latex-coated body squirmed before him. It was nearly like she wasn't wearing anything at all, her body still soft and warm under his own. Zeke breathed in deeper with lust, his tentacles holding her body against the wooden table. Two tentacles stayed on her tits, making them swell and push outward tantalizingly as they were rubbed and groped. Another two curled around her arms and over her palms, holding her there. Licking his lips as he watched her, such an erotic and exciting woman, Zeke savored being with her here.

The pushing in against her pussy quickly turned to full penetration, the goo that pushed into her getting thicker and forcing the sheath up into her body. Protection came so easily and yet it was still a slight touch of goo into her sensitive insides. And like the women against the wall this insertion could be seen through his gelatinous body as she was opened wider and slime thrust inside her and then pulled out to repeat the process. Slick noises came from there now like so many others who were part of the frenzy. And like other Ectos Zeke was roughly groaning and his body seemed to vibrate around her lower half.

Getting pinned against the table, her black latex gloved arms pinned to the table above her head by a pair of gelatinous tentacles, Abbey moans raised up by an octave as Zeke's slime pushed into her. Abbey had used dildos before, but it never felt like this, not even close. The feeling of the warm squishy intruder pushing the latex into her felt impossibly good as her tight wet lips were stretched open. Zeke's transparent slime body made it trivial for anyone looking at Abbey to discern the nearly invisible pin prick hole between her latex clad legs spread open. It was almost as though some invisible ghost had just penetrated Abbey. The purple latex could clearly been seen pushed all the way inside of her.

"AWWWW! AWWWWW!" Abbey cried in delight as the slime tentacle reached deep inside of her, squirming and undulating, stimulating her in ways a dildo or a cock could never achieve. Her hips would tremble with raw lust as Zeke's gelatinous body vibrated, the sensation easily transferring through Abbey's thin skintight latex catsuit, hiding none of the sensation from her. Her hips would start to gyrate lewdly, her back arching as waves and waves of pleasure crashed into her each time Zeke pushed into her.


A tall and imposing woman, her physique muscular yet feminine, radiating dominance and power. Her long hair cascades down her back, adding to her striking appearance. She has bright eyes that seem to sparkle with mischief and cruelty in equal measures. As a personality, Wonder Woman is assertive and controlling, taking pleasure in the domination and humiliation of others. She displays an element of sadism in the joy she derives from Lady Midnight's discomfort. Despite this harsh exterior, she exhibits a certain charm that allows her to manipulate those around her effectively. This duality makes her character both compelling and unsettling.

"Well done!", applauded Wonder Woman as the thief finished the long line of hands in front of them. "Thank you for the assistance and enjoy a productive time, dames! As for you, let's walk!"

Clicking again, as if calling a pet to her, the heroine straightened Lady Midnight up and yanked the rope, pulling her along as she began to strut on the edge of the pier. "One of my places is some ways off from here, uphill. People must surely be out enjoying such a splendid night. How are you feeling? Want me to show you off in public and spare yourself some humility later, or would you rather offer me added obeisance in private for the luxury of keeping a bit of your shame to myself, hmm? Also, has that thing made you cum yet?"

The amazon reached behind and played with the dildo, wiggling it inside her captive's ass.

Lady Midnight stared at the ground as Wonder Woman said her goodbye, trying pretend this isn't really happening, and trying not to make little moans from the plug trembling in her ass. "You... you let them go? But you.. you do this to me?" She said, trying to sound strong, but instead the words came out as a little whimper.

With the heels on she couldn't walk very fast, even though she wished she could hurry and get this over with. Instead every step enforced the swaying of her hips, the bouncing of her breasts and... and the movement f the thing in her ass. "H... how do you think I'm feeling?" She hissed, "Humiliated, embarrassed, ashamed..."

She left out aroused, of course. There was no way this should be stimulating her like it was! And then there was another question to deal with. Whatever her reply was it would be humiliating... and there was no way to tell which was worse. After all, she'd expected this to be the lesser option than jail... "I'd rather be with you..." She moaned, "A... and no, I ha... haven't cum yet..."

Her juices were running down her thighs, but she'd managed to maintain some control. Having the plug wiggled in her ass made that so much harder and she squealed again, rising on her tiptoes to try and avoid the stimulus as it brought her oh so close to a messy climax...

"Of course I'm doing this to you, little bitch. You deserve it..."

Wonder Woman smiled as she said those words, pressing her nose romantically into the side of Lady Midnight's face. She then leaned into the captive's ear, allowing her warm breath to fall upon its lobe. She whispered: "You are a worthless slut. Not even fit to lick my boots." Then, with a wink and a tug of the rope, the amazon made a clicking sound with her tongue, as if beckoning a pet. She continued to walk along the pier, spanking the dildo whirring inside the thief's ass for good measure. "Your juices are likely to trail all the way to the promenade. Imagine the press writing about that particular feat!"

The Purple Moon, as it was unofficially called, rose some distance from the pier. One had to walk up the streets trailing the cliffside that faced the ocean, eventually reaching a vantage secluded by trees from the rest of the city. It was not a great separation, and one could at times glimpse at the lights, sounds and smells of the popular tourist boulevards through the small forest. The place itself was a famous gathering area for same-sex couples, women in particular, and that night was no different from the usual. Goth, business and casual, innocent and slutty, the ladies gazed at the ocean. Some stood by the concrete railing framing the walkway's edge, others sat on benches under the crowns of trees or strolled along the alleyways leading in and out of the forest. It was a serene and welcoming gathering, quiet aside of giggling and the occasional warm whisper or sloppy kiss. Wonder Woman's voice was like thunder, as she approached with her prize: "Evening, ladies! May we join you?"

Lady Midnight wasn't sure what she did deserve. Prison time possibly... but not this abject humiliation she was receiving. It was far too late to back out now, but a prison sentence now seemed like the better option. There was no way she could resist the intimate way Wonder Woman lent into her, whispered into her ear, making her squirm... the tone of the voice almost sensual, seductive, with the words deeply unsettling.

She didn't respond, and tried to keep her silence as she tottered behind the amazon, trying desperately to keep some form of control. Trying to resist the humiliating climax that continually threatened to overcome her. Trying to keep from moaning...

The little thief became increasingly desperate as the walk continued, on and on... any attempt to stop and regain control was met with a sharp tug of the leash. It meant she paid little attention to where they were going, only that the walk seemed to take forever. She was barely aware of their location, when her captor stopped and shouted.

At the sound of her voice everyone stopped to look at them, at her... and with a despairing moan, she climaxed, wobbling on the heels until they collapsed beneath her and she sank to her knee's still cumming, but unbearably humiliated.

"My girlfriend... she's a bit of an exhibitionist...", said Wonder Woman, smiling innocently at the audience. She opened her legs and posed with the rope held behind her back, mesmerizing the gathering with her bright eyes. "I promised that for her birthday I'd give her the best orgasm a woman could dream of, and an audience to witness it."

"That's so sweet of you!", came a voice from the group, and the ladies cheered and clapped, unaware of what was truly happening. "She's exhausted. May we rest a bit on one of the benches? Thank you!"

No sooner did the amazon ask, that a place was already cleared for her, with trees rustling gently above and ocean stirring to the farthest of one's view. The heroine bent over and shortened her hold of the lasso, yanking Lady Midnight up. "My love, it looks like you are still having contractions. That must have been a terrific climax!"

Slowly walking the captive towards the bench, Wonder Woman plucked the sign that had been attached to the end of the dildo, spelling SLUT in a purple lettering. She waved it towards the women with a half-embarrassed look, and whispered: "She loves dirty language..."

The confession brought new cheers and applauds from the spectators, and the heroine finally sat Lady Midnight down. She pressed herself next to the thief, such that their thighs squeezed together. Her arms wrapped around the woman's frame and she nudged her face lovingly, putting soft kisses on her cheek and along the jawline. One hand slipped discretely between her legs, fondling the misplaced panty and her quivering lips. The bystanders gathered around them, and when Wonder Woman approved discretely with a nod, they pulled out their phones.

"Of course you can film or take photos! I think you can even join us! Would you like that, love?"