A 13-year-old girl with striking red hair, which has a bit of wavy curl to it. Her blue eyes are reminiscent of an old, faded pair of jeans. She's in the early stages of puberty, developing into what will soon be a small B-cup size. Freckles dot her face and she has slender legs that she self-deprecatingly refers to as "stork-like". Liza is highly intelligent and introspective but also tends to be very critical of herself. She struggles with trust issues due to past experiences and carries a certain level of cynicism alongside her youthful innocence.

Inspecting what Liza had pulled out and held out for Jessi to see, the teenage girl with green hair tried to imagine Liza in it and slowly nodded. Yes, she had the right idea, however... She wanted to reply something, but then she realized that the girl kept looking at something else. Following her gaze, she saw the corsets and immediately made the connection. "Hmmm... perhaps, buuut..."

Guiding Liza, she forced her to put away the babydoll again and instead led her over to the lace corsets. "Perhaps we'll find something here that is for a slender girl like you... And if not, I might have an idea where we can find something that would, however, be a bit more... well, raunchy. If you want."

"I can't deny that wearing something slutty sounds kind of exciting, but let's be real; I'm a 'Little Miss Innocent'; if I try to pull something like that off, I'd just look like I was wearing a Halloween costume. And don't change the subject; are you saying that this kind of stuff really does get you flustered and blushing deep down, and you're just good at faking it?"

"Well, someone once said: 'fake it till you make it'. Or something like that," replied Jessi with a small smile as she already began to sort through the corsets and search for something that could actually fit Liza. Sadly, most, if not all, seemed to be made for someone with a larger bust than she possessed and mostly for more than what Jessi herself had; no big surprise there. Throwing a glance at Liza, she then smirked and turned to face her fully. "Of course, I'm a bit afraid and flustered; what if someone who knows me sees me, what if I try to be sexy and then I stumble and oh my gosh, that would be so embarrassing..."

Suddenly she made another step forward and practically lunged forward, sauntering up to Liza with a sensual motion, far closer than she perhaps should have been. Biting her lower lip and with her best bedroom eyes, she then seductively practically moaned, "But you know... that's half the fun. The excitement... the beating of the heart... the wobbling knees... I put on a cloak and I make it my own. I play the rebellious child, and I become the rebellious child... I play the hot teenage girl, and I become the hot teenage girl... I play the horny, sexy, craaaazy... "

She had now come even closer and was practically on top of Liza, close enough to be smelled and for her to feel her body heat, yet still not touching her, Jessi's fingers slowly crawling up Liza's arm. "...slut that loves to be fucked in the ass like a dirty bitch and you... believe it, don't you?" She then winked at Liza with a playful grin and stepped back again. "I really should go into drama, don't you think?"

Liza was stunned and secretly a bit excited by Jessi's sudden display. "Yeah, um... well... wow!" she said with a sudden shuddering hitch in her voice. "The way you just turn it on and off like that, I'll... I'll never be able to act that well."

Suddenly a troubling thought occurred to Liza, "Hey, if you're that good at acting, how can anyone tell if you're... I don't know... being the real you, I guess? For all I know, you could be acting now; just pretending to be my friend as a favor to Eric; or maybe as a setup for a big prank, that ends with everyone pointing and laughing at the gullible nerd, and 'oh my god, I can't believe she fell for it'?" Liza gazed at the older girl, with troubled eyes that almost begged for any kind of sigh that she was just being paranoid. "I mean you just went from best friends, to vamping super slut, and back again so fast I think I have whiplash. So which one is the real you?"

For a moment Jessi stared at Liza, struck by just how smart this girl really was. She had grasped such a strange foreign concept in a matter of seconds and ran with it and come to a logical, but also frightening conclusion and all that in a time in which everyone else would most likely still try to sort themselves out. Wow, Eric, your girlfriend is so definitely smarter than you. So much more so, if also sometimes, perhaps a bit naive.

She needed a moment to comprehend that, and by the time she was done, her face and her posture had settled, and she seemed much more relaxed, now once again the cool older friend of Liza, not that seductive vamp. She opened her mouth, said nothing, then closed it again, and then shrugged. "I guess... well, all of them are really the real me. I mean, parts of me. I am a bitch sometimes. And a strong, confident young woman. And an insecure girl. And a friend. And a teasing older sister. I mean... it's not like we are made up of, like, just one thing or stuff. We are a lot of, um, well, parts and oh my God, that's complicated..."

She groaned, turned around in what seemed to be frustration, and struck a somewhat dramatic pose before stopping in her turn with her facing the lace corsets. Pulling one out made out of baby blue fabric and made for slender, smaller women, the smallest size there actually, she held it up and in front of Liza, while saying, in a tone that was obviously teasing as she was overacting, "Gosh, why do you have to be so smart? That's sooooo... ugh, can you please stop asking intelligent questions, I'm so not prepared for that..."

She giggled and pushed the corset into the arms of Liza. "Here, try that out. Oh and if you can trust me... well, it will always be a leap of faith. With everyone and everything. You just have to... trust, I guess. As do I."

"Easy to say," Liza replied, taking the satin and lace garment and turning toward the changing room, "But I don't trust people easily; years of hard work and experience have taught me it's a bad idea. On a different subject, see if you can find some matching panties and stockings for this. If I'm going this far, I might as well take it to the extreme."

"Well, I can say anything I want to you, in the end, it always comes down to you believing me, no matter what I like to say," replied Jessi with what could have become a real shrug if she had cared for it, while she had already begun to look for the items Liza had requested. It wasn't like she hadn't thought that she should get them anyway, only the top without the rest would be kinda stupid. All the way or not at all, that's what she thought. She needed a moment, but she actually managed to find matching stockings, no panties though. "Hmmm, gimme a moment..."

"Gee thanks, you make me sound like one of those suckers who fall for those scam emails from a Nigerian prince." As she made her quip over the changing room door, Liza found herself pleasantly surprised by the garment as she put it on. She'd been expecting something with multiple panels and laces everywhere; something that required a second or third set of hands to get into. In contrast, this corset was barely more complicated than a bra, just a hidden stretch panel and rows of eyehooks. She had to use the furthest row of eyes, but she managed to get the thing to sit snugly around her middle.

"Well, you're the one who said that you don't have much experience with people," commented and replied Jessi as she pushed herself, more slipped actually, into the large changing room, closing the door behind her, a blue piece of fabric in hand. She had actually found matching panties and was about to say something about that as she realized that Liza actually wore the sensual undergarments. And thus her eyes nearly boggled, looking at Liza, nearly licking her lips. Finally, after a second, she smiled and it seemed as if she wanted to to whistle but did barely catch herself in time. "Wow... This is... wow... you look great."

With most of her clothes removed, it became clear to Jessi that Liza's lack of breasts was at least partially an illusion caused by her choice of clothes, which leaned toward loose fitting or thick and bulky. With those layers stripped away, she could see that the younger girl was developing, what would one day soon, become a small B-cup. Already, they were a pair of small, fleshy cones, crowned by pointy nipples that were, at the moment, so hard they could be seen even through the fabric of the corset.

"Thanks," Liza replied to her friend, as she gestured to herself, "I can't exactly go running around the store like this." It was only then that Jessi noticed that other than the corset and a pair of ankle socks, Liza had stripped completely nude. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the thin, downy, patch of coppery curls covering her mound.

Jessi had to admit, the girl was rocking it. She didn't had much, but what she had was smokin' if she was allowed to say so. Slim, slender, and nubile, her body downright elfin in looks. For a moment, her eyes hovered on the small, thin patch of coppery curls over her most intimate parts before she pulled her eyes away and gave Liza a once-over. "You know... let's try something."

She stepped up to Liza and then around her, handing her the panties. "Here, try them on. And then... Do me a favor, okay? Look at the mirror and tell me what you see." She herself positioned herself behind Liza, allowing her to fully see herself in the mirror. Time to give her some confidence.

Taking the panties and stockings, Liza began to bend and shift in the confined space of the changing room, pressing and brushing against Jessi as she slipped the panties on, then began rolling the stockings up to her thighs before fastening them in place with the clips of the corset.

Taking a deep breath, Liza finally stood straight, her eyes closed, then turned to the mirror, and opened her eyes. Jessi could see a play of conflicting emotions on her friend's face; on the one hand, she saw suppressed and hopeful wonder; on the other, cold, clinical cynicism, and most of all, unfailingly critical of everything, especially herself. As the younger girl seemed to collapse in on herself, Jessi knew which had won before she'd even spoken. "A stupid little girl, playing dress up!" she replied with a whispered sigh.

Hmmm, that was what Jessi had feared she might hear, but that wasn't everything. Standing behind Liza, she stepped closer, a lot closer really, and slung her arms slowly and carefully around the younger girl's midsection, her fingers crawling forward, slowly and sensually. A smile danced across her lips as she looked into the mirrored face of Liza, making eye contact with her. With a tone that was barely louder than that of Liza, she asked, "Okay... and what else?"

"Eep!!" came a tiny, high pitched yelp, as Jessi's fingers played across Liza's ribs. "Don't, I'm ticklish!" she giggled, as she jumped slightly and began to squirm. That, in turn, led Jessi's hand to slip forward and brush across her budding breast, which turned her giggles into a gasp of surprise. "Umm, Jessi......" she said haltingly as a bright pink flush began to creep up her chest and neck.

Jessi did notice what was happening, and for a second she was shocked about this development, but then she nearly smirked pleased as she realized that this was perhaps just perfect. With a smile, she kept looking at Liza's face in the mirror, keeping eye contact while whispering into her ear, her hands retreating slightly from her budding breasts and more to her sides. "Ssshhh... don't think about that... just... Look at the mirror, look at that slender girl in those seductive blue dreams come true... tell me, what do you see?"

Liza took a long, deep breath to calm her suddenly racing heart. "Well... I don't know? This stuff does kind of make me look sexy, I guess. But come on, it's like cheating; a five-year old would look hot in this getup! Take that away, and it's still just me. Same pimply, freckled face, same small tits, same flat butt, same knobby knees, and spindly, stork legs I see every day. The only standout thing about me is my hair; it's really red, not strawberry blond or rosewood brown; and it has a little bit of wavy curls, but not so much that I look like a clown."

As the young girl continued to study herself, she hit upon another feature: "Oh, yeah, my eyes! I don't need glasses... and their not green like the stereotype, their blue. Not quite the same shade of blue as this, but almost," she said, indicating the underwear she was modeling. "More like an old, faded, really soft, comfy pair of jeans."

For a while Jessi let Liza ramble on, while standing behind her, before shifting forward and pushing her own body against that of the younger girl. Even through her own clothing, she could feel the heat of her protege, could feel her slight trembling as she softly all but rubbed against her, her slender hands crawling up and down Liza's sides. Cradling her face into the neck of Liza, she let her breath dance over her skin, shifting slightly and pushing her head next to that of the younger girl. "You know what I see?", she whispered in a tone that wouldn't be out of place coming from a sensual femme fatal in a dingy, lit backroom, seducing the strapping young hero. "I see a confident, strong, devilish smart young woman wanting to break out of this body... I see freckles a certain boy would love to kiss, every single one of them... I see cute swellings of tender, soft, enticing flesh in the right places, indicating that soon they will grow into something that will make every boy and man go crazy with lust..."

Before Liza could reply, even if she didn't even want to say something, she suddenly placed a finger on her mouth. "Ssshhh, don't speak... just listen... listen and see... you see this sexy young minx before you? You see the way her lips sensually turn slightly upwards, the way her eyes are cute and innocent and yet so powerful and deep? Now... don't tell me you don't see this angel-like face, this hot yet cute body... and speaking of knees, I bet a certain boy, a lot of boys actually, would love to see you on them." She just couldn't resist that last tease before pulling away her finger from Liza's lips.

Liza had managed to detach herself from the sensations Jessi's fingers sent coursing through her body for a time, but as the older girl whispered in her ear, with her hot, sensual breath, she couldn't maintain that detachment. As Jessi continued to speak, her mind went blank; no not blank, rather it swam with erotic, half-formed fantasies. Images of others doing a plethora of sexual things to her, things she'd only read about in books; and the things she would do in kind.

Liza would never fully remember all the things Jessi had whispered to her; only one word in three would penetrate the sudden storm of lust the older girl had caused; the rest was lost in the torrent of sudden heat of her trembling body. "Oh God, you're going to get me into soooooo much trouble," she replied at last, in a low voice, heavy with her excitement.

Recognizing the shiver in Liza's voice and the way her smaller body shuddered and shook, her skin heated up, and her breath came faster, Jessi nearly groaned in excitement herself. The small thing was just too precious, too enticing, a sexy little thing. Damn Eric, you lucky bastard. With a cheeky grin on her features, Jessi pushed her body against that of her red-head, freckled protege, her hands running up and down her sides, her hot breath dancing over her skin. "You know... good girls go to heaven... but the bad girls..." And now she kissed Liza's neck, softly biting her even. "...go everywhere."

Closing her eyes, Liza slipped her hands behind her, grasping Jessi, and pulling her close as she leaned into the older girl. A soft, mewling sound almost like a kitten escaped her throat at the sensation of the passionate, biting kiss on her neck. She was tempted to surrender to her lust, and turn to the older girl, and return that kiss. She envisioned herself stripping Jessi naked, and letting their hands, and lips, and tongues play across each other until they collapsed in bliss. Then the rational part of her mind began to scream, and those thoughts were replaced by darker ones. "No, we shouldn't." She breathed at last, barely in control of herself, "What would Eric think if I cheated on him, and especially with you?! Not to mention that fiery Latina of yours."

All of that, of course, was true; the thought of the look on Eric's face made her hurt in ways she had no words for. More than that, however, were the old memories, of her own mother slipping into the bedroom, with her oldest brother's friends while no one else was home, of her brother's seething anger; her father, to this day, burying himself in work; and her own sense of hurt and abandonment after their mother left.


A young, attractive woman with a notably feminine physique, which includes soft breasts and an enticing posterior. She possesses the traits of a mage or mageling. Personality-wise, Riley is initially confident in her abilities but also shows moments of uncertainty and surprise, particularly when her powers manifest unexpectedly. Despite this, she is adaptable and quick to accept new situations. She is submissive yet playful, enjoying both the power and physical intimacy her bond with Levi brings. She is adventurous and open-minded about their arrangement, hinting at an underlying boldness within her character.

Very well, Riley thought, I might as well see what my bargain has wrought. She raised her right hand, and turned her left palm over as though to draw in energy from their surroundings. But that gesture was simply for dramatic effect, as from her other palm a brilliant ball of flame sprung instantly to life, far brighter and hotter than anything she'd previously attempted on her own power. She laughed, a deeper, prideful sound as she sent it up to hover before them, almost in a dancing motion, before flinging it toward the dark fireplace at the opposite end of the room. The kindling beneath the logs burst into flames, and the fireball filled the hearth with warmth as she squealed with pure delight. "Oh! This is wonderful! I wonder what else I can d..." She cut off and stared as some of that flame broke off and formed into another ball, morphing into a tear shaped , large puff of light that blazed blue around the edges. "My master, what is thy bidding?" the puff rasped, its eyes opening and staring at Riley, unblinking, waiting for a command. "What the actual..." she shrank back into Levi, suddenly not so confident anymore.

Levi's eyebrows jumped up a bit at the display of power having felt the thread of energy that linked them grew to a solid coil of malevolent influence as his chosen began to experiment with her new power. The strengthening of that bond was palpable; as tangible as her breast that he squeezed absentmindedly in his large palm; but the archdevil knew the increase in throughput would only last as long as his seed still held power within her body. Soon as it was absorbed or discarded then the added benefit would be lost. Granted, over time that connection would grow and wider but time to a devil and a mortal were vastly different measures. Levi was confident that as soon as this young mageling would taste what she could do with his patronage she'd be coming to him for a regular fix. And he was only happy to provide, as long as she remained his. Or to generally create mischief such as...

"It's Mistress, actually. You elementals always have such a rough time with gender." He scolded, eyes narrowing at the little ball of living flame that blinked looking about the room as it awaited a command. Or at least it looked like it was blinking with various shades of flame making to be what looked like eyes. To be honest, Levi was quite distracted with the way that Riley pressed against him in surprise causing him to twitch happily within her. He chuckled softly, fingertips finding her nipple to give a pinch to demand her attention. "I take it this wasn't your intention?" he teased her, eyes glancing down at the young woman before leaning back against the counter that he had bent her over as he considered what had just occurred.

"Curious." The archdevil murmured to himself, his thick fingers working over the soft flesh of her chest as he thought. "Either you summoned this little creature from the elemental plane of fire, stole him away from hell; he's not one of mine obviously so I wonder who you pilfered from; or you created him out of your own free will. Any of these options will be fascinating to see how it plays out." Levi grinned, lightly kissing the side of her neck as he amused himself with her flesh as he stretched his legs out causing him to grind a bit deeper in her as some steel began to grow within her.

While Levi was enjoying the feeling of her body pressed to his, Riley's attention was firmly on the little creature she'd inadvertently summoned. It had not been part of her conscious thought, she'd just wanted to light the fireplace with her new surge of power. However, it would seem that the bond between devil and girl was already cementing into her being because she was already leaning back hard on him as though he were a shield against her own creation. She stared at the little elemental in disbelief as she heard Levi chide it for getting her gender wrong, and she couldn't help the bit of nervous laughter that escaped.

But when she felt him twitch within her, and that sharp pinch to her nipple, she gasped, her attention diverting from the fire ball to her new liege and she shook her head slowly. "N... No it wasn't, not at all. I just wanted to light the fireplace..." she explained lamely. Riley frowned slightly as she realized she didn't have the control she thought she'd have when being blessed with his influence, falling silent for a moment as he mused on exactly how or why the elemental had appeared. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips along her neck and moaned as his member ground deeper into her cum drenched sheath, feeling the length become slowly rigid again.

"Round two?" she teased, not having expected him to want another go at her flesh this quickly, but secretly it thrilled her to be the object of his current desires. And as he grew within her, she pulsed around him, rolling her hips so that she rocked against him, the little elemental forgotten for the moment. More enticing things occupied the young mage's thoughts. Riley's head tilted back so that she could look up at him while she ground wantonly on him, lips parted and her tongue daring out to swipe at his chin. "I think I am going to enjoy our bargain more than I thought I could.." she breathed.


A male elemental demon creature, an archdevil with a commanding presence, exuding malevolent influence. His physical form is powerful and imposing, with large hands that easily manipulate his surroundings. He possesses a long tongue, hinting at a non-human appearance. Levi is confident and calculating, taking pleasure in both intellectual challenges and carnal desires. He enjoys the control he holds over others, particularly Riley, but also exhibits patience and strategic thinking in his dealings. Despite his devilish nature, he shows a certain level of care towards Riley, suggesting complexity beneath his dominant exterior.

While Levi was enjoying the feeling of her body pressed to his, Riley's attention was firmly on the little creature she'd inadvertently summoned. It had not been part of her conscious thought, she'd just wanted to light the fireplace with her new surge of power. However, it would seem that the bond between devil and girl was already cementing into her being because she was already leaning back hard on him as though he were a shield against her own creation. She stared at the little elemental in disbelief as she heard Levi chide it for getting her gender wrong, and she couldn't help the bit of nervous laughter that escaped.

But when she felt him twitch within her, and that sharp pinch to her nipple, she gasped, her attention diverting from the fire ball to her new liege and she shook her head slowly. "N... No it wasn't, not at all. I just wanted to light the fireplace..." she explained lamely. Riley frowned slightly as she realized she didn't have the control she thought she'd have when being blessed with his influence, falling silent for a moment as he mused on exactly how or why the elemental had appeared. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips along her neck and moaned as his member ground deeper into her cum drenched sheath, feeling the length become slowly rigid again.

"Round two?" she teased, not having expected him to want another go at her flesh this quickly, but secretly it thrilled her to be the object of his current desires. And as he grew within her, she pulsed around him, rolling her hips so that she rocked against him, the little elemental forgotten for the moment. More enticing things occupied the young mage's thoughts. Riley's head tilted back so that she could look up at him while she ground wantonly on him, lips parted and her tongue daring out to swipe at his chin. "I think I am going to enjoy our bargain more than I thought I could.." she breathed.

"Interesting." Levi mumbled to himself as his large palm continued to knead and grope at her chest. He pondered the implications of such wild magic in his new chosen but as Riley reclined back against him and fully impaled herself on his growing member more... pressing concerns took over. He chuckled softly, rumbling against her back as he wrapped his other arm around her grasping her breast as well. Fingertips zeroed in on her nipples as his hips began to roll slowly, each grind causing a bit of his spent seed to leak out of her as they continued to make a mess on the spell chamber's floor.

"I'm quite happy to hear that, Riley." He growled low into her ear, leaning back to rest against the edge of the counter as he got his legs stretched out and thighs beneath her bottom. "I know I fully intend to enjoy all aspects of our arrangement." The archdevil informed as he ran his hands down to her waist and took a firmer hold. "Now then..." he chuckled and grabbed her thigh, spinning her slowly around on his lap until she was facing him. After he did so his eyes roamed hungrily down her curves, hands sliding up to cup her chest again before he laughed. "Definitely enjoy. Fuck you're yummy." He grinned and leaned down to wrap his lips around her left nipple. As he did so his hands reached back to grasp her ass in both palms, fingers sinking into her soft flesh as powerful arms lifted in tandem with his thighs thrusting to begin to bounce her on his lap.

His unusually long tongue slipped and rolled around her nipple as his heavy breath flowed over her sweaty chest with each thrust. Strong fingers held her in his vicelike grip pulling her up and down on his cock as he was just begun to unleash eons of repressed lust. His actions screamed of using her like his own personal fucktoy and to the archdevil that's fully what he intended. She'll reap the benefit no doubt of his attentions; indeed she already had; but for now he needed to release and she was a perfect vessel for that journey. The elemental stood by the fireplace and blinked, watching the pair as they began to rut again the room filling with the musky scent of sex.


A 32 years old woman with a voluptuous figure, her large breasts and plump buttocks serving as focal points of her physical allure. She could be referred to as a MILF. Despite her current helpless state, there's an underlying strength in her character, evident in the way she tries to reason with Matthew and attempts to free herself. Her reactions reveal a deep sense of shock and disbelief, suggesting a previously sheltered life now shattered by this horrific ordeal. She possesses an inherent maternal instinct which she clings onto even under extreme duress, hoping against hope that her familial bond will save her from the ongoing nightmare.

In a position uncomfortable for both of them, Angela was now on her side... her ankles were free but he managed to straddle them, squatting over her hips as he jerked off. If there was a bright moment, at least she knew he wasn't going to rape her... just now. She knew eventually it was going to happen, she just hoped he would untie her hands as well. Then she would try to kick him or strangle him just enough to escape.

She closed her eyes as he pumped himself. "Pl... please let me go," she begged again, pulling on the wrist restraints... she winced as she felt him unload on her tits... she felt so dirty... "Wh... what are you going to do with me?," she asked, trying to keep him from noticing she was wiggling her wrists in an attempt to free herself.

"What am I going to do with you Mom? I'm going to enjoy you. Perhaps if you'd let him enjoy you more, Dad would still be around." The movements of her shoulders and the jiggling of her breasts made it obvious she was struggling with her restraints. Matthew panicked for a moment. She mustn't get free! He pulled her further onto her side and reached behind her. He closed one cuff one click and the other two clicks. There was no way now that she could escape them.

Now that he was spent for a while he could focus on the next phase. He lifted her off the settee and laid her on the floor face down. Next he cleared everything off the finished floor and onto the bare concrete. Tomorrow he was going to complete the laminating and give them a proper playroom. But for now, it was all about enjoying her.

He'd fixed two big screw eyes into the ceiling, maybe four feet apart. Through these he threaded long pieces of rope. One end of each he tied around a wrist just above the cuffs. After he'd helped her onto her knees he simply unlocked the cuffs. Naturally enough she brought her hands around in front of her. Taking up the slack on the two ropes and keeping pulling firmly, forced her to stand, with her arms high above her head before she could offer any resistance. He secured the two ropes to a large hook screwed into the wall behind her. And there she stood in bra and panties his to do with what he pleased.

The spreader bar was easily attached, forcing her feet wide apart. His erection had returned. He kicked off his sneakers and peeled off his socks, then dropped his jeans and underwear and peeled off his tee shirt. Naked now he stood in front of her, his re-erected cock pointing at her. "Well Mommy, the night is young."

Dried cum was sticking to Angela's massive tits. She laid there whimpering, not believing what was going on. "Pl... please," she begged... "I'm your mother!... you wouldn't do this to your own mother, would you?"

But soon worse things were to happen. Eventually her arms were stretched up high above her head, wrists secured to the ceiling. Her legs were attached to a spreader bar and forced wide apart. She still had on her panties and bra but knew soon they would both be history.

"OH MY GOD, NOOO!!!" she yelled, staring at his cock... Angela had never seen a man's penis that huge and here it was on her own son. Her silky panties were all that stood between him and her pussy, a flimsy barrier indeed.

"No... NO," she said, shaking her head at the sight... "Please, no... not... inside me..." knowing she was in her fertile period and even his first deposit of semen inside her would undoubtedly make her pregnant, she struggled, her tits swaying as she fought.

Matthew took the condom from her panties and held it up in front of her. "Don't worry, I'll not be getting you pregnant." He replaced the condom and picked up the ball gag and pushed it into her mouth and secured the strap behind her head.

He'd ordered a riding crop amongst the other things but of course it hadn't been delivered. But among his dad's tools was an old fashioned yard-stick. Simply a wooden three foot rule. Perfect for spanking her bottom. Picking it up he went and stood behind her. There was absolutely no reason she should be spanked except the idea was a turn on for Matthew. To his mom he said, "I've watched girls in porn movies getting spanked and I think it's sexy so I'm going to you. Maybe you'll like it, some of the girls seem to."

He pulled her panties down below her plump ass. She really did have a gorgeous ass. Every bit as good as most of the porn stars that he watched so much. He swung the stick, the sound of it on her left ass cheek was loud in the confines of the room. He stood and watched. In no time at all it seemed, a pink mark bloomed on her pale skin. He'd seen her whole body quiver and she'd moaned aloud despite the gag. His cock began to harden again, he was loving this. He swung the stick again, at her right ass cheek this time.

Angela continued begging to be let go right up until she saw the ball gag... she knew what it was for and shook her head. "No sweetheart," she said... "You wouldn't gag your own mother, would you?"

But he did and less than a minute later a shiny large black rubber ball was wedged firmly in her mouth... she tried to push it out with her tongue but the side straps kept it in place.

How could this be happening?... her own flesh and blood... She saw the yardstick and moaned, again shaking her head, then gave out a loud gagged howl as he struck her ass. Her body gently swayed from the attack. Her panties were down to her thighs, leaving her cream colored ass exposed. Again he struck, again she screamed, her tits jiggling as she struggled.


A 19 years old teenage boy with an imposing physical presence, his strength evident in the way he effortlessly manipulates Angela's body. He exhibits a twisted sense of pleasure and control, showcasing his sadistic tendencies as he inflicts pain and humiliation on his victim. His sexual desires are perverse, fueled by pornography and devoid of any moral restraint or empathy. Despite the monstrous nature of his actions, there's a delusional side to him; he fantasizes about mutual enjoyment in this horrifying situation, revealing a disturbing disconnect from reality.

Angela continued begging to be let go right up until she saw the ball gag... she knew what it was for and shook her head. "No sweetheart," she said... "You wouldn't gag your own mother, would you?"

But he did and less than a minute later a shiny large black rubber ball was wedged firmly in her mouth... she tried to push it out with her tongue but the side straps kept it in place.

How could this be happening?... her own flesh and blood... She saw the yardstick and moaned, again shaking her head, then gave out a loud gagged howl as he struck her ass. Her body gently swayed from the attack. Her panties were down to her thighs, leaving her cream colored ass exposed. Again he struck, again she screamed, her tits jiggling as she struggled.

After three whacks on each ass cheek Matthew's cock was fully erect again, his young body responding to the stimulus of his attack on his mother's sweet bottom. Unable to resist the temptation he bent it down and moved close to her. Bending his knees a little it seemed the most natural thing to slide his cock between her thighs. There was no resistance, she was so slick and wet. He reached round her. His fingers found his cock head protruding obscenely from her pussy curls as if she'd grown a short cock of her own. He thrust hard against her. The skin of her abused ass was hot against him. He thrust a few times, fake fucking her. If felt wonderful. He dropped the yardstick and brought his hands round her. And forced the cups of her bra roughly up off her breasts and cupped her tits with his hands.

There was no risk of him losing control this time, not so soon after his recent cumming. He simply fucked her for the joy of it. He knew the top side of his cock must be tormenting the lips of her pussy. He hoped this might turn her on.

He began tweaking her nipples with forefingers and thumbs. They hardened as two parts of her body responding at least. What a sight they must make he thought. The trussed and gagged mother And the son apparently fucking her from behind. Soon he'd resume the spanking but for now pretending to fuck his mom was delight enough.

"Oh Mom, I wish you were enjoying this as much as I am," he whispered in her ear. He pulled on her proud nipples and just continued thrusting back and forth, fake fucking his own mom... and loving every moment of it.


A submissive and adventurous woman who is open to trying new experiences, even when they involve pain or discomfort. She is seductive and enjoys being the center of attention during sexual encounters. She has an attractive figure, especially given her ability to engage in various acts throughout the story.

Tiffany didn't really like the idea of him cumming inside her without some sort of protection. She was on the pill when she could remember it, but it was always best to be cautious. She would rather wear it on her then in her. She reluctantly moved her self off of his cock when she heard that she was going to make him cum again. She moved her hand down stroking where her pussy connected to his cock, giving teasing strokes as she removed her sex from him. She had an idea what she wanted to do. She moved over One hand still stroking him, the other toying with one of her breast. She moved her breast over to his cock and pressed them against his length. She started to tit fuck him, wanting to make him splash all over her tits.

Marc grunted wildly through the last few bounces of her over his thick pulsing cock. He was almost relieved when she lifted herself from him, it was for the best in every way, especially for the audience. He could not have wished for anything more when she pushed her tits firmly along his cock, slick with her juices. She was facing the camera again, sixty-nining him except with her tits, so his hands resumed teasing her clit, though he was mightily distracted.

The feeling of her full breasts being used to stroke his cock was too much for him to hold on for even a few moments. He grunted loudly, moaning her name as his hips helped to buck up and fuck that soft cleavage.

"Tiffany! YES!" He yelled as he finally came, her delightful actions coaxing another huge climax from his cock. Shooting up through her cleavage though mostly splattering along the tops and in between her breasts. It lubricated his shaft even more so that her tits moving up and down over him was tortuously wonderful.

"Oh God yes... look at the camera baby. I want to remember this later." After saying this, he slinked up to his knees behind her, admiring her cum covered chest so much as he could from behind her. She had tit fucked every drop out of him that was like to come out this round, so he slowly rubbed his tip along her slit from behind. "Ask nicely." He said teasingly, and even if she played hard to get, but especially if she did, he pushed his thick hard cock deep into her sex from behind.

Tiffany continued to fuck him with her soft cleavage until he came. She felt his hot seed splash against her chest coating her cleavage. She continued to run her breast over them even harder now that they were lubricated with his seed. She was determined to get every last drop. She blinked and looked at the camera when he mentioned it. She had forgotten all about it. She shoot it her most seductive smile. With cum covering her breast and dripping down to her stomach.

She moaned as she felt his cock rub against her from behind. Her body bucked against him. Her body was still hungry for him, which was strange. She didn't think she usually lasted this long, though usually her experience was just a drunk blur. "Mmm yes... more please baby... fuck me..." She moaned.

Marc's thick length pushed deep into her tight wet sex from behind, his hands gripping her hips to cram himself as deep as he could push.

Slowly he drew himself from her slowly before thrusting himself deep within her again. He was merely toying with her, teasing her with the soft sensation between rough bucks into her wetness with his hard length.

His rhythm began to pick up, his cock pushing to and from her with increased speed, and he moaned longingly at the sensation. His hands roamed from her ass, where he squeezed firmly, to below her where his hands groped at her breasts which bounced with his faster thrusts.

"Fuck yes Tiffany..." he grunted as he toyed with her cum-slick nipples. He gripped her hair then, and as he did he began to move faster, using her hair as leverage. It gave the camera a great look at her face, pleasure on her face, and her bouncing cum covered tits.

Tiffany moaned and whimpered between panting breaths as he took her from behind. Everything seemed to blur into pleasure. She could feel his hand on her ass, on her breast that were dripping his cum with every bounce caused by a hard thrust. She moved her hips pushing back at him trying to keep up with his rhythm. When he gripped her hair she cam again with a scream.The perfect look of ecstasy on her face for the camera to capture.

*That was a good one.* Marc thought to himself as he felt her sex clench against his cock as she came. He kept a firm grip on her hair as he bucked rapidly into her, just to make the ride of that orgasm slower to come down from.

After his rigorous thrusts, he moved back to full, powerful bucking to and from her dripping snatch. While keeping hold of her hair, he slapped her ass firmly with his free hand, making a loud sound.

"You like that, Tiffany?" he grinned, doing it again, regardless, to the same ass cheek.

The slap surprised Tiffany. The people who she had been with before had never been to rough with her. They knew who her father was. They knew he was the kind of person who could make trouble for them if they made trouble for his daughter. Tiffany had always had the control before. Not this time, this time her father had pretty much just thrown her away, into his hands. She squeaked in surprise after the first hit and looked back at him. After the seconded stinging slap, when the initial shock wore off, She found the stinging sensation pleasurable. She let out a soft moan instead of another squeak. "Yeah baby... do that again."

Marc obliged, his hand rubbing the place where he'd slapped her, and groping her ass before pulling back and slapping the same spot. Meanwhile, his hips were still bucking deeply and powerfully into her tight sex. Marc groaned loudly as he grinded his cock along her g-spot from behind her, wanting to really get her worked up for the camera.

He just hoped he could get the most out her before he came for the last time. She felt amazing, and was being such a good camera slut for him. He continued to slap her perky ass as he fucked her deep, grunting loudly as she started pushing him toward another orgasm.

"Fuck Tiffany... you feel so god damned good. Where do you want me to cum, baby. Tell me, you naughty thing." He breathed and kept his composure, but all the same wanted her to say it to the camera.

Tiffany moaned as he smacked her ass on the same spot again it only made it sting with more intensity. The sensation was new to her. She was sure that he was leaving red angry marks on her bottom. No one had been allowed to mark her before, but she was loving this. The stinging pain that ran up her spine mixed deliciously with the pleasure she got from his cock grinding against her most sensitive spots.

Her world was lost in a haze of pleasure. She could feel the need to cum again overtaking her, and she came with a moan. Her whole body trembling.It took a few moments for her pleasured filled brain to realize that he had even asked anything when he asked her where she wanted him to cum. "On my face... I want to taste you again." She moaned.


A dominant and assertive man who enjoys taking control during sexual encounters. He is confident in his actions and appears to have experience with filming such explicit activities. He has an imposing presence, given the nature of the story and his role within it.

Tiffany moaned as he smacked her ass on the same spot again it only made it sting with more intensity. The sensation was new to her. She was sure that he was leaving red angry marks on her bottom. No one had been allowed to mark her before, but she was loving this. The stinging pain that ran up her spine mixed deliciously with the pleasure she got from his cock grinding against her most sensitive spots.

Her world was lost in a haze of pleasure. She could feel the need to cum again overtaking her, and she came with a moan. Her whole body trembling.It took a few moments for her pleasured filled brain to realize that he had even asked anything when he asked her where she wanted him to cum. "On my face... I want to taste you again." She moaned.

Marc smacked her ass yet again, in the same spot. "Fuck yeah, you dirty little slut." He said happily, accentuating it by slamming his cock into her over and over again deep and along her g spot. He wildly railed his cock into her tight wet pussy, building up to his climax, loving the way she talked and came for him.

Finally he pulled out from her sex, stepping tot he floor while she remained on the couch. He gripped her hair in one hand, gripping to make her face upwards. He wasn't sure if she wanted to coax the climax out of him or for him to do it himself, but either way it was rushing onward.

If she did not partake in sucking or jacking him off, he stroked his we cock in from of her face, groaning hoarsely from his proximity to climax. "Open wide, Tiffany." He muttered for the camera. Hardly giving a care to aim, he was finally overwhelmed with the pleasure and his cock erupted in a huge climax. He groaned loudly as he came, looking down to see her reaction and where it all landed. This footage was going to be pure gold.


A dark-skinned half-elf with white irises, implying an exotic and striking appearance. His demeanor shows authority and dominance, as he's in a position of power and has guards at his disposal. He's pragmatic and business-oriented, seeing potential profit in Seren's abilities. However, there's also a hint of empathy or care for Seren, shown by his unexpected concern for understanding the latter's desires. Despite this softer side, he maintains a tough exterior necessary for his role as a mafia boss.

"It'll take some time to get used to the layout of the place. But I'm sure you'll get used to it no problem." Lorcan said and into his office they went. There were four people in total. Seren, Lorcan and two of his closest guards to make sure nothing happened. One stood by the door, the other by the window. The shades were drawn and curtains pulled down to keep the sunlight to a minimum in the room.

"Now that we're here, I can't really let you go without questioning you. What all can you do?" Depending on the answer would be what would happen to him. Either Seren would be allowed to stay or he would once more be sold off. Though that thought left a strange feeling in Lorcan's chest. It felt like he had to protect the other male from others. And he would do whatever it took to make sure that would happen. He shook off the feeling and focused on the situation at hand. His white irises never left the male he found so fascinating.

Seren followed his new captor into the large home. It was much bigger than the other buildings he'd been in and much more interesting to look at. He continued to look around as he was lead off into Lorcan's office. The lack of people in the office was relieving as the multitude of people they'd passed by on the way had made the star maker quite uneasy. His attention was pulled back to Lorcan when he spoke. He didn't really understand the words but he was learning already. The more he was talked to the better he'd get at understanding what was being said. When he spoke again, Seren understood being asked what he could do. He'd been asked that before.

He hesitated to respond at first, thinking over what was worth showing and what wasn't. His previous captors seemed pleased when he'd made a star for them so he decided on that. He used his hand to create some glittering dust, swirling it around above his palm before enclosing it in his hands. He pressed hard, applying pressure to it as the subtle glittering peeking out from his fingers began to glow brighter and brighter. He opened his hands then, manipulating the glowing light until it's glow lit up the entire room. When finished, he let the star float a few inches from the palm of his hand, holding it out to show his new captor. A soft warmth emanated from it as it twinkled gently.

The hesitancy was almost visible as Seen thought over his decision. Of course, Lorcan completely expected him to play the safe route. Which is exactly what he did. He couldn't lie though. It was magnificent to watch what he had created. Beautiful. Not many things in the world were beautiful. A soft sigh passed his lips. Standing, the half elf came around the front of the desk and leaned in front of it crossing his arms over his chest.

Things were starting to become clear. That much was obvious as he spoke and observed. "I had a feeling you would that. I need to know what else you can make. If you can make anything else at all." As he spoke, he signed the words as best as he could, making sure that Seren could understand him fully. It was time to get down to business. The mafia boss had to come out to play and hide away the man who was more caring and trusting. He just hoped it wasn't enough to cause the male to try to do anything stupid.

The reaction Seren thought he was going to get didn't come. Sure, the dark skinned male seemed interested but the star maker felt uneasy as he rounded the desk to stand in front of it. He listened and watched as Lorcan spoke and signed to him, asking to see more if there was anything more he could do. Seren nudged the star, letting it float up and linger near the ceiling as he thought about what else he could show. His brows furrowed as he thought intensely. His copper eye observed the male before him and his hands began to move again, manipulating glittering dust again.

He began to weave the dust like thread, working quickly to create and exact copy of the button up shirt his captor was wearing. He offered it to the male then, wanting him to look it over. The material was soft but stronger than anything man-made. It was even bullet proof, not that Seren was aware of that. The clothing his kind made for themselves had to be just as durable as they were given their proclivity for crashing into things and moving very quickly. He tilted his head, wondering what the male would think of his new creation.

Was it even possible for this to turn out how Lorcan needed it to? There was always the possibility that things were going to go south and he would have to fond someone to sell him to. That thought sucked but when you were in shady business, you had to do what you had to do. He stood there for a moment, watching Seren closely. His gaze woodened some as his shirt was replicated perfectly. "Holy fuck." He breathed out and took the article of clothing, inspecting it. Sure it was a simple shirt but Lorcan was sure it wouldn't have turned out as good as it did.

With the shirt in hand, he gazed back at the other male, a smirk crossing his features. Oh he was going to be useful indeed. "We've got ourselves our savior boys." He stated and couldn't help but continue to stare at Seren like he had just won the lottery. Soon enough, they would be rolling in enough money they wouldn't need to leave the mansion to do odd jobs for the money. And they would never run out at this point. "You're going to be my lucky star." He stated, his smirk growing.

Seren watched his captor curiously, unsure how his handiwork was going to be received. He got his answer moments later and the male before him seemed more than pleased. He didn't quite understand what was being said but the way the dark skinned male was looking at him made his insides squirm a little. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad feeling. "It is strong. Protective." Seren signed in reference to the shirt he'd made. What Lorcan said next while still staring and smirking at him, made Seren feel odd. He understood the words that had been said and took them as a compliment which caused his face to flush a little, his pale ethereal skin turning a faint silvery blue color. He shifted about shyly, wanting to argue; he certainly didn't feel lucky, but no argument came as he found it better not to protest against what he perceived as a compliment, at least right now. "...I can do more." He signed after a few moments. "Need more space." He added as he glanced about the room.

Seeing the color change on his face gave bit of triumphant glow to the half elf. Lorcan hadn't fully intended to make him flush the way he did but that was beside the point. Lorcan was surprised to hear that it was protective and strong. But just strong was it? He grabbed the knife put of his pocket, laid the fabric out on the desk, placed a hand under the fabric and stabbed into it. He was definitely surprised when nothing happened to him. Oh yeah. Seren was staying with him. There was no doubts about that. But he had to make it so that his companion would be OK with making money for them. "What is it the you want most Seren?" If it was doable, Lorcan was all over it. He needed this to work out. If this fell through, then his mafia family was done for. Everything needed to go smoothly and if that meant being nice for now, then he would.


A unique being, known as a 'star maker', who communicates primarily through sign language. He possesses an ethereal quality, with a dark cloud that lazily floats around the left side of his face, moving independently yet in harmony with his movements. Despite his alien nature and uncertain circumstances, Seren displays patience and adaptability to new environments. His shyness reveals a reserved personality, but his curiosity about unfamiliar surroundings reveals on the other hand an inherent sense of wonderment. While he appears wary initially, he has an innate resilience that allows him to relax in potentially threatening situations.

Seeing the color change on his face gave bit of triumphant glow to the half elf. Lorcan hadn't fully intended to make him flush the way he did but that was beside the point. Lorcan was surprised to hear that it was protective and strong. But just strong was it? He grabbed the knife put of his pocket, laid the fabric out on the desk, placed a hand under the fabric and stabbed into it. He was definitely surprised when nothing happened to him. Oh yeah. Seren was staying with him. There was no doubts about that. But he had to make it so that his companion would be OK with making money for them. "What is it the you want most Seren?" If it was doable, Lorcan was all over it. He needed this to work out. If this fell through, then his mafia family was done for. Everything needed to go smoothly and if that meant being nice for now, then he would.

The man before him seemed very pleased which put Seren's nervous mind a bit at ease. He noticed surprise cross the male's face after he'd signed, telling him that the material he'd made was strong and protective. The star maker watched him test it out and he seemed even more pleased than before. The question that came after that confused Seren at first. He processed the words for a moment and when he deciphered their meaning his face fell. The flush left his skin as a somber look came upon his partially hidden features.

His copper eye glanced toward the window briefly before looking back at the dark skinned man. Seren shook his head slowly before signing. "Not possible." No one could give him what he truly wanted, no matter how much he or they wanted to. It was a lost endeavor. Seren's gaze dropped to the floor, his arms moving to hug himself. He felt he should sign more to explain himself but he found himself incapable of doing so at the moment so he simply continued hugging himself.


A Roman commander with a large and imposing figure with bearded features. He has strong hands that hint at his physical strength and rough lifestyle. Despite his authoritative position, he shows an unexpected degree of gentleness and consideration towards Aria. He appreciates beauty and has a particular interest in the female form. His personality appears to be layered; on one hand, he's commanding and dominant, while on the other hand, he exhibits moments of empathy and understanding towards Aria's plight. His demeanor suggests that he values control but also respects the individuality of those under his command.

"Mmm," Tiberius hummed as she presented him the goblet, his large hands taking the cup from her slender ones and bringing its rip to his bearded lips. "'Master'... that will do nicely." He took a generous gulp, the lukewarm alcohol refreshing his parched throat and relaxing him even further. His free hand gently guided the girl into a reclined position beside him, her lithe body stretched out next to his nude form. The gown that had been chosen for her complimented her in all the appropriate ways and hung off of her form in all the right places. He could see the outline of curve of her breasts and the delicate place between her thighs from the sheer material of the dress, and he found himself thirsting for the girl as well as the wine. It had been a long while since he had enjoyed a woman, and this would be an experience that he didn't plan on rushing and wasting.

He took a chunk of bread and bit into it, washing it down with another drink of wine before regarding her for a moment. "You may eat as well, if you like," he said simply, finishing off his bread and reaching for a piece of cheese. He enjoyed much of his meal in silence, simply studying the beautiful creature resting next to him. A slew of thoughts went through his head during the period of prolonged silence, such as whether or not she had been taken before, how she had been treated by the men of her village, how she felt about being the captive sexual servant of a Roman commander...

"You can drink as well. I'm sure you are parched." Tiberius handed her the goblet, closing her nimble fingers around the cup as he watched her. "And what is your name, girl?" he asked after a moment, adding, "I need to know what to call you when I take you."

Aria watched him silently as he took the goblet out of her hands she pressed them into her lap and between her legs nervously as she watched him. When his large hand moved to guide her into laying down beside him the girl took in a shaky breath as she laid on her side and looked to her new master with nervous blue eyes. When he pointed to the food she was going to politely turn it down but her stomach let out a growl of protest, It had been almost two days since she'd been allowed to eat and the food was nothing more than slave slop. She'd never had cheese in her entire life. The girl picked up a piece of cheese and a piece of bread before she plopped them into her mouth and then her blue eyes looked up to the Roman as she swallowed. The motion hurt since her throat was rather dry.

That was when he handed her the goblet of wine and he closed her shaky fingers around the cup. She glanced down at the wine before his question caught her off guard... her name... Aria took in a shaky breath as she took a sip of the wine and practically choked on its flavor. She handed it back to the man before coughing into her arm and shook her head before speaking, tears forming in her eyes. "No one has ever asked me my name... In my village... women like me do not have the right to own a name... we are called sluts... wenches and slaves..." She breathed out before she took in a shaky breath "I call myself Aria..." She turned her eyes to him before wiping the tears from her eyes.

Tiberius listened calmly to the young girl's tale, his eyes never leaving her face as she spoke, not even when the droplets of salty tears pooled in her blue eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks. He wasn't quite sure what it was, whether it was merely a feeling of pity for her or a certain sentiment of protectiveness over her now that she was his, but part of him felt effected by her tale. The idea of not having a name was so foreign to him that he could hardly believe it. Even if they were slaves, the women in Rome who were used to satisfy the men received names that they answered to. Of course, they were still referred to by the adjectives she had told him, but only generally during the act of intercourse whilst in the heat of the moment.

"Very well, then," the general replied with a tone of finality as he set the goblet aside. "You shall be called Aria from this day forth. You may consider this a blessing in disguise, not only that we Romans were the ones to capture you, but that it was I that chose you." One of Tiberius's strong hands rested on her knee, gently hiking the hem of her gown up as he ran his palm and fingers up the flawlessly smooth skin of her thigh. "I will not always take you gently, but I will take care of you while you are in my custody." He spoke honestly, rubbing the inside of her thigh and parting her legs ever so slightly as his hand neared her womanhood. "You are a very beautiful girl, Aria, and I would like to take you tonight."

Aria took in a shaky breath to his words... He'd allowed her to keep her name! The excitement in her entire body caused her to twitch when his hand touched her knee and gently lifted her skirt. His finger's trailed up her leg which caused a moan to escape her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. "T... thank you..." She spoke to him in his tongue when he told her it was a blessing that he had chosen her. The girl slid onto her back with a groan as his finger's ran up her thigh making her breath hitch. When he spoke again the girl turned her head towards him and nodded gently before she whispered "I am ready to please my new master... after he has shown me such kindness..." She breathed out even though it was obvious the girl was nervous.

When he parted her legs slightly and his hand traveled closer to her delicate but used flower she took in a fast intake of breath and moaned out as she ran her fingers through her hair and turned her eyes to the man again. He'd called her beautiful... she was never called beautiful before... everything this man said made her feel so special and happy... she nodded gently to the end of his words as she opened her legs a bit more for him she took in a shaky breath before moving her left hand towards him to touch his skin with her soft ones, running a finger over an old scar on his chest.

He watched as her lithe form slid back so that she was resting fully on the bed, her legs parting further as his strong, calloused hand slid up the smooth inner flesh of her thigh. Tiberius could figure, loosely, from the way she spoke and addressed him as his palm and fingertips ghosted up her leg, that she had been a slave of this sort to some form of Persian chieftain. It was an interestingly convenient and even intriguing quality about the young girl that worked to harden his large, exposed member. She would obviously be not only familiar but skilled in the things which he would have her do with him, a prospect that greatly pleased the general.

His hand traveled even father up, bringing the hem of her beige gown up to her hips, exposing the tops of her thighs and her glistening womanhood to his hungry eyes. His fingers trailed to the delta between her legs and the tips of them found her slick pussy. The rough pads of his fingers massaged her folds, rubbing back and forth and collecting her juices on them as he continued his ministrations. His teasing went on for several long moments, working her into arousal before retracting his hand and moving to rest on his back, his head propped up by the short headrest of the cot. "Yes," he murmured huskily, gripping the base of his erect member and making it stand upright. "Please me. Start by sucking."


A young woman with a slender figure, lithe body, and large blue eyes. Her appearance is accentuated by the sheer dress she wears that highlights her feminine curves. Despite her circumstances, she carries an air of innocence and nervousness around her. She's been treated poorly in the past but has managed to retain some sense of self-worth. Aria is submissive and obedient due to her background as a slave, yet she shows signs of resilience and adaptability in the face of adversity. Furthermore, she appears capable of expressing gratitude for small acts of kindness shown towards her.

He watched as her lithe form slid back so that she was resting fully on the bed, her legs parting further as his strong, calloused hand slid up the smooth inner flesh of her thigh. Tiberius could figure, loosely, from the way she spoke and addressed him as his palm and fingertips ghosted up her leg, that she had been a slave of this sort to some form of Persian chieftain. It was an interestingly convenient and even intriguing quality about the young girl that worked to harden his large, exposed member. She would obviously be not only familiar but skilled in the things which he would have her do with him, a prospect that greatly pleased the general.

His hand traveled even father up, bringing the hem of her beige gown up to her hips, exposing the tops of her thighs and her glistening womanhood to his hungry eyes. His fingers trailed to the delta between her legs and the tips of them found her slick pussy. The rough pads of his fingers massaged her folds, rubbing back and forth and collecting her juices on them as he continued his ministrations. His teasing went on for several long moments, working her into arousal before retracting his hand and moving to rest on his back, his head propped up by the short headrest of the cot. "Yes," he murmured huskily, gripping the base of his erect member and making it stand upright. "Please me. Start by sucking."

Aria's eyes fluttered several times when she felt Tiberius's fingers move up her thighs, brushing her skirt up to her hips the girl chewed on the inside of her bottom lip as she felt his rough padded fingers begin to play around her sensitive folds which caused her to let out a tiny groan and made her hips and back shift a bit before she turned her large blue eyes back to the man who was now her new master. She took in a shaky breath when he moved away to grip the base of his hardening member. "Yes m... my master..." She breathed gentle to his command before she moved onto her elbows and her knees and positioned her mouth beside his cock.

She took hold of it in her gentle soft hands and glanced up to him before she let out a tiny shaky sigh and ran her tongue along the sides of his large member, trailing up the large veins that caused it to grow hard. She let out a grunt as she tasted the soap still on his skin which caused her to gag before she looked up to the man before giggling light and spoke in her language. "Master's member still has soap on it.." She coughed loudly before she placed her mouth around the member and washed the soap off with her own saliva. Her blue eyes fluttering up to look at him as she sat by his side with one elbow resting on his far leg and the other one keeping her up as she slid his member in and out of her mouth. The taste of the soap didn't seem to bother her much after the first time and her lashes fluttered as she groaned and bobbed her head on his pole gentle.


A monstrous shadow beast with large claws, great strength, and soulless red eyes. Its body is black and its member is massive, comparable in size to that of a horse. The creature displays an aggressive and predatory nature, driven by its lustful instincts without any regard for the well-being or consent of its victims. It seems to derive pleasure from inflicting pain and torment on others during these acts.

Creatura's claws roughly tore at her clothing, its great strength meant they were shredded from her within seconds. Its red gaze lingered on her perfect body. Breasts, large for her lithe form, were perfectly round with nipples that hardened in the cool morning air. It lifted her up holding both her arms above her in one hand. Its other hand spread her legs forcefully. As it dangled her in front of itself a sheath began to part revealing its growing member as it pushed its way out. It was about as thick around as a mans wrist and longer than the horses who were still bucking wildly in fear in the barn. It was black as the rest of the creature. It pressed this massive cock-head against the elf's sex making its intentions very clear.

Nitalia's panic turned into full on terror when the shadow latched on to her with a grip of iron and dragged her back beneath it. She let out a scream, unheard by the farmsteads surrounding, too far for the sound to reach. Her soaking, glistening breasts bounced as they were freed from their cloth prison, nipples immediately stiffening. Nitalia attempted to recoil, but the monster's grip was like iron. Her legs were pried apart and then she saw his member, too terrifying to be real for her virgin experiences. Nitalia's screams became obscenely loud as it pressed the 12+ inch member to her virgin slit. She kicked and screamed, knowing that she was to be impaled without question.

The shadow beast wrapped its large clawed fingers around her waist from behind and pulled her down onto its large thick shaft. Creatura cared not for her pleasure or readiness, it merely needed to feel her pussy spread for it and wrap around it, to pleasure it into releasing its seed and filling her. It thrust deeply into her, stealing her virginity in an instant. The creature let forth a sound not too far off from the purring of a large cat as it slid up inside her. She was a tight fit for its massive shaft and her folds wrapped tight around it.

Creatura let go of her hands now that she was impaled and used them to bring her down further on it. It looked at her with its inhuman red eyes as it mated with her. Though it was an alien beast, it had natural instincts that made it seek out these soft, humanoid maidens for this purpose. It did not question these instincts, instead slaking its lust on them as its nature commanded. It began to pull itself from her, sliding her upwards off its shaft only to drag her down upon him again with great force.

Nitalia gasped as she was impaled by the massive member, being handled like a doll. Her nether regions were a blaze of pain, even if she hadn't been a virgin, the massive cock would have stretched her beyond her limits. Every time he dragged her down the tip slammed into her cervix, spreading it and sending waves of searing pain up into her. Her legs kicked feebly and she screamed as she rose up and got dragged down, begging and sobbing for a reprieve from the relentless pounding. The massive head of the member was forcing its way through her cervix and up further every painful time he dragged her down, as if he was trying to fit his impossibly large cock completely inside her.

The bestial creature continued to assault her pussy, thrusting its cock deeper and deeper inside. Nitalia was helpless to fight back as Creatura rammed deep inside her forcing through her cervix, the tip of its member pushing up into her womb. It let out a more feral groaning sound as it took her with great force. Its soulless red eyes glared down into hers letting her see the nature of this monstrous twisted parody of a man that was in full control doing as it would with her. The elf twisted on its massive cock, bigger than that of the horses that were still freaking out near the back of the barn. The shadow beast placed one of its long black fingers against her lips and as she screamed out it pushed its finger into her mouth and down into her throat, imitating the fucking going on down below with its digit.

Nitalia screamed and gagged into the creature's finger, streams of saliva landing on her tits and stomach. The head of the creature's cock kept forcing itself into the elf's womb, making a bulge in the vague shape. Her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, fighting the stretching that was going on. The creature was going deep, but its massive cock could go even further, having a much greater length than her pussy could provide. The horrible thing had yet to even go harder.

Creatura knew enough not to permanently damage its partner beyond the ability to inseminate her and still be viable. Everything else up to that was fair game. It slid her to the point she was only holding the tip of its massive cock inside the badly abused lips of her pussy when suddenly it pulled her down with its inhuman strength. Slamming harder and faster than before her body bulged with the huge member pushing against her even deeper. As it continued to violate her throat with one finger, another on the same hand stroked her stomach, feeling along the length of its shaft pressing outwards on her skin. It had no visible mouth, but the victimized elf could almost sense a mocking sensation from its face as it horribly assaulted her body.

Nitalia almost passed out as the head sized tip of the monster's penis was perfectly outlined in her stomach. As the monsters other hand rubbed her bulging stomach, she desperately tried to get off of the massive cock that was impaling her, kicking off and slipping back down, the bulge in her stomach traveling up and down her muscular stomach. Nitalia gagged on the beasts fingers as she struggled.

Her struggling against being filled with the monster's cock only served to pleasure it more as her body rubbed against its shaft. Between its strong grasp and being impaled on the creature's rod there was no escape. She would be used as its needs and desires permitted and then filled with seed and carried off to its lair. The shadow beast began to pump at her body faster, each stroke filling her to the point of bulging around its shaft. Its purring moans became more frequent, they began to get louder. They reverberated through the abused elf's body. It continued to gag her with its finger, keeping her able to breathe enough to continue her struggles against it but keeping her from screaming out around its thick finger.

Nitalia's pussy was being stretched to its limits already and the bulge in her stomach only protruded more when he started thrusting, the tip of its titanic cock using her entire womb as its resting place, the angle of the thrusts giving her stomach an almost pregnant appearance. The muscles in her abdomen were starting to lose their flex and became the real tightness around the creature's cock, her pussy not large enough to contain its cock. Nitalia wondered about if she was even able to get impregnated by it, or if it would start using her ass instead, a deeper and tighter hole. Either way, she was going to be raped until her senses left her.

The inhuman predator Creatura glanced down to see her body full distended as much as it would allow and its shaft was still not fully inside her. Putting aside its instinctual need to copulate for the moment it instead decided to continue to pleasure itself. With its powerful grip it pulled her off of itself. She dangled in its grip as the shadow beast slid its cock beneath her and let the thick hardness of its shaft, coated in her pussy's juices, rub against her ass.

It poked and prodded around her until it found the tightness of her entrance. It wasted no time in pushing up towards the hole, feeling the tip of its cock began to roughly force open her ass. Now it brought her down upon it again, a supernaturally strong hand forcing her down onto its member as it invaded a new orifice.


An elf maiden with a lithe form and large breasts. She is described as having perfect features and hardened nipples in the cool morning air. As a virgin, she experiences terror and panic during her ordeal with the monstrous shadow beast. Throughout the story, she tries to escape or resist the creature's assaults but remains helpless against its strength and aggression. Her personality is characterized by fear, desperation, and vulnerability in this situation.

Nitalia's pussy was being stretched to its limits already and the bulge in her stomach only protruded more when he started thrusting, the tip of its titanic cock using her entire womb as its resting place, the angle of the thrusts giving her stomach an almost pregnant appearance. The muscles in her abdomen were starting to lose their flex and became the real tightness around the creature's cock, her pussy not large enough to contain its cock. Nitalia wondered about if she was even able to get impregnated by it, or if it would start using her ass instead, a deeper and tighter hole. Either way, she was going to be raped until her senses left her.


A 15 years old girl a small, slender frame and perky features. She initially appears shy and innocent but quickly reveals her underlying desire for attention and lustful intentions towards James. Her personality shifts between coy and flirtatious as she engages with James, revealing her curiosity and eagerness to explore the newfound attraction.

Jessica heard the gate open and close and then the neighbor sit down in her seat. She didn't open her eyes as he spoke. Instead, she flipped onto her stomach and put her perky ass on display as she swam back to the stairs of the pool which lead to the loungers. She flipped her hair back and rubbed the water out of her eyes before opening them to see quite the spectacle. His cock is so big. The young girl sucked on her bottom lip. Now that he was actually in front of her she suddenly felt very shy. She squeezed her thighs together and crossed her arms over her chest. I can't lose my nerve now.

"I'd love for you to help me with a drink..." she was going to say his name but then realized she had no idea. She didn't really have any idea at all about who he was, if he was married, if he had kids. Her parents had never had him over for dinner or anything. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship. "My name is Jessica." she smiled, walking her wet body over to the table next to the neighbor. She bent over and grabbed her glass, slowly sipping her beverage. She was just within arms reach.

"You're a very big man." not the most polite thing to say, but she meant it as a compliment. He was tall and fairly built. Plus he had a cock like she had never seen before, and it wasn't even out of his shorts yet! "What's your name?" she mustered up the most innocent smile she could, reaching her small hand out to touch his shoulder.

James loves watching the change in personality with the young girl as she suddenly became shy. It was cute to see that she was going to play coy after acting so slutty. He loved it. He loved the chase, knowing exactly how bad she wanted it. Especially after seeing her glance at his cock. He knew he had her. He knew she was mesmerized. And she hadn't even seen it yet. Or felt it...

"Why, thank you. I'm bigger than you think." He smirked at her as she walked closely. "You're such a small girl, which happens to be exactly my type." He eyed her young body up and down, very obviously checking her hot little body out. "I'm James. It's great to meet you, although I'm so sad we hadn't got to know each other earlier."

As she reached out for his shoulder, he reached back with his much larger arms. Easily reaching her body, he slid his large hands over her slick, slender waist, right above her ass, right where her panty line would lay. As he touched her it was clear that his strong hands could easily maneuver the small frame of the girl. And he loved it. As his hand landed his fingers dug gently but firmly into the top of her ass cheeks.

Jessica gnawed on her bottom lip while the neighbor spoke to her. James. James and Jessica. It's cute, right? she almost giggled at the thought, but she didn't want to come off as weird. Her face went a million shades of red when he said that she was his type. Well, you're my type, James. her eyes were already full of lust. Then his arms were around her. She shuddered, not used to having someone so big and strong put their hands on her. Then his fingers were grabbing at the top of her cute little ass. She whimpered and looked away from him for a moment, savoring the feeling of pleasure and a little bit of pain.

"I like having your hands on me, sir." she turned back and whispered. Stepping as close as she could, she moved herself to straddle his lip, her thin arms moving to wrap around his neck. His facial hair scratched against her skin. Her little cunt was already getting slick and her nipples were hard as rocks. She leaned forward and pushed her chest against his, their faces only inches apart, "We can get to know each other now." she spoke against his lips. She stuck her lemonade-soaked tongue out and pushed desperately at his lips, practically begging him to let her in his mouth.

Their foreheads were pressed together. She moved her hands to rub at his cheeks. Her hips were grinding against his cock in his shorts. She was getting him all sorts of wet since she was fresh out of the pool. But her pussy was making it's own special spot on his shorts as she pushed herself against him like a bitch in heat.

James groaned as she told him how she liked his hands on her. "You haven't felt the best of them yet." He smirked flirtatiously, then put his other hand on her, at the same place on her ass. As she began to grind on him with lust, his hands were perfectly placed to control her. His strong hands gripped her ass and spread her cheeks, helping her back and forth on his lap.

By now his cock was almost fully hard, loving the feeling of this young girl's slick pussy sliding over it. He positioned her so that his cock went right between her pussy lips, over her wet entrance and grinding up against her bare clit.

Then he kissed her, his tongue seductively sliding into her young mouth, tasting the lemonade on her. He slurped at her tongue before sucking on her lip, then biting it before he spoke. "And how would your parent react to seeing us get to know each other right here and now?" His cock was fully ready to know every inch of her right now, and he certainly wasn't afraid of her parent's reaction, but rather wanted to know to use to his advantage.

Jessica moaned while his cock began spreading her are pussy lips. The head of his cock would catch on her throbbing clit, making her shudder and whine. She had never felt so good in her entire life. He tasted delicious in her mouth. She wanted to taste every part of him. The way he controlled her with his hands on her plump ass drove her absolutely wild. He was big and strong and hairy and just so fucking hot.

"M-my parents?" the thought gave her pause. She stopped pushing her hips, holding herself up with her hands on his chest, "I don't... I don't know. They don't get along recently so they don't really pay much attention to me." she sucked on her bottom lip, finally considering what would happen when they came home, "I don't care." she said with a sense of confidence, sticking her chin in the air, "They can say or do what they want. But when they see a man like you giving me proper discipline, they might learn to like the situation." she smirked at him, her hard nipples on display against her perky tits.

*I don't know what they'll think. Dad probably won't do anything. Mom will just scream and yell like she always does. Would they take away my big, strong man? Would they take me away? Would we ever see each other again? I don't ever want this to end.* The thoughts were racing through Jessica's mind. But she tried her best to tune them out. She leaned back, moving her soft cunt lips against his hard shaft while she moved her hands up to her chest and squeezed at her plump breasts.


A 48 years old man, 6'2" tall, with an athletic fit body. He had broad shoulders that taper down to a slightly toned core. Though he's 48, he's aged well---his perfectly groomed salt and pepper beard to go along with the same color hair makes him look wise, yet experienced. His overall demeanor is stately and strong---putting off the perception that he was very much in control and gets whatever he wants. His strong presence and commanding nature make him alluring to Jessica.

Jessica moaned while his cock began spreading her are pussy lips. The head of his cock would catch on her throbbing clit, making her shudder and whine. She had never felt so good in her entire life. He tasted delicious in her mouth. She wanted to taste every part of him. The way he controlled her with his hands on her plump ass drove her absolutely wild. He was big and strong and hairy and just so fucking hot.

"M-my parents?" the thought gave her pause. She stopped pushing her hips, holding herself up with her hands on his chest, "I don't... I don't know. They don't get along recently so they don't really pay much attention to me." she sucked on her bottom lip, finally considering what would happen when they came home, "I don't care." she said with a sense of confidence, sticking her chin in the air, "They can say or do what they want. But when they see a man like you giving me proper discipline, they might learn to like the situation." she smirked at him, her hard nipples on display against her perky tits.

*I don't know what they'll think. Dad probably won't do anything. Mom will just scream and yell like she always does. Would they take away my big, strong man? Would they take me away? Would we ever see each other again? I don't ever want this to end.* The thoughts were racing through Jessica's mind. But she tried her best to tune them out. She leaned back, moving her soft cunt lips against his hard shaft while she moved her hands up to her chest and squeezed at her plump breasts.

As she paused with his question James decided to play with the young girl. One hand moved to her front, his thumb beginning to push at her throbbing clit, pressing it back and forth slowly. Then he began to slowly push it faster. "Well do you think they'd pay attention if the big strong neighbor was pounding into their young daughter? Would they say anything if they heard your loud moans? Do you think they'd do anything if I fucked that tight little pussy in front of them?"

His mind started to race with the possibilities. He knew exactly how big, strong, and intimidating he was. He knew he could get away with it if he fucked their daughter in front of their eyes. Even more. They might even be turned on. They might join in if they saw him in action.

One thing he knew—his smoking hot wife would love it. The tall, striking woman was turned on by his command of others. Her bald pussy would be dripping, eager to join in. He decided to go for it. "What if we try? What would happen if you invited me over for dinner?" He asked seductively.