An expressive and playful young woman, often giggling and teasing during conversation. She is very open with her emotions, blushing easily and frequently expressing herself through physical contact or verbal affirmation. Her hair features wet bangs that suggest a darker color due to the moisture. Although she can be quite bold in her interactions, there's also a sense of vulnerability about her; she experiences intense reactions to new experiences, indicating a certain level of innocence or naivety. This combined with her tendency to moan and whimper suggests that she is somewhat submissive by nature.

Giggling louder, she smiled up at the woman as her still wet bangs were swept from her face, before she nuzzled softly into the woman's hand. "Hmmm... perhaps later we can have truffle caviar with wagyu steaks and some champagne? Sprinkle a bit of gold flake over everything?" she teased, before breaking into another fit of giggles, which promptly cut off mid giggle as the woman suddenly took her top off and bra off.

Sarah stood there with her mouth open, her face burning red as she stared unabashedly at the woman's breast. Gulping, she closed her jaw before shivering with a soft gasp as she felt the woman's skin pressing to her own. She looked down at where their skin met, only to have her head tilted back up and her lips claimed by the woman's mouth once more. She moaned once more into the kiss, her own tongue moving out to meet the woman's while her hands slowly moved to grab onto Barbara's now bare sides.

Feeling the presence of a warm moistness, Barbara moaned as she moved her tongue out to meet Sarah's, curling it around and beginning a sensual little dance of the mouth-muscles. As their kissing became more feverish and needy, Barbara couldn't help but press against her friend a little bit more, their nipples rubbing against each other as she playfully shimmied at feeling Sarah's hands on her hips.

God, this close contact was rather terrific. Intoxicating. Much unlike anything she'd ever felt up until that point, and she felt a bit of a need growing between her legs. She wanted more. As she continued to wiggle and rub their breasts together, she reached down with a free hand down between Sarah's legs, slipping it carefully between their bodies and reaching forward to rub Sarah's pussy eagerly.

Sarah moaned into the kiss as the woman's tongue began caressing her own, and then soon found her body arching as the woman's nipples began flicking her own with the woman's slow movements of grinding their bodies together. Gasping and squirming against the woman, she pressed tighter, only to cave in as she felt the woman pressing against her.

She shivered, melting back under the woman's touch while her fingers dug into the woman's hips, holding on frantically to her. Trembling, she cried out, breaking the kiss as she leaned forward, biting down on Barbara's shoulder as she felt the hand suddenly reaching down between her legs, caressing her needy slit. "Mmmm... Barbara..." she moaned out.

Barbara gritted her teeth as she felt Sarah's own on her shoulder, but it was a rather light pain. She'd been used to far worse kinds of pain, both in fights she had in the cape and cowl and in her own past, even when she was paralyzed for a time. Moaning out Sarah's own name ever so lovingly, her fingers went to work below as her fingertips traced over the contours of Sarah's lower lips, going from the top to the bottom, and back to the top again. She took a couple of seconds extra to rub circles around her clit before moving her fingers back into place... and slowly dipping her middle finger into the warm wetness between.

Sarah whimpered into the woman's shoulder as she heard her name being moaned out, Barbara's voice making Sarah tremble as much as the fingers caressing and teasing her slit. "Barbara... Barbara please" she gasped out softly as she clung tighter to the woman, her nails digging in as she felt herself being teased. She'd say she was being warmed up, but right now she felt as if she were on fire, her body aching for the woman. Soon enough she had what she wanted, moaning and arching against the woman, dragging her breasts against Barbara's as the finger began easing inside of her, stealing the air from her lungs.

Barbara moaned lightly, herself, as she felt Sarah's breasts rubbing against her own again, their nipples rubbing together for a moment before she leaned her head back down. She began to lightly, lovingly lap away at the side of Sarah's neck as she passionately began to finger her out below, her pointer finger thrusting in, then beginning to pull out, starting a sensual pattern meant to cause as much pleasure as possible. Then, getting her movements together, she began a rhythm of movements while her other hand began to rub some of the skin around her pussy to cause even more blissful sensations.

Sarah gasped as she finally managed to get her breath back, only to moan as she felt their nipples flicking against each other with their grinding, felt the woman's body rubbing against her own. There had been a part of her that wondered what this would meant, but at this point, there was really only one thing. She was gay, she was super gay. She'd only ever been with one man and it had been, well dull, quite awful really.

She couldn't get into it, and she'd never found a man that really excited her, especially now that she knew what being excited truly meant. Her whole body was aching to feel more of Barbara's, and her hips rolling against the woman's fingers as they pushed inside of her. "Barbara... I'm close" she gasped out as her nails began digging in to the woman's back as she clung to the woman.

Barbara's teeth clenched together as she felt Sarah's nails dig in, but also took this as a positive sign. She could feel Sarah's insides begin to clench a little and shiver at her movements below; she was close, very close, to the climax she'd been craving with her for some time. She continued to lick at her neck, feeling the vein excitedly pump underneath her tongue, through Sarah's skin, as she continued to finger her out below. "That's it... good... don't hold back any longer~!" She moaned out as she continued to play with her friend below.

Sarah whimpered, her head falling back offering the woman full access to her throat and bosom as she moaned. "Goddess Barbara... Barbara w-wait, please, Barbara!" she cried out, whimpering as she pulled herself in close and tight to the other woman, trembling and burying her face in tight against the woman's shoulder as she came. Her orgasm washed over her as she lost herself into a haze of bliss and pleasure.

However, between a hot shower, a warm room, her starvation and all around exhaustion, her orgasm simply pushed her over the edge, and she suddenly slumped forward, ragdolling in the woman's arms. She'd cum herself to sleep, or very nearly at least, her eyes half open, obviously in a daze, she was utterly spent, and if not for Barbara holding her up she'd likely collapse onto the ground before the bed.

Once Barbara felt Sarah's orgasm start to take effect, her hand froze so that she could let her friend ride it all out. She was surprised at how long her friend's body shook, but she did her best to keep her held in place. She didn't want her to fall. Smiling as she saw Sarah starting to relax, she leaned down and kissed her lips, forehead and neck before gently freeing her finger from her friend, and moving in aside her. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. That was my first... a-and in my opinion, my best yet~" she purred. She snuggled up aside the fellow redhead, wrapping a leg gently around one of Sarah's.

However, the evening activities did not necessarily go unnoticed... as a few moments ago, a certain cat-suited associate of the Bat-Family had landed on the roof of the mansion, near one of the sky lights and was about to head inside before she noticed some movement through the glass. She'd been spending the last few minutes watching down at the two lovers below, getting a little bit curious about the stranger in particular.

She looked... intriguing. Panting softly and smiling to herself as she retracted an ungloved hand from the lower portions of her suit underneath the zipper, she began to zip her uniform up. This was going to be a fun game to pry the gorgeous, young woman away from Barbara for a little time...

Sarah took a few moments to get herself back into reality, groaning softly as she snuggled in tighter still against Barbara. Panting still, she nodded her head, smiling and nuzzling in against the woman, smiling wide. "That was... my first time with a woman... and it was the best thing I've ever experienced" she said with a soft giggle. "Though... I think it has more to do it with being with you then just a woman" she teased, her voice still weak, her entire body still weak, she was at least coherent now. Her stomach was quick to remind them both of it's own desires now, especially after all the energy she had just spent.

"Mmmm... I don't think I can really make it, to the kitchen though" she admitted with another soft giggle as she dropped away from Barbara and dropped down to sit onto the edge of the bed, and laying herself backwards on it, admiring just how soft the bed but also realizing now that she'd lay back on it, she was not getting up.


An assertive and dominant woman who takes charge in intimate situations. Her direct actions and confident demeanor suggest a strong personality with a certain level of experience. She is physically attractive, given Sarah's reactions to her, and she's comfortable with nudity, suggesting confidence in her own body. The mention of her being used to pain implies that she has robust physique and quite resilient. Moreover, the reference to cape and cowl fights suggests that she may have an adventurous or even heroic side to her character.

Once Barbara felt Sarah's orgasm start to take effect, her hand froze so that she could let her friend ride it all out. She was surprised at how long her friend's body shook, but she did her best to keep her held in place. She didn't want her to fall. Smiling as she saw Sarah starting to relax, she leaned down and kissed her lips, forehead and neck before gently freeing her finger from her friend, and moving in aside her. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. That was my first... a-and in my opinion, my best yet~" she purred. She snuggled up aside the fellow redhead, wrapping a leg gently around one of Sarah's.

However, the evening activities did not necessarily go unnoticed... as a few moments ago, a certain cat-suited associate of the Bat-Family had landed on the roof of the mansion, near one of the sky lights and was about to head inside before she noticed some movement through the glass. She'd been spending the last few minutes watching down at the two lovers below, getting a little bit curious about the stranger in particular.

She looked... intriguing. Panting softly and smiling to herself as she retracted an ungloved hand from the lower portions of her suit underneath the zipper, she began to zip her uniform up. This was going to be a fun game to pry the gorgeous, young woman away from Barbara for a little time...


An adult male with a dominant and coercive personality, showing little regard for the comfort or consent of others. His actions hint he has a perverse interest in underage individuals. He derives satisfaction from manipulation and control, demonstrating a lack of empathy towards his victims. Despite his cruel tendencies, he can display a veneer of charm when it suits him, using this to manipulate others into complying with his desires.

Unveiling Hawani's delectable little body was just as much a treat as having her climb into his lap, with her perfect mocha skin and that flat chest of hers, so cute and enticing he could hardly resist. Before he'd had a chance to do anything else however, Hawani suddenly turned around a little, head down, while she posed her question. "Oh?" he responded after a moment of being surprised, breaking into a grin at how cute she was being. "That's a surprise, I guess you learned from watching your sister?" he chuckled, one of his hands moving up from her waist to cup her non-existent chest, fondling the softer area where breasts would one day bud.

"Asking me that so earnestly, that's a pretty dangerous thing, Hawani," he replied, moving his other hand to prop her head up to look at him, one finger under her chin, "Guess we'll just have to see if you're any good with your mouth then. Stick your tongue out for me."

Another small whimper escaped Hawani's lips as his hand went from her slender hip to her flat, childish chest, her nipples the only hard thing he could find there, everything else just smooth, soft, and warm skin. The whimper then turned into a gasp as his other hand moved her head and propped it up, forcing her to look at him, her gaze now forced to catch his. She was clearly nervous and afraid, small tears in the corners of her eyes, and still she nodded in understanding and perhaps even determination. Somewhat hesitantly, the little child opened her sweet mouth wide, pushing her tongue out as she did as ordered, practically offering herself to Varn at this moment.

That teary eyed look of innocence and meekness made Varn's cock throb with need in his ragged pants, her big eyes gazing up at him with such vulnerability that it took considerable willpower not to fuck her then and there. Instead, he grinned, rubbing at the little girl's chin with his thumb. "There's a good girl~" he said, drawing his own tongue out to meet her cute, petite one, slippery digits soon engaged in a wrestling match, Varn moaning as he lewdly tasted her saliva.

At the same time, his other hand began to fondle and grope her flat chest, fingers rubbing at the area around her nipple, massaging it while his tongue wrestled with hers. Sloppy, wet sounds filled the hollowed out tree as he molested the little chocolate-skinned girl, sucking on her tongue eagerly before pushing their mouths together, kissing her hungrily.

Immediately being overwhelmed by this, Hawani had no clue how to react to this, and her body reacted on instinct, going stiff and trying to make herself small, but as she was unable to escape, she could only accept the kiss. For a few seconds it stayed like this, before reluctantly she tried to clumsily return the kiss, her small, dexterious but inexperienced tongue moving slowly and shyly, her lips half closed, her eyes closed. She whimpered into the kiss, her small body stiff and trembling, her heart beating like crazy. She was a defenseless, helpless morsel in his claws, and it was showing, the size and power difference just obscene to see.

Not letting up for a moment, allowing her no chance to gather her wits, Varn continued to kiss and grope her, his tongue pushing inside of her tiny mouth and wrestling her into submission, enjoying the sensation of it wiggling back against him. With his other hand no longer needing to keep her head raised, it instead moved to pull down his ragged pants, finally freeing his throbbing and erect cock from its confines, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

It now stood at its full, impressive size between her legs, straight enough that the base of it was pressing against her underage chocolate pussy, big enough compared to her that it reached past her navel. Without taking his mouth from hers, he took one of her hands by the wrist, then led it towards his cock, her slender fingers looking downright tiny next to it as he pushed her hand onto it, moaning at the sensation of her soft little hand making contact with his throbbing manhood.

By the way Hawani reacted, shy and overwhelmed and just somehow trying to not get simply taken, it was clear that he was getting her to submit, if she hadn't done so already in the first place. Her mouth half open, gasping and panting into the kiss, she surrendered to him and her tongue wiggled around his and pushed against it, her lips sucking on his. However she gasped in shock as she felt her hand touching his hard member, her soft, smooth, darker skinned hand not able to close around it, looking kinda lost against his member. She whimpered and pulled her head back slightly, looking at his hard cock. Her eye grew huge, her mouth showing shock, her face flushed. "Hnnn... you are... v-very big... ummm... I d-don't think... hnnn... it will fit..." she managed to whisper, staring at that monster poking out between her legs and up to her navel and beyond.

Almost as if hearing her words and awe, Varn's cock throbbed and twitched against her fingers, growing hotter and harder with every passing moment. The rush of pleasure had Varn exhale a satisfied sigh, and he moved his hand to rub at her thigh, the other one continuing to fondle her flat chest, just enjoying the feeling of her small, soft body on his. There were few things that could have taken his mind off of the storm as well as this. "Hmm? Guess you'll just have to give it a try, won't you?" he said with an amused chuckle, fingers caressing for her wonderfully soft thigh before his other hand moved down to take her other one, pushing her legs together to squish his cock between them. "Go ahead, you said you wanted to use your mouth instead. Now's your chance to prove you're good enough for it."

Hawani kept her eyes on Varn's oversized cock (from her perspective), nervously licking her lips and trembling, as well as shuffling around a bit, in turn rubbing the inside of her thighs against his throbbing shaft without trying to. She sniffled softly, clearly intimidated, and did not offer any resistance as he moved her legs around a bit, making her thighs actually act like a soft, warm, creamy smooth vice around his shaft. "O... O-Okay..."

Nervously, she lowered her head while also keeping her hand on his massive meat, shifting backwards a bit to actually get this low with her head and still keeping her legs around his member. Then, showing quite a lot of flexibility, her warm, soft lips touched the tip of his cock, her tongue darting out to hesitantly lick over his glans, her hot breath dancing over his length. She was trembling, nervous, and afraid, completely out of her depth. And this is how she remained, licking and sucking softly on his tip, not daring to go deeper or perhaps unable to do so.

A groan of pleasure left Varn as the tiny, chocolate-skinned girl's petite little tongue licked across the tip of his cock, feeling the warm, wet digit tease at the sensitive flesh of his throbbing manhood. The sensation of her amazing lips on it was enough to make it twitch with obvious need, already leaking pre cum from its tip, a rush of pleasure coursing through his body. "Aaaah, that hit the spot," he said, continuing to fondle her shapely thighs and keep them pressed against his cock, enveloping it in her building warmth, "but you're gonna need to do a little better to satisfy me like that. You can fit more in your mouth, can't you?"

It was pretty clear that Hawani knew in theory what she was doing but had never done any of this before; she might have seen it but had no practical experience. Her tongue was moving slowly and clumsily, her motions were hesitant and insecure, her sucking was inconsistent, but she gave it a good try at least. And her lips were sweet, soft, and warm, pretty little she could do wrong with them. She let out a small whining mewl and nodded softly, hesitantly, her body trembling, both her hands now holding onto his shaft like she needed to move it around, as she opened her mouth wider and tried to get more of his head into her mouth. "Hnnnnn..."

Her lips barely passed over half over his massive cock head, her tongue wiggling inside her mouth in a panic, her eyes watering already.

It was only due to a show of kindness, still grateful that she'd managed to get the fire going, that Varn hadn't immediately pushed her head down onto his cock and forced her to take it all the way to her throat. The way she struggled to take in more and more of him, however, was already incredibly satisfying, feeling her tight little mouth being filled so completely by his cock, with blissful warm wetness enveloping him, and her small hands grasping at his shaft to keep it steady while he pushed her legs closed around the base of it.

This was easily the most pleasurable thing he'd felt in weeks, and for the first time, he found himself actually grateful to have been thrown overboard, stranded in some unfamiliar place with only rags to wear and a storm overhead. He was going to be damned sure he'd get the most out of it. "Mmmm... haaaa... just like that, Hawani," he groaned, fingers sinking into her squishy thighs in response to the sudden rush of ecstasy, and he couldn't help but lean in over her a little, looming from behind her and just enjoying her soft little body in his lap, sharing their warmth while the storm raged outside.

Fighting to get more off his oversized dick into her mouth, Hawani was slobbering and sucking on Varn's prick fiercely, as much as she could really, fighting the urge to simply stop and pull away, slowly pushing her head down further, engulfing slowly more and more of his glans into her mouth. Her tongue wiggling, her lips compressed, her hot, wet mouth around perhaps two thirds of his cock head, sniffling and slurping while she did so. The position she was in, with her thighs also wrapped around his shaft and her upper body turning downwards, did not exactly help in that regard, but she did not dare to move, her small body shivering out of fear and nervousness.

While her skill certainly left plenty to be desired, Hawani's tight little mouth felt amazing around his cock, and as he'd been pent up for so long, it didn't really make much difference to him. Just the fact that he was finally inside a cute little girl's mouth again was a divine boon, freeing him of the misery and stress he'd been experiencing ever since being captured. In that regard, she'd saved him in more ways than one, and he was going to be damn sure to show her his 'gratitude.'

"Gaaah... so close..." Varn grunted, straining from the effort of holding back at least a little, struggling to fight down the rapidly building climax if only for a short while. His fingers dug into her thighs, squishing them around his cock, fondling them and using them to massage the base of it, his throbbing manhood leaked copious amounts of pre-cum into her tiny mouth already. If he'd been in better condition and hadn't gone without release for what felt like months already, he may have been able to hang on for longer.

However, it was far too much pleasure, and his control was breaking quickly, feeling Hawani's soft little body wrapped around him in so many ways, struggling to keep his fat cock inside of her innocent little mouth. "Hawani... can't hold on... any longer!" he groaned, one of his hands leaving her legs to grab hold of the back of her head, and in the moment of his orgasm, he pushed her down onto himself as far as was physically able, relishing the sensation of her body panicking and the increase in tightness. "Make sure... to drink it all!"

Like a dammed up river suddenly breaking, he came inside of her underage mouth, releasing a truly ludicrous volume of pent up seed inside of it, his other arm moving to clutch her smaller body to himself, keeping her in place as he pushed her face down onto his cock. Moaning and groaning, he let his urges find release at long last, his cock throbbing almost violently as it spurted out rope after rope of thick, tangy cum inside the unfortunate girl's mouth, the pleasure almost enough to make his vision darken from the sheer intensity.

Hawani had been about to pull back, but then already Varn grabbed the back of her head and pushed her helpless little head down, forcing her to accept more of his dick into her too small mouth, a gagging, retching, and surprised sound emanating from between her sweet soft lips. And then already he came, and she had no chance but to swallow, gagging and spurting and hitching but also swallowing quickly, whimpering as she did so, her whole body shaking under the assault, tears in her eyes, her small hands holding onto his throbbing member. She sat practically bent over in his lap, folded practically in a nearly impossible position, slurping and swallowing his powerful seed, some of it escaping from the corners of her lips and some even shooting out of her nose again, making her eyes and nose run only the harder.

When he finally released her, she came up quickly, gasping for air and shaking, coughing violently, her whole body shivering from it all. "Hnaaa... aaa... haaaa..."

The intense rush of pleasure Varn experienced was enough to banish all thoughts of his current situation and the storm raging outside, bringing with it only blissful ecstasy and a most welcome numbness as his body finally found release from all of those pent up frustrations after far too long. Of course, poor Hawani had to be the unwilling participant of that, but he found it much too cute the way she struggled and squirmed in his lap trying to get free as he forced her head down onto him, coming inside of her mouth like a few times before in his life.

When it was finally over, his orgasm relented, Varn released the girl's head and allowed her to pull free, face stained with tears and cum in equal measure, her tiny body quivering as she gasped for air. "Aaaaah... I knew you had it in you, Hawani," he said with a chuckle, patting her softly on the head, enjoying the sight of her chocolate skin dripping with his seed. "There's a good girl. Lucky thing I rescued you from that beach, wasn't it? Imagine how cold and lonely this place would be without you," he added with an amused chuckle, his twitching cock standing proudly between her thighs, dripping with cum and her saliva.


A young, underage girl with dark mocha skin. She has a petite and slender body, described as having a flat chest indicative of her prepubescent age. Her personality is timid and submissive, often displaying fear and nervousness. Despite her lack of experience and understanding, she tries to comply with the demands made on her due to her vulnerable position. She appears innocent, naive, and easily manipulated due to her youth and inexperience.

Hawani had been about to pull back, but then already Varn grabbed the back of her head and pushed her helpless little head down, forcing her to accept more of his dick into her too small mouth, a gagging, retching, and surprised sound emanating from between her sweet soft lips. And then already he came, and she had no chance but to swallow, gagging and spurting and hitching but also swallowing quickly, whimpering as she did so, her whole body shaking under the assault, tears in her eyes, her small hands holding onto his throbbing member. She sat practically bent over in his lap, folded practically in a nearly impossible position, slurping and swallowing his powerful seed, some of it escaping from the corners of her lips and some even shooting out of her nose again, making her eyes and nose run only the harder.

When he finally released her, she came up quickly, gasping for air and shaking, coughing violently, her whole body shivering from it all. "Hnaaa... aaa... haaaa..."


A woman with a milky pale complexion and striking green eyes. She is quick and nimble, as she's described as the fastest in her family. Despite being shaken by the events that transpire, Lily demonstrates courage and resourcefulness during moments of danger. Her personality is a mix of curiosity and vulnerability, as she tries to adapt to the rapidly changing circumstances around her.

As Lily saw the other bolts hit him, she screamed, her body moving swiftly, perhaps a taint of something, she had always been the quickest in her family. But as one of the men fell, she crawled to the floor, grasping the downed crossbow, aiming it past the door frame, seeing one turning on his tail and trying to retreat from where he had come. She did not think, barely aimed, she just pulled the unclicked trigger, watching as the bolt flew upwards from her floored position, catching the man in his chest, hearing his gasp and stagger back as air leaked into one of his lungs.

She seemed frozen then, even as he spoke to her, she could not believe she had fired at the man, most likely killed him. She swallowed hard, finally lifting green gaze to Balthez before she fell back, not fainting but her gaze fell to the ceiling above, trembling a bit where she lay, not in horror, but just in the embrace of pure shock.

Balthez picked her up laying her on the bed as he knelt and sucked on the wound on her arm pulling the arrows coatings out of the wound before spitting them out with a bit of her blood and his as the insides of his mouth steamed and smoked. He quickly regenerated the minor wounds leaving only swollen puckers where the arrows had hit him as it would take rest to regenerate them. He heard a scuffling down the hall from his room and knew that would be the few gypsies that had followed him dealing with the second wave. He knew that more than likely they had known who he was from the reception he had received and decided to leave them a gift.

He walked over to his coffin and opened the lid and gripped and turned hidden lever on the inside. He stood moving quickly he tossed her over his shoulder and grabbed one of the corpses and tossed it out one of the bigger windows. He followed behind the falling glass, the flesh of his torso spreading out to become a giant airfoil. He glided over the lamp light streets of London and moved her so that she was cradled in his arms. "I hope you do not find the night air to chill my dear, but it was getting a bit to noisy back there," He said right before the forty pounds of dynamite that was hidden in his coffin went off. He had had to many close calls with getting caught in the daylight and had rigged all his coffins with such bombs to take out any who dared disturb his slumber.

Lily winced as she was laid across the bed, arching up and tensing as the wound was tended, her eyes clenching tight as pain throbbed deep through her upper arm. She bolt dragging across the bone as it is pulled free of her flesh, her breath catching as the blood pours free until sealed against his lips.

As he dealt with his own injuries, she sat up on the bed, watching with the dazed affects of the shock and the loss of blood. Eyes followed his movements as he moved towards the coffin, some lever pulled before she felt him lifting her, tossed across his shoulder, she heard the shattering of the window as the glass sprayed outward in a wave of broken prims, casting the low light in a thousand little rainbows before settling to the ground.

She winced but gritted her teeth against the pain, trusting his grip upon her as he shifted her to his arms, her own wrapping loosely about his neck, clinging as he ran, carrying her so easily. She heard it then as the distance grew between them and the house, her body feeling the heat briefly before it dimmed to the cold of night, shivering some, teeth chattering as she pressed tighter against him, speaking in a shaky voice...

"I... I think I can... bare ittt... a abiitt... yess..."

Balthez landed in the entrance of a carriage house attached to a large manor just over a mile from the now burning hotel. Setting her down he grabbed a horse blanket from here it hung and wrapped her in it. "Worry not, this is the house of a servant of mine," He said as older gentleman flanked by servants came out into the carriage house.

"Lord Venaris we had feared you had gone up with your coffin when we heard of the explosion just now," Said the older man his voice giving away his gypsy heritage. The servants bowed all save the one helping the older man as he bowed to Balthez.

"Rise my old friend, and would one of you kind ladies fetch my dear here something to wear, we had to leave in a hurry," he said as he took the mans hand helping him up. "Arm your men and have them stand watch the Vatican has sent a squad after me and I am not sure all of them were taken care of," He whispers to the old man who nods and speaks a few words in a foreign tongue and sends the men there scurrying. "Come my pet we shall get you warmed up and feed then we can see what to do next," He said holding his hand out for Lily's.

Lily watched as the ground passed quickly, clinging to Balthez, her strength weakening some as the chill set in, mingling with her already shocked state. Warmth of the blanket soon enveloped her, giving a bit of her will back, green hues lifting towards the older gentleman in a soft greeting.

Soon she was shown a few dresses within a small trunk, the dresses of a gypsy nature, finding a black bodice, a white chemise, then a vibrant colorful overskirt, jewels of red and blue and green, complimented the outfit. Some soft leather boots finished it and she was soon dressed, moving back to Balthez side as he spoke with his friend, trembling a bit as she came from the trance of shock.

Hand offered, fingers would slip inside, grasping lightly. She would watch quietly, her green gaze darkened and a bit dim as she pressed even closer, seeking the warmth of his recently fed body.

A glass of wine was offered and taken as Balthez pulled his new pet close. "I take it my crypt has been made ready," Balthez asked the old gypsy. With a nod the man lead the way to winding stair case as a young boy hurriedly ran ahead lighting the sconces on the wall to light the way down. He sipped on the wine finding it a decent wine he offered some to Lily saying, " Have some my dear it will help warm you back up."

They were lead down to a sub basement that had been a vault for the lords of the manor for some time. Balthez breathed deeply of the musty crypt air as he looked over the accommodations. Mahogany furniture lined the walls around the large four post bed draped in crimson satin. At the foot of the bed sat a large coffin like the one that had sat in the hotel room before it had been turned into a blazing inferno. "I take it they shall bring my guest a hearty meal," He said to the old man as he gave him a nod to let him know things would be fine and he could leave.

"It shall be as you command Lord Venaris," The older gypsy said as he leaned on the young boy that had lit the way as he bowed. They then returned to whence they had come leaving Balthez and Lily alone in the dusty Crypt.

The swirl of Lily's colorful skirts only seemed to mimic the rush of musky hues that surrounded her as she was ushered towards his safe resting place. Everything seemed so unreal, moving so quickly without even a moment to grasp the events of the night. Eyes darted deftly over the underground path, almost vague in her curious stare. The offered wine would be taken, fingers curling nimbly around the vessels stem, barely able to keep it from spilling as a nervous tremor threatened the elegant contents. Sips would be taken, quietly savoring the sweet dark wine, the stain upon her lips almost lewd against her milky pale complexion.

At the mention of food she looked up, voice hoarse, trembling after the night she had experienced... "Something light please, hearty I think would not suit my stomach well this eve." in truth she had more thirst than hunger and after a few precarious sips, was eagerly finishing her bit of the wine.


A supernatural being with abilities such as regeneration and transforming his torso into an airfoil for gliding. He appears to be strong and protective, as he carries Lily away from danger with ease. Balthez also displays a sense of authority and resourcefulness, having loyal servants at his disposal. His personality seems to be caring and composed, as he tends to Lily's wounds and provides comfort throughout their ordeal.

A glass of wine was offered and taken as Balthez pulled his new pet close. "I take it my crypt has been made ready," Balthez asked the old gypsy. With a nod the man lead the way to winding stair case as a young boy hurriedly ran ahead lighting the sconces on the wall to light the way down. He sipped on the wine finding it a decent wine he offered some to Lily saying, " Have some my dear it will help warm you back up."

They were lead down to a sub basement that had been a vault for the lords of the manor for some time. Balthez breathed deeply of the musty crypt air as he looked over the accommodations. Mahogany furniture lined the walls around the large four post bed draped in crimson satin. At the foot of the bed sat a large coffin like the one that had sat in the hotel room before it had been turned into a blazing inferno. "I take it they shall bring my guest a hearty meal," He said to the old man as he gave him a nod to let him know things would be fine and he could leave.

"It shall be as you command Lord Venaris," The older gypsy said as he leaned on the young boy that had lit the way as he bowed. They then returned to whence they had come leaving Balthez and Lily alone in the dusty Crypt.


a young woman, twenty-one years old, with long blonde hair. She spends most of her time dressed in short dresses and sucking on flavored pacifiers, suggesting a childlike innocence and enforced infantilization. Her personality is passive and obedient due to her father's control over her life. Despite the circumstances she endures, she finds solace in small pleasures such as drawing and humming tunes.

All her life this house and her father was all the twenty-one-year-old ever knew. All her life her father bought her dresses that barely reached her knees. And to go with each outfit, a pacifier was included to match, and the breast section was cut out so that they always remained exposed. Her bedroom was a soft pink and purple. Hannah wore matching panties with each dress.

Hannah relaxed upon her plush pink and purple bed, complete with matching fluffy pillows and soft purple blankets. The wallpapers were soft pink with purple flowers painted upon the pink paint. Humming softly, Hannah suckled upon the pacifier in her mouth, her long, blonde hair drying after the bath her father had given her an hour before. She lay upon her stomach, drawing with crayons and markers. Lying upon her belly, she had her legs crossed at the ankles, moving back and forth.

Capping one of the scented markers, she drew her name in the middle of the page, drawing various flowers and butterflies upon the page, continuing to suckle upon the pacifier and humming.

"Perfect. It's ready," Jackson said as he exited his office and traveled down the long hallway that lead to his daughter's bedroom. In his hand he held a large bottle of unmarked lotion. He had developed this lotion as a solution to a problem. He enjoyed milking his daughter, but she never seemed to produce enough for him. He was hoping this would help.

He entered her room and called out for her. "Hannah, come now." He barked for her. He was in all senses an abusive father with a very nasty temper. He was known to whip his daughter until she bled, or sometimes even stab her when she was bad.

The man's daughter indeed lived in the laboratory. A secret room of course marked Private. The young woman wasn't familiar with the outside world. The humming stopped and she put away her notebook and the coloring markers and crayons. Little did Hannah know her father had developed something special for his daughter. Still suckling the pacifier, Hannah wearily excited the pink and purple bedroom, her bare feet making little noise as she shuffled toward the sound of her father. Her small breasts poking out of the cut holes. Nervously she fiddled with the hem of the dress as she reached the milking room down the hall. She paused when she saw the white, unmarked bottle in her father's hands. Hannah remained silent, keeping the pacifier in her teeth. The pacifier strangely calmed her. The plastic was flavored with each pacifier. This one was a soft wintergreen mint. Another development for her by her father, the pacifiers. They were always making flavored ones for her to suckle.

Looking over at the all too familiar table, Hannah shuffled her way to the table and hopped upon the metal before lying down, her bouncy blonde hair fanning all around her. Her breasts standing at attention as Hannah knew what was next. The sound of suckling filling the room as Hannah looked over at her father.

"You better be glad you came when you did." Jackson growled at her as he sat in the chair beside the table and got the lotion out and put some on his hands. "Maybe now you'll produce some fucking milk when I tell you too." He said as he roughly massaged the lotion into her breasts, making sure to squeeze them any chance he got. He also had a nasty habit of raping his daughter whenever he was horny.

As the lotion was applied, the blonde daughter held still, grimacing slightly as she felt him squeeze her petite breasts. It wasn't long before Hannah could begin to feel the effects. Strange effects as they were. Her breasts became tingly and her soft pink buds became hardened and tingly as well. Hannah stirred upon the table as she continued to suckle upon the soft mint flavored pacifier. As she felt her breasts and buds become completely hardened and even more tingly, Hannah let out a soft groan.

"That's better." Jackson said as he sat the lotion on the shelf before standing up and smirking at her. "Is time for playtime with daddy." He laughed as he walked to the end of the table and swiftly pulled her panties down and away from her, leaving her dress on, while lightly smacking her pussy.

The man's blonde daughter didn't have to question what was going to happen next. A soft whimper could be heard past the flavored pacifier she continued to suckle on. She flinched as his hand struck her between her legs, and she spread her legs a bit to reveal her shaven womanhood. After all, she knew her father liked her body to be neat and clean. Her breasts and pink buds continued to tingle as a side effect from the applied lotion.


an older man, the father of Hannah. He is a dominant and controlling figure. He has a temper and shows no hesitation in using violence or sexual abuse to maintain control over his daughter. He also is scientifically inclined, creating various concoctions for his own twisted purposes. His personality is abusive, manipulative, and perverse, showing no empathy or regard for his daughter's wellbeing.

"That's better." Jackson said as he sat the lotion on the shelf before standing up and smirking at her. "Is time for playtime with daddy." He laughed as he walked to the end of the table and swiftly pulled her panties down and away from her, leaving her dress on, while lightly smacking her pussy.


A handsome man with strong Italian features, his heritage reflected in his facial muscles and thick accent. He dresses sharply, often seen in an iron-pressed suit that hugs his well-built body. His personality reflects the complexity of his position as a Mafia boss. He's assertive and dominant, yet shows a softer side when dealing with Veronica. Despite his harsh exterior, he yearns for love and connection which he seeks from Veronica. However, he struggles to control his temper and can become aggressive when pushed or tested. His possessiveness over Veronica indicates a controlling nature but also reveals an underlying vulnerability.

"I just want a year with her. One year for her to discover she loves me." Matteo looked at his hitman. "Tell me you got her? I will talk to her myself." As his man nodded his head he went to the mirror and straightened his tie. He wanted her to be with him, maybe it was ever since his father was shot, but once he was given full control of the mafia something was different, he saw her. The way she haunted his dreams. Matteo looked to the window and saw the ocean crashing across the shores.

The way his iron pressed suit hugged his body, he took off the suit jacket and walked into the room where she was waiting. He walked over to her. "Ello, babygirl." He said softly as he circled around her like an animal to his prey.

Veronica awoke with a start. Blue eyes scanned the room she was in, as she sat up in the bed. This wasn't her hotel room, that much, she knew. She was only wearing her bathing suit, one that had ridden up to look like a thong on her, and her huge breasts barely covered. The last thing she really remembered was being in the pool at her resort, drinking happily. Her best friend Allie by her side, and her boyfriend Tyler, somewhere off in the distance. It had been her 22nd birthday.

Veronica got up and went to the door, only to find it was locked. She banged her fists against it for a few minutes before giving up. Where was she? Honestly, she was confused, and why was she locked in this room? Before she could think about it much, a man suddenly entered her room and walked over to her. He began to circle her as she stared at him. He seemed familiar, at least in the sense that she'd seen his face and heard those exact words from his lips. "Who are you?" Veronica asked softly. "Why am I here?"

Matteo looked at her softly, the way she seemed to be scared he didn't want that. "Don't be scared, I won't harm you." He looked at her carefully before going to the chair and crossing his legs. "I am Matteo." He said sternly, the Italian in his blood was deep and thick, it streamed through his facial muscles and through his tongue.

"You are here because I want you to be here." He said watching her softly taking in her entire features, everything just like he imagined it, her red hair and fiery spirit. "Babygirl, you are exactly as I remembered. Down to the very eyelash. Perfection."

Veronica stared at the man. He was handsome, but she didn't exactly know him. He said he wouldn't harm her, but she was skeptical about that. It made no sense. "Why do you want me here?" Veronica asked curiously. "I have no idea who you are. Just let me go!"

He watched her carefully, she seemed fine then panicked he extended his hand and smiled. "I want you to stay with me for a year, I want you to fall in love with me. You can have anything you want here, and at the end of this you will be begging for my cock." He said before sitting and looking at her.

"Are you insane?" Veronica asked. "I don't know you. You can't keep me here!" Veronica said angrily. "I don't... I'm not falling in love with you! I have a boyfriend, a life, friends!" Veronica said. "I don't want your cock." Panicked, Veronica tried to run past him.

Matteo watched as the woman panicked when trying to run past him he grasped her wrist and pushed her against the wall. "You can't run, I will find you.." He said as he grabbed her throat pressing gently. " Do you understand me?" He asked her as he found himself getting angry with her reaction. " It's not that hard to love someone. You just have to see overtime you will." He loosened his grip on her neck and nodded. "Be good babygirl."

Veronica gasped in surprise as he suddenly found herself thrown against the wall roughly, his body against her own as he grabbed her throat. "Why... are... you... doing... this?" Veronica got out in between gasps as she tried to breathe. "Come on! I love my boyfriend! I don't even know you!" Veronica protested as he finally let go of her neck. "God, why me?" Veronica asked, still trying to figure out why he wanted her in love with him.

Matteo looked at her softly, "You have three hundred and sixty five days to fall in love with me..." Taking a deep breath he watched her. "If you don't I will let you go." He stated calmly his hand running along her cheek.

"My father had been shot and killed in the fight as my family died I saw you, and seeing you in my visions and dreams, I want you to be with me. I'm just asking for your time. One year. What do you have to lose?"

Veronica sighed as she listened to the man. An entire year was a long time, but then there were other questions running through her mind. "What about my life, my job, my boyfriend? I can't just disappear, people will look for me." Veronica said softly, smiling as he tenderly ran his hand along her cheek. "Do you even know my name?" Veronica asked, trying to understand why he was so intent on being with her. How had he ever even seen her? "Fine. I guess. Just let me go if I don't ever love you..."

Matteo looked at her as she spoke the similar and repetitive question. "Babygirl, you don't have to worry about your boyfriend. I made sure my men left him a letter to tell him that you are disappearing from his life. For others, you have a... new job opportunity." He said looking at her smile. "I do my homework, Veronica." He stated towards her, wondering if she would try any funny business again, either way he would do what he must to keep her here, to do anything for her to fall in love with him.

Veronica listened to the man before her and sighed. It seemed he had planned this well, to the point where somehow, no one would really notice she was gone. Honestly, it kind of sucked, but what could she do? "So basically, you're the only person I can even talk to for an entire year?" Veronica asked, feeling a little frustrated at the situation. In spite of it, Veronica chose to lay down on the bed as she listened to him mention he did his homework. "Mm, do you though?" Veronica asked softly. "Why exactly do you think we'd be good together in the first place? You don't know me."

Matteo shook his head. "You will see other people. I promise you, you aren't my prisoner." He said calmly before moving close to her. "I won't touch you unless you ask for it, but I feel like we will be very compatible. I am not your boyfriend, I am better." He said softly as his eyes watched her, taking in her sight. "As for getting to know you. We have to. That's why I ask for the year, Veronica."

Veronica laughed as she heard Matteo. "If I'm not your prisoner, why don't you let me go?" Veronica said softly. "At least let me have my cell phone if I am to be stuck here." Veronica said with a sigh as he moved in close. She let out a small sigh of relief as he explained he wouldn't touch her unless she wanted him to. "Why do you think you're better?" Veronica asked softly. "So, what, I have to spend all of my time with you?"

Matteo looked at her, his anger starting to boil. "I am asking for a year. How hard is one year?" He asked her as she asked about her cell phone. "I will give it to you once I know you won't do anything stupid." He said softly as she sighed twice in the moment. "I just know I am, trust me." When she spoke about spending all of her time he looked at her. "Not all your time, I do have work to attend to but you can have access to the amenties in the home. You also will come with me when I have to go somewhere for business."

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. God, he was annoying and frustrating and she didn't get why he had to demand an entire year of her. "So you're just... cutting me off from the entire world?" Veronica pointed out softly.

She glared as he explained she would have to come with him. "And what is your business exactly?" Veronica asked, relaxing in the bed and trying to pretend this wasn't utter crap, what he was doing to her.

"Not for its entirety. Soon, darling. Soon." Matteo looked at her as she asked about his business. "My business is exactly that, my business." He growled under his breath noticing how she was testing his patience in every way possible. "Veronica, do you like TV? There is one, you can watch unless you want to do something with me?"

Veronica nodded as he explained she would get her phone back, even though she highly doubted that. Matteo looked angry as he claimed it was his business. Veronica, however, chose not to back down. Instead, she moved in closer to him before pressing her body into his, purposely playing with the man. "So I'm just supposed to accompany you while you conduct business I can't know about?" Veronica asked. "This isn't exactly the way to start this. You want me to get to know you, start with being honest." Veronica said.

"And what exactly do I wear when I'm with you? You're not exactly telling me what to expect." Veronica said softly. "How about we go shopping together?" Veronica asked softly. "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you see my naked body."

Matteo watched her, keeping his sight on her as she moved closer to him. "Once I told you, you would be afraid, and I don't want you to be scared of me, babygirl." He muttered before backing her against watching as she toyed with him. "I won't be toyed with, I don't take disobedience lightly. You can go shopping. I will get one of my men to set it up and then we will go." He said to her as he hovered near her, they were close and he felt a bulge in his pants start to form at the seduction she was playing with him.

Soon, Veronica was pinned back against the wall, and she giggled at his words. "You said you wouldn't touch me without my permission. I'm just... testing your limits." Veronica teased with a smile.

They headed into town, where they went to a few high end shops and Veronica got lots of fancy, pretty dresses while trying them on in front of Matteo, ignoring his hard on. She even tried on various forms of lingerie and showed them off to Matteo on purpose. Once she was done, Veronica decided to come out one last time, completely naked, her body having no hair on it thanks to a lot of laser hair removal treatments on every inch of her body, making her hairless somewhat like a baby. Matteo was sitting in a chair, and Veronica slowly approached before getting on top of him and watching his reaction.

"Be a good boy, try not to touch." Veronica teased.

Matteo looked at her and growled a little, a groan of disapproval. "Don't test me, babygirl. You won't like the results." He watched as they went into town and he played with her, she was beautiful and as he sat in the chair watching her carefully as she came upon him. "What are you doing babygirl?" He asked as he placed his hands on her hips.

"I only have so much patience, I don't want to break my promise but you are making it very difficult and as you toy with me I am assuming you want this." He said pointing at him wearing his black shirt rolled up a bit at the sleeve, looking at her, wondering what was running through her head.

Matteo's hand ended up on Veronica's hips as he questioned her motives, making her grin. "Oh, I'm just having fun at your expense." Veronica said. Veronica giggled as she heard him point out that he didn't have much patience and he assumed she wanted to do it. "Mmm, you're wrong." Veronica said, pulling away with a happy smile. "I don't want you. I just like playing with you, seeing how hard I can get you without ever giving you what you want." Veronica admitted, and went back to the dressing room to change. She slipped on a dress and heels before returning. "Can we get this stupid event over with already?"

"That's not very nice." Matteo said watching her carefully, the way she seemed to be playing with him, Pushing her gently off him he pushed her against the mirror by the neck and took a deep breath. "You will find my limits are not very high and I am not that good and behaving. Soon I might just have to break and you will have to suffer."

"Yes, we will get the event over with and then we will separate for the evening." He said as he looked her over. "You look beautiful." He commented on her appearance as he took a look in the mirror at himself.


An attractive 22 years old woman with fiery red hair and striking blue eyes. She possesses a voluptuous figure, her large breasts being one of her most prominent features. Her entire body is smooth and hairless due to extensive laser hair removal treatments. Personality-wise, Veronica is feisty and defiant, not easily intimidated even in the face of danger. She's also quite playful and manipulative, using seduction as a tool to test boundaries and maintain some control over her situation. Despite her predicament, she remains strong-willed and resistant to Matteo's advances.

"I just want a year with her. One year for her to discover she loves me." Matteo looked at his hitman. "Tell me you got her? I will talk to her myself." As his man nodded his head he went to the mirror and straightened his tie. He wanted her to be with him, maybe it was ever since his father was shot, but once he was given full control of the mafia something was different, he saw her. The way she haunted his dreams. Matteo looked to the window and saw the ocean crashing across the shores.

The way his iron pressed suit hugged his body, he took off the suit jacket and walked into the room where she was waiting. He walked over to her. "Ello, babygirl." He said softly as he circled around her like an animal to his prey.

Veronica awoke with a start. Blue eyes scanned the room she was in, as she sat up in the bed. This wasn't her hotel room, that much, she knew. She was only wearing her bathing suit, one that had ridden up to look like a thong on her, and her huge breasts barely covered. The last thing she really remembered was being in the pool at her resort, drinking happily. Her best friend Allie by her side, and her boyfriend Tyler, somewhere off in the distance. It had been her 22nd birthday.

Veronica got up and went to the door, only to find it was locked. She banged her fists against it for a few minutes before giving up. Where was she? Honestly, she was confused, and why was she locked in this room? Before she could think about it much, a man suddenly entered her room and walked over to her. He began to circle her as she stared at him. He seemed familiar, at least in the sense that she'd seen his face and heard those exact words from his lips. "Who are you?" Veronica asked softly. "Why am I here?"

Matteo looked at her softly, the way she seemed to be scared he didn't want that. "Don't be scared, I won't harm you." He looked at her carefully before going to the chair and crossing his legs. "I am Matteo." He said sternly, the Italian in his blood was deep and thick, it streamed through his facial muscles and through his tongue.

"You are here because I want you to be here." He said watching her softly taking in her entire features, everything just like he imagined it, her red hair and fiery spirit. "Babygirl, you are exactly as I remembered. Down to the very eyelash. Perfection."

Veronica stared at the man. He was handsome, but she didn't exactly know him. He said he wouldn't harm her, but she was skeptical about that. It made no sense. "Why do you want me here?" Veronica asked curiously. "I have no idea who you are. Just let me go!"

He watched her carefully, she seemed fine then panicked he extended his hand and smiled. "I want you to stay with me for a year, I want you to fall in love with me. You can have anything you want here, and at the end of this you will be begging for my cock." He said before sitting and looking at her.

"Are you insane?" Veronica asked. "I don't know you. You can't keep me here!" Veronica said angrily. "I don't... I'm not falling in love with you! I have a boyfriend, a life, friends!" Veronica said. "I don't want your cock." Panicked, Veronica tried to run past him.

Matteo watched as the woman panicked when trying to run past him he grasped her wrist and pushed her against the wall. "You can't run, I will find you.." He said as he grabbed her throat pressing gently. " Do you understand me?" He asked her as he found himself getting angry with her reaction. " It's not that hard to love someone. You just have to see overtime you will." He loosened his grip on her neck and nodded. "Be good babygirl."

Veronica gasped in surprise as he suddenly found herself thrown against the wall roughly, his body against her own as he grabbed her throat. "Why... are... you... doing... this?" Veronica got out in between gasps as she tried to breathe. "Come on! I love my boyfriend! I don't even know you!" Veronica protested as he finally let go of her neck. "God, why me?" Veronica asked, still trying to figure out why he wanted her in love with him.

Matteo looked at her softly, "You have three hundred and sixty five days to fall in love with me..." Taking a deep breath he watched her. "If you don't I will let you go." He stated calmly his hand running along her cheek.

"My father had been shot and killed in the fight as my family died I saw you, and seeing you in my visions and dreams, I want you to be with me. I'm just asking for your time. One year. What do you have to lose?"

Veronica sighed as she listened to the man. An entire year was a long time, but then there were other questions running through her mind. "What about my life, my job, my boyfriend? I can't just disappear, people will look for me." Veronica said softly, smiling as he tenderly ran his hand along her cheek. "Do you even know my name?" Veronica asked, trying to understand why he was so intent on being with her. How had he ever even seen her? "Fine. I guess. Just let me go if I don't ever love you..."

Matteo looked at her as she spoke the similar and repetitive question. "Babygirl, you don't have to worry about your boyfriend. I made sure my men left him a letter to tell him that you are disappearing from his life. For others, you have a... new job opportunity." He said looking at her smile. "I do my homework, Veronica." He stated towards her, wondering if she would try any funny business again, either way he would do what he must to keep her here, to do anything for her to fall in love with him.

Veronica listened to the man before her and sighed. It seemed he had planned this well, to the point where somehow, no one would really notice she was gone. Honestly, it kind of sucked, but what could she do? "So basically, you're the only person I can even talk to for an entire year?" Veronica asked, feeling a little frustrated at the situation. In spite of it, Veronica chose to lay down on the bed as she listened to him mention he did his homework. "Mm, do you though?" Veronica asked softly. "Why exactly do you think we'd be good together in the first place? You don't know me."

Matteo shook his head. "You will see other people. I promise you, you aren't my prisoner." He said calmly before moving close to her. "I won't touch you unless you ask for it, but I feel like we will be very compatible. I am not your boyfriend, I am better." He said softly as his eyes watched her, taking in her sight. "As for getting to know you. We have to. That's why I ask for the year, Veronica."

Veronica laughed as she heard Matteo. "If I'm not your prisoner, why don't you let me go?" Veronica said softly. "At least let me have my cell phone if I am to be stuck here." Veronica said with a sigh as he moved in close. She let out a small sigh of relief as he explained he wouldn't touch her unless she wanted him to. "Why do you think you're better?" Veronica asked softly. "So, what, I have to spend all of my time with you?"

Matteo looked at her, his anger starting to boil. "I am asking for a year. How hard is one year?" He asked her as she asked about her cell phone. "I will give it to you once I know you won't do anything stupid." He said softly as she sighed twice in the moment. "I just know I am, trust me." When she spoke about spending all of her time he looked at her. "Not all your time, I do have work to attend to but you can have access to the amenties in the home. You also will come with me when I have to go somewhere for business."

Veronica sighed as she heard Matteo. God, he was annoying and frustrating and she didn't get why he had to demand an entire year of her. "So you're just... cutting me off from the entire world?" Veronica pointed out softly.

She glared as he explained she would have to come with him. "And what is your business exactly?" Veronica asked, relaxing in the bed and trying to pretend this wasn't utter crap, what he was doing to her.

"Not for its entirety. Soon, darling. Soon." Matteo looked at her as she asked about his business. "My business is exactly that, my business." He growled under his breath noticing how she was testing his patience in every way possible. "Veronica, do you like TV? There is one, you can watch unless you want to do something with me?"

Veronica nodded as he explained she would get her phone back, even though she highly doubted that. Matteo looked angry as he claimed it was his business. Veronica, however, chose not to back down. Instead, she moved in closer to him before pressing her body into his, purposely playing with the man. "So I'm just supposed to accompany you while you conduct business I can't know about?" Veronica asked. "This isn't exactly the way to start this. You want me to get to know you, start with being honest." Veronica said.

"And what exactly do I wear when I'm with you? You're not exactly telling me what to expect." Veronica said softly. "How about we go shopping together?" Veronica asked softly. "Maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you see my naked body."

Matteo watched her, keeping his sight on her as she moved closer to him. "Once I told you, you would be afraid, and I don't want you to be scared of me, babygirl." He muttered before backing her against watching as she toyed with him. "I won't be toyed with, I don't take disobedience lightly. You can go shopping. I will get one of my men to set it up and then we will go." He said to her as he hovered near her, they were close and he felt a bulge in his pants start to form at the seduction she was playing with him.

Soon, Veronica was pinned back against the wall, and she giggled at his words. "You said you wouldn't touch me without my permission. I'm just... testing your limits." Veronica teased with a smile.

They headed into town, where they went to a few high end shops and Veronica got lots of fancy, pretty dresses while trying them on in front of Matteo, ignoring his hard on. She even tried on various forms of lingerie and showed them off to Matteo on purpose. Once she was done, Veronica decided to come out one last time, completely naked, her body having no hair on it thanks to a lot of laser hair removal treatments on every inch of her body, making her hairless somewhat like a baby. Matteo was sitting in a chair, and Veronica slowly approached before getting on top of him and watching his reaction.

"Be a good boy, try not to touch." Veronica teased.

Matteo looked at her and growled a little, a groan of disapproval. "Don't test me, babygirl. You won't like the results." He watched as they went into town and he played with her, she was beautiful and as he sat in the chair watching her carefully as she came upon him. "What are you doing babygirl?" He asked as he placed his hands on her hips.

"I only have so much patience, I don't want to break my promise but you are making it very difficult and as you toy with me I am assuming you want this." He said pointing at him wearing his black shirt rolled up a bit at the sleeve, looking at her, wondering what was running through her head.

Matteo's hand ended up on Veronica's hips as he questioned her motives, making her grin. "Oh, I'm just having fun at your expense." Veronica said. Veronica giggled as she heard him point out that he didn't have much patience and he assumed she wanted to do it. "Mmm, you're wrong." Veronica said, pulling away with a happy smile. "I don't want you. I just like playing with you, seeing how hard I can get you without ever giving you what you want." Veronica admitted, and went back to the dressing room to change. She slipped on a dress and heels before returning. "Can we get this stupid event over with already?"

"That's not very nice." Matteo said watching her carefully, the way she seemed to be playing with him, Pushing her gently off him he pushed her against the mirror by the neck and took a deep breath. "You will find my limits are not very high and I am not that good and behaving. Soon I might just have to break and you will have to suffer."

"Yes, we will get the event over with and then we will separate for the evening." He said as he looked her over. "You look beautiful." He commented on her appearance as he took a look in the mirror at himself.

Veronica smirked as she heard his words. "Neither is kidnapping, and yet here we are." Veronica pointed out coldly.

"Oh yeah, you forcing me to have sex with you is naturally going to make me love you. You do that and you might as well trash the whole year because a year won't make me love you if you forced yourself on me." Veronica pointed out. She rolled her eyes as he called her beautiful, but thankfully, they ended up getting into the car in silence, her bags of clothing in the trunk of the car before they pulled up to a club. While Matteo went off to a private room, Veronica was stuck nearby enough that her actions could be seen by Matteo easily. She found herself jealous with the way Matteo seemed to be enjoying the stripper pole dancing in front of him.

Veronica looked hot, her breasts in a push up bra that made sure her cleavage was peaking out over the top of her dress, and it was form fitting against her entire body. Her breasts were her best asset, at least, Veronica had always figured that to be true. Once the jealousy overtook her completely, Veronica found her way into the lap of an attractive man, in clear sight of Matteo as the two made out passionately, with the man already pulling her dress up and her thong down, groping her and making it very clear his intentions were going to involve sex quickly, as if his hard on wasn't making that obvious.


A 15-year-old girl who exudes confidence and a certain level of boldness. She has an attractive appearance, with features that she isn't afraid to show off, suggesting she's comfortable in her own skin. Her personality is marked by cheekiness, flirtatiousness, and a willingness to push boundaries. She also seems to enjoy the power dynamic between her and her younger brother Eric, often taking the lead in their interactions. Despite this, there are hints of typical teenage behavior such as mood swings and impulsiveness which add complexity to her character.

"Great, cause I'm hungry for some more fun." With a naughty giggle Jessi skipped over to her brother and sat down on the couch next to him. With the heater and the fireplace, it was warm enough that she didn't need to crawl under the blankets at the moment, and she was also very eager to show off her body. Though this was her brother, it was nice to be desired and complimented, which was really good.

She took the mug of hot cocoa and took a sip, enjoying the hot beverage and closing her eyes, an expression of joy on her features. "Hmmmm... this is great, like drinking orgasms... only less messy." Then she looked at him again, noticing the diary he had. "So, anything good in there? Anything we could blackmail mom with perhaps?"

"Maybe if she did it today, but she wasn't even 16, at least not at this point. Seems back in the day, when mom was babysitting, she'd throw in a few hands-on lessons about the facts of life, with some of the girls being sat free of charge... including Aunt Kim." Eric replied as his hands began to caress his sister, "She was very descriptive in the entry where mom popped her cherry, but it was another entry that gave me an idea. She was telling about one time when mom was bent over a table, and she had Aunt Kim put on this fake thing and took it off from behind."

"Ooooouuuh, saucy... keep going..." Jessi grinned behind her hot mug of coco and at the same time pushed her legs further towards Eric. In fact, her foot landed close to his crotch. She let herself also sink further into the couch, clearly enjoying the whole experience and relaxing. "Perhaps we can make her give you some lessons too, huh? Would you like that? Would you like mum bending over a table and presenting her ass to you, you little pervert?" She had no idea where that had come from, but the whole atmosphere was making her rather bold at the moment.

"No, I was thinking about having you like that, maybe over the pool table." Eric grinned back as his hand drifted across Jessi's silk covered opening, "Besides, I don't think mom's into all this freaky stuff anymore. She's kind of up tight these days if you hadn't noticed. Maybe not as bad as Grandma and Grandpa were, I mean they were out the door at 6 AM for morning mass Catholics; but she did make you come here instead of letting you spend the week with your friends."

"Urgs, don't remind me..." Jessi rolled her eyes and made a somewhat annoyed face, but that lit up a second later and was replaced by a smirk. Her foot meanwhile found Eric's crotch, and she pushed her toes against his dick, massaging it softly. "But then again, if they hadn't, then we wouldn't have found these nice toys. And I bet you would like to do her... I mean, she does have a great rack, doesn't she?"

The idea of her brother doing her mom was turning her on, even if she had no idea why. Perhaps because she was a hopeless debauched perverted freak and the sex had simply opened the damn and let out the genie of the bottle... no, wait a minute, that doesn't sound right. She took another sip from her hot coco to calm her nerves and make her sort herself out, licking over her lips to get to the foam on her lips. "And don't tell me none of your little friends had ever told you that they found mom hot."

"Yeah OK, you have a point. Mom always had great cleavage, and I know the guys can't keep their eyes off of her, but then again, they can't keep their eyes off of you either. But what about you?" Eric asked, turning things around, as he curled his fingers inside her panties and began stroking her moist netherlips, "is the reason you're always doing things to get under mom's skin, that you secretly want her to bend you over, and give you a hard spanking, followed by a soft licking? After all, you've done things with other chicks; maybe you're like Aunt Kim, and have a secret need for an older girl to show you what's what."

A throaty moan of pleasure came from Jessi, followed by a small giggle, and without realizing it, she pushed her lower body forward, her pelvis against Eric's hand. She couldn't help it and, like said, she also did not realize that she was doing it. Her hands meanwhile clung to her mug of hot coco, and she grinned devilishly at her little brother. "Perhaps. I mean, she is kinda hot... In a MILFy, soccer-mom way... Would you like to see it, huh? Would my little perverted, debauched brother like to see how his hot MILF mom ravages his sexy teenage sister?"

While she asked this, her foot began to rub against his crotch and his shaft, pushing it against his body, and her stocking-clad toes and sole slowly grind up and down his shaft. She had no experience with any of this, but she liked the way it made her brother squirm slightly.

"Oh yeah, I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that!" Eric replied, "And I can tell you like the idea too, you feel like you've sprung a leak down here." He then drank deeply from his mug and sat down. "I don't know about you, but I'm definitely feeling ready for another round. So what do you say, ready for me to take you bent over the pool table, or is there maybe something else you'd like to try? I think I saw some girls doing this thing where they were licking each other at the same time. I don't think we'd have to change things up too much to do something like that."

"Ohhhh, I might have some ideas for my boy-toy..." And with that said, and after a short giggle, Jessi emptied her cup as well, enjoying the chocolate and mint flavor, and then got up again. She was slightly wobbly, but if she noticed, she did not show it. On her knees, she made two steps over to Eric, her hands landing on his chest, and she pushed him back into the cushions of the couch. Then her lips found him, and she kissed him deeply, like in a fever, her body pushing against his.

Eric returned her kiss with a passion, his arms wrapped around his sister, drawing her close. The feeling of silk, sateen, and lace, setting off new sensations on his skin, especially where the already soaked panties were rubbing against him. "God you're so hot! you look like a sexy, super model in this," he said at last as he broke off the kiss, before turning his attention to the hard nipples poking through the bra, gently nibbling at them through the cloth, first one, then the other.

"You know, I just realized something," he said as he switched between nipples, "you've been doing a lot of showing but not much telling, so now I think it's time you tell me a secret." Slowly, his hands slid down her back, grabbed onto her nearly naked backside, and pulled Jessi hard against him, pressing his length against the small bit of cloth that kept him from her dripping, wet opening. "I want you to tell me you can tell me your dirtiest, most secret fantasy; the one you keep so secret that you could never bring yourself to tell anyone, and only think about it when you're alone and touching yourself."

Jessi kissed her brother with so much intensity and fever that for a moment she thought she could do this for all eternity. It was hot, intimate, full of passion and desire, their tongues dancing with each other, bodies pushing against each other, so warm and eager and great and just... She felt all fuzzy inside, like her heart was jumping out of her chest together with her brain out of her skull. She felt this tingling all over her, from her toes to her fingertips.

Then he pulled back, turning his attention elsewhere and complimenting her, and she soaked it up. God, this was so good. She moaned slightly, sexily, into his ear, her hot breath against his skin. She smirked at him now, her hands running over his body, caressing his chest and his arms, her pelvis moving against his hand, her moist panties, and what lay beneath hot against his skin. "Wellll...," she then drawled, grinning at her brother. "Why don't you start, oh dear brother of mine? Tell me yours and I will tell you mine?"

A look passed over Eric's face; the truth was his fantasies were on the tame side, though after seeing those photos and home movies, he was sure that would change once he'd had time to process it all. No, for Eric, his fantasies were focused less on what was being done and more on who. Though he made little of it earlier when Jessi found her picture on his phone, secretly Liz had been on his mind almost constantly for months. But even Eric, as inexperienced as he was, knew enough about these things to know that when you had a girl in the position Jessi was in, you didn't tell them you were daydreaming about someone else.

After a few moments Eric hit upon an idea. "Well it's not so much a fantasy, as a dream I had once. It started off with me watching this girl, dancing around and slowly unbuttoning her clothes. Then a second girl comes up, and she starts doing the same, and they start taking each other's clothes off, as they dance around each other. Then once they had each other's clothes off, they started walking toward me, all sexy like..."

Jessi bit her lower lip in a cheeky way as she listened to her brother tell her about his erotic dreams. Well, a dream, singular, but perhaps this could become something regular. The idea kind of excited her. And while she listened, her hands kept on fondling him, stroking his chest and body, scratching here and there, and one of her hands slid into his crotch, grabbing his member, wanking him off. Not softly or carefully, but nearly demanding, passionate. She had to admit she liked the idea of having such power over her brother. Then she cut Eric off by kissing him again, deeply, full of passion once more.

As she pulled back after a few moments, she smirked once more, looking deep into her brother's eyes. "Wellll... I'd say once I get another girl involved, let's make it a reality, huh?"

And then, all of a sudden, she giggled and pushed him back, away from her, and stood up. She turned around, presenting her sexy backside to him, and turned her head to give him a challenging and cheeky look. "Now, time to christen-in the billiard table. I want you to fuck me from behind in my tight teenage pussy with your glorious cock, oh little brother of mine, while I scream out my fantasies. Think you can do that, make me scream?"

Eric was glad Jessi had stopped him then, because that had been the point where the alarm had woken him up, but he didn't want to tell her that, and was desperately trying to think of something to tell her to make his dream sound more interesting. As it happened, she'd come up with the perfect distraction. "Yeah," he replied, as he stood behind her, his eyes never leaving her swaying backside as they walked. The thong she wore gave him a beyond perfect view of their lovely curves and dimples. "Yeah, I think I can do that. In fact, I'm suddenly getting some naughty ideas!"

"Ohhhh, I'm all ears...," Jessi said with a saucy grin on her features as she strode over to the billiard table, swinging her backside a bit more than necessary as she walked, veeeery eager to show off her body at the moment. She walked a bit more graceful, fluid, sexy, more like a man-eater than a tumbling teenage girl at the moment. Well, of course, she still wasn't a model, and of course, she still wasn't a Venus, but she did feel a bit like it at the moment.

She stopped at the table, then climbing on it, going on all fours and turning around to face her brother, giving him a nice view of her, not that large, cleavage. "Well... I always had some really naughty thoughts... Ever since I first fingered myself..." She grinned at him, urging him to come closer with her fingers.

"When was that?" he asked, stepping forward, his eyes transfixed on her cleavage and the black bra that formed it. "And exactly what were those naughty thoughts?"

"Oh, I don't know... some years ago..." Jessi seemed to react quite nonchalant, still posing for her little brother on the table. Then she switched around once more, though this time she sat down on her backside with her stocking-clad legs dangling over the edge, in other words, no sitting on the table. Very slowly, she then slid down. Usually, she would tease her brother some more, at least she imagined she would, but she was horny. Damn horny as fuck, she really needed some good perverted lil-bro-loving.

Wiggling her ass, she turned around to present her backside to Eric and then hooked her thumbs into her thong, slowly sliding it down while bending over, if only slightly. "Well... there is this one fantasy where you invite all your friends... for a sleepover or some video games or whatever... all your dorky friends..."

"Mmmhhmm" was Eric's only reply, as he came to his knees behind Jessi, his eyes transfixed on her ass. As the panties came down, he wasted no time, applying his tongue in a broad stroke, licking away the sticky dew from her pussy lips, before burring it as deeply as he could into her, seeking out the source of her nectar. As his tongue swiveled and darted around inside her, he managed, quite by chance, to find her G-spot, releasing a small trickle of the thick, flavorful liquid he sought. It didn't take him long to find it again, and this time, gaining the same reward, he attacked her inner spot with a passion; his tongue prodding, pressing, and sliding along its textured surface.

A startled yelp came from Jessi as she felt her brother's tongue darting over her pussy. This was not what she had expected. Still, it was gooooood, thus the yelp turned into a throaty, drawn out moan of pleasure, and her face turned into an expression of enjoyment. She couldn't keep the smile from her lips as her brother began to pleasure her, hitting all the right spots. She held onto the pool table with her hands, moaning and breathing hard as she enjoyed it, pushing her backside against Eric's face to feel him only the better.

"And then... hmmmaaa... I come over... Mum and Dad are not there, it doesn't matter... and I start doing a striptease... for you and your friends... hmmm, this is good, keep going..." Her voice shivered as she spoke, thanks to Eric pleasuring his teenage sister, of course, and her breathing became a bit ragged, but she kept on telling him about her fantasy. It wasn't much of a fantasy of hers actually, more of what she could think up now, but who cares, right? "And then... you pull out your cocks... and hmmmaaaa... I go down on my knees... but you don't allow them to do me... they have to pay you first, you're whoring me out... whoring out your sister to your friends..."

Eric didn't buy her story. Up until tonight, she'd had nothing but disdain for his friends. He wasn't going to press the issue now, however, because he had another goal in mine. He had heard conflicting stories from his friends about if a girl could make her cum shoot out like a guy, and he intended to use this chance to find out.

Hearing the shudder in Jessi's voice, his tongue pressed even harder, as he lifted his hand, and began rubbing her clit; pinching and rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger. He didn't want to just make his sister cum, he wanted to make her explode; He wanted to make her cum so hard that her knees buckled, and she forgot who she was! He loved her delicious, sweet sour, sticky juice, and he wanted it to fill his mouth and cover his face.

For the moment, the only thing that Jessi could do was to enjoy this treatment and wonder where her brother had learned to do this. Either he was a very talented boy, or he had held out on her, in which case she would punish him later. But for the moment, she only bit her lip and moaned loudly, her voice shaking as did her legs, clutching the table she was leaning against. Her pussy was flowing with juice at the moment, and she knew that it wouldn't be too long before she would come. If she hadn't been so horny, she would have reacted to this, but at this moment she did not care. She simply groaned and moaned and enjoyed her brother's tongue and fingers.