A mature and attractive woman. She has a voluptuous figure which she isn't shy about flaunting, particularly her large breasts and round bottom. Her appearance is captivating enough to make young men like Jason develop feelings for her. Kim's personality is caring and nurturing, given her willingness to look after Jason. However, she also shows a flirtatious side as she teases Jason about his feelings for her. Despite being married, Kim feels neglected by her husband which leads to some dissatisfaction in her life. This makes her susceptible to the advances of others who show interest in her.

Jason woke up and got out of bed. Today was the first day of his time alone. His parents had to go out of the country for work, and they won't be back for about half a year. Since Jason was still in high school, he had to stay behind. He was still pretty upset about it, but there's nothing he can do about it now. They also told him that they got someone to come by regularly to check up on him. That was probably what bothered him the most, being treated like a little boy when he's seventeen. Knowing them, they probably got some family member to come by and nag him for six months.

After putting on some clothes, he went downstairs to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. As me started cooking some eggs, he wondered how he'll spend his weekend since there was no one home. He'll probably call some friends over or something. He put the eggs on a plate and went into the living room to turn on the TV and enjoy his meal. This was going to be a long six months.

It wasn't that they didn't trust him, they just worried about him, given they never got the time to install any kind of security to keep him and the home safe. So in turn they asked their neighbor Kim to check on him, the woman more than eager to do so. After all her husband was rarely ever home, always going on business trips out of the country. Part of her thought he was having an affair but she never found anything to confirm it so she shrugged it off. and with her enjoyment of babysitting the young man next door she couldn't help herself but to admire just how much of a handsome man he had become.

So while he sat own and watched TV, a soft knock came to the door, Kim waiting there for him to open it so she could greet him and see how he was holding up for the moment. "Jason... could you open the door please?" She whined with a happy smile.

Jason heard something from the door and went to see who it was. To his surprise, it was Kim, a woman that has watched over him ever since he was a little kid. Whenever his parents were busy, she'd come over and take care of him. Was she the person his parents asked to watch over him?

"Oh, hello Kim." Jason's face turned a little red. Ever since he grew an interest in girls, Kim was always someone he admired. She was so kind and beautiful, he couldn't help falling for her. It was a shame that she was married though. "Would you like to come in?" He asked her, stepping aside to let her in. Maybe these next few months won't be so bad after all.

When he answered with a blushing face, Kim smiled, hugging him to her, letting his head press against her busty pillows. With a giggle she eventually nudged him away and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Hope you don't mind my company but your parents asked me to watch you for the next few months or so. "She told him with a smile. given how he grew she couldn't help but want him. No she couldn't think like that, not while she was somewhat happily married.

But then again the man rarely pleased in in more than just physical pleasures in bed. So it was his fault she loved babysitting this young man form time to time. "What were your plans for today Jason?"

Jason could feel the softness of her breasts against his face. He wanted her badly, but he knew it was wrong. Not only was she much older than him, but she was the woman that took care of him when he was a kid. She was like family to them, plus she was a marries woman. Wouldn't she hate him if he took advantage of her, just to satisfy his selfish desires?

He looked up at her when she asked him about his plans. "Not really sure yet, it's still morning. I might go out and do something on my own, I might hang out with friends, I might just stay here. Why do you ask?" Only in his dirty fantasies would she ever suggest that they do naughty stuff together. She might just ask him to help her run errands or something, which wasn't entirely bad. He'd get to spend the day with Kim, and he usually gets a free meal out of it.

When it seemed he had nothing of real interest to do for the day, Kim smiled and found herself a seat on the couch well then... "I guess I'll just be enjoying a day all by myself again... stuck here or at home watching TV. "She whined with a smile, being a bit sarcastic. "Although maybe you would like to stay and spend some time with me? maybe go over my place and swim in the pool, see if you're still that little fish you were back then? Or maybe go out for lunch later?" She offered, eager to see if the boy was still interested in spending time with her. but more so she was wanting to spend time close to him, to see if what her mind was thinking was really worth it.

The thought of swimming in Kim's pool sounded great. Getting to relax in the cold water, and getting to see Kim in a bikini. Then they could have lunch afterwards, enjoying a meal together out in the sun. "Sure. I'd like to do that. Let me just go change."

Jason jumped up from his seat and ran upstairs. He quickly threw off his clothes and put on a pair of swimming trunks and a thin t-shirt. Afterwards, he ran back downstairs to go with Kim, excited to spend the day with her. "OK, I'm ready."

When she saw how happy and eager he was to enjoy some time with her, Kim couldn't help but gain a wide, happy smile. At least she still had it if the young adult was happy to spend some time with her, especially when he would get to see her sexy body in a tight bikini. So while he was getting ready she left him the spare key to her back yard.

Meanwhile she left to her home to get dressed in her bright apple red bikini top that hugged and barely contained her large breasts that begged for freedom. her bottoms hugged her bubbly ass and squeezed her crotch. she waited in a lounge chair by the edge of the pool.

Once Jason saw Kim in the back yard, he was practically in awe of her. That tight red bikini, her breasts just barely being held in, and the bottom ridding up her crotch. It was like she was purposely showing off her body to him, asking him to make a move on her. "Y-You look great." Jason was having a hard time trying to think of the right words to say to her. Great was an understatement, she was drop dead sexy.

"Let's get in." He looked away, trying not to stare at her. Taking off his shirt, he revealed his toned figure, just before jumping into the pool. The cold water gave him chills as his head emerged from the pool. He then looked up at Kim, smiling. "Aren't you gonna come in?" He called out to her, wondering if she really was going to swim with him.

Kim giggled at his praise, expecting something more from him as he looked at her luscious form. If it wasn't obvious she was showing off for him than he was truly a nice guy who respected her. This meant she needed to work a bit harder, meaning she would have to further work on him and drive herself away from her husband... if that was even possible. So when he questioned her, Kim giggled a bit as she rose to her feet, her tits bouncing a bit.

"Is that all you can say Jason? Be honest with me? I've known you for too long to know that you don't usually hide your feelings." She told him, having countless memories of him explaining how he loved having her babysit him without a care when he was younger. But before he could answer she dove in with such grace that she barely made a splash before rising up to the surface, her hair and skin glistening from the water.

It was true, before he had these feelings for her, he would always say how much he loved her and how he enjoyed having her babysit him. Now, things were different. He wasn't a kid anymore, he was a man, and he didn't see Kim as the nice woman that took care of him anymore. He sees her as a very attractive woman, a woman that he very desperately desires, a woman that he constantly thinks about while he pleasures himself on lonely nights. But there was no way he could say that to her, it was far too embarrassing. Plus, what if she rejected him? He didn't want to ruin the relationship they already had, just because he was acting like a typical horny teenager.

Before he could say anything though, she dove into the water. Once she rose to the surface, Jason found himself staring again, seeing that her wet bikini cling to her figure even more, if that was even possible. "I-I-I-I..." He was unable to form a complete sentence as he couldn't look away from her sexy body.

Kim watched his reaction, knowing full well how much he had grown. She knew the things he did, finding cum stained clothes and napkins in his trash bin when she went around cleaning before his parents came home. But never did she know about his true lust for her, even up till now she had no real idea. Though when he stammered and couldn't find words when he looked at her, she knew then just how sexy he found her, and that's when she had him. "Jason talk to me... and enjoy yourself..." She told him as she began to swim around, her front facing the sky as she lay back and floated around the pool.

Jason had to tell her the truth, he had to trust her. She practically knew everything about him, so he might as well tell her his true feelings about her. Even if she rejected him, she couldn't just turn away from him like that, that isn't like her. After taking a deep breath, Jason finally spoke. "Kim..." He paused, trying to find the right words to say. "I love you. For a long time, I've thought about you, wanting to be with you." Before she was able to do anything, Jason quickly went up to her and hugged her, holding her close, his head resting on her breasts. "I kind of hated your husband for it, for marrying a woman like you. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop thinking about you like that. I'm sorry." He held her, pretty much waiting for her to turn him down, but just hoping that she would accept him as well.

The look he had on his face was one Kim knew all to well, her husband had it when he had something important to say to her. So she waited for him to speak. Only mid sentence she felt him hug her, pressing his head to her breasts before speaking again. With a smile she listened, her breathing getting heavier. And then he said something she really wasn't expecting, she never thought he felt so strongly about her, something she could never tell from him. "Mmm well well such a naughty boy, thinking of me that way. "She teased with a smile, hugging him closer to her. "So you like me? Or just older women?" She teased

Well, Jason initially thought she would push him away when he confessed to her, so this was a start. He did stop and think when she asked him about his sexual preferences. "I guess I do have a thing for older women..." Thinking back to whenever he would look up porn, whenever he was feeling naughty. Most of his searches were of women around Kim's age. "But I think that's just originated from my feelings for you, I care only about you." Jason buried his face in her breasts, enjoying how soft they felt on his face. Before he knew it, he felt his trunks get a little tighter as he was starting to get aroused from holding Kim so close to him.

The woman giggled when he confessed his lust for her, only to feel something hard press against her leg, making the woman smile, glad to see her looks still aroused men, especially a young teenager. so when he rubbed against her breasts Kim smiled, licking her lip a bit. "Then come in the house with me Jason... I think this is something we need to talk about... "She would talk to him and explain things to him before officially letting thins go any further. He had to know that her husband couldn't please her anymore. She needed to break that thin wall that now blocked her from her carnal lusts for him and him from his love for her. "Is that OK with you?"

Jason looked up at her and nodded. He began to wonder what she would want to talk to him about. Would it about how their age difference would keep them apart? Would it be about the fact that she's married and how she can't have an affair? A little afraid of what she would say, Jason quietly obeyed her. They got out of the pool and dried off, then he followed her into the house. Pretty soon, he was sitting next to Kim on the couch, wondering what she had to say to him.

Once they were dried off and sitting on the couch, Kim waited a moment to relax and figure out what she wanted to say. With a smile, she looked at him. "I'm happy that you feel that way and till think I'm hot and sexy... but you know I'm married right? But... there is something I want to tell you about that and I hope you don't think less of me for it OK?" She started, hoping he would understand what she had to say next.

"Jason... for years now my husband has rarely ever touched me the way I want... with him so busy with work and always so tired he never wants to touch me... and I can't help but feel like I'm undesirable. But... when I see your young, vibrant body I gt all hot and riled up... seeing you grow up into such a fine man makes my body tingle and ache in a way I haven't felt in years... maybe since before I was married..."

At first, it sounded exactly like what he expected to hear. Her telling him that she was married and everything, but the next thing she said really took him by surprise. First off, her husband doesn't touch her? If he was married to her, he would make up constant excuses as to why he couldn't come to work, just to stay at home with her.

It was even more surprising that it's been years since she's had sex, and deep down, it kind of made Jason hate her husband more. The jackass marries the woman he loves, and doesn't even bother touching her. Finally, when she said how hot and bothered she gets whenever she sees Jason, his face went really red when she said that. "D-Does that mean..." He wasn't sure how to finish his sentence. His hand that rested on her leg slowly began to travel up her leg and towards her crotch. Was she really implying that she wanted him as much as he wanted her?

He didn't even need to finish his sentence for her to know just what he was thinking, his hand making it even clearer. so when he made his move she made hers, her hand barely touching his crotch. "Jason... I'm not sure if this is right given the circumstances... but I can't fight it anymore... I'm afraid... that if I hold it off any longer I will end up bedding some random stranger... so please Jason... accept me and give me what my husband has refused to do for so long..." She told him, her hand giving a firm grasp on his crotch. "This is why... I accepted to watch you... this was my one chance to get you here. and it seems I didn't really need to push so hard towards it..." She told him with a smile, feeling his bulge through his shorts

He heard what she said, and he understood her offer, but it all happened so fast. Before he even knew what was going on, he was sitting on her lap, his lips pressed against hers, passionately kissing her. His hands were groping her wonderful breasts, before pulling her top off to touch them directly. He didn't care about anything else anymore. All that mattered was having sex with Kim, something he has been dreaming of for years. It was finally about to happen, and nothing was going to stop him. "So, you're telling me that we'll spend the next half year having hot sex?" He asked her, briefly pulling his lips away from hers. His hips began to move, grinding his crotch against hers, desperately wanting to penetrate her.

Kim welcomed the kiss, her body beginning to sweat and her crotch throb as he kissed her, his young hands feeling like heaven on her tits. Even when he removed her top, skin on skin felt so much better. this alone made her whine and whimper in want, something her husband couldn't do. So when Jason questioned her she smiled, her hand reaching into his pants to rub his cock. "No... so long as you... promise to be mine... you can have hot sex with me whenever you want... even when your parents return... but for now we can enjoy ourselves wherever we want... for now let's take this nice and slow... let's make sure your first time is one to remember..."


A man exuding an intimidating presence given his actions and control over Adella. His personality is domineering and aggressive, yet he also shows moments of tenderness and regret for his actions. He is manipulative, using kindness as a tool to gain Adella's compliance. Despite this, there are instances where he seems genuinely remorseful about the harm he has caused, suggesting a complex character with conflicting emotions.

Danny collapsed on the bed beside her with a loud gasp, finally satisfied, his body felt numb from pleasure. He pulled her on top of him into a hug and sighed. "That was... really fucking good..." He whispered, looking at her, trying to make her lay on his chest. "How did you feel about that?" He asked, kissing her forehead after he spoke. "I... want you to actually want it... next time..." He whispered, closing his eyes gently.

Once his eyes were closed, he pushed his hand into her hair and gently combed through it, hoping that he could use it to comfort her after such an experience, remember that it had comforted her before. "You are so beautiful..." He muttered, feeling her soft raven curls around his hand.

He was about as stable as a leaf in a tornado. But she was in to much pain to resist him, so she let him drag her into his arms. Adella was so tired, but couldn't relax, her mind racing about what happened. And then he began to run his fingers through her hair, making Adella melt against him. She hated that he knew how to calm her down. Danny wanted her to be willing next time? She didn't know if she could. Yawning softly, she couldn't help but rest her head on his chest, releasing a sigh of defeat.

"I wasn't ready Danny." She murmured softly, closing her eyes. She felt dirty and sore, but... satisfied. Adella began to wonder how it would feel if she was willing, but as long as she saw bruises and marks from his anger, she didn't know if she could. But speaking of seeing. Raising her head, she looked down at him and frowned. "The cameras, Danny. Where are they?"

"I'm sorry. I know you weren't ready. I'll take care of you properly in the morning. Just... relax for now." Danny told her, rubbing up and down her back gently, tracing his fingers slowly over her spine. "I really am sorry." He told her, his eyes looking at her. "There's... no cameras." He admitted, looking around the room. "I mean. This is a really, really bare room. I couldn't hide them even if I wanted to." He told her, shrugging his shoulders.

"I know it was wrong of me to make you worry about that, Adella. I promise I won't do shit like that." He sighed, moving his hand from tracing her spine to tightly hugging her. "It feels good to have you in my arms. I wouldn't squander this for anything." He told her, feeling her breathing against his chest.

Ugh. Of course he was lying, but an annoying sense of relief came over Adella and made her relax against him. She was just to tired to tell him why that was so wrong. His fingers gliding along her spine was the last thing she needed to start falling asleep. Adella shouldn't feel so comfortable with him, her captor. Someone who tried to kill her. Her raven curls fell around them and spilled onto the bed, but she didn't care. Closing her eyes, her breathing became deep and even and slowly she began to snore softly, limp on his chest. She'll yell at him in the morning.

Danny felt her fall asleep slowly and sighed in relief, he moved his hand from her hair gently, cautious to not pull on it at all. He reached down below the two of them and pulled the covers over them both. "Goodnight..." He mumbled, kissing her forehead a few times before he closed his own eyes and fell asleep.

Danny woke up in the morning and groaned. His back was aching like crazy, and so was his face where he'd been scratched. "My god Adella... you can fight like hell..." He mumbled, looking down at her still sleeping body as he said it. He shifted a little and rolled her onto the bed, allowing her to just lay on the mattress on her own. He slipped out of bed and sighed, sitting on the side of the bed. "Better wake up soon..." He whispered, looking over his shoulder at her.

Adella felt herself being rolled over in her sleep and grumbled at the pain rolling through her body. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up and saw Danny sitting on the edge of the bed, her body swamped with all kinds of emotions. She still felt dirty and sticky, her nose scrunching up in disgust as she felt the sheet beneath her stick to her body. Slowly getting up and careful not to make any sudden moves, she rubbed the back of her neck. "Good morning." She spoke softly, keeping her purple eyes down as she dragged the blanket up to cover her naked body. Fucking HELL she was sore.

"Morning." Danny said, waving his hand at her quickly and sighing. "You still hurting?" He asked, walking over to her and kneeling at the bedside beside her. "I can run you a bath, if you want. Make you some tea. Get you some painkillers and some food. If you want?" He asked, looking up into her purple eyes. "You see the chest of drawers over there?" He asked, motioning his hand in the direction of an old looking, but still well maintained chest of drawers.

"There's a load of clothes in there. They're all mine, but if you want, you can look through them and pick out what you want to wear?" He smiled, placing his hand onto her cheek gently. "And I can buy you a bunch of clothes you like, too. We can check online." He told her, trying to sweeten the deal.

Adella knew that he was trying. Really really trying. But Adella couldn't trust him worth a damn. Looking down at him, she sighed softly and rubs her hand across her face. "Uhm... a bath would be great. Chocolate?" Alright. Fighting him wasn't working. He's already taken her virginity, she couldn't run and he wouldn't let her. She avoided his comment about online shopping, that meant long term, and she wasn't ready for that. "I like my baths really hot. Lake of fire hot."

She smiled softly, before standing slowly and heading over to the draws, wincing at the pain between her legs. Looking through the drawers, she found an over sized shirt, and then looking at his underwear, she was reminded of how he stripped her, before shoving her body into the trunk of his car. Turning back to him and holding the shirt, Adella tilted her head to the side slightly, looking over at him. "Danny, why did you strip me when... when you took me? Can I have my clothes back?"

"I have some chocolate in the kitchen... You already know where that is." Danny smiled. "Lake of fire hot? You're gonna melt your skin off..." He laughed, watching her as she got up and looked through his drawers. He watched her turn to him and ask the question. "Yeah... it's a little sick of me, but I just thought it would be a good idea, I guess I thought you'd be too embarrassed to run naked? I guess that's stupid though, considering it was life or death for you. Right?" He sighed, hanging his head in shame and nodding slowly. "Yes. Of course you can. I'll go fetch them now." He told her, walking downstairs and unlocking the front door.

Danny left the house and walked out to his car quickly, he unlocked his car and pulled her clothes off the backseat of the car, then walked inside again after locking his car. He allowed the front door to slowly come to a close, then locked it again and walked upstairs to her. "Hey. I'm super sorry. Here are your clothes." He told her, holding her clothes out in front of him in a bundle.

Grabbing the bundle of clothes happily, Adella smiled and laid the clothes out on the bed, then her face fell. He'd cut them off her? She held up her bloodied and dirtied dress, seeing the huge slash, then looked down at her torn bra and panties. Oh God, why? Sighing softly, she rubbed the back of her neck and frowned.

"Well... at least I don't have to wear a bra anymore?" She chuckled softly, closing her eyes and releasing a sigh before perking herself up and smiling at him. "If you could run the bath, I'll get the chocolate. Why not party and eat in the tub?" She asked sweetly, but still holding his shirt to her body, a rather pathetic attempt at hiding her nakedness. Adella was trying to stay positive, trying her hardest to not get him angry.

Danny sighed too, looking down at her expression as she saw her ruined clothes. "Look... I appreciate that you're trying your best to be nice, but let's be honest... I don't really deserve it. I'll run the bath. You tell me how much that outfit costs and I'll try and get you another one." He smiled weakly, trying his best to hide that he was more than a little bit ashamed. He too perked up and laughed a little. "I guess that not having to wear a bra is one way to look at it?" He frowned, walking over to the bedroom door and opening it slowly.

He looked back in briefly and then left to walk down the corridor. Once he went into the bathroom, he crouched down and turned on the hot water tap, then plugged the hole. The rather large bathtub filled up quickly with scorching hot water and he breathed out heavily. "Shit, that's too hot already..." He muttered to himself, then stood up fully and shouted out of the open door for her. "Adella! Tub's ready!" He shouted, waiting for her response.

At least he sympathized. For now. When he was running her bath, Adella slowly walked down stairs and into the the kitchen, feeling weird how she was able to move around the house freely, bug even the thought of trying to run away scared her. Maybe he knew that? Has he done this before? She grabbed the plain chocolate just as he called out her name. It still felt weird hearing him call her that for some reason.

"I-I'm coming!" She called out and made her way up the stairs, holding the chocolate and then grabbed his shirt, trying to forget her thoughts of if he's kidnapped people before. If Adella was going to play nice, she had to keep her thoughts clear and not think about it. Also, avoiding her reflection helped. But at least the marks were starting to fade, but they still disgusted her.

She didn't mind hickeys, she's had some before, but marks out of anger just didn't feel right. She felt the steam from the bath and sighed happily, already feeling cleaner. She saw him standing by the tub and took a deep breath and held it as she reached up to kiss his cheek softly. "Thank you. I'll just soak for a little bit." Adella spoke softly and stepped into the tub, moaning softly. It was the perfect temperature.

"Is that good enough for you?" Danny asked, sitting down on the side of the bath tub and gripping her shoulders gently, he took the opportunity to gently massage her shoulders, planting little kisses on the side of her neck occasionally as he did. "Just tell me not to if you don't want me to do that..." He whispered in her ear. "And there's some actually good product down here for your hair and skin." He told her, pointing towards the end of the tub which had a lot of bottles of shampoo, conditioner and some liquid body soap on top of it. "You do whatever you want with it." He smiled, kissing the top of her head gently, then ran his hand gently over her head.


A 22 years old woman with raven-colored curls and distinctive purple eyes, suggesting an unusual beauty. Her personality is complex: she's strong-willed and resistant, yet also vulnerable due to her circumstances. She shows signs of fear and anxiety but tries to maintain a positive outlook despite her distressing situation. Despite her mistrust towards Danny, she is pragmatic, choosing cooperation over resistance when necessary. She has a certain resilience about her, indicating a strong survival instinct.

"Is that good enough for you?" Danny asked, sitting down on the side of the bath tub and gripping her shoulders gently, he took the opportunity to gently massage her shoulders, planting little kisses on the side of her neck occasionally as he did. "Just tell me not to if you don't want me to do that..." He whispered in her ear. "And there's some actually good product down here for your hair and skin." He told her, pointing towards the end of the tub which had a lot of bottles of shampoo, conditioner and some liquid body soap on top of it. "You do whatever you want with it." He smiled, kissing the top of her head gently, then ran his hand gently over her head.

"Yeah, Danny. Thank you, it's perfect." She turned her head up toward him and smiled sweetly as he petted her as if she were a cat. A week ago, she would have throat punched someone if they even touched her. And now she's sitting in a tub, naked, with her kidnapper petting her. Adella began to notice herself tense up, and she quickly closed her eyes, forcing the thoughts away before releasing a sigh and reaching for the shampoo.

"I really appreciate it. My hair is stubborn when it comes to brushing it, so I use this type of shampoo." Chuckling softly, she said a silent prayer that he wouldn't get the sudden feeling to drown her as she ducked beneath the water, wetting her hair and enjoying the silence beneath the water. After a few seconds, she resurfaced and pushed her hair out of her face, the long, raven tendrils becoming longer and surrounding her in the bath, covering her breasts.


A half-elf with a dark complexion, characterized by his white irises. He has an imposing presence, suggested by his ties to the mafia, yet he displays unexpected kindness and patience, especially towards Seren. His ability to communicate through sign language indicates intelligence and adaptability. Despite his typically threatening demeanor, he shows vulnerability when tired and isn't afraid to show it. He values trust in relationships and demonstrates this by sleeping around others only when he feels secure.

Lorcan waited until Seren was fully out of the cage to really look over him. They had definitely hit the jackpot with this being. What exactly he could do? Well that would come in time. For now, the half elf was only half listening. For whatever reason he couldn't take his eyes off of his new prize. "What do you mean he's a bit dumb? He looks intelligent to me. Don't tell me you didn't try hard enough to try and talk to him." Lorcan's voice was amused as he gently spun the male around. He was cute. So that was an added bonus. How much could they get for him in return? If he was even willing to sell the man. Which he wasn't. It was obvious this one wasn't from their planet. Which made sense considering Lorcan wasn't exactly normal for the planet either. Two of kind one would say when it came to such instances.

To keep Seren from running off, he wrapped an arm tightly around his waist as he began walking back towards his car. Taking into what was said, Lorcan thought for a moment. He didn't try saying anything until they were safely in the car. He leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs and turned his head to look at his new companion. Slow words. That should work right. "Do you have a name?" He asked slowly keeping white irises locked onto him.

"He can't talk. Only made weird gestures when we found him. Learned sign language pretty quick though." The market vendor replied before moving away fully to put his new stack of cash away. Seren eyed his new owner warily. He wasn't sure what to make of him and he turned his head about when he was turned around. The dark cloud around the left side of his face moved on its own accord, moving with his head but also floating around it lazily. Seren tensed when the dark skinned male slid his arm around his waist but walked with him when prompted.

He'd been lead off in many different ways but this one was new and strange. Not long after that, he was loaded into a car, not that he knew what it was called but he'd been in similar vehicles before. This one had comfy seats though, which he marveled over until his new captor spoke. The star maker tilted his head, processing the words that were spoken to him. He was still learning what the sounds meant in relation to the sign language he'd been taught. "My name is Seren." He signed, moving his hands slowly as if to enunciate his words carefully.

This was something different for sure. No clear way of communicating was definitely an issue. Lorcan waited until he got his response. Blinking as the sign language was used. Thankfully he used it a bit himself. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Lorcan. I won't hurt you." He signed back, keeping his movements slow on the off chance Seren couldn't read him too well. "Are you hungry or thirsty?" Being hospitable wasn't his strong suit but something told him that he needed to take care of this man.

Whether or not he knew the reason why showed up didn't matter. All that mattered was keeping him safe. In the silence of the car, he bounced his leg some and became fidgety. Normally being threatening and all mafia boos came naturally to him but this time, the need wasn't there. Almost like he had a feeling that trust was able to given out. At least until it was betrayed and then he would have to put his foot down. Finally he had to ask. "What are you? "

Seren assessed the words that were being signed to him. He felt unsure if the man before him meant his words about not hurting him but he let himself relax regardless. He was durable after all. In addition to that, he didn't need to eat or drink, though if he knew about what good food tasted like he would likely be very pleased to have some. He shook his head lightly in response to the question regarding food or drink and signed back.

"No, thank you." There was silence between them then, which was familiar and comforting. Seren felt tired as he'd expended a lot of energy in his crash and hadn't recovered much during the time he was in captivity. After a while, he was asked what he was and the star maker's brow furrowed some. The cloud around his face twisted about as he tried to think of how to respond. "Star maker?" He signed, seeming unsure of himself. There was no proper word for what he was so he chose words that were closest to it. "I make stars."

It was a surprise that he wasn't hungry or thirsty but he didn't push the issue and just waited for his answer. Once he got it, Lorcan blinked a couple of times. Definitely not something he had heard of before but it didn't matter much. Making stars sound pretty damn cool. The silence stretched on between them at this point and the half elf leaned against the door laying his head in his hand. Morning time wasn't his favorite. He was always so exhausted and it took forever to get anything done. Thankfully due to having fed recently he didn't need to keep himself from burning alive. His eyes closed as he let out a yawn.

"You should sleep." There was a long dive ahead of them and a nap sounded fantastic. It also seemed like the other male was just as tired. How the mafia boss hadn't already passed out himself was amazing. Within a few more moments, he was out like a light. It took a lot for him to trust sleeping around others. For some reason, he wasn't worried about Seren trying to hurt him or escape. At least he hoped he did his best to come off as a gentle guy. For now. His body relaxed and his lips parted slightly as soft heavy breaths left him.

Several hours later, he was awoken at the sound of knocking on the window. With a groan, Lorcan cracked an eye open and looked around. With a yawn, he stretched and allowed his sleepy gaze to slide over to his companion. "Damn. I didn't think I'd pass out like that." He muttered and rubbed his eyes a bit before he slipped out of the car and went to the other side to let Seren out. With another stretch, he offered his hand. Whether or not he took it was up to him. If he did take it, Lorcan led him inside using the touch to keep an eye on him. If he didn't they walked side by side with no physical contact. It was such an out of character thing for him to do but he didn't care right now.


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.

It was a surprise that he wasn't hungry or thirsty but he didn't push the issue and just waited for his answer. Once he got it, Lorcan blinked a couple of times. Definitely not something he had heard of before but it didn't matter much. Making stars sound pretty damn cool. The silence stretched on between them at this point and the half elf leaned against the door laying his head in his hand. Morning time wasn't his favorite. He was always so exhausted and it took forever to get anything done. Thankfully due to having fed recently he didn't need to keep himself from burning alive. His eyes closed as he let out a yawn.

"You should sleep." There was a long dive ahead of them and a nap sounded fantastic. It also seemed like the other male was just as tired. How the mafia boss hadn't already passed out himself was amazing. Within a few more moments, he was out like a light. It took a lot for him to trust sleeping around others. For some reason, he wasn't worried about Seren trying to hurt him or escape. At least he hoped he did his best to come off as a gentle guy. For now. His body relaxed and his lips parted slightly as soft heavy breaths left him.

Several hours later, he was awoken at the sound of knocking on the window. With a groan, Lorcan cracked an eye open and looked around. With a yawn, he stretched and allowed his sleepy gaze to slide over to his companion. "Damn. I didn't think I'd pass out like that." He muttered and rubbed his eyes a bit before he slipped out of the car and went to the other side to let Seren out. With another stretch, he offered his hand. Whether or not he took it was up to him. If he did take it, Lorcan led him inside using the touch to keep an eye on him. If he didn't they walked side by side with no physical contact. It was such an out of character thing for him to do but he didn't care right now.

Seren settled more in the car, noticing that his new captor seemed rather tired. He'd seen a lot of tired people at the market but this tiredness seemed to come on rather suddenly, or he was just really good at hiding it until now. He watched the dark skinned male with curiosity, blinking when he was told to sleep as well. He didn't necessarily need it but he definitely would like to have his energy back on the off chance he'd have to run again.

Silently, he curled up on the seats and closed his eye. He drifted off into a light doze as his captor did the same. The silence in the car was peaceful and Seren could almost imagine he was back in the void of space. The star maker was awoken hours later, jolting awake when the window was tapped on. He looked around, remembering where he was after a few moments. His gaze drifted over to the other man, watching as he woke groggily before getting out of the car. Seren waited, unsure what to do until the car door was opened and the dark skinned male offered his hand. Shyly, Seren took it and allowed himself to be lead into the building the car had pulled up to. The scenery was strange to the star maker as he turned his head about to observe his surroundings with curiosity.


A woman of notable beauty, as repeatedly mentioned by David. Her physical strength might not match his, but her endurance and resilience are clear. She possesses a strong will and spirit, resisting David's manipulations despite the difficult situation she's in. Although initially naive to David's intentions, she quickly becomes wary and cautious around him. Despite the fear and disgust she feels due to the non-consensual acts imposed on her, she manages to maintain her composure. This shows that Eliza is a determined individual who prioritizes self-preservation.

Eliza whimpered as he kept going the pleasure rippling through her body as she could barely keep herself standing anymore. She was gasping for breath as he spoke, a shiver running down her spine at his question. "A-Anywhere but inside me," she breathed out as she gripped the counter tightly, wanting him to cum on her somewhere so this would be over. She already hated herself for cumming when she forced to let him fuck her, wishing she could try to escape after but she was already far too weak and drained to even stand on her own.

David grinned and spanked one of Her ass cheeks firmly squeezing and lifting her some more. So that she bounced on his large cock as his thrusts became a bit more shallow. Only pushing half his throbbing length in to her the large head of his cock bulging and gushing precum. "Ohh anywhere." He growled low as he pulled out of her with a wet pop and spanked his wet cock over her ass cheeks. Groaning in pleasure he turned her around and helped her to her knees so that she could see his large cock and balls. He stroked the first few inches of his cock as well as the head. "Ohh open your mouth." He growled low.

Eliza gasped for air and moaned as he had her bouncing on his cock with his shallow thrusts, her body already overwhelmed with the pleasure she had already felt. She breathed out when he pulled out, wondering if it was over as he spanked her with his wet cock, gasping in surprise as he turned her around. She was grateful as he helped her to her knees, her legs feeling like jello to where she couldn't stand on her own. She blushed to his words, thinking of refusing as she saw him stroke his cock in front of her face. "You're despicable," she said with a glare to him as she opened her mouth slightly, not at all wanting to have his cum on her face or in her mouth.

David grinned his gray eyes looking deep into her eyes as he strokes his large cock. Be a designer should tell that he was at least ten inches long and maybe three around. His heavy sack swayed back and forth as he strokes his cock the large head bulging and starting to drip thick precum into her lips. "This will be determined in time." He was missing the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock but he focused on how hard she had fun on him and that she was a squirter. "Ohh here it comes!" He growled aiming the large head at her mouth as he pumped his cock . The first hit fish of his thick cum went right in her mouth follows by the next few only getting a bit on her cheek and chin. "Ahhhh!" Slowly he continued stroking his shaft squeezing some and making sure she got it all.

Eliza glared up to him as he stroked his cock in front of her face, seeing it throbbing and flexing as he did so. She was startled when he came, the first shot going into her mouth along with more, a bit getting onto her cheek and chin. Once he was done she pulled back and spit his cum out on the floor, the taste left in her mouth causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Can I leave now?" She said as she stood up, grabbing her shorts and pulling them on quickly, not bothering with finding her panties.

David groaned as he finished his large cock only half hard now but he stretched his body flexing his muscles. He was taking stock of how well she did and how she stood up to other candidates that he had on hold. But he found that she would do the best she had spirit and she had been a virgin, so he knew that he was the first in there. Where some of the others that might not be true and turned him off a bit. But knowing he had been the only one had made things all the better he could shape her and make her the way he wanted.

Looking to her as she spoke and pulled her shorts on his gray eyes seemed to darken a bit. "Oh that is not acceptable." His voice rumbled as he spoke . "See we have a deal, a contract of sorts you assist me and I pay you good money for your assistance." He moved up behind her catching two of the belt loops of her shorts. "Staying is the best course of action. And I promise you will be paid for your time."

Eliza wanted to leave right then, saying fuck it to the money and everything else as she could find another job. She didn't want to live while walking on eggshells for not knowing the next time he would force himself on her. She tensed as he spoke, shivering to his words as she felt him catch the belt loops of her shorts from behind her. She didn't want to do any of this anymore, at least not the word he had an ad for.

"I'm fine with getting the money but I do not want you touching me or forcing me to do anything else. I'm here to just clean and help you fix up this place," she said as she tried to step away from him and turn around, but couldn't with his grip on the belt loops of her shorts.

David gripped the sides of her shorts pulling her hips back almost bending her over right there again but keeping her held fast. "Your beauty enhances the place on levels that normal cleaning just wont do." He knew that she would try to get away but luring and enticing her to stay. He would be able to break down her walls even more she would make an amazing sub for him and the way that she was built could lead to techniques that he had not been able to try on others.

"Many things come with this job not just the money." His voice was calm as he spoke his strong hands still squeezing her hips and making sure that she could not get away. "After we finish this room we can clean the hot tub area and then you can go for a good soak. I'll make some lunch."

Eliza tensed as he pulled her harder back against his body, his words sending shivers of fear down her spine. She didn't want any of what he was offering besides the money, keeping her posture stiff in his hold as she just wanted to get away from his touch and all that he had done to her. She tried to wiggle away as he spoke of finishing that room and then the hot tub area where she could have a hot soak, shaking her head.

"Thanks but no thanks... I'll have lunch but I won't be going in the hot tub," she said as she broke out of his hold, breathing a bit hard as she picked up one of the rags. She got back to cleaning, wanting to not think about what had happened and trying to keep her distance from him to where she was at least out of his reach most of the time.

David grinned as she pulled away and watched her carefully, he had so much more planned for her. He did not see her as greedy but his offer of pay as well as food and board would be very enticing to any student. Sometimes these things were difficult women in general were complicated. But he would not have it any other way Eliza was perfect for this, no matter what she would have a strong will. But one day she would be puddy in his hands.

Coming back from his own thoughts he grinned a bit more as he watched her. "Of course." David fixed his clothing and got back to work cleaning up the tables and some of the other stone work. Once he was done with that and while she was still cleaning up he snuck away to make her a very nice lunch a nice salad as well as a sandwich. He brought her a glass and a unopened bottle for her drink, he did not need her thinking he was drugging her as well. Those are advanced courses and she was not ready.

Eliza continued to cleaning, not even noticing that he had left as she engrossed in her work. Mostly just so she wouldn't think of what had happened. She breathed out a heavy breath and straightened once she moved the last box out of the balcony, looking to her work. She gave a nod when she was satisfied with what she saw. She didn't see David anywhere until she turned and saw him carrying some food and a drink.

"Oh, I could have made lunch myself," she said, a bit wary as she eyed the food and drink he had brought. She felt better as she saw the bottle of soda unopened and nothing in the glass, still a bit unsure about the sandwich and salad.

David looked around at the area and smiled some and nodded as he set the tray down. "Fine work." The sandwich was not put together it looked as though he had left it deconstructed for her to put together on her own. The bread was sliced and set aside dressings or anything she wanted to add to the bread came in packs. The meats, cheeses, and the veggies that she could add to it were sliced and separated as well. David knew that she would be wary of anything that he offered to her especially food or drink, so he made sure that things were closed or separated so she could take a look on her own.

But he left her to make up her mind on the food he started back over the floors again moving the furniture and just making sure things were ready. He did not need the rooms or areas perfect but ready for easy clean up any other time. He was impressed not just with her body but with her work ethic as well.

Eliza looked to the food he brought, seeing it wasn't put together and the drink was in a closed bottle. That made her a bit less wary as she sat down, starting to put the sandwich together how she liked it. She kept an eye on him as she started to eat, shifting uncomfortably. "You know, I don't want to be your plaything... I have a life with school and friends," she said as she looked to him.


A man who exudes dominance and control, his gray eyes filled with an unsettling mix of amusement and desire. His physical strength is evident in the way he handles heavy objects with ease, hinting at a well-built physique. He's manipulative and cunning, using psychological tactics to persuade Eliza into submission. His dark desires lean towards the extreme side of sexual deviance, indicating a high level of perversion. Despite this, he maintains a calm demeanor and shows an ability to be patient when pursuing his twisted goals.

Eliza looked to the food he brought, seeing it wasn't put together and the drink was in a closed bottle. That made her a bit less wary as she sat down, starting to put the sandwich together how she liked it. She kept an eye on him as she started to eat, shifting uncomfortably. "You know, I don't want to be your plaything... I have a life with school and friends," she said as she looked to him.

David set one of the boxes with a flat screen TV in it down and looked over to her. "Plaything? What would you prefer then?" He wanted to see how much she would give away, he knew that she was adventurous. With plenty of fire and strength to back it up but even the strongest have desires. Sometimes these things are not activities that you can tell friends and family about, but he always found kinks interesting and how they manifested in people. His own were a bit extreme and in many cases not very legal but he had found them even at a young age. He wanted to dominate those around him men and women, he was not sexually attracted to men but he found that jocks and other so called alphas needed a firm hand. But since he was not built like them he used his mind to break them and even turn them on each other. With women it was always about finding their dark desires and bringing them to the forefront and show them their desires were not a bad thing.

He took the box cutter and started opening up the box and getting things situated, it looked like he had three of those TVs and was going to link them side by side. "I have found that some people while not a plaything enjoy having certain things taken away at times. Not all of the time of course but sometimes." David lifted the first TV with ease and lined it first try right up with the brackets on the wall then secured it leaving space for wires.


A man with pug-like eyes and a body covered in a layer of fat, which hides his surprising strength. He has unusual tastes and desires, as demonstrated by his use of the collar, leash, and whip during the encounter. Montewar enjoys asserting control over Janica while also admiring her beauty. His hunger for her drives him to engage in passionate acts that blur the line between pleasure and pain.

Montewar turned briefly to the servant. "Slave, fuck off." He waved a hand toward the door, at which point a rather peeved looking Alric nodded and obliged the lords rather insulting command, by slipping out of the main door. He'd only go as far as outside, and likely hear it all, but still... As far as Lord Montewar was concerned that was his deal done.

His pug eyes turned back to her, and he licked across his own lips. "Mmh... let's see those titties, then! I'll be juuust a moment, there one or two... things... I'm going to need!" He grinned at her darkly and moved toward the door. "Don't go anywhere, now!" And with that he vanished for a short while. Upon his return, though, he had a bag of goodies, which he tossed toward the table. It spilled over, and a collar, leash and whip all rolled out to skid over the tabletop. He skimmed past them, though, on his way back to his pretty little whore.

Janica could not suppress a grin at Alric's expression as he left the room. Maybe when they were done she could use the other exit and evade her watchdog for a bit. She had started to untie the blouse where it was bound in front of her when her suitor left the room. Didn't he want to watch her undress? So in his absence she got rid of the shirt completely and tossed it to the floor. And since he had paid so well and she was supposed to enjoy this her skirt and panties immediately followed, leaving her stark naked. Then, in the spur of the moment she got up and sat on the table, her feet on the chair she had rested on before, and her arms folded in her lap, awaiting his return. She had to grin at the thought of an unsuspecting servant entering the room for cleaning.

When he did return, though, she could not help but raise an eyebrow at the contents of the bag that had now become visible. This was going to be interesting, to say the least. But she had agreed to it, so she would see it through. Her eyes lingered just a moment longer on the implements, before they returned to the approaching Lord Montewar, a smile etched on her face.

Montewar walked up to her, his hands leading the charge as they slithered between her knees and pulled the twin joints apart from each other, ensuring that he could push forward between his thighs. He glanced down and spotted the slight moisture on her pussy with a grin, before he was pressed up against her, kissing lewdly over her lips and wrapping each hand around one of those glorious breasts that had so enraptured him. For a moment his lips and tongue were wetly, messily kissing against hers, and then he drew back.

"Ooh, aren't you looking eager, hmm? I thought the slaves must have been exaggerating, but you really do just love to be fucked silly, don'tchya?"

As his hands resumed their work on her tits, Janica freely let out a moan. One advantage of whoring herself out was that she did not have to hold back. She could always pretend to pretend, so to speak, without painting her as the ultimate obedient slut. Despite her agreement to the whore contract however, she flinched a little and withdrew as his lips approached hers. Wasn't it common courtesy that prostitutes did everything except kisses on the mouth?.

Then she replied with a grin, leaving it unclear whether she was honest or just pretending to enjoy it as she replied, looking up at him with large deer eyes "Well, do you think you could do that for me? And those slaves could only tell half the truth. You see" her hand traced lightly over his vest "I also need a strong hand to show me how to behave and tell me what to do, since otherwise I am so wild and undisciplined." Hopefully she had not laid it on too thickly here.

Montewar chuckled and nodded, his hands pushing at her to send her backward, falling toward the heavy oaken table. He was stronger than he looked, beneath the layer of fat covering most of his body. "Oh, don't worry about that, my pretty! I know what I like, and I will tell you." He licked his lips again, shaking his head as though in amazement. She was glorious... And he did want her, so very badly.

One of his hands pointed to where the items had fallen from the bag. "Pass me those, and I'll show you exactly what I mean." He leaned forward with a little grin. "Do anything I don't like, or don't ask you to, and I get to punish you."

Janica let herself fall back, her shoulder blades touching the hard table surface, and her enormous breasts jiggling on impact as her blond hair framed her head like a halo. Her legs were still spread.

On his command she reached out with one arm, gathering up collar, leash and whip, as the index finger of her other hand touched her lips and in her best imitation of a naive little girl she replied "Oh no, I would not want to be punished by you. Who knows what nasty things you would to to me." As her last sentence ended, her arm came around and handed him the requested items.

Montewar grinned and pulled the three items—all of them black and leather, though all shaped to different purposes—across her smooth stomach. It was so tempting, standing there between her naked legs, to just enjoy her... Indeed, the Lord had to remind himself that it was so much more fun to play with her before he simply pounded her.

He picked up the collar and bought it to her neck, wrapping it around and securing so that it was tight, but let her breath. He clipped the leash onto it, too, while his other hand collected the leash, before stepping backward and nodding. "Very pretty... Very lovely indeed. Up on all fours, pretty girl, let's see if we can't tame the wild animal in you."

Janica watched amusedly as he avidly applied the collar and leash to her. He did have unusual tastes, that was for sure. Most men in his position would have torn open their fly and whipped out their trouser snake by now.

So on his command she turned around until her stomach touched the table surface, and then lifted herself up on her elbows and knees. Her heavy breasts were hanging beautifully below her and starting to rock a bit as she turned around on the table, until it was no longer her behind but her face facing him. She added a playful "Rawrr!" as she made eye contact.

Montewar twirled his finger, indicating for her to turn back, grinning at her. He bought the whip up, and sent it lashing across her back, making the leathery surface land across her flesh and send a sharp pang of searing pain through her. "Other way, girl! Show me that pretty pink pussy."

Janica added another hiss in mocked defiance, as the whip descended on her. It did sting, but not too badly, and there was actually an arousing element in it. Not being entirely human had its advantages, and who would ever have thought that she would enjoy being whipped? She did follow his order, though, and reverted her turnaround, until her buttocks were in his field of vision again. For emphasis she spread her legs and stretched her ass up as much as possible, arching her back in the process, so he would get to gaze at exactly what he had requested.

The lash fell across Janica's backside again, leaving a pretty red line where it fell and sending another jolt of that sudden, unexpected—but not unbearable by a long stretch—pain through her body. Once again Montewar's tongue fell out to roll its way languidly over his lips, wetting them and fueling his own hunger.

"Mmh, my my! Not many are blessed with such a pretty pussy... You should make better use of it. Mmh..." Though she couldn't see, he leant forward, and pressed his lips to her nethers in a lewd, hungry contact that saw his passion for her converted into a heavy meshing of lips against swollen lips.


A woman with large, enchanting breasts and long blond hair that frames her head like a halo. She has a playful and somewhat defiant personality, willingly engaging in Montewar's desires while adding her own teasing touches. Despite being subjected to the collar, leash, and whip, she seems to find some enjoyment in the situation and doesn't shy away from expressing herself throughout the encounter.

The lash fell across Janica's backside again, leaving a pretty red line where it fell and sending another jolt of that sudden, unexpected—but not unbearable by a long stretch—pain through her body. Once again Montewar's tongue fell out to roll its way languidly over his lips, wetting them and fueling his own hunger.

"Mmh, my my! Not many are blessed with such a pretty pussy... You should make better use of it. Mmh..." Though she couldn't see, he leant forward, and pressed his lips to her nethers in a lewd, hungry contact that saw his passion for her converted into a heavy meshing of lips against swollen lips.

Janica gave out an audible "Oww!" as he lashed her the second time as her body lurched somewhat, since she guessed he would appreciate any feedback.

Then as he kissed her in her most private area, she suddenly became very still, her back arched even more, and she started to purr softly like a very satisfied cat. She slowly lowered her head and let it hang between her shoulders as she did so.


A muscular man who has spent years in an undisclosed 'prison', which contributed to his physical strength. His body's reaction to seeing Melanie naked suggests he finds her attractive. He seems to be battling with past trauma that blurs his reality, causing him to act out sexual fantasies rooted in his past experiences. Despite these impulses, he shows remorse for his actions and concern for Melanie's wellbeing. There's a certain dominance and assertiveness in Marcus' character that becomes more evident during their sexual encounters. However, he also displays vulnerability when dealing with the aftermath of his traumatic experiences.

"Holy shit, Melanie!" Marcus said upon seeing her naked, cum-marked body. "What the fuck are you doing? Put something on! If you had some sort of hookup last night, you don't need to talk about it with me! And for god's sake, take a shower. I mean, look at you! Usually a walk of shame takes place on the way to your house, not in it!"

Still, her body was perfect in his eyes and even with his outrage, his 'monster' had made an appearance, growing to near full length and peeking out above the waistband of his underwear.

Melanie laughed out loud, listening to her brother's panic. His demands made her smirk before she sighed. "Guess not." Melanie said coldly.

"You really have no idea what you did last night." Melanie finally said, going back to her bedroom and grabbing a robe, before heading into the master bathroom attached to her room, where she cleaned her face and tits of his dried cum.

Still, Melanie's mind kept going back to him, the way his cock had responded just to seeing her naked, and she finally went back into the kitchen and approached her brother closely. "It was your cum, you realize that, right?" Melanie pointed out softly. "All the books say you're supposed to just go with it when a person is living in a flashback. You called me Jenny, and insisted I give you a handjob and then a blowjob. I figured you would have snapped out of it considering my lack of experience, but you didn't."

Marcus didn't want to believe it at first, but the factors said one thing, what she told him was true. Why would she show up naked, cum-soaked. Why would he have a dream about cumming all over her. He went pale.

"Holy shit, Melanie, I'm... I'm so sorry. I can't tell you much, except to say that we went through a lot in the place where we kept us. We all made a vow that we'd never speak of us. The army shrinks warned us we might go through, but I had no idea it might be something like this. I'm sorry, Melanie. That's just wrong. Your own brother doing something like that. I'm ashamed. I'm so very sorry."

Of course, that didn't change his body's reaction. His cock was hard and prominent out of his shorts, but it meant nothing to him. HIs past few years had involved few or no clothes and he no longer thought of such things.

Melanie sighed as she listened to Marcus as he explained it to her. "Please don't be sorry." Melanie said softly. "I just want to help you, Marcus..." Melanie admitted a little awkwardly. "I'm not saying it was right what we did, just that it was kind of fun. I liked the way you told me what to do." Melanie admitted with a blush. "If it's really so wrong, why are you even harder than you were last night?" Melanie asked, smiling as she stared at his cock before licking her lips.

Marcus looked down to see the 'horse cock' as the girls in prison had nicknamed it, so blatant and prominent. "I uh... Melanie... they kinda broke me in that place," he said. "I don't mean like, broken in spirit. I mean, broken in how I see the world. It's not healthy. I'm not healthy. You really don't want to be involved with me. I can... I can get a hotel or something until I'm right."

Still, he felt the impulses growing. The impulses that had been cultivated during his time in the place he had been. He walked up to her as he spoke and suddenly found his hands around her waist, pulling her close.

"Melanie... do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked, his hips grinding against her? "If you stay here with me, I'm going to do things you won't want to do. I'm going to say things that will frighten you, or disgust you." His hands were pushing her robe open, his hands seeking out her breasts, groping animalistically.

Melanie listened to her brother as he explained, making her frown at him. "Maybe I can help you heal... Stay?" Melanie said optimistically. Before she knew it, Marcus had pulled her in close, his hips already grinding against her, that large cock teasing her body, making Melanie moan softly. "You don't know that. Maybe I'd be into it. I mean, I did enjoy last night." Melanie said, blushing as his hands began to grope her breasts and making her moan become louder.

"Besides, I can't know if I won't like it if we don't try. I know I wasn't that good at giving you a blowjob, but I liked it. I want to go further, Marcus." Melanie admitted with a smile. "Last night was eye opening for me. I didn't know I could get so wet, and I really didn't know what to do with myself after you left..."

That snapped Marcus out of his haze... the memory of what he'd done appeared in his mind. And the fear returned. That she hadn't done what he'd told her. The fear of how people would be punished if they didn't do what was expected. "You didn't?!" he said. "You have to! You have to do that!" He'd pulled away from her and was pacing back and forth, panicked, ringing his hands. He took her hand and led her back to her bedroom. "Here." he said. "Kneel."

He made her kneel on her bed and then came up to her, grabbing her hand, guiding it to between her legs. "There, do you feel that?" he said, helping her find her clit with her middle finger. "That's the place. Touch yourself there, rub it. Squeeze your tits, too. Do it, you need to. You need to make yourself cum, soon." He grabbed the chair by her makeup table and pulled it in front of her, sitting before her, his cock harder than ever, ready to watch.

Melanie was shocked when Marcus suddenly said she had to do so before leading her back to her bedroom where he told her to kneel on her bed.

His hand guided hers between her legs until her middle finger found her clit and she began rubbing it, creating circles on it and moaning loudly. She kept doing it as her brother told her, her other hand squeezing her tits as she moaned like crazy until finally, she reached her first orgasm. It rippled through her like a time bomb, her whole body writhing as she screamed in pleasure and tried to come down from it.

"What was that exactly?" Melanie finally asked, staring directly at her brother's cock.

"That was... that was what you had to do," Marcus said, unable to explain himself. "I can't believe that you hadn't ever done that." He was still worked up and stripped off his shorts, his massive member upright, barely hanging down.

He paced about again, fearfully, looking to the ceiling for cameras. "If you don't do things... they... it's not good." He laid down on the bed, covering his eyes and trying to take deep breaths. He knew it wasn't real, but he also didn't know what he could do to lose this feeling.

Melanie raised an eyebrow as she heard Marcus. It almost seemed like he was worse than she'd thought. In some ways, he was here with her, but in other moments, it seemed like he was in his own memories.

"Well then, maybe we should do more things for our audience...?" Melanie asked as he laid down beside her. "Or... you know, think about where we are. Look at me. I'm not Jenny. Try to keep it in the back of your mind when you fuck me. I'm nowhere near as experienced as Jenny probably was. It can't be as good for you with me. I don't measure up at all, but it doesn't mean I'm not willing to be everything you need me to be, big brother."

Marcus wasn't getting better... worse actually. He couldn't tell the difference of where he was. The walls were blending between wallpaper and stone walls. He looked at her in surprise. "Wait! Earlier you said you were a virgin. Is that true? Because if you are, they'll give us extra. Like a whole day off and extra rations. Maybe even a beer or two."

Melanie had no idea how to help Marcus, and honestly, it really bothered her. Every attempt she made only seemed to throw him deeper into his mental illusion, back in the prison. "Yes. I am a virgin." Melanie said, watching how surprised he was. Maybe, just maybe, she could have some fun with her brother, and then maybe bring him drinks and hang out in the hot tub with him. It wasn't exactly smart, but she could try to reward his actions as best she could until he could snap out of it for good.

Marcus pulled her to him, caressing her. "They like it both ways... I could take you forcefully... like I did with Lisa. She whispered that she wanted me to. She knew it was inevitable, but she wanted to make it look real. The guards were sure I'd raped her, she screamed and fought so much. We got a week by the pool for that. Or, we could make it look like you want it. They like the 'loose Western women', if you begged me for it, we'd probably do almost as well."

He didn't know where he was, and the strange thing was, he knew it was Melanie now, and he knew he was in his house, but he also knew they were being watched.

Melanie smiled as she was pulled to her brother and he caressed her softly as he whispered ideas in her ears. "Let's make it look like you're raping me then." Melanie said softly, so only her brother could hear her. "Make it rough, leave bruises and hickeys and spank me if I'm not good enough." Melanie said, unaware she'd ever thought of things like this. But there was a part of her that still knew how wrong it was to do this, and maybe that was why she wanted him to punish her.

After all, Marcus wasn't exactly forcing her. He had the night before, but since then, she'd only been craving more.

Marcus liked that she had said it softly. They might be listening. "Okay..." he whispered back. "So... you need to be like, upset. Tell me you're disgusted, that I'm your brother, and walk out. Later today, I'll come after you... and you have to make it look real. He spoke even lower. "When you say rougher. How rough? Face slapping? spanking? If I start, I won't stop.

As Melanie listened to his whispered words, Melanie smiled. It wouldn't exactly be hard to act disgusted about what they were considering. After all, technically, this was wrong. Not that Melanie could stop herself. Sucking his cock the night before, sleeping covered in his cum had been more of a turn on than she had even realized, especially when he taught her how to pleasure herself while he watched.

"As rough as you want to make it. I think it'll be fun. Just as long as I can slap your face a little as I 'protest'." Melanie said softly, working out the details with him first, before she expected him to make a move she could reject for show.

Marcus rolled over and caressed a breast and spoke louder. "Come on, baby, you know you want it," he said. "Admit it, it makes you even hotter knowing it's your brother and not some other dude who wants to fuck you." He waited to see what sort of actress she was.

Melanie made a shocked face as her brother caressed her breast and suddenly spoke louder, beginning their show.

"No, what?" Melanie said, swatting his hand off of her breast. "You're my brother! That's disgusting!" Melanie protested loudly, screaming and trying to push him off of her roughly. "Marcus! Stop!" Melanie screamed, getting up and slapping his face hard, leaving him on her bed with a red mark on his face as she stormed out of the room angrily and went to her own bedroom, muttering to herself and playing up her anger and disgust.

Marcus held his cheek. Wow, she really hadn't held back there. But, it was sort of a good thing, because her force had given him an indication of how rough she was willing to go. He avoided her for a while and when he saw her she was dressed again in a regular dress. He sort of glared at her and she seemed to return his look with a smirk, but with some fear in her eyes as well.

He liked this anticipation. He wasn't going to tell her when or where he might strike. He came up with a strategy and waited in the linen closet in the upper hall. He sprung out just as she was walking past and grabbed her hair, yanking her backwards.

"Time to play, baby sister," he said, his strong arms developed from years of working out in the secret prison. He held her up, ignoring her squeals and took her to his bedroom, throwing her down on the bed, when she came up to face him, his hand landed with a hard smack across her face, leaving a red handprint behind. "Now... what'll it be first? Sucking my cock? Or should I just take your cunt and make it mine right away?"

For the rest of the day, Melanie stayed in a regular dress and glared at her brother every time she saw him. It was interesting, considering Melanie actually did want her experienced older brother to fuck her. The game itself so fun, playing like they weren't both interested in fucking each other.

Melanie gasped as Marcus yanked her backwards by her hair, nearly screaming from the pain. Before she could react, her brother's strong arms lifted her up and threw her down on the bed. She moved up to face him, fear evident in her eyes and he smacked her face hard. Tears fell from the pain, and her hand went to her face as she screamed and continued to try to get him off of her.

"No! Marcus!" Melanie begged, half screaming. "Don't do this!" Melanie screamed, fighting back by slapping his chest and hoping he'd get off of her. She had underestimated how strong he really was though. "Please, Marcus, I'm your sister!" Melanie begged, really playing up that she didn't want to do this, though she was already wet and excited to take him. Hell, she wanted him to shove his cock in her mouth and face fuck her as his way of shutting her up.

He grabbed her hair again and pulled her toward him, shoving down his pants, his massive member already stiff from the excitement. "That's the point!" he said. "You're my sister... how much better does it get than that?" He pulled her head closer and closer, pressing his cock against her lips until they parted.

He shoved in... hard, his cock spearing her throat... and then he held it there. He waited until he saw her gag reflex kick in and then waited longer, seeing her body buck in resistance. Then he let up, drool flowing over her full lips.

"That's it sister" he said. "You might not like it now, but you'll learn to." He shoved himself back and and began throatfucking her with a vengeance he never had before, not even in the prison.


An 18 years old woman with an attractive physique, as evidenced by Marcus's physical attraction towards her. She is comfortable in her nudity and exudes a sense of confidence and boldness. Melanie appears adventurous and open-minded, willing to explore unconventional sexual experiences despite societal norms. Her curiosity extends to the point where she willingly engages in taboo acts with her brother. Despite these actions, there's an underlying concern for Marcus's well-being that suggests a caring nature.

"Holy shit, Melanie!" Marcus said upon seeing her naked, cum-marked body. "What the fuck are you doing? Put something on! If you had some sort of hookup last night, you don't need to talk about it with me! And for god's sake, take a shower. I mean, look at you! Usually a walk of shame takes place on the way to your house, not in it!"

Still, her body was perfect in his eyes and even with his outrage, his 'monster' had made an appearance, growing to near full length and peeking out above the waistband of his underwear.

Melanie laughed out loud, listening to her brother's panic. His demands made her smirk before she sighed. "Guess not." Melanie said coldly.

"You really have no idea what you did last night." Melanie finally said, going back to her bedroom and grabbing a robe, before heading into the master bathroom attached to her room, where she cleaned her face and tits of his dried cum.

Still, Melanie's mind kept going back to him, the way his cock had responded just to seeing her naked, and she finally went back into the kitchen and approached her brother closely. "It was your cum, you realize that, right?" Melanie pointed out softly. "All the books say you're supposed to just go with it when a person is living in a flashback. You called me Jenny, and insisted I give you a handjob and then a blowjob. I figured you would have snapped out of it considering my lack of experience, but you didn't."

Marcus didn't want to believe it at first, but the factors said one thing, what she told him was true. Why would she show up naked, cum-soaked. Why would he have a dream about cumming all over her. He went pale.

"Holy shit, Melanie, I'm... I'm so sorry. I can't tell you much, except to say that we went through a lot in the place where we kept us. We all made a vow that we'd never speak of us. The army shrinks warned us we might go through, but I had no idea it might be something like this. I'm sorry, Melanie. That's just wrong. Your own brother doing something like that. I'm ashamed. I'm so very sorry."

Of course, that didn't change his body's reaction. His cock was hard and prominent out of his shorts, but it meant nothing to him. HIs past few years had involved few or no clothes and he no longer thought of such things.

Melanie sighed as she listened to Marcus as he explained it to her. "Please don't be sorry." Melanie said softly. "I just want to help you, Marcus..." Melanie admitted a little awkwardly. "I'm not saying it was right what we did, just that it was kind of fun. I liked the way you told me what to do." Melanie admitted with a blush. "If it's really so wrong, why are you even harder than you were last night?" Melanie asked, smiling as she stared at his cock before licking her lips.

Marcus looked down to see the 'horse cock' as the girls in prison had nicknamed it, so blatant and prominent. "I uh... Melanie... they kinda broke me in that place," he said. "I don't mean like, broken in spirit. I mean, broken in how I see the world. It's not healthy. I'm not healthy. You really don't want to be involved with me. I can... I can get a hotel or something until I'm right."

Still, he felt the impulses growing. The impulses that had been cultivated during his time in the place he had been. He walked up to her as he spoke and suddenly found his hands around her waist, pulling her close.

"Melanie... do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked, his hips grinding against her? "If you stay here with me, I'm going to do things you won't want to do. I'm going to say things that will frighten you, or disgust you." His hands were pushing her robe open, his hands seeking out her breasts, groping animalistically.

Melanie listened to her brother as he explained, making her frown at him. "Maybe I can help you heal... Stay?" Melanie said optimistically. Before she knew it, Marcus had pulled her in close, his hips already grinding against her, that large cock teasing her body, making Melanie moan softly. "You don't know that. Maybe I'd be into it. I mean, I did enjoy last night." Melanie said, blushing as his hands began to grope her breasts and making her moan become louder.

"Besides, I can't know if I won't like it if we don't try. I know I wasn't that good at giving you a blowjob, but I liked it. I want to go further, Marcus." Melanie admitted with a smile. "Last night was eye opening for me. I didn't know I could get so wet, and I really didn't know what to do with myself after you left..."

That snapped Marcus out of his haze... the memory of what he'd done appeared in his mind. And the fear returned. That she hadn't done what he'd told her. The fear of how people would be punished if they didn't do what was expected. "You didn't?!" he said. "You have to! You have to do that!" He'd pulled away from her and was pacing back and forth, panicked, ringing his hands. He took her hand and led her back to her bedroom. "Here." he said. "Kneel."

He made her kneel on her bed and then came up to her, grabbing her hand, guiding it to between her legs. "There, do you feel that?" he said, helping her find her clit with her middle finger. "That's the place. Touch yourself there, rub it. Squeeze your tits, too. Do it, you need to. You need to make yourself cum, soon." He grabbed the chair by her makeup table and pulled it in front of her, sitting before her, his cock harder than ever, ready to watch.

Melanie was shocked when Marcus suddenly said she had to do so before leading her back to her bedroom where he told her to kneel on her bed.

His hand guided hers between her legs until her middle finger found her clit and she began rubbing it, creating circles on it and moaning loudly. She kept doing it as her brother told her, her other hand squeezing her tits as she moaned like crazy until finally, she reached her first orgasm. It rippled through her like a time bomb, her whole body writhing as she screamed in pleasure and tried to come down from it.

"What was that exactly?" Melanie finally asked, staring directly at her brother's cock.

"That was... that was what you had to do," Marcus said, unable to explain himself. "I can't believe that you hadn't ever done that." He was still worked up and stripped off his shorts, his massive member upright, barely hanging down.

He paced about again, fearfully, looking to the ceiling for cameras. "If you don't do things... they... it's not good." He laid down on the bed, covering his eyes and trying to take deep breaths. He knew it wasn't real, but he also didn't know what he could do to lose this feeling.

Melanie raised an eyebrow as she heard Marcus. It almost seemed like he was worse than she'd thought. In some ways, he was here with her, but in other moments, it seemed like he was in his own memories.

"Well then, maybe we should do more things for our audience...?" Melanie asked as he laid down beside her. "Or... you know, think about where we are. Look at me. I'm not Jenny. Try to keep it in the back of your mind when you fuck me. I'm nowhere near as experienced as Jenny probably was. It can't be as good for you with me. I don't measure up at all, but it doesn't mean I'm not willing to be everything you need me to be, big brother."

Marcus wasn't getting better... worse actually. He couldn't tell the difference of where he was. The walls were blending between wallpaper and stone walls. He looked at her in surprise. "Wait! Earlier you said you were a virgin. Is that true? Because if you are, they'll give us extra. Like a whole day off and extra rations. Maybe even a beer or two."

Melanie had no idea how to help Marcus, and honestly, it really bothered her. Every attempt she made only seemed to throw him deeper into his mental illusion, back in the prison. "Yes. I am a virgin." Melanie said, watching how surprised he was. Maybe, just maybe, she could have some fun with her brother, and then maybe bring him drinks and hang out in the hot tub with him. It wasn't exactly smart, but she could try to reward his actions as best she could until he could snap out of it for good.

Marcus pulled her to him, caressing her. "They like it both ways... I could take you forcefully... like I did with Lisa. She whispered that she wanted me to. She knew it was inevitable, but she wanted to make it look real. The guards were sure I'd raped her, she screamed and fought so much. We got a week by the pool for that. Or, we could make it look like you want it. They like the 'loose Western women', if you begged me for it, we'd probably do almost as well."

He didn't know where he was, and the strange thing was, he knew it was Melanie now, and he knew he was in his house, but he also knew they were being watched.

Melanie smiled as she was pulled to her brother and he caressed her softly as he whispered ideas in her ears. "Let's make it look like you're raping me then." Melanie said softly, so only her brother could hear her. "Make it rough, leave bruises and hickeys and spank me if I'm not good enough." Melanie said, unaware she'd ever thought of things like this. But there was a part of her that still knew how wrong it was to do this, and maybe that was why she wanted him to punish her.

After all, Marcus wasn't exactly forcing her. He had the night before, but since then, she'd only been craving more.

Marcus liked that she had said it softly. They might be listening. "Okay..." he whispered back. "So... you need to be like, upset. Tell me you're disgusted, that I'm your brother, and walk out. Later today, I'll come after you... and you have to make it look real. He spoke even lower. "When you say rougher. How rough? Face slapping? spanking? If I start, I won't stop.

As Melanie listened to his whispered words, Melanie smiled. It wouldn't exactly be hard to act disgusted about what they were considering. After all, technically, this was wrong. Not that Melanie could stop herself. Sucking his cock the night before, sleeping covered in his cum had been more of a turn on than she had even realized, especially when he taught her how to pleasure herself while he watched.

"As rough as you want to make it. I think it'll be fun. Just as long as I can slap your face a little as I 'protest'." Melanie said softly, working out the details with him first, before she expected him to make a move she could reject for show.

Marcus rolled over and caressed a breast and spoke louder. "Come on, baby, you know you want it," he said. "Admit it, it makes you even hotter knowing it's your brother and not some other dude who wants to fuck you." He waited to see what sort of actress she was.

Melanie made a shocked face as her brother caressed her breast and suddenly spoke louder, beginning their show.

"No, what?" Melanie said, swatting his hand off of her breast. "You're my brother! That's disgusting!" Melanie protested loudly, screaming and trying to push him off of her roughly. "Marcus! Stop!" Melanie screamed, getting up and slapping his face hard, leaving him on her bed with a red mark on his face as she stormed out of the room angrily and went to her own bedroom, muttering to herself and playing up her anger and disgust.

Marcus held his cheek. Wow, she really hadn't held back there. But, it was sort of a good thing, because her force had given him an indication of how rough she was willing to go. He avoided her for a while and when he saw her she was dressed again in a regular dress. He sort of glared at her and she seemed to return his look with a smirk, but with some fear in her eyes as well.

He liked this anticipation. He wasn't going to tell her when or where he might strike. He came up with a strategy and waited in the linen closet in the upper hall. He sprung out just as she was walking past and grabbed her hair, yanking her backwards.

"Time to play, baby sister," he said, his strong arms developed from years of working out in the secret prison. He held her up, ignoring her squeals and took her to his bedroom, throwing her down on the bed, when she came up to face him, his hand landed with a hard smack across her face, leaving a red handprint behind. "Now... what'll it be first? Sucking my cock? Or should I just take your cunt and make it mine right away?"

For the rest of the day, Melanie stayed in a regular dress and glared at her brother every time she saw him. It was interesting, considering Melanie actually did want her experienced older brother to fuck her. The game itself so fun, playing like they weren't both interested in fucking each other.

Melanie gasped as Marcus yanked her backwards by her hair, nearly screaming from the pain. Before she could react, her brother's strong arms lifted her up and threw her down on the bed. She moved up to face him, fear evident in her eyes and he smacked her face hard. Tears fell from the pain, and her hand went to her face as she screamed and continued to try to get him off of her.

"No! Marcus!" Melanie begged, half screaming. "Don't do this!" Melanie screamed, fighting back by slapping his chest and hoping he'd get off of her. She had underestimated how strong he really was though. "Please, Marcus, I'm your sister!" Melanie begged, really playing up that she didn't want to do this, though she was already wet and excited to take him. Hell, she wanted him to shove his cock in her mouth and face fuck her as his way of shutting her up.

He grabbed her hair again and pulled her toward him, shoving down his pants, his massive member already stiff from the excitement. "That's the point!" he said. "You're my sister... how much better does it get than that?" He pulled her head closer and closer, pressing his cock against her lips until they parted.

He shoved in... hard, his cock spearing her throat... and then he held it there. He waited until he saw her gag reflex kick in and then waited longer, seeing her body buck in resistance. Then he let up, drool flowing over her full lips.

"That's it sister" he said. "You might not like it now, but you'll learn to." He shoved himself back and and began throatfucking her with a vengeance he never had before, not even in the prison.

Melanie screamed as Marcus pulled her towards him. She didn't even hear his words between her desperate, fake protesting. Before she knew what was happening, Marcus had thrust his cock into her mouth hard. His giant cock was far too much and he made sure it went down her throat, making her eyes tear up as she gagged on it and let out yelps of fake pain. It wasn't long before she was drooling, her mouth filling with her saliva as his cock thrust into her mouth. It was coating her chin and Marcus's cock.

Muffled screams escaped her lips as Marcus throatfucked her rather hard, nearly painfully, but also very hot. It was actually making Melanie wetter already, even though this was her first time experiencing anything this rough. Hell, this was really her first time doing much of anything with a man. To keep up the show, Melanie let sobs flow freely from her eyes and tried desperately to move away. When that didn't work, Melanie began to slap Marcus hard enough that each slap was audible, trying to get him to stop.

Of course, both of them knew Melanie didn't want her brother to stop at all. As much as she was playing it up as Marcus raping her, Melanie was loving it. She'd never thought a man would be so rough and dominant and demanding with her. It was really one of the best things she had ever experienced, despite it being her brother who was causing her so much pleasure. And he hadn't even popped her cherry yet.