A demon with a powerful and imposing presence, towering over Skyler. His appearance includes reptilian-like features such as clawed hands and feet. He has a permanent grin on his face, which can make it difficult to read his emotions. Siptah is confident, persuasive, and enjoys playing games with others. He expects complete obedience from those he interacts with and becomes angry when they do not follow his instructions precisely. Despite this dominating nature, he also exhibits playfulness in certain situations.

"Help you?" Siptah asked with an amused tone to his voice. "I am only here to make a trade. A life time of enjoying your flesh... in exchange for the power I can give you... if that benefits you then all the more reason to follow through." he said rather casually as he crossed the distance to her. The demon took up some of her hair and smelled it deeply, his eyes closing and look of ecstasy running through him as he did. "But I tell my name only to my brides... will you be my bride?"

The creatures hands rand from her hair down over her shoulders seductively. He could feel the warmth of her flesh just under the clothing which he felt was needlessly covering. Little to none of her form was visible through the layers she wore. He was absolutely an expert at sensing the shape of a woman's body and he just knew that the mortal who stood before him had something absolutely delicious waiting for him. His own body ached to experience her... it had been a few thousand years since the last time he'd claimed a bride and it was killing him to be so restrained...

Skyler kept an eye on him as he walked around her apartment because if he show much as tried to attack her, she would put a bullet in his brain. She hadn't read up on the demons completely so she wasn't sure if that would kill them but she was willing to try if she had too. She winced as the music came on with him just looking at it and waving his hand. She really hadn't thought this through very much and she was screwed, she needed Chris right now he would protect her.

Skyler sighed as she heard him speaking about a trade, she didn't know what she should do, she needed to solve this case. She opened her mouth to speak until he took her hair into his hands and smelled it deeply. "Your... bride? You want me to marry you?" She shivered when he ran his hands down her shoulders Skyler hadn't been touched by a man in such a long time. "If I do this... will you be able to help me solve these murders happening lately?" She leaned slightly back into his touch.

The demon chuckled and ran a finger down her jawline. "My dear, you aren't understanding..." Siptah walked slowly over to her couch and sat down in a rather grand way, the way one might picture a king sitting. That smile that didn't seem to fade got a bit bigger and he patted the seat next to him before continuing.

"You'd be a witch... bound to me for life." he licked his lips and chuckled again. "I only guarantee two things... if you bind yourself to me, I will make you the most powerful mortal on Earth, and in exchange I will enjoy your body until the day you die. I have no doubt that catching some simple sadist will be the first of many accomplishments for you."

Looking around a bit like a cat before looking back at her, the demon spoke again. "I grow tired of all this talking about the deal. Do you wish to be my bride or not."

Skyler shivered when he ran his hand down her jawline, she wanted to react but she didn't know what the outcome would be, so she didn't. Sky swallowed hard and watched him walk over to the couch and pat the spot next to him. She sighed and slowly walked over to him and slid down into the spot on the couch. A witch she thought to herself as he explained being bound to him for life.

He promised her being very powerful and in exchange he just wanted her body. Skyler sat up some and looked at him with a tilt to her head. "So I let you have my body you help me catch this creep? Will you... protect me?" She was a tough girl that much was known, but sometimes she felt like she was vulnerable because she was the only female on the force. "I will be your bride." She looked down not really believing what she had just agreed to do.

"Oh now I couldn't have anyone ruining my prize now could I?" Siptah asked playfully when she asked about receiving his protection.

The demon seemed to get rather serious despite the permanent grin when she said that she agreed to be his bride. Slowly he considered her and nodded. "I agree to accept you." he said sounding rather formal all of the sudden. Slowly he stood up, towering over her, and crossed powerful arms over his chest. "There is a process... a ritual... it's simple and if you follow my instructions you will walk away from it feeling quite different, and you'll get the power you need to hunt this killer..." Lifting a clawed, almost reptilian foot from the floor he shoved her coffee table out of the way.

"Now... undress for me... let me see my bride before I take her..." he encouraged, that grin turning wicked. He watched and waited for compliance, starting to pace slightly but his eyes never leaving her. "You know you will humble yourself to me... when it is my time with you, my control will be absolute. Do you understand this?"

Skyler wasn't sure if being called his prize was exciting or if it was downright wrong. As she looked at him he got serious and looked at her saying that he agreed to accept you, Skyler licked her lips wondering what that would include at this time. As she was thinking it over he went and stood up and looked down at her. She moved back some in her seat and prepared herself. She gasped as her coffee table was shoved out of the way, Skyler wanted to stand up and yell at him, but she changed her mind. He then spoke the words to undress him and let Skyler see him before he took her.

She could only imagine what those words were doing to her body elsewhere. She nodded that she understood everything he was saying and she took a couple steps closer towards him and looked down at his loin cloth. She swallowed hard and leaned towards him reaching behind him and undoing his belt. Skyler pulled it off slowly and dropped it to the ground and cleared her throat looking into his eyes as she undid his loin cloth pulling it off slowly. "Oh wow." She glanced down at him and then up to his eyes. "Um... heh." She flushed red and glanced down again turning from him and walking into the kitchen pouring herself some water and chugging it.

In an instant Siptah was behind her and the demon spun Skyler around and then pinned her to the closest wall. He seemed very upset and his face looked angry despite that permanent grin. Glowing eyes looked her up and down before he spoke. "What about my instructions led you to believe that it was acceptable for you to walk away from me... when you're on my time, you will never turn your back to me unless it's to get on all fours, do you understand me human?" he growled.

"Also... I didn't tell you to undress me... I told you to undress, but that is a mistake I was willing to let slide." he added before letting her go.

For just a moment the demon gave her enough space to let her believe he was about to walk away. Suddenly he attacked, ripping and tugging, destroying all that she wore until he got her down to her bra and panties. The bra had taken a hit though, in his fury to get her undressed he had ripped away one of the shoulder straps. Looking at her there in the sexy matching set he admired how things had changed since he'd been gone.

"Follow me... on your hands and knees..." he said ponderously, speaking like it were a game. "And once I'm comfortable... you will finish undressing for me..." he added before going back into the living room and turning to face her.


A strong and determined woman, involved in solving murder cases. Despite this toughness, she has moments of vulnerability and longs for protection. She is also cautious and hesitant when faced with the unknown, as shown by her reluctance to accept the demon's offer initially. Additionally, Skyler is inexperienced or unprepared for intimate situations with men, as evidenced by her reaction during their encounter.

In an instant Siptah was behind her and the demon spun Skyler around and then pinned her to the closest wall. He seemed very upset and his face looked angry despite that permanent grin. Glowing eyes looked her up and down before he spoke. "What about my instructions led you to believe that it was acceptable for you to walk away from me... when you're on my time, you will never turn your back to me unless it's to get on all fours, do you understand me human?" he growled.

"Also... I didn't tell you to undress me... I told you to undress, but that is a mistake I was willing to let slide." he added before letting her go.

For just a moment the demon gave her enough space to let her believe he was about to walk away. Suddenly he attacked, ripping and tugging, destroying all that she wore until he got her down to her bra and panties. The bra had taken a hit though, in his fury to get her undressed he had ripped away one of the shoulder straps. Looking at her there in the sexy matching set he admired how things had changed since he'd been gone.

"Follow me... on your hands and knees..." he said ponderously, speaking like it were a game. "And once I'm comfortable... you will finish undressing for me..." he added before going back into the living room and turning to face her.

Skyler let out a little scream when she was pinned to the wall, and despite the grin she could tell he was angry. "I'm sorry!" She whimpered as she had misunderstood his directions, and part of her was happy, she didn't want to get naked for him. She sniffled and nodded to what he was saying. She felt so stupid why didn't she listen to Chris she was done for. If she didn't listen to him surely he would murder her, at least that's what she thought.

Without warning he attacked her ripping and yanking her clothing off, ripping her bra. "St... stop please!" she sniffled off as she was standing in front of him in just her ripped bra and matching panties. She knew already that she was going to listen because she was a good girl and she was stuck. Skyler sighed and dropped slowly down to her knees and began to crawl towards where he was with her head down. "I'm sorry."


A man of imposing presence, exuding an air of danger and authority. He's tall and strong, with a physique that commands attention. His looks are further complemented by his tailored suits, hinting at a refined taste. Despite being known as a cold-blooded killer, Joseph has a gentlemanly side to him; he's respectful and considerate towards Lucia, showing patience and understanding in their interactions. He seems to be very protective as well, which combined with his power and status makes him quite intimidating. However, underneath the tough exterior lies a softer side that only few get to see.

Once they finally arrived to his mansion on the outskirts of town, Joseph parked his car and looked over at her. Although her father would be mad he would never say anything about it "Don't worry, I know he'll keep his mouth shut it's in his best interest". He slowly let go of her hand as he walked over to her door. He opened it up and carefully helped her out. As they started walking towards the front steps he opened up the front door. He gently picked her up bridal style and although she was a bit heavy he could easily hold her. He kicked the door shut behind him as he started carrying her up the flight of stairs.

Every time his fingers touched Lucia's, her heart went wild in her chest. And this time, it wasn't from fear. He was quickly proving to be anything but what she had expected. Her mother had given her a gift of advice earlier that day, which only set her fears more firmly in place. And yet, with every small touch and smile, he was tearing every rumor she'd ever heard to shreds. Lucia still knew what he was capable of—that his hands were stained red and always would be. But, maybe she had nothing to fear from him.

He picked her up like she was nothing and held so close she got the full effect of his body. His cologne filled her senses and the strength he had wasn't hidden by his tailored suit. In his arms, she felt... safe. The realization struck her suddenly. Safety had been a luxury she had never been afforded. Her father ruled his home with an iron fist and all at once she knew Joseph would be different. His obvious disdain for the man was obvious.

She had remained quiet, ruminating over his words and it wasn't until he was marching up the stairs of his grand home with her that she understood the full weight of them.

"I'm not... experienced." Lucia said softly, her cheek resting on his shoulder as he carried her. "I'm... nervous... for that. I don't want to be a let down."

Just as they were reaching the top of the stairs she said that to him and it left him a bit confused. Joseph chuckled a bit at her words as he started carrying her towards his room. Once inside he gently sat her down on his bed as he started softly rubbing his thumb against her bottom lip " don't worry about that baby girl when that day comes I'll guide you through it ". He stepped back a bit as he slipped his shoes off and kicked them to the side. He undid his eye and stretched his neck out a bit .

He walked over to his closet as he opened it up for her "If you would like to get out of that dress you can grab something from my closet so you can sleep comfortably." Never in a million years did he expect to be saying that. He walked over to her and kneeled down in front of her as he helped her get her heels off and the he stood back up. He smiled sweetly at her as he started walking his office door "I have go make a quick phone call but go ahead get into something cozy."

Relief flooded over Lucia. Her mother had been wrong. There would be no force, no pain, nothing that said anything other than he respected her. Lucia would never in a million years expect love, but she could survive on respect. The smile she offered him was nearly light-hearted as she watched him loosen his tie.

"Oh right." She watched as he moved to the closet, reminding her that her next few outfits were at the hotel they had been booked at for after the reception. Joseph had bucked that, much to her delight, but now she was left with nothing to wear but a wedding gown and all the underthings that involved. The thought of wearing one of his shirts to bed was far more exhilarating that it probably should have been.

He helped her slip her shoes off and she nodded before he left the room. The moment the door was closed she let out a long breath. Every fiber of her being felt as if it was on high alert, but she was fully convinced she had no need for that now. She was his wife, but he was nothing like the husband she had expected.

For a moment she struggled to undo the gown, but soon enough it slide to the floor at her feet in a heap of satin and lace. Lucia crossed the distance to his closet, finding a wardrobe of suits and dress shirts along with the typical jeans and tees. As if the man was normal. She grinned to herself, finding a pair of flannel pants and a tee. Discarding the suffocating underthings that had been a requirement, she was soon encased in soft fabrics that smelled distinctly like him.

Tossing the gown over the back of a chair, Lucia made her way back to the bed, finding that her new source of anxiety.

Joseph had booked a hotel room for them but he just had to get away from everything. He just wanted to be back home and get some rest. He planned to pick her things up the next day and have a little talk with her father. During the party he didn't quite appreciate the look her father was giving her. As me made his way into the office he picked up the phone and start calling some of his men. After a fifteen minute phone call he finally hung up and made his way back into his room. He was glad that she had found something comfy to wear.

Joseph made his way over to the light switch as he dimmed the lights then he made his way over to the bed. He laid down and carefully pulled her into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her lower waist as he pulled her in close "Good night kitten let me know if you need anything". He could feel all of his pain melt away as he admired her lovely perfume.

Lucia had situated herself under the covers when he reentered, bright gaze watching as he moved until he flipped the light switch. For a split second, panic nearly set in. The bed dipped as he shifted into his place and her frayed nerves calmed. The closer he got, the more at ease she felt. Confusion reared, but she didn't resist when he pulled her close, rather liking the way his hands felt on her and how her body molded to his.

"Good night." Her soft voice sounded loud against the silence around them.

And the minutes ticked by. Strange place, strange man, and strange circumstances. All she could think of was how angry her father would be when she saw him next—and how little he could do about it now. When it all settled around her and her nerves and fears evaporated, Lucia was certain she'd found herself in a fairy tale.

Even with her in his arms Joseph still couldn't help it his mind was still going crazy. He knew they still had to go to her father's house to pick up her things. He was not looking forward to that since he knew that there was going to be allot arguing. Even through Andrew worked for him she was still his daughter at the end of the day. After a few minutes of laying there he was finally sound asleep. He slept peacefully through the night and only woke up to use the restroom .

Once the light started shining into the room through the curtains he knew it was time to get up. He carefully got out of bed and started packing up an outfit. Since her clothes were still in the hotel he would just wait to shower there. He packed up some things into a duffle bag and started putting his shoes on as he waited for her to wake up. She looked adorable as she laid there sleeping peacefully .


A young woman who carries an air of innocence and vulnerability. She's attractive, with bright eyes that reveal her emotions easily. Despite her initial fears, she's adaptable and resilient, finding comfort in unexpected places. Lucia also possesses a thoughtful nature; she's contemplative and introspective, often lost in her thoughts. Her relationship with her parents is strained, suggesting a tough past that might have hardened her over time. However, despite all this, she still maintains a hopeful outlook on life and the future.

Even with her in his arms Joseph still couldn't help it his mind was still going crazy. He knew they still had to go to her father's house to pick up her things. He was not looking forward to that since he knew that there was going to be allot arguing. Even through Andrew worked for him she was still his daughter at the end of the day. After a few minutes of laying there he was finally sound asleep. He slept peacefully through the night and only woke up to use the restroom .

Once the light started shining into the room through the curtains he knew it was time to get up. He carefully got out of bed and started packing up an outfit. Since her clothes were still in the hotel he would just wait to shower there. He packed up some things into a duffle bag and started putting his shoes on as he waited for her to wake up. She looked adorable as she laid there sleeping peacefully .

Lucia had finally succumbed to sleep long after Joseph had. And while she would normally toss and turn, she found a semblance of peace cuddled into his strong form. Her dreams, which were usually full of dark and sinister things, had been calm for once. And when she finally opened her eyes, she found she didn't quite dread the prospect of facing the day. Because he would be with her.

She grinned at him from where she lay before sitting up and yawning. "Can't we skip my parents house?" Lucia would have preferred to never see her parents again. And while Joseph still intimidated her, their hatred was far worse.

"Or can we at least... put it off." She pushed the covers back and set her feet on the floor, suddenly very awkward and out of place. This was his home. Her home. The bed they would share until death do is part and it all became so much more real to her.


Elizabeth is a young ghost woman who died under tragic circumstances. She has a slender frame is feather-light but tangible. Her appearance shifts between her ghostly form and that of a young woman with lush lips and soft blue eyes. Despite being dead, she experiences sensations such as warmth and heat. She had been married at a very young age, only 18 summers old, before dying before consummating her marriage.

Elizabeth's fingers wove between Alex's as she held his hand and settled in against him; her frame was feather-light but tangible in his arms. She was slight in the cradle of his embrace, but her figure pressed against his side solidly, as she looked up at him with a slow winsome smile curving her lush lips. Where her heart once beat she felt a slight faint warmth, like the sun—radiating outwards... though not unpleasantly. It gave her a moment's pause before shook out of her thought, responding to his gracious comment. "I must say that it is nice that you see me... that I am not alone. There must be something of you that makes you sensitive to the world beyond... because not everyone who walks beyond these walls can view me as you do."

Elizabeth shifted against him, propping herself against the bed so she could hold his gaze, though she was hovering above it rather than using it as any actual support. "Then you were not meant to die tonight! See, there is a reason for your life, a purpose... and perhaps you will find it during the time that you are here. Your life doesn't have to end with no meaning. Maybe you can even fight the pull of the house. We could save you, find a way to free you from the curse." She breathed, her face suddenly falling, "Then you could leave here." The warmth that radiated in her breast faded, replaced by a strange sensation of... it reminded her of sadness. Was she actually feeling sadness again...? After all these years.

Alex was quick to correct her. "Well, as much as I'd like to leave this nightmare mansion, not only have you made it seem like I can't... but also, I basically just put down the last of my savings on a down payment for this house, so I can't even really afford to get away from here. You know, you never hear about that in the ghost TV shows. Like, the family put down $40k on this haunted-ass house and suddenly the broker is nowhere to be seen? Please... Actually, that's a good idea. I should really call that guy tomorrow..."

He was distracted when she started to float, but not only that, she also was only inches away from his face by now. Elizabeth's visage was frightening, but the more he looked at her, the more she looked like she was wearing Halloween makeup rather than being some ghastly, demented revenant thirsting for his soul. Her kind words could have been a ploy in that regard, he thought, but at this point, what was there left for him to even lose?

"If you think there's a way..." he said, surprised as he found himself suddenly yawning. "Then it's worth a try. Sorry, I'm feeling rather tired all of a sudden..."

Elizabeth brushed a strand of his hair and tucked it behind his ear—her fingers fluttering against his skin like the wings of a butterfly. Her features shifted—again melding into the visage of a young woman... as the blood and gore of her death faded into her skin like the vanishing of a bruise. Her slender finger tracked down his throat before stopping with a whispering sigh. "I would miss you if you were to leave..." she began, before hearing his words on sleep—her physical self still pressed against his side as she wrapped about him beneath their conjoined blanket.

Again she looked at him, those eyes a soft sky blue as her body practically hummed with sensation, tripping down her spine in waves of heat; warm... radiant... heat. The sensation of feeling made her groan, her lids fluttering against her eyes as she bit at her bottom lip with a whisper of sound. She hadn't felt something of its like for longer than she could remember. It was a powerful sensation. It caused a quiver in her belly that she couldn't quite place—like the distant echo of a quiet heartbeat. As though from some long distant memory, her voice quivered softly, "I've only ever lain in bed with one other man, before..." her hand hovered against his chest—feeling his human heart. "I was married... for less than a day. That night... before we consummated our marriage; I died."

She looked at Alex, peering into his face as though to read his thoughts. "You were married, too. And yet here you are. Maybe... maybe there's a reason," again she ducked her head against him, her fingertips feeling the thrum of his heart against her touch. "I feel like I should know you... but we've never met before. Maybe you're here to free me from this prison. But am worrying that the house is tormenting me—when really you're here to hurt me too. Because I feel... I'm starting to feel... again. It's small, like a spark. And I'm afraid if you go, it will end too."

For a second, just one little passing second, Alex had forgotten Elizabeth was a ghost. She was friendly, kind, caring... affectionate, too. Her little touches felt like the kiss of mist in the morning upon his skin, strange, yet clarifying. The scars of her past were beginning to fade away as they grew more comfortable together, as Alex took note of her increasingly human appearance. The question grew a little clearer in his mind as well, despite the strange fog her touch was beginning to elicit: what was happening right now, exactly? Thankfully, the mention of the details of her death woke him from the increasing stupor, as he realized something about the ghost.

"God... but you have to be so young," he said, turning to look at her incredulously. "Well, I mean, when you died you were young. Maybe we have some things in common... though my former spouse is still very much alive. Unfortunately. I... well, you're going to make me feel old, although maybe I'm assuming too much about your age. I'm 32... and I bet your parents, were they still alive, would probably take some issue with you lying in bed with me like this, wouldn't they?" He asked, thinking of the time period she might have come from, where arranged marriages were still common. "Well, don't fret; I'm not here to ruin your ghostly innocence or anything."

In truth, he meant what he said, even if the touch of a woman as young-looking and beautiful as Elizabeth was, despite being a ghost, was enticing now that he had gone so long without a loving touch such as hers. And even if her 'skin' was strangely smooth. Was she even really a ghost? "That is, uh..." he said, suddenly feeling sheepish. "How old were you, anyway? When you died, I mean..."

Elizabeth smiled, her visage soft and amiable... nonpulsed by his seeming discomfiture. "I was a married woman. I turned 18 summers the night before my wedding. At our rehearsal dinner, we had cake to celebrate. The next day I was married," her voice drew quieter, her hand brushing over his jawline absently as she quietly recalled those moments so long ago. Her fingers tripped down his throat, over his chest... her hand once more laying over his heart and feeling his warm, living beat.

"That same night... we had a reception; dinner and dancing. But at some point my husband went missing... so I decided to go and look for him. And I found him, in our marriage bed... and with another woman. But what was even worse was that the woman was his sister. They couldn't let me tell anyone... and we were already married, so—technically—the dowery was his. All they had to worry about was keeping me silent." Her hand drifted down his stomach, laying against him as her voice drifted around him like a sighing whisper.

"So they staged my suicide. They even left a suicide note, claiming that I had cheated on my new husband—and had killed myself in guilt for what I had done. I was interred with dishonor, soiling my family name and leaving me disgraced... a defiler, a cheat, and a whore."

She laughed bitterly for a moment, but the pain didn't quite resonate the same as it once did—it was almost as though that had been another lifetime ago. Another girl. Because in her here and now... she was lying in bed with a man, not her husband... and was at peace. He felt good against her. And his nearness seemed to be awakening something in her that she'd long believed dormant. "I died that night. Broken and alone. I never even consummated my marriage... dying as a virgin forever."


A 32 years old man who has recently moved into a haunted house. He has put down all of his savings as a down payment for the house. He was married before, but his former spouse is still alive.

For a second, just one little passing second, Alex had forgotten Elizabeth was a ghost. She was friendly, kind, caring... affectionate, too. Her little touches felt like the kiss of mist in the morning upon his skin, strange, yet clarifying. The scars of her past were beginning to fade away as they grew more comfortable together, as Alex took note of her increasingly human appearance. The question grew a little clearer in his mind as well, despite the strange fog her touch was beginning to elicit: what was happening right now, exactly? Thankfully, the mention of the details of her death woke him from the increasing stupor, as he realized something about the ghost.

"God... but you have to be so young," he said, turning to look at her incredulously. "Well, I mean, when you died you were young. Maybe we have some things in common... though my former spouse is still very much alive. Unfortunately. I... well, you're going to make me feel old, although maybe I'm assuming too much about your age. I'm 32... and I bet your parents, were they still alive, would probably take some issue with you lying in bed with me like this, wouldn't they?" He asked, thinking of the time period she might have come from, where arranged marriages were still common. "Well, don't fret; I'm not here to ruin your ghostly innocence or anything."

In truth, he meant what he said, even if the touch of a woman as young-looking and beautiful as Elizabeth was, despite being a ghost, was enticing now that he had gone so long without a loving touch such as hers. And even if her 'skin' was strangely smooth. Was she even really a ghost? "That is, uh..." he said, suddenly feeling sheepish. "How old were you, anyway? When you died, I mean..."


A 18 years old teenage boy with a strong desire for control and dominance in his relationship. He takes advantage of the Master PC program to manipulate Chelsea without her knowledge or consent. His personality leans towards being manipulative and selfish, as he focuses on fulfilling his own desires and fantasies rather than considering the ethical implications of his actions.

Jason retorted her joke, "Well maybe I did change your breasts, you just can't remember that I did. And just so you know, I wouldn't mind at all seeing you topless to get a good look at your boobs." Which gave Jason the idea to quickly type a command for her to not ask anymore questions about Master PC. It would also give her the command that anytime he would type on his laptop or iPhone she wouldn't question it. Chelsea had no idea but she was now under his complete control.

The command to top them all, "From this moment on, anything your boyfriend asks of you, you will willingly submit and do what he says with a smile." Typing that would save time in Master PC. It was time to test this command out. If it'd work, he'd used the program for physical changes on her only while he could still use the program on anyone else mentally. "Now sweetie, why don't you get a little more comfortable and strip out of your clothes. But, do it in a sexy way." Jason was determined to have fun with this change.

Chelsea laughed as Jason suggested that he'd changed her, and again when he asked for her topless. "Not now!" Her gaze drifted away from the computer as he typed in his commands, and she looked back to him with a smile when he told her to strip "Well, if you insist."

Chelsea slowly lifted her top over her head, revealing a black bra straining to contain her new rack. She was quite slim (obviously by genetics, as she lacked the toned look of someone who exercises well), at a 5'6 she now looked wonderfully curvy. She straddled Jason's lap and pulled his face down to her chest, teasing "We'll get to topless in a minute."

She stood up and kicked off her shoes, then turned around to give him a view of her behind as she hooked two fingers into the waist of her jeans. "If I'm going to be giving you stripteases, maybe I should start dressing more appropriately."

When his face was close to her breasts, Jason did a quick motorboat before she got up and kicked off her shoes. As she mentioned more stripteases, that gave Jason another idea. Quickly pulling out his phone, he went to the mobile app and it was almost as if the PC and mobile versions were synced because they were both on the same screen. He imputed a new command, 'from now on you will only wear sluttier, sexier, and a little more revealing clothes. While at school you will remain in the schools dress code but still dress sexy to compliment your now curvy body and ample chest.' And the command to go with it, 'all of Chelsea's clothes are now all different and will now form fit to her body and compliment her best features. Any future cloths she chooses will be sexier than before. Hued current clothes will now take on a sexier look as well.' The two new commands were in place.

He then decided to have a little more fun quickly, since he knew this would lead to sex. He quickly made her key pleasure areas more sensitive, making it easier to have orgasm after orgasm with ease. Jason was sure to have lot of fun with this new altercation to her body. Master PC was the best thing to happen to the young man. Chelsea had no idea all the changes he had in store for her. She would be his crowning achievement since she was after all his girlfriend. This program would mold her into the perfect girlfriend and who knew, if he enjoyed it enough, she'd be the perfect wife. The world was officially his playground.

As Jason entered the command, Chelsea's jeans became nearly skintight, and her bra turned from plain black and straining to contain her breasts to lacy black and happily offering up cleavage. She bent over in front of him and slowly pulled her jeans down, revealing a matching pair of lacy black panties.

She turned around and posed for Jason, giving him a good look at her lingerie-clad body. "What do you think? Do they look better on me..." she arched her back, pushing her breasts out farther "or on the floor?" With that, she pulled the bra off and threw it down. Her breasts bounced slightly as they were freed, they'd never done that before. Chelsea smiled, unaware of that fact.

She strutted a few steps over to Jason and placed his hand on her panties. "These on the floor too?" she asked with a naughty smile.

As Jason watched as his girlfriend strip for him, to his amazement after the commands were entered, her lingerie changed before his eyes, something he wasn't completely prepared for. He was absolutely stunned as she was slowly becoming his own personal toy thanks to Master PC. Weather she knew it or not, he was pulling the strings now. He was beyond glad he found the program, because before this program, he was never able to talk her into such a thing, and now, she was turning him on in ways he never thought possible. He enjoyed the sight seeing her breasts just bounce into place, an added bonus from the program. As she'd strut over to him, his hands on her underwear, he helped to pull them off. "They definitely belong on the floor." He said with a seductive tone to his voice.

Jason still had quite a bit of work to do on the program, but for right now, he would enjoy his hard work that brought him their impending sexual session. He wondered though with her new changes if that'd allow her to be more dominant in the bedroom while he was still dominant over her at times. All he knew right now though was how his cock felt like it could have grown more without the program, he was that turned on. Chills ran through his young body as he wanted nothing more than for her to either give a blowjob or him to fuck her brains out. "Now, how about we start off with a blow job?" He'd only hoped this would work since he did command in Master PC she would willingly submit to anything he said in Master PC. He'd only hoped it'd continue to work.

Chelsea smiled as Jason pulled down her panties, stepping out of them. She dropped to her knees as he asked for a blowjob. She hadn't come to his house expecting sex, and if she thought about it, her behavior was a little odd, but thanks to the changes he'd made, she wasn't about to refuse anything he asked. She took his hardening cock in one hand and stroked it a few times "Mmm, you're big. This is gonna be fun."

Once her boyfriend was completely hard, Chelsea extended her tongue and slowly licked along his length. Then she wrapped her lips around his cock and started to suck, bobbing her head up and down along his cock. She looked up at him as she did so, giving him a view of her adoring expression and, slightly below that, her new rack, jiggling as she moved. She had given him blowjobs before, and was decent at it, but she'd usually required a bit more convincing than this. If asked why she was doing it now, she'd have just said "Well, he asked me to!" In her new frame of mind, that was reason enough for anything.

Jason always enjoyed a blowjob from his girlfriend Chelsea, but it always required him to keep badgering her about it until she caved in. But thanks to Master PC, she gladly accepted his request with no fight nor fuss. He couldn't believe how well this program worked and did everything to his specifications. As she moved her mouth on his manhood, he let out a groan, "Oh fuck Chelsea, that's it. Suck that big cock. If you do well, I'll be sure to reward you later and give you something really good." He gave her a sly smile as he looked into her eyes when she looked up at him as he ran his fingers through her hair. Another reason he he enjoyed receiving a blowjob from her was because she was really good at it.

Grabbing his phone once again, quickly he typed in, "She will not only always enjoy the taste of sucking my cock, but she'll also enjoy tasting my cum and getting it shot onto her." And then he submitted the order into the Mobile Master PC app. This just a few of the many changes that he would do to her over time. His ultimate goal was to transform her into his ultimate fucktoy, ready and willing for sex when and wherever.

He would change her look a bit drastically, but still keeping some of her original looks. He would be the envy of every guy in school... or better yet, the entire town. Jason was going to first experiment on her and see how well she does with the changes. But so far, she's doing incredible with them. He'd moan more as she kept sucking him more and more, admiring her gorgeous eyes and the new breasts from afar while she sucked him.


A slim young teenage girl standing at 5'6" with a naturally curvy figure. Her personality is more reserved and less sexually adventurous compared to her boyfriend, Jason. However, due to the changes made by Jason using the Master PC program, she becomes more submissive and open to his desires without realizing that her actions are being controlled.

Chelsea smiled as Jason pulled down her panties, stepping out of them. She dropped to her knees as he asked for a blowjob. She hadn't come to his house expecting sex, and if she thought about it, her behavior was a little odd, but thanks to the changes he'd made, she wasn't about to refuse anything he asked. She took his hardening cock in one hand and stroked it a few times "Mmm, you're big. This is gonna be fun."

Once her boyfriend was completely hard, Chelsea extended her tongue and slowly licked along his length. Then she wrapped her lips around his cock and started to suck, bobbing her head up and down along his cock. She looked up at him as she did so, giving him a view of her adoring expression and, slightly below that, her new rack, jiggling as she moved. She had given him blowjobs before, and was decent at it, but she'd usually required a bit more convincing than this. If asked why she was doing it now, she'd have just said "Well, he asked me to!" In her new frame of mind, that was reason enough for anything.


A young 23-year-old woman with blonde hair. Her attire, consisting of a white tank top and jeans, suggests a practical and straightforward nature. She carries herself with an air of determination and grit, evident in her decision to continue on foot despite the heat after her car breaks down. However, her lack of experience in the hunting game is apparent in both her minimal supplies and her reaction to unexpected events. Despite this, she shows resilience and adaptability as she navigates through challenging circumstances.

The rusted out ford rolled to a stop just outside of a sign that read 'Now Entering Mountain Falls' before sputtering and finally dying. A loud stream of expletives streamed out of the mouth of the young 23 year old blonde as she climbed out of the car. Jenny kicked the side of it letting out another loud swear when a jolt of pain shot through her foot. "You damn piece of junk" She growled out.

When she'd started this she hadn't expected to be riding around in a rusted barely functioning car. A few months ago she'd pictured herself like the characters in Carver Edlund's books. The Winchester Brothers had a sleek car, plenty of cash, and lots of tools. Jenny meanwhile now had no car, very little cash, and minimal supplies. Her training consisted of currently a few self defense classes and a couple of hunts. She was still very new to this whole hunting game and it showed in the scars she'd received during those hunts. "Guess I'll walk" She said softly letting out a light sigh.

She pulled her bag out of the backseat of the car opening it to check her supplies. Her list of supplies consisted of salt, an iron fire poker, a knife, and her book collection. The books were probably best left somewhere but she needed the information. Ever since she'd found out the books were right about the creatures, she kept them close for research. That was her reason for heading into such an out of the way town, she was searching for her next hunt with no idea what to look for.

The small Nevada town was much like any other with no real distinction at all. Well, that is, except for the Conduit arriving here. Her name didn't matter and on the outside she was just another meat suit to toy with out of boredom. His temper was calm for the moment so his raven form remained as he perched on the dead body by the way side. The gas station attendant had only been a temporary meat suit that had served him briefly. Once returned to his natural bird form, the body was evidence that needed to be disposed of.

Stolas calmly plucked out a juicy eye and slurped it down with satisfaction. The Conduit was reported to be passing this way in a hunk of junk car held together by rust and a wish. A loud backfire echoed off the trees as the ugly old car rolled to a stop and simply died on the deserted back road.

On closer inspection, her vivid eyes gave no reflection of anything like normal eyes. While most people didn't notice, it was the exact reason that Stolas was in Mountain Falls. *Pretty little Conduit enter stage right.* He thought, watching the lovely blond. She seemed innocuous enough with her gentle good looks and when she kicked the car and got surprised by the pain, well she was definitely a natural blond.

Her scent wafted up to him and he flew closer to decide on how to toy with his fun new prey. She certainly was no Sam or Dean Winchester as far as he could tell. He waited until he heard the nature sounds go silent in his presence, and let out a loud, raucous caw just to test her nerves—or lack thereof.

Jenny was not happy about walking especially in this heat but she didn't have much choice. There wasn't enough traffic to make waiting a viable option. She set her bag down and removed her overshirt revealing a white tank top which she wore over jeans. It wasn't much but it felt better with the heat and she stuffed the shirt into her bag. It was then that she noticed that things had gone even quieter. It set her on edge but she slipped her bag onto her shoulder glancing around. She started to walk at that moment a loud caw made her practically jump out of her skin.

"Son of a bitch..." She said calming her nerves "Its just a damn crow... relax" She didn't know why she was so jumpy she didn't even know if there was something in this town. Hell she didn't have any connection in hunting as far as she knew she was the only hunter even out there. She ran a hand through her hair letting her nerves relax as she started walking again. The first thing she noticed was the gas station it might be a good place to start.

"I can get some water or something..." She remarked. There was no hope for her car it would take too much money to fix it and she didn't have the money. It was going to be hitch-hiking and hoofing it across the country until she could find an alternative means of transport.

The sleepy little sun-baked town wouldn't discover the decrepit old gas station owner's death until morning at least. Stolas pondered for a moment, considering the best options for getting hold of the sly little almost Hunter. Her kind, Hunters, had a strange conduit like power to them that drew a demon's dark energy like flies to a corpse—and Jenny had it in spades.

Her reaction was alert but not panicked, showing she wasn't easily spooked. However ignoring nature's silence was always a big mistake when predators were chasing prey. Essentially the little blond had good instincts, but hadn't yet been trained to follow them. She was a perfectly juicy human play toy that he looked forward to tormenting. A lot.

On that note, he flew almost directly at Jenny's head, his black wings brushing her cheek as he passed her with an obnoxiously loud cawing. He needed to get back to the station now that he'd confirmed she was only a ten minute's walk from there.

Fortuitously, a tall, dark haired young man made the bad and final mistake of stopping there for some mountain dew and a bag of chips. Stolas found the meat suit was a good fit and promptly positioned himself in sight of the road. Leaning against the inside window, he watched for the petite blond to get just a little closer.

Jenny walked along the side of the road half expecting something jump out at her. As if on cue as she was walking a crow flew by her. She flinched as its wing hit her cheek, it was as if it was trying to scare her. Once it was gone she looked around expecting something else crows weren't always a good sign. "This should be fun" She remarked to herself.

She readjusted the bag and kept walking her feet crunching on the hard ground. If she was lucky she might find a ride into town at the Gas Station. It seemed like it took her forever to make it to the small gas station. Her eyes scanned the gas station as walked towards the entrance it was eerily empty but it was in the middle of nowhere.

Seeing his cue walking in, he stepped forward with the appropriate expression. His new young 'suit' was about twenty-two, just under six feet, and had brown hair and vivid blue eyes. Stolas waved at Jenny and continued to make a show of looking around. He raised an eyebrow, smiled at the attractive girl and asked, "Are you the cashier here? I left a five on the counter."

He opened up the mountain dew and took a long swig, enjoying the cool moisture sliding down his dry, dusty throat. Today was a scorcher and Jenny's pretty little self upped the temperature by another twenty degrees.

His gaze lingered over her lithe, trim figure and the halter top she wore. Covertly, he studied the bag she carried. When he'd flown by her earlier, he'd only caught a glimpse of what looked to be salt, a couple stakes and not much else. Stolas licked his dry lips and commented, "Sure is hot out huh?"

Jenny stopped when he moved in front of her tensing immediately. Her eyes surveyed him and he wasn't half bad to look at. When he waved at her she nodded readjusting the bag on her shoulder.

"No I'm not the Cashier" She said crossing her arms over her chest "What makes you think that?" She noticed him looking her over and suppressed a sigh. He was just a guy and she'd grown used to being ogled. He didn't seem very threatening but a lack of cashier did kind of concern her.

"Yeah it is pretty hot" She replied "Any idea where the cashier went?" She walked past him she could leave cash on the counter herself. All she wanted right now was a bottle of water and maybe a bit of junk food. She grabbed some water and a bag of chips before going to leave some cash on the counter. Her eyes strayed back to him and she wondered if the guy had a car. She wasn't one to trust a stranger but the thought of walking in this heat was enough to make her ask for a ride.

Stolas gave a non-committal shrug and answered, "Well I haven't seen anyone else around and I'm just passing through here."

When she tensed up under his look, Stolas barely held back a smile of predatory amusement. *This one is nervous about attraction and sexuality. An obvious weakness and something I could definitely use to my advantage.* He thought with pleasure as his eye roamed her lithe young body once more.

He shook his head when she asked about the cashier and watched her hips sway as she walked into the store. Jenny's going to be a lot of fun to toy with; no doubt about that. New and inexperienced, nervy and not very savvy to the ways of a Hunter. Easy pickings for sure.

Waiting for her to come out of the store, he leaned back against the maroon Ford Taurus. When she didn't return immediately, he slid into the driver's seat and took stock of his new car. A quick survey revealed that his new meat suit had stolen the car for a joyride because the license didn't match the registration and the ignition wires were visibly tied under the steering wheel.

Stolas noted that there was a functioning AC which he was sure that Jenny would find enticing. Humans did after all cherish their own creature comforts. He gave a welcoming smile when she approached him. "Are you actually walking in this heat?" He asked her casually as he turned on the car's AC.

Jenny walked back out of the store looking around and noticed his car. Something about him made her nervous but he had a car and she really didn't want to walk. Jenny approached the car wondering if he'd offer or of she'd have to ask.

"That hadn't been the plan but my car decided to break down" She said. The cool air from the AC wafted out of the open window and she bit her bottom lip. She needed a ride and some AC was enough to make her want to ask. "Are you headed into town?" She asked him.


A demonic entity capable of shape-shifting. Initially appearing as a raven, he later assumes the form of a young man around twenty-two years old, under six feet tall with brown hair and vivid blue eyes. He exudes an air of predatory amusement, taking pleasure in toying with his prey and exploiting their weaknesses for his advantage. His actions reveal him to be cunning, manipulative, and patient; he meticulously observes Jenny, gauging her reactions before making his move. Despite his malevolent intentions, he maintains an outwardly casual demeanor that masks his true nature from unsuspecting humans.

Stolas gave a non-committal shrug and answered, "Well I haven't seen anyone else around and I'm just passing through here."

When she tensed up under his look, Stolas barely held back a smile of predatory amusement. *This one is nervous about attraction and sexuality. An obvious weakness and something I could definitely use to my advantage.* He thought with pleasure as his eye roamed her lithe young body once more.

He shook his head when she asked about the cashier and watched her hips sway as she walked into the store. Jenny's going to be a lot of fun to toy with; no doubt about that. New and inexperienced, nervy and not very savvy to the ways of a Hunter. Easy pickings for sure.

Waiting for her to come out of the store, he leaned back against the maroon Ford Taurus. When she didn't return immediately, he slid into the driver's seat and took stock of his new car. A quick survey revealed that his new meat suit had stolen the car for a joyride because the license didn't match the registration and the ignition wires were visibly tied under the steering wheel.

Stolas noted that there was a functioning AC which he was sure that Jenny would find enticing. Humans did after all cherish their own creature comforts. He gave a welcoming smile when she approached him. "Are you actually walking in this heat?" He asked her casually as he turned on the car's AC.


A physically attractive former lingerie model who maintains her appearance well. She exudes confidence, dominance, and sensuality in the way she interacts with Taylor. Her assertiveness suggests an authoritative nature, yet she also shows a nurturing side through cooking for Taylor and expressing concern over his well-being. Despite her boldness in suggesting unconventional sexual activities, she demonstrates patience when dealing with resistance from Taylor. The wealth she's acquired indicates success in her past career as a model and possibly savvy business acumen.

Irene looked at the time and knew it must have been tiring for him. She began to cook some dinner. She heard a voice call to her and she smiled gently. She liked having a living companion as it brought her back to the days when she lived with a fellow model. Those days were short-lived as they both went down different paths. She looked at him as he sat on the couch, naked as the day he was born.

Bringing the plates of pasta and the glasses of wine she set them on the coffee table. Sitting on the couch beside him she climbed atop of him. "Did I wear you out?" She asked as she kissed him than giving him air to talk. "I like this, having you here, naked on my couch. Are you hungry?" She asked climbing off of him not wanting him to get too eager too quickly. "I made pasta but I can make you something else if you would prefer?"

Taylor'd stopped on an episode of Law and Order. The characters talked in the background as he lowered the volume seeing her come to him. He looked at her as she set the plates down along with a pair of wine glasses. He watched as her the silk clung close to her body giving it a very attractive contour. He grinned as she sat beside him and within another second she was climbing atop of him. We're they gonna go again he wondered as she asked if he'd been worn out by her.

"Nn..." he tried to respond as she cut him off with a kiss. He could feel himself getting a bit aroused as she sat on his lap and kissed him with another breath she added that she liked seeing him naked on her couch. In an instant she climbed back off of him after she had asked if he was hungry. He nodded a bit perplexed by just how sexual she was. Was he in a bit to deep? He hoped not because this was one of his wildest fantasies.

He was semi hard but gave it no care as the two had just had sex earlier. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen now. He leaned forward and picked up one of the plates. "Uhh thanks. It looks great, this is fine." he told her as he picked the fork up and took a bite. It tasted as good as it looked too. Who exactly did his mother send him with? First they were at odds then they fucked, and now she feeds him. It was a lot to take in.

He looked at her once again taking in her beauty. He dazed off into fantasy as he imagined her lips wrapping around his cock he could feel himself getting more aroused as he fantasized. In a few moments he snapped out of it. "This is really good." he told her as he took another bite. It looked a bit weird seeing that he was hard while eating pasta. The idea made him laugh a bit to himself.

The kiss was enticing and lead Irene to wanting more but she wouldn't want him to riddle his day with her body as every moment. Her mind wasn't a clean space thinking of the next dirty prerogative. She remembered her folks and their disowning her once she wanted to work in this kind of line. Their conservative ways weren't eager to see their daughter so immodest in magazines. She turned to him and watch him eat.

"You like wine right? If not I can get you something else?" She said as she took a sip of hers. Once he complimented her food she smiled gently at him as she turned to face him she noticed he was hard. His body wanted more did he. She finished off her glass of wine before sliding off the couch. Going on her knees in front of him she smiled. "You seem to have something, I might be able to help with." She said dragging her finger along his tip, down the spine and to the base before cupping his balls. "Do you want me too..." She said in a low voice as she began to in her mouth open, a little wider every moment waiting for him to tell her if he did.

Admittedly she was a really gracious host. Taylor shook his head in response to her asking if he wanted something else. "No this is fine." He told her as he continued eating. Once he finished he sat the plate back on the table and sipped the wine, by this time she was finishing her own glass. He watched as she slid off the couch and onto her knees. He nearly choked on the wine while she carried on. As her finger tip traced the tip of his cock and down to his balls his head laid back on the couch.

Her question made him look back to her, he leaned forward and set the glass on the table in front of the two of them and then sat back and watched as she she teased him by opening her mouth near his cock. She had to have read his mind this was insane he'd never met a girl like her. "I... you have no idea how much I want you to." He told her as he widened his legs and rested his head.

His reaction to her behavior was enticing. Irene liked seeing him squirm at his excitement for her. Someone who wanted her in a way like this before, normally it was a use and abuse to remove themselves fast. If something could come from their relationship she would enjoy that, but he had a lesson to be learned and she hoped to teach him of it. He needed to understand how women were treated on the daily and there was only one way to do it.

How she would start was beyond her understanding. When he said that he wanted her to. She inched her lips and wrapped it on the tip, running her tongue along the spine of his length. She then lowered her head on his entire length sucking on it as deep as her body allowed before rising and letting herself to breath.

She then began to pick up her pace as her head bobbed back and forth on his length. He was warm and she felt the salty taste of what was going to begin.

Taylor watched as she inches closer and closer. He could feel her warm breath on his sensitive skin. It didn't take long before he felt her mouth on the head of his cock. He felt so relaxed and excited all at the same time as he watched her take care of him. He used his hand to sweep the hair on her head back behind her ear. He took great pleasure in seeing her bob up and down on his cock. He wet, warm mouth stimulating him with every movement. He could feel himself leak with a bit of precum as she continued. He slowly rolled his head back from watching her.

He now placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her up and down on his cock. He looked back to her and grind. He was the man here and she was just a woman servicing his cock he thought. She continued for a while until he could feel himself inching closer and throbbing inside of her mouth. "I think I'm gonna cum soon." He told her as he felt himself grow more and more sensitive and now couldn't control his toes curling into the floor.

Irene kept her lips on his, she moved her hands and placed them on his knees before moving them inward, touching his inner thighs. She felt his hand on the back of her head as she bobbed. She then heard his words and moved her head down and kept his shaft deep in her throat wanting to make sure he felt the tightness of her throat as it was as far down as she could before she went back up for air.

She kept her eyes on him, playing lustful and seductive. How she would start everything would be beyond her imagination at the current moment. All she knew was that she did enjoy his company. He sure was a brat when he first came but her heart liked the idea of having a companion. After so many years of everything being on her, she liked the idea of it all, a lot.

Taylor could feel her hands move on the inside of his thighs which added for a chill to run down his spine just from her touch. He could feel her taking him as deep as possible and then holding and then she would come back up. He removed his hand from her head and laid it on the back of the couch. Every time he would look down he met her eyes staring up at him driving him closer and closer to his climax. He now moaned out loud as she pushed him close to the edge. He could feel her tongue on him, constantly working him.

His thighs trembled and his cock throbbed as she made her way down him and then back up. With one last moan he erupted inside of her mouth sending consistent roped of cum into her mouth as his cock throbbed into orgasm. Rocked his head backward and he gripped the couch with his hands. His hips pushed up off of the couch and pushed towards her mouth. His breathing labored as he opened his eyes. "Okay, after that, I owe you one. That was amazing." He added as he sat back feeling very satisfied.

Irene continued to suck and pleasure him until she felt his cock begin to pulse and throb. She felt it come into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed it all. When he was finished she slid off and licked her lips before moving on the couch and sitting beside him. "You might." She teased with a playful wink.

"And you thought you weren't going to like it here. Ye of little faith." She said tapping his head gently. With that, she took a bite of her pasta and acted like nothing happened before she turned to him. "I have an idea. I feel like you may be hesitant at first but it's an idea that I have been considering to do with you." She said as she stood and walked to the kitchen grabbing the wine and poured another glass.

"I would like to try different types of play with you. If you are willing. BDSM, Sissy, Pet play maybe. I think the ideas are limitless if you are willing. I know your mother wanted your attitude to change but this might help you a great deal."

Things had felt like they returned to normal as she stood up and continued to eat. Taylor was surprised by the fact that she swallowed. He was at ease as she carried on he shook his head in agreement to the fact that he did not think he would like it here. "Yeah I really thought differently. My mom really is an Asshole but you aren't bad at all." He added. His eyebrows raised when she began to pitch an idea she had planned for him. He watched her as she stood up and walked toward the kitchen to refill her glass.

His mind wandered at what she meant by different types of play as she continued with her comment. "BDSM, Sissy, and pet play?" He wondered to himself. He suddenly stood up when she mentioned his attitude. She had struck a nerve. "Listen of the sex is about trying to change my attitude and so on then I can go somewhere else, I've got like six girls on standby. I'm fine with tying you up and so on but if you plan on doing that with me. Your sadly mistaken, I am going to be the dominant one here." He added. The irritation of bringing up his mother overtook him. If she was going to change him she was going to have to do it by force.

Irene looked at him as he spoke about his mother being an asshole. His behavior was a bit out there and she knew it needed reigning in but she was going to take this slowly with him. He obviously needed help and she wanted to tread lightly. She looked at him as he stood up and she sipped her wine cautiously. She then crossed her legs and leaned her hand on the couch and used it for support.

"The sex was never about that. Your a man, a very attractive one. I thought you were interesting and therefore I slept with you and sucked you off. None of that was about your mother. And she sure as hell never asked me to do any of this. Believe me, your mother probably would come back and get you if she knew about this." She then stood herself up, she wasn't afraid of him and he probably could smell it off her. The dominant side of her always kicked in and she gently gripped his chin.

"From the moment you got here, have I been told what to do at all. I like you here. I think we could have some fun. This could be good for you, and quite good for me. Here you have food, drink, shelter, sex, hell you could even get famous and whatever else this little brain could ask for. I have money coming up the wazzoo that I like to spend on pretty things. You are my pretty thing." She let go of his chin after she placed a kiss on his lips. Swift, it was but it held promises of what was to come.

"I'd think about this very carefully. Here you could have anything you wanted. Want to come with me to see Paris? Got it. Want to get something. Fine, it's yours. If you don't do things my way, at daybreak you can leave. But what do you have? We went over this earlier I thought. We do things my way. I see you getting everything you want, and I see everything I want coming." She leaned a bit closer her breath falling from her chest on his.

"I'd think about it, as to how many lingerie model's homes are you living with? How many people can say they stand naked and get sucked off and so forth on the daily. I know you are a smart man Taylor. Be very wise now. Plus you can't get enough." She said with a gentle wink before she sat back down and crossed her legs. "I think you should also know, I have a very healthy sexual appetite. I think you could get used to getting fucked multiple times a day right?"

Taylor'd felt now like he'd lost control. This little woman had a stern side strong enough to rival his worst. Each time she had grabbed his chin he felt like he was nothing. She explained it quite well and put him in check very quickly when he rivaled her for dominance. Ultimately, he really didn't have anywhere to go nor did he have anyone other than girls who would be good for a night at max. She did drive a pretty solid bargain, he accepts his role as her plaything and simply reaps the benefits. No matter how tough he thought he could be it didn't stop the fact that he had nowhere to go.

He sat back down on the couch and hung his head down. "Fine, what is it that you want me to do?"he questioned as he knew that the only way forward was to play along with what she wanted. Her ideas had bounced in his mind now. Pet. BDSM. Sissy. Truthfully he had no idea what a sissy was but he figured he would find out.

Irene watched him carefully as he seemed to back down. When he sat back down on the couch beside her she smiled listening to his question. When he hung his head down she felt bad. Leaning close to him she placed it under his chin and lifted it to face her. She leaned in and kissed him. She put her passion and feelings for the situation into it. She wanted him to know that besides sex she was eager to know him.

When the kiss broke she watched him for a moment her eyes trailing him up and down. "Don't be upset. See it as a challenge and be excited about it. As I said, you can't get this anywhere else. If you hate it so much in a year then I will help set you up to get your own life. If not, I want you to stay." She said leaning her head near him.

"Well, I do think your attitude toward me has been very unbecoming of you. Especially after everything I am giving and want to give you on the daily." Grabbing the silk tie from her nightgown she straddled his lap, her night coat opening for him to see her again. "As I said I stick to one relationship. You get me, all of me and vice versa. I don't share what's mine. At this time..." She leaned next to his ear and lowered her voice. "You're mine. Now take a good look." She said as she placed the silk tie and wrapped it around his eyes.

"I have something where you will learn what I mean when I say I don't like you getting angry at me like that."


A young, attractive man with a somewhat rebellious and stubborn personality. He's confident and assertive, often quick to assert his dominance in situations. However, he also displays vulnerability and uncertainty when faced with unfamiliar experiences or challenges. Despite his initial resistance to change, Taylor shows potential for adaptability when presented with compelling reasons. His casual mention of multiple female companions hints he is popular or successful with women, but also an inability to commit or form deep connections.

Irene watched him carefully as he seemed to back down. When he sat back down on the couch beside her she smiled listening to his question. When he hung his head down she felt bad. Leaning close to him she placed it under his chin and lifted it to face her. She leaned in and kissed him. She put her passion and feelings for the situation into it. She wanted him to know that besides sex she was eager to know him.

When the kiss broke she watched him for a moment her eyes trailing him up and down. "Don't be upset. See it as a challenge and be excited about it. As I said, you can't get this anywhere else. If you hate it so much in a year then I will help set you up to get your own life. If not, I want you to stay." She said leaning her head near him.

"Well, I do think your attitude toward me has been very unbecoming of you. Especially after everything I am giving and want to give you on the daily." Grabbing the silk tie from her nightgown she straddled his lap, her night coat opening for him to see her again. "As I said I stick to one relationship. You get me, all of me and vice versa. I don't share what's mine. At this time..." She leaned next to his ear and lowered her voice. "You're mine. Now take a good look." She said as she placed the silk tie and wrapped it around his eyes.

"I have something where you will learn what I mean when I say I don't like you getting angry at me like that."

She seemed to dislike the idea of him pouting as he was soon met with a kiss and more explanation of his current situation. Taylor nodded as she explained the full opportunity and that after a year if he was still not into things she would set him up. She was not at all please by the way he had acted towards her when she had brought up his attitude. He wanted to role his eyes but instead his eyes diverted to her hands which were pulling her silk tie from her night coat. Once it was removed he watched as she straddled him again this time. Her following words were mesmerizing and he found chills run down his spine when she whispered in his ear.

He in fact took one last look at the woman who sat on top of him as the silk tie came down to cover his eyes. There was no transparency in the fabric and that scared him. He soon felt the silk become secure behind his head the fabric now holding tight to his eyes. What was she going to do, if he could get hard he probably would have with her on top but she had just sucked him off leaving his cock limp at this point. "What are you doing?" He asked in an almost panicked state. His mind wondered what was she going to do to him because of his anger.


A brazen, confident woman who walks around nude without any hint of embarrassment. This unabashed display suggests she's in great physical shape, likely muscular due to her fighting skills and survival tactics. Her personality is bold and playful; she enjoys the thrill of combat and isn't afraid to flirt or make sexual innuendos. Despite her seemingly hardened exterior, there's an underlying sense of warmth and genuine amusement towards Hattie. She also has a dark past which she has not only survived but used as fuel for her current strength and independence.

Kathy ran after the two lizards, and soon caught up to them. She arrived just as they apparently started to carry the girl somewhere, probably to their lair to be eaten. Since one was busy carrying their prey, this would be the best time for Kathy to attack. She charged at them, rushing from behind, and came up to the one that wasn't carrying. She jumped into the air and kicked the lizard on the back.

Once her target was on the ground, Kathy jumped on it and grabbed its neck, starting to squeeze. As she was trying to choke the beast, she turned toward the girl, hoping that it would give her a chance to overpower the other creature. "Hey there! Wanna lend a hand?"

The lizard that was carrying Hattie dropped her to the ground and moved to help its kin. Hattie grabbed at its ankle, pulling it to the ground. As Kathy choked one out, Hattie was busy killing the other. She struggled to gain control over the lizard, but eventually over powered the slim creature and choked it to death. The two made irritating sounds as they died nearly at the same time.

Hattie, still straddling over the lizard's dead body, turned to look at the nude woman. "T-thanks. I thought I was fucked. You saved me." She raised herself to her feet, shivering as her mind took in the whole situation. She couldn't believe it. "Y-you're a total bad ass! I-I can't repay you." She said, thinking the woman had saved her and wanted something in return. She had to have had a reason, after all. "Do you want anything?" Her voice was shaky and still sounded scared, even though she was now safe.

As Kathy stood back up, she was breathing heavily, exhausted from the run and subsequent fight. Her skin was dirty, but should one look carefully, she also appeared to be turned on. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was starting to get wet, since such action always helped to arouse her. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Hattie, a grin on her face, speaking in a gentle although slightly devious tone.

"Fucked, uh? I wonder if that's what they would have done, before eating you. Might have been fun to watch. But nah, I didn't save you to get stuff, I did it cause it was fun, it was a good exercise. Besides, you're too cute to let die." Her grin turned into a smile as she said that, and she started circling her slowly, brushing a hand against the girl's shoulders and back, in an obvious sensual gesture. "Anyways, my name is Kathy. You got somewhere you can go? I guess I should be on my way if you're gonna be fine out there..."

The images of the lizard creatures brutally abusing and raping her appeared in Hattie's mind. Disgusting, but not unlikely.

It was funny. If this was the world as it used to be, Kathy was the type of woman Hattie would have made fun of. A butch with a flirty grin. But times were different, and she had to do what she had to do to survive. Being called cute made her instantly realize that Kathy may have had same type crush on her, which made her hate her decision even more. This was further reinforced when Kathy gently ran her hand along Hattie's shoulder.

"I'm alone. I've just been scavenging since the fallout. I-I don't know how to put this..." She said, struggling to bring herself to asking if she can align with such a perverted woman. "Can I come with you? I hate to admit it, but times have become more tough. New mutants have been popping up out of nowhere and I can't protect myself. I'm not like, well, you." She paused, taking a deep breath before spitting out the hardest part. "P-please...?"

Kathy looked at her for a moment and blinked, obviously surprised at the request. There was no sign whether she would accept or not. Then, she started laughing. Not a mocking laugh, more of a genuine amusement. She went next to the girl and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her against her side in a playful manner. Smiling, she exclaimed

"Wow girl! How did you manage to survive all this time?!" Her voice then became quieter and she leaned her head even closer. "Listen, I've always taken care of myself, you know? I can't say if I could take care of you too. I mean I'd love to have you along, but can you keep up? I tend to do things my own ways..."

Hattie felt slightly offended, so she fired back. "Hey! I'm not useless. You saw me kill two of those damn things." She shrugged Kathy off of her and grabbed her new friend's own limb. The blond did have some spark and fire in her at least. "I'll do more than keep up. And, well, your ways may be strange, but I'm sure I can handle them. I think we'll make a good team. There has to be some way I can help you. Whatever it is, I'll do it." She felt like she needed Kathy. Times were getting worse, and soon, she would be unable to survive on her own. She could scavenge for food and shelter, but fighting was something that she couldn't do alone. She needed a big sister to guard over her; she felt Kathy was this shield.

Kathy looked at her, surprised. She didn't think the girl had it in her. She had some boldness in her. "Well then, alright! If we're gonna be friends, how about you start by telling me your name? I'm Kathy by the way, and don't ask about the outfit, or uhm... lack of one, I'll tell you about it some other day." She leaned on Hattie and started walking casually forward, waiting for her answer.

Hattie followed alongside Kathy, struggling to resist the urge to shrug off her arm. She decided it would be best to allow it so she wouldn't piss off her protector. Either way, she wouldn't lean on Kathy in such a way.

"My name is Hattie. I'd prefer avoiding talking about that anyways. What have you been doing to survive the fallout?" She was curious to dig a little bit into Kathy's back story. If anything, her new partner was a very, very interesting character to say the least.

Kathy looked at her as they walked and then laughed again, a genuine laugh. She found the girl a bit strange, but then again she wasn't used to having company so maybe it was her that was strange. Still, she recognized that her outfit was unusual.

"Alright, I'll tell you why I'm naked! You see, I wasn't always as strong or skilled as I am now. A few years ago I used to be a scared little girl." She then thought about that.. "Well, not really scared, in fact everyone said I was a hand full. Anyways, I didn't know how to defend myself really well, so some guy took me as his prize. He forced me to stay naked so he could fuck me whenever he wanted. But you see, when you're roaming the most dangerous place on earth butt naked, you learn stuff. You learn how to use your body, your mind, to do anything. He didn't know that, he relied on having a gun to keep me in line. So all I had to do was wait until I could separate him from his gun. Then he was mine." She smiled, clearly remembering the scene, and obviously enjoying reviving it in her head. "Oh yeah, the fucker was mine then. I beat him up so bad..."

Her expression then returned to her usual friendly, smiling self. "Anyways, I decided to stay naked. I figured it would be the best way to always stay on top, always keep sharp skills and survive."


A woman who, despite her struggles in the post-apocalyptic world, maintains some semblance of femininity. She's not as physically strong or adept at combat as Kathy, but she has proven capable of defending herself when necessary. Her personality is a mix of vulnerability and resilience; she is initially scared and reluctant but also shows determination and adaptability in dire situations. Despite her discomfort with Kathy's overtly sexual nature and unorthodox survival methods, she is pragmatic enough to align with her for survival's sake.

Kathy looked at her as they walked and then laughed again, a genuine laugh. She found the girl a bit strange, but then again she wasn't used to having company so maybe it was her that was strange. Still, she recognized that her outfit was unusual.

"Alright, I'll tell you why I'm naked! You see, I wasn't always as strong or skilled as I am now. A few years ago I used to be a scared little girl." She then thought about that.. "Well, not really scared, in fact everyone said I was a hand full. Anyways, I didn't know how to defend myself really well, so some guy took me as his prize. He forced me to stay naked so he could fuck me whenever he wanted. But you see, when you're roaming the most dangerous place on earth butt naked, you learn stuff. You learn how to use your body, your mind, to do anything. He didn't know that, he relied on having a gun to keep me in line. So all I had to do was wait until I could separate him from his gun. Then he was mine." She smiled, clearly remembering the scene, and obviously enjoying reviving it in her head. "Oh yeah, the fucker was mine then. I beat him up so bad..."

Her expression then returned to her usual friendly, smiling self. "Anyways, I decided to stay naked. I figured it would be the best way to always stay on top, always keep sharp skills and survive."

A cold shiver ran up Hattie's spine. Kathy wasn't just odd, she was messed up in the head. "That's... nice to hear." She said rather coldly. Realizing her tone, she added something more kind. "I'm sorry—about, well, the rape at all." The thought just disturbed her. She could imagine being in the same situation with some old, greasy man, although she would probably be unable to escape from it.

"You look damn fine, at least." Hattie said, lying perfectly well. She despised butches, but she couldn't say that, at least, not to her face. She hated the idea, but she wrapped her own arm around Kathy's waist. "So, what do you plan on doing next? Any ideas? I've been out of food for a day. I was looking when those damn lizards attacked."


A human female scientist with red curls, bright blue eyes, and a fair complexion. She has a short stature, wide hips, and a generous chest that she conceals with a sports bra under her pale top. Driven by curiosity rather than fame or glory, Meriva seeks knowledge about the universe and its secrets. Her inquisitive nature leads her to ask many questions about the alien world she encounters.

Meriva's eyes went wide as he spoke her language, she hadn't expected him to understand, let alone respond with such eloquence. She stopped to listen, making note of everything. He was taller than a human, bald, and had the look of the aliens from the 1970 horror films her father had made her watch as a child, something about being classics. She had opened her mouth to speak but had no time before he jumped. As the area rocked she fell to one knee, a hand finding the soil to keep herself up. "Holy shit." She muttered softly, eyes wide.

Meriva stood up when she could and nodded, "I understand your warning, but please, can you tell me more about this place? I... I can't leave just yet. I need to know more." Unlike most other scientists she knew this woman wasn't looking for fame or glory, she was looking for knowledge. Something better than money. There was a need in her to find out what the universe held, what secrets planets like this were hiding from the ever expanding human race. "My people call me Meriva," she offered back, swallowing her nerves down hard. "I've been here for... a long time now and I've never seen anything like that..."

The biologist stopped for a moment once she realized she'd raised an arm and begun to scratch at herself. She murmured something before removing her hand, peering down at the start of the welt on her arm. It was swelling from the insect that bit her, and she swore loudly. She didn't want to die, but she wasn't willing to leave.

"I'm sorry that you needed to see that but if that specific creature, that is now laying on the ground had attacked us, we would be death," Ato said. "I know that you aren't here for bad purposes but I can't allow you to stay here much longer." Ato was analyzing Meriva. "I'm glad that you said your name because I don't want to give you a silly name." A Vuxian had sense for humor but they weren't the persons who actually could say the jokes on the right way. "The animal that is laying there on the ground is similar to the Rhino's on Earth but we call it a Duriclops," Ato said as he lifted the death body up.

"I'm going to clean this mess before a lot of those bugs start to mutate because of his flesh." Ato started to walk but when he saw that she was scratching herself, he knew that something was wrong. "You have been bitten by a Nox, a poisonous beast that can kill you if he bites you twice, lucky for you, he had only one bite," Ato said and he dropped the Duriclops. "I can take care of it if you want." Ato knew that he was crossing the lines that were set about other species that were similar to their kind. They weren't allowed to help them unless it would mean an alliance right away and probably, that wasn't going to be the case right now.

Meriva eyed the Vuxian, unable to keep up with the names he was throwing at her. "Whoa, whoa, slow down. I need to write this down." She muttered, still scratching at her arm. It was burning and she didn't enjoy it, the way the pain was moving down to her fingers, though she was slightly glad it went for her left arm, not her right. She peered back at the Duriclops and looked closely. "Yes, very similar, but the ridge on his back... he has similar markings to the dinosaurs that roamed our planet before we came to be..." She wasn't a zoologist, but she knew a bit about animals.

Her eyes moved to meet his, she had the tell-tale human eyes. Bright, wide and the same blue as the sky above them. She nodded her head and the red curls that were bound back brushed her neck. When he drew near she had to crane her neck to get a good look at him. She wanted to ask if she could take a blood sample, but felt as if that would be jumping the gun.

"Make me a silly name? Now I'm curious what it may have been." She chuckled back.

"Why do you need to write it down?" Ato asked curious. Writing things down, they never did that because they had an extraordinary memory. "Of course, it's very similar to the dinosaur but all animals are." Ato was walking around in the place and he looked at her. "You need to take this medicine," Ato said and he took out a small bottle. "Put that on your wound and it will be cured in twenty seconds and ten milliseconds." The Vuxian knew exactly what the effect of the medicine was and how fast it worked, he had made it himself by using poison and healing nectar from other insects.

"The silly name that I would give you was going to be Rubrum. It's Latin for Red but I think that you have knowledge about the language called Latin," Ato explained. Ato took the body back up and he started to walk. "I hope that you can keep up with me." Because the fact that his legs were longer then normal, he could walk longer distances in a shorter amount of time. "Do you like the flora of our planet?" The Vuxian was very curious about the intelligence, knowledge, interests and thoughts of a human.

"Because us humans have short life-spans and even shorter memories," Meriva explained lightly as she watched him, trying not to feel her face go pink as the alien looked over her form. She was short, even for a human, her thin waist was deceptive to her wide hips and generous chest, something that she hid with a sports bra easily seen through her pale top. She thanked him silently for the bottle and applied some of the mixture to the itchy area on her arm, instantly it felt soothed, but as he said twenty seconds past and she felt no urge to itch it. She nodded in appreciation of the medication, wondering if there was something similar to it back on Earth.

Meriva laughed softly, nodding her head. "Yes, Latin, a very old language, the only color I really know is Kyaneos which is a shade of blue..." She blushed softly, brushing her hair back before taking off after him, her short legs having to work double time to keep up with his long strides.

"Oh, yes. So much more lively than Earth... but we've been slowly killing our planet with ignorance. It's awful really. This place is... is beautiful..." her eyes traveled up, admiring the tall trees.

He had listened to her the entire time but it wasn't visible on his face. "So humans have a short memory, they don't know a lot and they are very bad because they kill their own planet?" Ato stated. What reaction was he going to get? He was quite curious about it but he could try it. "And can I ask you another question? Is Earth a species itself or is it just a planet?" Every species on Nova had a different opinion about everything so it made him curious if the Vuxians and the humans had the same thoughts or different thoughts.

After ten minutes of walking, he looked at her. "We are close to Krablum. It isn't the safest place for you to go to but it's the only place where you can go without encountering any species without brains," Ato said. Krablum was a city on Nova where the Vuxians lived in and it was a very beautiful town. "It's only at a distance of 100 meters at the moment."

"...yes, I guess. I mean, in all relativity to our planet, we live such short lives we can't possibly know everything, and when we do, we're usually physically handicapped. There is one man who figured out how our planet came to be... but he was confined to a machine chair that would talk for him, help him breathe..." Meriva laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, Earth is just the name we came up for our planet. We have names for all the planets in our solar system... Venus, Mars, Mercury, Uranus..."

They fell into a comfortable silence, she assumed he was taking in her information and she was still taking in the fact that she was speaking to an actual alien. "100 meters... fascinating. Are you able to see what I think by chance? Is that how you know English? How you know the metric system..." The woman seemed baffled. "I'm sorry, but I just have so many questions..."


A tall, bald Vuxian alien male with an appearance reminiscent of aliens from 1970s horror films. He possesses a sense of humor, although he may struggle to deliver jokes effectively. Ato is knowledgeable about his planet's flora and fauna, as well as Earth's languages and metric system. Curious about humans and their customs, he engages in conversation with Meriva while providing assistance when needed.

He had listened to her the entire time but it wasn't visible on his face. "So humans have a short memory, they don't know a lot and they are very bad because they kill their own planet?" Ato stated. What reaction was he going to get? He was quite curious about it but he could try it. "And can I ask you another question? Is Earth a species itself or is it just a planet?" Every species on Nova had a different opinion about everything so it made him curious if the Vuxians and the humans had the same thoughts or different thoughts.

After ten minutes of walking, he looked at her. "We are close to Krablum. It isn't the safest place for you to go to but it's the only place where you can go without encountering any species without brains," Ato said. Krablum was a city on Nova where the Vuxians lived in and it was a very beautiful town. "It's only at a distance of 100 meters at the moment."