A 20 years old man with flowing, dark auburn hair and delicate features that make him look more like a girl than a man. His chocolate brown eyes reveal his fear and confusion but also hint at an underlying resilience. Despite the dire situation he finds himself in, he doesn't resort to begging or pleading. He appears to be strong-willed and stubborn, showing defiance even when under duress. Richie's attire suggests that he might come from an affluent background, yet there's an adventurous streak in him as indicated by his fascination for pirate tales prior to his capture.

The attack had been swift and vicious. And now, a young man with flowing, dark auburn hair was bound with his hands behind his back upon the pirate ship that had destroyed his home village that lived upon the ocean. A piece of cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and rope secured it between his teeth to keep him silent. He was tied to the main mast, the group of pirates, some with swords and cutlasses drawn and pistols pointing kept Richie in check. His dagger had been removed and tossed over board. Something of which his father had given him when he had turned sixteen.

The young man squirmed in the tight rope bindings around his wrists and ankles that secured him to the thick post of the ship that supported the main mast. He had always been fascinated by pirate tales and adventures. But now they were the exact opposite. His heart hammered madly against his sternum, audible even in his own ears. His hair was a mess from struggling in the grips of the pirates that had quite literally dragged him aboard the ship before binding and gagging him.

The hot sun beat down upon all of the men. Causing drops of sweat to bead down on their skin. The sun was brightly reflected up off the ocean's surface. Which sloshed loudly upon the dark wooden pirate ship. They were obviously waiting for their captain. As none of them had dared make a move upon him. Not yet at least. Richie grimaced, the thick ropes digging into his wrists and ankles.

It had been another successful raid along the coast off South Carolina, so now the Walrus was sailing at best speed back towards the Bahamas. The cargo hold was full of ill-gotten gains destined for the port of Nassau, where they would no doubt fetch a fair and generous price. The Carolina's were ripe for the picking, despite the large number of Royal Navy vessels that patrolled her coastline.

Now that they were making good time and there seemed for the time being to be no pursuit the men were starting to gather on the main deck, waiting for the Captain to return from taking stock of the cargo with the Quartermaster while the 1st mate maintained control on deck. It was not their place to take prisoners but today he noticed a young man fastened to the main mast... If he could be called a young man, he looked more like a girl the man said. It was the bosun who had brought him on board... The bosun was close to the Captain; they'd been friends even before he'd taken the position...

John was the bosun's name, John Silver. He'd bound and gagged the young man before having him chained to the mast. No one would touch him as long as John was close at hand. Some of the men just wanted the youth killed and tossed overboard but John had simply said no...

Captain Flint returned on the deck with the Quartermaster in tow. He congratulated the crew on a job well done. Two crewmen were dead, killed the during the raid, a small price to pay, they all agreed. Finally, Flint moved to the main mast and he looked the young man over... He looked at John... "What's this?" he said with a grin... John returned the grin and he shrugged... "He seemed out of place... Clearly he's not a warrior... I thought he might make an entertaining plaything" he said with a smile... The Captain looked back at the youth curiously before he pulled the gag down... "What's your name boy?" He asked.

Through the throng of men with swords and pistols drawn, a shaven haired man, and a man with curly, shoulder length hair approached him. The one who seemed to be in charge of the men pulled the rope and cloth from his mouth, allowing him to speak.

"Richie... Sir..." He trailed off, swallowing nervously as his chocolate brown eyes flickered between the two men. He stirred against the wooden post, wondering what they were going to do with him. But then, something the man had said registered. Entertaining plaything? What in the world did that mean? Were they going to torture him to death? Those were hardly welcoming thoughts. But he didn't dare say anything more. He also didn't beg. Having a feeling begging would only get him in deeper water then he was already in. Not that he had a home to return to any longer. Seeing as how it had been burned down with the rest of his sea side village.

"Richie..." The Captain repeated. The name meant nothing to him so he turned to John... "You keep him fed out of your cut" he told the man before he looked around... "And if he works out, make the men get crack at him... Might be nice to have something to relieve the pressure..." Many of them men turned in disgust at the idea of fucking a man, but many hooted and hollered...

"Bit not now..." he yelled to catch everyone's attention... "We're still in dangerous waters, so everyone at their posts... We have a strong wind so lets out as much distance between us and the coast..." he called. The men quickly started to disperse until only the Captain and John remained with the young captive... "I want him off my deck... Secure him in your cabin, then get your ass back up here, we're not out of the woods yet..." Flint ordered as he turned to walk away... "Aye Captain" John said as he pulled the bolt form the chain and he grabbed it close to where it was fastened to Richie's wrists...

"Come on lass... To the cabin with you" he said with a chuckle as he jerked the chains hard to get the young man moving.

Quickly he was unbound from the main mast, the rope and cloth still hanging around his neck. Well, at least it seemed they weren't going to kill him. Not yet anyway. A long deep breath escaped from Richie as he was guided to a smaller cabin towards the back of the ship. He glared at the man as he called him 'lass', but didn't dare retort about it. He stumbled a little as he was shoved into the cabin, the ship jerking forward slightly as the crew pulled down the sails, the wind billowing them out and guided the ship along its destined course away from the sea side village they had just demolished.

He was half tempted to swim back, but he knew he would never get past the other men. He heard the door be locked from the outside and glared at it. He stood around, looking around at the ornate items, including the single bed in one corner. No doubt at least half, if not all, of the items in the room had been plundered. He rubbed his wrists were the shackles had been, his stomach growling. He grimaced but ignored it as he found a small window and looked out. Seeing nothing but ocean as the ship sailed.

It was a few hours later by the time John returned. The job of the bosun was an important and demanding one. But now, as the sun was beginning to set his work was done. The lights outside the ship had been secured so they wouldn't be seen by any pursuit vessel. Things it seemed were progressing rather well. They had made off quickly without being seen...

He opened the door and he made certain the young man was still there before he closed the door. He smiled at the young man as he stood there leaning back against the door. He moved forward with a plate that held some bread and cheese as well as a serving of some thick fish stew. "Glad to see you're smart enough to stay put and not try anything stupid..." He said passing the plate over to the young man and he then indicated the bed... "Sit and eat... While we talk" he said moving to pull the room's only chair close so he could sit in front of the pretty young man...

"My name is John Silver..." he said simply... "And on board this ship, you belong to be... You live if it pleases me, or you die if it pleases me... Understand?" He said as he reached beneath the bed for a stoppered clay bottle.

During the bosun's absence, Richie paced around the small cabin. His mind and heart was racing. But suddenly, at just after sunset when the crew had gone down to the sleeping section, the cabin doors were unlocked and the man with the curly brown hair entered. Carrying a plate of food and cup of water. Hesitantly he sat down at the table. There was a wedge of cheese, chunk of bread and freshly caught fish upon his plate. Despite the situation, Richie dove into the fish, pausing after his first mouthful at the man's words. Slowly he swallowed down the fish.

"Yes Sir." He muttered, picking up the small wedge of cheese and taking a big bite of it, washing it down with a big gulp of water. As the man picked up the clay bottle, Richie looked over at the man, ripping off a chunk of the bread and stuffing it in his mouth. Soon, the meal was gone. Richie was no longer hungry, and he downed the water, remaining in the chair, absently wondering what the man would do to him.


A man of authority and power among the pirates. He has curly, shoulder-length hair and carries an air of dominance about him. His personality is shrewd, decisive, and unafraid to make tough decisions or challenge the status quo. He has a certain level of charm as well as ruthlessness; he can be cordial when it suits him but is also capable of issuing harsh commands without hesitation. Despite his rough exterior, there's a hint of curiosity in his nature as he shows interest in understanding Richie's background.

During the bosun's absence, Richie paced around the small cabin. His mind and heart was racing. But suddenly, at just after sunset when the crew had gone down to the sleeping section, the cabin doors were unlocked and the man with the curly brown hair entered. Carrying a plate of food and cup of water. Hesitantly he sat down at the table. There was a wedge of cheese, chunk of bread and freshly caught fish upon his plate. Despite the situation, Richie dove into the fish, pausing after his first mouthful at the man's words. Slowly he swallowed down the fish.

"Yes Sir." He muttered, picking up the small wedge of cheese and taking a big bite of it, washing it down with a big gulp of water. As the man picked up the clay bottle, Richie looked over at the man, ripping off a chunk of the bread and stuffing it in his mouth. Soon, the meal was gone. Richie was no longer hungry, and he downed the water, remaining in the chair, absently wondering what the man would do to him.

As he watched the pretty young man eat John pulled the jig to his lips and he had a drink of the rum, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before he stoppered the bottle once again and he set it down. "Stand up and take your clothes off" he said simply as he leaned back, though he didn't remain silent...

"I find it curious that you were on that ship... I sense something about you isn't what it seems to be... You weren't part of the crew, clearly... No ship's captain would want a sailor who looks more like a girl than a man on his ship... It would be a distraction to the crew... Not to mention with a body like yours you'd likely make a poor sailor..." he admitted with a nod of his head...

"So my guess is, you're a stowaway... By the look of your clothes, I'd say you're not exactly a poor stowaway either" he suggested... "Do you have a family name, Richie?" He asked curiously.


a 19-year-old young man who carries an air of confidence and authority, especially around his younger sister Sandy. He has a manipulative side, using trust and manipulation to guide situations to his advantage. Despite this, he shows some level of care towards Sandy, attempting to explain complex concepts to her and being patient with her reactions. His maturity compared to Sandy's innocence creates a significant power dynamic between them. However, his actions suggest a lack of ethical boundaries and understanding of appropriate behavior, particularly in relation to his sister. He nicknames his little sister 'Squirt'.

"Well, we did just get out of the bath," he said with a little laugh. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her, trying to figure out what the best approach to this would be. "Look, that's one of the things that men and women do with each other. You trust me with the shows that you like to watch. You trust me with the food you try. You trust me enough to bathe with me. You even trust me enough to let my wiener be the first wiener you ever saw. A lot of the things that men and women do together might seem odd or even gross at first, but if you trust me, I promise that you will like it."

"Well it's still gross!!!" Sandy responded to Danny's comment about them having just come out of the bath as she kept holding her hands over her privates.

After this, Danny began talking about trust in a way that started making her feel guilty for freaking out. At her age, she was easily swayed by manipulation like this. It really made her feel bad. She absolutely trusted Danny; he's the best big brother in the whole world! Definitely better than anyone else's big brother. She liked all the different things he did with her, and she liked just being around him.

Something else stood out to her though. He was using the term ''men and women''. He didn't directly say this was something adults did, but the implication it left kind of had an impression on her mind and made her feel like doing these things with their privates somehow made her better and less childish. This also got her interested.

"Mmm... OK," Sandy said with a hesitant tone as she uncovered her crotch and laid back on the bed with her legs spread, putting her fufa on display for Danny as though in apology. "But, why did you want to lick me with your tongue down there? Isn't that really nasty?"

"Well, like I said, it's something that men and women do together, and it makes them feel good, kind of tingly. And it's not really nasty, as long as you keep yourself clean down there. And some people like to do things that are really nasty, but enough about that. Now will you just lay back and trust me enough to try something? If I do something that doesn't feel good or you want me to stop, then you can tell me, okay?" He had rolled over onto his side and placed his hand on her stomach while talking to her.

"Are you going to try to lick me again?" Sandy asked, scrunching up her nose, squinting, and showing her teeth in order to comically display her disgust at the thought. She would probably let him do that if he really wanted to at this point, but it still sounded gross to her. Danny had said it felt good though, so maybe she would actually like it if she tried it? She wasn't sure. But, after having gotten that speech from her brother, she would probably let him do just about anything.

She was already on her back with her legs open, but to show she was willing to do anything he wanted, she spread her legs even farther, even reaching under Danny's arm in order to hold the backs of her knees as she spread herself to the limit.

"I would like to, but I won't start there," Danny said, rolling onto his knees between her slim legs. He laughed and eased her hands out from under her knees. "Just relax and let me show you what to do, okay?" He started slowly by taking her left leg and laying it over his right arm. He lightly touched his fingertips against the inside of her knee and slowly ran them down her thigh until he was an inch from her vagina. He laid his other hand on her stomach and moved it in slow circles. He continued to run his right hand up and down her thigh, eventually letting his fingertips caress her outer lips before turning around and moving them back up to her knee. He watched her face to see her reaction to his ministrations.

Sandy was very confused by Danny's choice of words. "Just relax and let me show you what to do, okay?" he had said. Did that mean that she was supposed to do the same thing as him afterward? This thought was occupying her mind so much that it made her focus on what his hands were doing while her confusion continuously rolled over in her head.

She was already open to letting him touch her; she was not bothered about that. She was just curious and also confused, and those were the primary things in her head. This prevented his touch from having all that much an effect on her body. Her only real reaction was that, after he was finished and looked up at her, she took that as some kind of cue and, with a thoroughly confused expression, lightly touched her belly close to where Danny's hand was, and then put her opposite hand on the opposite leg to the one Danny was touching, and then looked up to him for confirmation as to whether or not this was what she was supposed to do.

Danny hung his head and laughed at himself. Of course, she wouldn't understand what he was talking about, she was only seven. He held up a finger in the sign of 'hold on a moment' while he sat back and thought about this. *Now how can I get her to focus on what's going on?* he thought. *I want her to enjoy this, or she might tell me to stop.* Then it clicked in his head that she liked games.

"Wait a second, Squirt," he said as he got up and went to his dresser. He pulled out a clean hanky and brought it back to the bed. "We are going to make a little game of this. I want you to tie it over your eyes and focus on your body. I want you to tell me what I am doing, describe it as best you can, while I'm doing it, okay?"

"What!? But... what was it that I was supposed to do before!?" She asked, still trying to reproduce what it was that Danny had done in a way that would satisfy him. She still had absolutely no idea what he had done in the first place; he rubbed her belly and rubbed her leg. Oh yeah! He also pulled her fufa apart from one side. She tried that, pulling one of the flappy parts of her fufa to the side for a second. After this, she switched hands, and then the hand rubbing the leg was rubbing the same leg Danny had.

"You said I was supposed to do something," she said. None of this made any sense to her, but because he had such a displeased reaction to what she was doing, it was pretty clear she had done it wrong, whatever it was. She didn't really think anything at all had happened, but she wanted to get whatever Danny wanted her to do right before she moved on to the next thing.

"You weren't supposed to do anything, Squirt. Sorry, but I forgot for a moment that you don't know anything about this stuff. I used a phrase that adults sometimes use. Look, all I want you to do is to lie back and feel what I am doing and how it makes you feel. Try not to over think it cause there is no right or wrong with this. It's just fun, and you should relax and enjoy it." Danny explained it to her.

"But... but you said you would show me what to do!" Sandy insisted, still very, very confused. "If you don't want me to do anything, why did you say you are showing me what to do?!" She was getting more upset over this little issue of a miscommunication. She felt like Danny was disappointed and blaming her somehow, but it was all because he said he wanted her to do something but really didn't. She felt somehow like she was being tricked, and that misunderstanding was getting her agitated.

"You're right, there is something you can do," Danny said, taking her right hand and guiding it to her vagina. He positioned her pointer and ring finger on either side of her clitoris and showed her how to pull the top of her labia open. He then placed her middle finger on her clitoris. "Now move it in slow circles like this," he said, moving her finger around for her. He moved her finger around the outside of the nerve end with gentle pressure. He then guided her left hand and moved it over her stomach and chest, making her fingers brush her nipples. "How does that feel?"

Danny told her there was something she could do, which stopped her from getting herself any more agitated. He had her touch her fufa and pull it apart, and then put her finger near the top of it where she had a little bump. It felt... well, it didn't hurt, but the sensitivity of the place he had her touch was just too much to the point that she didn't really like it, and she winced as though she actually was in pain. She resisted his hand as he pressed it against her, and then pulled it back as soon as he released her.

"That felt weird!" She complained, instinctively gripping both hands down over her crotch defensively. She was still a little agitated from earlier, but she was calming down. She did not keep her hands in this guarding position for very long. "Where did you just touch!?" She asked, pulling her fufa apart again with both hands and looking down at herself as she prodded the top of her fufa a lot more carefully.

"It's called a clitoris, and I know it's very sensitive, but you should get used to it pretty quick. Here," he said and guided her finger back to her clitoris carefully. "Now you want to be careful of your nails and don't press too hard or it might hurt. See, it's a bundle of nerves wrapped in skin which is why it is so sensitive, but the sensations go straight to what is called the pleasure center of the brain. Men have something close to that, but it's harder to touch than a girl's because of these." He moved over to kneel beside her and gently cupped his scrotum so she could see it better. He trimmed his pubic hair regularly so it couldn't obscure her view much. Lifting his sack up with one hand, he pointed just under it, pointing to the nerve bundle under the urethra where it entered the body from the penis. He was still kind of hard but had softened with all the work she was making him put in trying to keep her calm.

"Umm... OK." Sandy responded to all the explanations and words Danny was saying. After being riled up to an emotional high for a second there, and now with the waterfall of new stuff he kept telling her with one thing after another, she was starting to check out a little bit. About all she really understood was that the place he had her touch was sensitive, and apparently boys had a sensitive spot like that under their wiener near their butt. She wasn't so sure about that though. Being 7 years old, she didn't actually even know what the word ''pleasure'' meant.

She started to get a slightly distant look in her eye as she continued to prod herself around where Danny had shown her. The spot still made her feel really weird. He said she would get used to it. She wasn't so sure about that right now. She really didn't like the sensation it gave her; it was just too over-stimulating when she was already very overstimulated between exploring the taboo of being naked with someone else, learning that it was actually against the law to do what they were doing, the confusion of all these new things and not understanding what Danny was trying to tell her to do, and also the embarrassment of showing herself naked and seeing Danny naked as well.

Yes, she did not show it, but she actually was embarrassed by all this. It was a fun kind of embarrassment, and if it was just being naked with each other, then the stimulation she felt from the thrill of the embarrassment might have even been fun for her. Right now though, it was just one more thing added to a growing list of things her immature mind was having to take in and process, and it was having a rather adverse effect. This resulted in her just tuning out most of what Danny was saying as she just absentmindedly played with her privates in order to distract herself and allow herself to recover.

Danny could tell that he had thrown a lot at her in a short time and she was still young. Maybe he needed to take more time at this and let her get used to the idea slowly. "Hey, Squirt, you look kind of tired. How about we just go to bed for the night. We can talk about this stuff more when you are ready, okay?"

"What!? But I wanna keep playing with you!!!" Sandy complained, instantly dropping what she was doing. She didn't even realize how overwhelmed and overstimulated she was. Even though the overload would probably make her dislike almost anything Danny tried to throw at her at this point—especially in a sexual direction—she still immediately reacted to the idea of having to stop playing with Danny as the worst thing ever.

She sprang up from the bed and was bouncing by Danny's side, hanging onto his wrist. "I don't wanna go to beeeed!" She complained. She only noticed in the middle of this how close her face was to his wiener right now, and she immediately got distracted and turned to look at it with wide eyes. That reminded her. She turned back to face him and had a new complaint to use. "I didn't even get to really look at your wiener! It's not fair!!! You got to touch my fufa all you wanted to, but I didn't get to really look at your wiener!!"

"Okay, okay, you're right," Danny said, holding his hands up in surrender. He rolled over onto his back and spread his legs slightly, arms out. "Just remember that it is sensitive, so if I tell you to stop something, then I need you to stop, okay?"

Sandy was suddenly excited about what she was doing again. Even if she was over-stimulated, the endorphin rush of getting her way gave her frayed brain a second wind, and she immediately plopped down between Danny's legs.

She was a little hesitant to touch his wiener after the warning he gave, and also after feeling how sensitive the place on her that he had touched felt. She didn't really understand why it was so sensitive, but Danny had said there was a place that was sensitive like that on boys too. Actually, he kept saying that it was sensitive down there. Was it all sensitive?

She spent several minutes just staring at Danny's wiener, too afraid to touch it now after all the warnings. It was clear from her face that she wanted to touch it, but the fear and concern was just as evident on her expression.

"It's okay to touch it, see?" Danny said, reaching down and moving his penis around with his fingers. He moved his testicles back and forth to show her that it was okay. He even grabbed his shaft and then his scrotum just to show her a little of how far she could go. "Just... don't squeeze too hard or twist it or bend it too far. That's all I'm saying." He removed his hand and laid back again.

"Umm... OK." She responded. The mental boost she had gotten from getting her way was already worn a little thin thanks to her weariness, but she still wanted to play with Danny's wiener like he had done with her fufa. She cautiously grabbed the stick part of it with her hand and moved it back and forth a little like handling a video game controller. When she saw no real reaction from Danny, she was encouraged and started exploring the weird round part of his wiener—she had only heard that a wiener was a boy's privates, so she thought it referred to everything in the front part of a boy.

She moved both of her hands down to explore this part of him. His stick part fell on her wrist as she did, making her giggle a bit. Then, she held the sack part in both hands and began lightly squeezing—not hard enough to hurt him, but likely hard enough to give him a bit of a scare.

Danny hummed slightly as she handled his shaft and gave a little grunt as she squeezed his sack. He was concerned as his penis jumped a little when she squeezed that it might upset her again, but he didn't say anything. He shut his eyes and concentrated on enjoying the feel of her small warm hands exploring his groin. The more he enjoyed it and the more he thought about what was happening, the harder he became.

Sandy gave a light gasp when she saw the stick part of Danny's wiener growing and becoming stiffer. It lifted up from laying on her wrist, and now it was sticking straight up. She had never heard about boys being able to move their wiener, but she supposed it made some sense. It DID stick out like a finger after all. This drew her attention back to the stick instead of the round part.

She let go of the round part of Danny's wiener and grabbed onto the stick with both hands. She pulled it straight down so it was facing her crotch, and then she let go. It flopped back up and smacked Danny in the belly.

"Hehe! That's so cool!" She cheered. She followed this up by immediately doing it again and again. She was quite amused by the way it flopped like that.

"Easy, Squirt. Don't bend it that way so far when it's hard like that," he winced. He needed to be patient with her and let her explore, but he didn't think that she would be this hard on him about it. "Yeah, it is kind of funny the way it does that." He looked down his body and saw that he was precum, and it was making strings as his penis hit his stomach.


A 7-year-old girl with an innocent and curious demeanor. Her youthful energy and enthusiasm are evident in her actions, often leading to impulsive decisions. She has a trusting nature, particularly towards her older brother Danny, which can make her easily swayed or manipulated. Despite her young age, she shows a desire to understand the world around her, even when confronted with complex or taboo subjects. However, this curiosity can lead to confusion and overwhelm due to her limited understanding of adult concepts. Her reactions suggest that she does fully grasp the gravity of certain situations but instead views them as games or opportunities for exploration.

"Well, we did just get out of the bath," he said with a little laugh. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her, trying to figure out what the best approach to this would be. "Look, that's one of the things that men and women do with each other. You trust me with the shows that you like to watch. You trust me with the food you try. You trust me enough to bathe with me. You even trust me enough to let my wiener be the first wiener you ever saw. A lot of the things that men and women do together might seem odd or even gross at first, but if you trust me, I promise that you will like it."

"Well it's still gross!!!" Sandy responded to Danny's comment about them having just come out of the bath as she kept holding her hands over her privates.

After this, Danny began talking about trust in a way that started making her feel guilty for freaking out. At her age, she was easily swayed by manipulation like this. It really made her feel bad. She absolutely trusted Danny; he's the best big brother in the whole world! Definitely better than anyone else's big brother. She liked all the different things he did with her, and she liked just being around him.

Something else stood out to her though. He was using the term ''men and women''. He didn't directly say this was something adults did, but the implication it left kind of had an impression on her mind and made her feel like doing these things with their privates somehow made her better and less childish. This also got her interested.

"Mmm... OK," Sandy said with a hesitant tone as she uncovered her crotch and laid back on the bed with her legs spread, putting her fufa on display for Danny as though in apology. "But, why did you want to lick me with your tongue down there? Isn't that really nasty?"

"Well, like I said, it's something that men and women do together, and it makes them feel good, kind of tingly. And it's not really nasty, as long as you keep yourself clean down there. And some people like to do things that are really nasty, but enough about that. Now will you just lay back and trust me enough to try something? If I do something that doesn't feel good or you want me to stop, then you can tell me, okay?" He had rolled over onto his side and placed his hand on her stomach while talking to her.

"Are you going to try to lick me again?" Sandy asked, scrunching up her nose, squinting, and showing her teeth in order to comically display her disgust at the thought. She would probably let him do that if he really wanted to at this point, but it still sounded gross to her. Danny had said it felt good though, so maybe she would actually like it if she tried it? She wasn't sure. But, after having gotten that speech from her brother, she would probably let him do just about anything.

She was already on her back with her legs open, but to show she was willing to do anything he wanted, she spread her legs even farther, even reaching under Danny's arm in order to hold the backs of her knees as she spread herself to the limit.

"I would like to, but I won't start there," Danny said, rolling onto his knees between her slim legs. He laughed and eased her hands out from under her knees. "Just relax and let me show you what to do, okay?" He started slowly by taking her left leg and laying it over his right arm. He lightly touched his fingertips against the inside of her knee and slowly ran them down her thigh until he was an inch from her vagina. He laid his other hand on her stomach and moved it in slow circles. He continued to run his right hand up and down her thigh, eventually letting his fingertips caress her outer lips before turning around and moving them back up to her knee. He watched her face to see her reaction to his ministrations.

Sandy was very confused by Danny's choice of words. "Just relax and let me show you what to do, okay?" he had said. Did that mean that she was supposed to do the same thing as him afterward? This thought was occupying her mind so much that it made her focus on what his hands were doing while her confusion continuously rolled over in her head.

She was already open to letting him touch her; she was not bothered about that. She was just curious and also confused, and those were the primary things in her head. This prevented his touch from having all that much an effect on her body. Her only real reaction was that, after he was finished and looked up at her, she took that as some kind of cue and, with a thoroughly confused expression, lightly touched her belly close to where Danny's hand was, and then put her opposite hand on the opposite leg to the one Danny was touching, and then looked up to him for confirmation as to whether or not this was what she was supposed to do.

Danny hung his head and laughed at himself. Of course, she wouldn't understand what he was talking about, she was only seven. He held up a finger in the sign of 'hold on a moment' while he sat back and thought about this. *Now how can I get her to focus on what's going on?* he thought. *I want her to enjoy this, or she might tell me to stop.* Then it clicked in his head that she liked games.

"Wait a second, Squirt," he said as he got up and went to his dresser. He pulled out a clean hanky and brought it back to the bed. "We are going to make a little game of this. I want you to tie it over your eyes and focus on your body. I want you to tell me what I am doing, describe it as best you can, while I'm doing it, okay?"

"What!? But... what was it that I was supposed to do before!?" She asked, still trying to reproduce what it was that Danny had done in a way that would satisfy him. She still had absolutely no idea what he had done in the first place; he rubbed her belly and rubbed her leg. Oh yeah! He also pulled her fufa apart from one side. She tried that, pulling one of the flappy parts of her fufa to the side for a second. After this, she switched hands, and then the hand rubbing the leg was rubbing the same leg Danny had.

"You said I was supposed to do something," she said. None of this made any sense to her, but because he had such a displeased reaction to what she was doing, it was pretty clear she had done it wrong, whatever it was. She didn't really think anything at all had happened, but she wanted to get whatever Danny wanted her to do right before she moved on to the next thing.

"You weren't supposed to do anything, Squirt. Sorry, but I forgot for a moment that you don't know anything about this stuff. I used a phrase that adults sometimes use. Look, all I want you to do is to lie back and feel what I am doing and how it makes you feel. Try not to over think it cause there is no right or wrong with this. It's just fun, and you should relax and enjoy it." Danny explained it to her.

"But... but you said you would show me what to do!" Sandy insisted, still very, very confused. "If you don't want me to do anything, why did you say you are showing me what to do?!" She was getting more upset over this little issue of a miscommunication. She felt like Danny was disappointed and blaming her somehow, but it was all because he said he wanted her to do something but really didn't. She felt somehow like she was being tricked, and that misunderstanding was getting her agitated.

"You're right, there is something you can do," Danny said, taking her right hand and guiding it to her vagina. He positioned her pointer and ring finger on either side of her clitoris and showed her how to pull the top of her labia open. He then placed her middle finger on her clitoris. "Now move it in slow circles like this," he said, moving her finger around for her. He moved her finger around the outside of the nerve end with gentle pressure. He then guided her left hand and moved it over her stomach and chest, making her fingers brush her nipples. "How does that feel?"

Danny told her there was something she could do, which stopped her from getting herself any more agitated. He had her touch her fufa and pull it apart, and then put her finger near the top of it where she had a little bump. It felt... well, it didn't hurt, but the sensitivity of the place he had her touch was just too much to the point that she didn't really like it, and she winced as though she actually was in pain. She resisted his hand as he pressed it against her, and then pulled it back as soon as he released her.

"That felt weird!" She complained, instinctively gripping both hands down over her crotch defensively. She was still a little agitated from earlier, but she was calming down. She did not keep her hands in this guarding position for very long. "Where did you just touch!?" She asked, pulling her fufa apart again with both hands and looking down at herself as she prodded the top of her fufa a lot more carefully.

"It's called a clitoris, and I know it's very sensitive, but you should get used to it pretty quick. Here," he said and guided her finger back to her clitoris carefully. "Now you want to be careful of your nails and don't press too hard or it might hurt. See, it's a bundle of nerves wrapped in skin which is why it is so sensitive, but the sensations go straight to what is called the pleasure center of the brain. Men have something close to that, but it's harder to touch than a girl's because of these." He moved over to kneel beside her and gently cupped his scrotum so she could see it better. He trimmed his pubic hair regularly so it couldn't obscure her view much. Lifting his sack up with one hand, he pointed just under it, pointing to the nerve bundle under the urethra where it entered the body from the penis. He was still kind of hard but had softened with all the work she was making him put in trying to keep her calm.

"Umm... OK." Sandy responded to all the explanations and words Danny was saying. After being riled up to an emotional high for a second there, and now with the waterfall of new stuff he kept telling her with one thing after another, she was starting to check out a little bit. About all she really understood was that the place he had her touch was sensitive, and apparently boys had a sensitive spot like that under their wiener near their butt. She wasn't so sure about that though. Being 7 years old, she didn't actually even know what the word ''pleasure'' meant.

She started to get a slightly distant look in her eye as she continued to prod herself around where Danny had shown her. The spot still made her feel really weird. He said she would get used to it. She wasn't so sure about that right now. She really didn't like the sensation it gave her; it was just too over-stimulating when she was already very overstimulated between exploring the taboo of being naked with someone else, learning that it was actually against the law to do what they were doing, the confusion of all these new things and not understanding what Danny was trying to tell her to do, and also the embarrassment of showing herself naked and seeing Danny naked as well.

Yes, she did not show it, but she actually was embarrassed by all this. It was a fun kind of embarrassment, and if it was just being naked with each other, then the stimulation she felt from the thrill of the embarrassment might have even been fun for her. Right now though, it was just one more thing added to a growing list of things her immature mind was having to take in and process, and it was having a rather adverse effect. This resulted in her just tuning out most of what Danny was saying as she just absentmindedly played with her privates in order to distract herself and allow herself to recover.

Danny could tell that he had thrown a lot at her in a short time and she was still young. Maybe he needed to take more time at this and let her get used to the idea slowly. "Hey, Squirt, you look kind of tired. How about we just go to bed for the night. We can talk about this stuff more when you are ready, okay?"

"What!? But I wanna keep playing with you!!!" Sandy complained, instantly dropping what she was doing. She didn't even realize how overwhelmed and overstimulated she was. Even though the overload would probably make her dislike almost anything Danny tried to throw at her at this point—especially in a sexual direction—she still immediately reacted to the idea of having to stop playing with Danny as the worst thing ever.

She sprang up from the bed and was bouncing by Danny's side, hanging onto his wrist. "I don't wanna go to beeeed!" She complained. She only noticed in the middle of this how close her face was to his wiener right now, and she immediately got distracted and turned to look at it with wide eyes. That reminded her. She turned back to face him and had a new complaint to use. "I didn't even get to really look at your wiener! It's not fair!!! You got to touch my fufa all you wanted to, but I didn't get to really look at your wiener!!"

"Okay, okay, you're right," Danny said, holding his hands up in surrender. He rolled over onto his back and spread his legs slightly, arms out. "Just remember that it is sensitive, so if I tell you to stop something, then I need you to stop, okay?"

Sandy was suddenly excited about what she was doing again. Even if she was over-stimulated, the endorphin rush of getting her way gave her frayed brain a second wind, and she immediately plopped down between Danny's legs.

She was a little hesitant to touch his wiener after the warning he gave, and also after feeling how sensitive the place on her that he had touched felt. She didn't really understand why it was so sensitive, but Danny had said there was a place that was sensitive like that on boys too. Actually, he kept saying that it was sensitive down there. Was it all sensitive?

She spent several minutes just staring at Danny's wiener, too afraid to touch it now after all the warnings. It was clear from her face that she wanted to touch it, but the fear and concern was just as evident on her expression.

"It's okay to touch it, see?" Danny said, reaching down and moving his penis around with his fingers. He moved his testicles back and forth to show her that it was okay. He even grabbed his shaft and then his scrotum just to show her a little of how far she could go. "Just... don't squeeze too hard or twist it or bend it too far. That's all I'm saying." He removed his hand and laid back again.

"Umm... OK." She responded. The mental boost she had gotten from getting her way was already worn a little thin thanks to her weariness, but she still wanted to play with Danny's wiener like he had done with her fufa. She cautiously grabbed the stick part of it with her hand and moved it back and forth a little like handling a video game controller. When she saw no real reaction from Danny, she was encouraged and started exploring the weird round part of his wiener—she had only heard that a wiener was a boy's privates, so she thought it referred to everything in the front part of a boy.

She moved both of her hands down to explore this part of him. His stick part fell on her wrist as she did, making her giggle a bit. Then, she held the sack part in both hands and began lightly squeezing—not hard enough to hurt him, but likely hard enough to give him a bit of a scare.

Danny hummed slightly as she handled his shaft and gave a little grunt as she squeezed his sack. He was concerned as his penis jumped a little when she squeezed that it might upset her again, but he didn't say anything. He shut his eyes and concentrated on enjoying the feel of her small warm hands exploring his groin. The more he enjoyed it and the more he thought about what was happening, the harder he became.

Sandy gave a light gasp when she saw the stick part of Danny's wiener growing and becoming stiffer. It lifted up from laying on her wrist, and now it was sticking straight up. She had never heard about boys being able to move their wiener, but she supposed it made some sense. It DID stick out like a finger after all. This drew her attention back to the stick instead of the round part.

She let go of the round part of Danny's wiener and grabbed onto the stick with both hands. She pulled it straight down so it was facing her crotch, and then she let go. It flopped back up and smacked Danny in the belly.

"Hehe! That's so cool!" She cheered. She followed this up by immediately doing it again and again. She was quite amused by the way it flopped like that.

"Easy, Squirt. Don't bend it that way so far when it's hard like that," he winced. He needed to be patient with her and let her explore, but he didn't think that she would be this hard on him about it. "Yeah, it is kind of funny the way it does that." He looked down his body and saw that he was precum, and it was making strings as his penis hit his stomach.

Sandy was a little confused; Danny was sending her mixed signals by warning her and then commenting on how what she was doing was funny. She was not quite certain what she should be doing, and wound up just holding his wiener next time it stuck up. At this point, she noticed a small bead of liquid on the tip of his wiener. She stared at it wide-eyed for a short time, and then she remembered he said that the hole at the end of his wiener was where boys peed.

"What? EEEW!!! Danny, are you peeing!?" She said, letting go of his wiener and giving it a slight push away from her, which made it start bobbing back and forth. She did not realize it was going to do that and leaned backward a little when she saw it swinging back in her direction, but because it didn't bounce back too hard, she did not do much more than stare at it as it bobbed back and forth until it finally settled down.


A woman who exudes an aura of dominance and control. She is assertive, persuasive, and unafraid to pursue her desires. Her personality borders on the sadistic, taking pleasure in pushing Taylor out of his comfort zone and into unfamiliar situations. Physically, she carries herself with confidence and allure, often wearing provocative outfits such as latex corsets that reflect her dominant nature. Her beauty is a powerful tool in her interactions with Taylor, further intensifying their dynamic relationship.

Irene looked at him and smiled a small smirk was twinges in her face as well. "Dear Taylor you will see, my love oh how you will see." She cupped his face and kissed it. "You are not gay, did I call you gay. I did not stop snapping, stop putting words in my mouth trust when I say that I am not. That I am just speaking, telling you stories."

She watched as he changed and she circled around him pretending to study the art piece. With a smile she nodded. "You look incredible and it seems you think so as well." She said patting the little cage before walking to the bed. "I am tired, are you? Baths always help me get perfect sleep material."

Taylor followed her into the bedroom. The silk gown feeling loose yet clinging to his skin. "I will admit that I do feel like I could sleep. Thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone." He told her as he climbed into the bed. Getting back into the position that he was before the bath. He couldn't help but to keep looking at his freshly painted nails. They mesmerized him as he looked at them.

He laid his head down on the pillow and looked to Irene. "I'm pretty excited for tomorrow I won't lie" he told her as he leaned over and kissed her this time before he laid back and closed his eyes fading off to sleep. He could feel himself feel fully relaxed as he faded off.

Irene looked at him her heart was flutter with the man beside her. Giving her such a way, he easily could have decided to leave and she would have to accept it. She noticed how he stared at her nails and when he kissed her it made butterflies occur in her belly. "I'm excited too." She responded with a move of positions she cuddled close to him nudging herself closely too him.

She fell asleep and slept good too. She woke early and wiped off her face mask and applied her usual mascara and make up. She then change into a black latex corset with a skirt that worked with it for her fun for the day. She placed on the bed a pink skirt and shirt for him and was curious to see if he would wear it while she went down and made breakfast.

The whole night Taylor slept through with her by his side. When he woke he found her gone but at the foot of the bed she'd place a pink skirt and blouse type shirt that was almost the same color. He stood up out of the bed once again feeling the silk on his bare skin. He slide the gown off dropping it on the floor and exposing the pink underwear beneath. He then moved to put on the skirt and shirt both of which fit him perfectly. He swept his hair back and behind his ear and walked downstairs to find Irene.

He could smell breakfast cooking. When he walked into the Kitchen to find Irene. She was gorgeous as ever and wearing all black and some latex as well. "Taking on the role of mistress I see." He added as he stepped around her to lean against the counter beside her.

Irene was facing the stove frying some bacon when she turned to see him, wearing the entire pink outfit. Knowing he was wearing the chastity cage and pink underwear from the night before made her body hum with desire. "I am, aren't I?" She asked as she put a few pieces with the previously fried egg omelette on his plate.

"Do you need condiments?" She asked pushing the toaster lip down letting the toast be cooked well as she grabbed jam and some other things putting it on the kitchen dinette. "Regardless how much money I have, I can't help feeling like my mother when I cook, it brings me back. So I always like to cook. I hope you have a healthy appetite." She said putting his plate on the table and smiled at him. "Coffee? Orange Juice? Or a glass of milk?"

Taylor watched as she skillfully fluttered about the kitchen. The egg that she'd cooked so far smell amazing. He watched as she fished out plates and set them on the table. And meanwhile made toast and set out condiments for the toast too. It was an experience that he hadn't had too often. The only time he had was when he visited his aunt every so often when he was young but his mother and her grew at odds. His mother on the other hand was never around.

When he took a seat at the table he answered her, "Uhm orange juice please." He told her. The skirt was freeing it was a big change as compared to shorts or jeans. He held his hand up in front of his face studying the color for a moment. His nails looked smooth and well polished. She had done a really great job. "Gotta say the color is growing on me. So was one of the girls nights I've heard about? Cause if so I could get into having my nails painted every so often. Maybe you could teach me to do yours too." He added as he looked over to her.

Irene body fluttered when she saw him there. He looked so beautiful and when he mentioned orange juice she quickly obliged, pouring him a glass. When he looked at his nails she clapped her hands and gave a giddy jump. "What did I say? I knew you would love it. Trust me, I know things." She walked closer to him and placed her hands on his cheeks.

"I love knowing that I showed you, and will show you so much more as well." Kissing him before taking a seat herself to take a bite of her food. "You will soon, believe me. I did promise some time for your little Sergeant to be free. I will have to get him to do his job." She nodded carefully at him before taking another bite while drinking some coffee. "You will do it in know time. Eventually, I will need your help around the house, if you are up to it."

Taylor nodded as he looked down and picked up his orange juice and took a sip. "If I'm being 100% honest I would really love to be let out of this god awful thing you have me in. It's honestly the only thing I'm really not enjoying at all. It's like a tight pink prison that just... just... it's just awful." He finished as he started on his egg.

After a moment of eating he reached for the condiments and spread grape jello on his toast. He then took a bite and leaned back in the chair "work around the house? I would be more than willing to be helping you around the house. Thank you for breakfast by the way." He added.

Irene looked at him and gave a small smile. "I am sorry. Don't hate me. I promise you. You will know every reason as time goes on, but today we have some fun together. I don't have much to do and well, I assume you don't either?" She quizzed him as she ate her own food. When he asked about helping around the house she smiled. She enjoyed having the company of someone.

Someone to cook for, someone to care for, someone to just spend her days with. When they were together she was surprised by how powerfully beautiful he was. He thanked her for breakfast and she batted her eyes in surprise. "Y-You're welcome." She explained with a smile before finishing off her coffee. "I am glad you are here." She truthfully stated.

"I'm beginning to enjoy my being here." Taylor told her. The clothes he had on were quite different but the did feel comfortable and while he sat there with her he felt like he was beginning to become more comfortable. His mind wandered about her possible reasoning as to why she was so interested in doing this to him. It wasn't every day a woman wanted to dress him up like a woman head to to and make him up.

"I'm glad that your at least willing to give me an understanding as time goes on. As much as I have enjoyed myself I cant get over the fact that I am being kind of forced to wear this stuff. Don't get me wrong it is comfortable but I feel like I'm just so vulnerable." He added as he leaned back in his chair.

Irene enjoyed his kindness and companionship already in a short time. She stood to her feet and began to clear the table as he spoke about it being vulnerable. "Why do you think that?" She wanted him at the same time to learn what women went through with what people thought about them.

"With time we understand most things? Don't we?" She asked him with a smile. "Now are we going to go have fun." She said as she walked over to him. Hovering she kissed him before running her hand down his chest and cupping his lower body. "We do need fun right?"

"It's just I don't feel like my average manly self, for goodness sake I'm wearing the most pink outfit ever, and I'm wearing panties. Panties! Thong ones at that as well. So yeah I'm feeling really vulnerable and I feel like your the cat and I'm the mouse." Taylor told her as he finished up. He then nodded his head to what she told him. Even though he didn't think he'd ever understand.

her mention of fun excited him if it meant getting out do the cage he was about it. He hated feeling so restrained and he had a few erections that had been tamed by the cage. He nodded once again.

Irene looked at him and listened to his fit. Smiling she leaned close to him. "Sweet Taylor, I am not here to torture you. I'm here to teach you. Plus I like being a cat, and you make a very cute mouse." She explained as she looked at him up and down before slowly walking up the stairs, heading toward her playroom.

She opened the door and realized he hadn't seen her expansion of her house. This wing she turned into the perfect area. In all her homes she included this wing, it had a section for her fun in medical play, her hooks in all the rooms to hang people, costumes and other fun activities.

"See, maybe I am the cat. Maybe I am scary while you are vulnerable. But you are still a person, I respect boundaries, but don't build walls if you haven't tested." She explained looking carefully. "I want your butt." She whispered in a low sing song voice.

As usual her words pacified Taylor and she lead him toward another part of the house. Walking with her he began to see just how much of a sexual deviant she really was. He felt his heart thump a little faster. As he began to take note of all of her toys, tools and fetish items the house was stocked with. He'd never seen anything like it and to really top things off he was on the submissive of things.

She turned to look at him. Speaking simply and scaring him more and more. She most definitely was a cat and he was under her paw at this very second. Her next words sent a chill down his spine. " you want my what?" He said covering his rear.

Irene looked at him softly and found herself smiling. "I won't repeat after this again, I want your butt." She stated before taking his hand and bringing him over to the bed. Going to the cupboard she grabbed some rope and grabbed his wrist forcefully. "Do you remember how you first treated me Taylor? I played nice the way is your kind to strangers. But you were cruel. I am sensitive as are most women, we take things to heart." She said before grabbing another wrist and tying it to the other bed handle.

"I may be a bitch or have attractive enough body to keep going but eventually I will become obsolete. I want this to work between each other. I want you to see every side I can offer you. Then if you still feel the same you can throw me away like yesterday's news." Grabbing his leg she lifted it to the ring above the bed and begin to swing it through. She looked at him softly and smiled.

"So I said I want your butt you can give it to me freely or I will take it by force till you learn to trust me."


A man who, despite his initial resistance, shows an openness to new experiences. He appears to be quite adaptable, adjusting to wearing feminine clothing and even appreciating the aesthetics of nail polish. However, he also has clear boundaries and becomes distressed when these are violated. His personality suggests a balance between curiosity and caution; he's willing to explore unfamiliar territory but not without reservations. He carries an air of masculine charm mixed with newfound feminine allure due to his cross-dressing experience.

Irene looked at him softly and found herself smiling. "I won't repeat after this again, I want your butt." She stated before taking his hand and bringing him over to the bed. Going to the cupboard she grabbed some rope and grabbed his wrist forcefully. "Do you remember how you first treated me Taylor? I played nice the way is your kind to strangers. But you were cruel. I am sensitive as are most women, we take things to heart." She said before grabbing another wrist and tying it to the other bed handle.

"I may be a bitch or have attractive enough body to keep going but eventually I will become obsolete. I want this to work between each other. I want you to see every side I can offer you. Then if you still feel the same you can throw me away like yesterday's news." Grabbing his leg she lifted it to the ring above the bed and begin to swing it through. She looked at him softly and smiled.

"So I said I want your butt you can give it to me freely or I will take it by force till you learn to trust me."

Taylor was taken by surprise how fast and forceful she was in the moment. He barely had time to breath before suddenly he had no viable use of his arms as they were tied down he looked around in a panic looking for something to get him out of the situation but there was nothing and next thing he knew she was working on his legs with the rings above the bed. He was now fully immobile.

She had gotten scary very quickly and he didn't like it. She wanted his ass and she was going to have it. He struggled against the restraints but it was no use it felt tighter the more he struggled. "Irene stop I don't want to do this. Stop!" He yelled getting more frustrated as he struggled more. Her next ultimatum made him come out of his skin. He thrashed about trying to break free. "HELP! HELP ME!" He screamed as she continued to restrain him.


A confident and persuasive agent who is genuinely interested in helping Kayla transition from adult films to mainstream acting. He is honest, supportive, and committed to his clients' success. His personality comes across as friendly yet professional, with a touch of nervousness when discussing personal matters like asking for a date. Overall, he is a well-meaning individual dedicated to making a positive impact on Kayla's life and career.

Jason smiled as she seemed like she was all for the idea. "There isn't any bad catch. Here's the catch, if things work out well and you like what I can offer, let me take you out on a legitimate date. Kayla, I think you're beautiful but I'm not going to force you into any situation you don't want to be in. After this scene if you want nothing more to do with me other than professionally, then I completely understand. I will say this much, of all my clients I've represented, no bullshit, I not only think you have the potential to be a great success, but I haven't ever asked out a client." He laughed nervously, "I also apologize if I crossed a line there, but it's the truth. I can get you practically anything, movies, TV shows, endorsements, anything you wanted." Jason looked at her with a nervous smile, wondering if she was willing to go through this.

He knew he was good at what he did, and she'd know if she put him to the test. "Take some time to think about my proposition. Even if you're successful and I ask you out, you're welcome to decline. But don't be surprised on down the road if I ask you out. I guess that's what I was trying to get at with the whole catch. Other than that, there is no catch. I'm not one of these jackass agents who promise you everything under the sun and kick you aside like you're nothing. Just ask Sandra, or even Chase Stevens." He got serious for a moment.

"Everyone doubted his abilities after his drinking problems, but once he cleaned up, he was looking for something to prove himself as an actor. I got him the role that bounced his career back, The Flash. Nobody thought the idea of a movie about a guy with super speed and agility would work, especially with an actor whose career was washed up. Well, the critics and the audiences doubts were put to rest. The movie was a hit and I must have gotten a hundred or more phone calls for different offers, but I only let him choose the ones I thought would be good. The time he was with me, 8 of the 10 movies he'd done with me as his agent were hugely successful. I'm not here to give you a sales pitch, I'm giving you a chance to do better than what you're doing. Kayla, you have it in you. I know it!" Jason gave her a smile, taking a sip of his drink as his sandwich arrived.

The actress kept her eyes on Jason throughout his small speech, barely blinking as she listened to what he had to say. If that was the only catch, Kayla had an interest in the offer. Although she didn't show it, Kayla was already beginning to think about her options and where she could go from him being an agent. Stevens was a perfect example of someone who really had a change in his life. She had heard his story several times from many different sources, but in the end, the agent did all the work and made his life far better then it could have been if Stevens was left on his own. If Jason really had done all that, then there was a good solid chance that Kayla could have a switch as well and make something of her life yet.

She took a drink of her hot chocolate and studied the man across the table and gave him a light shrug as she set the drink down. "If there's a chance you can do that, then there's a good chance you'll get at least one date," she told him, returning to her unbreakable look. "But not until you get me somewhere. How's that for a deal?"

Jason smiled at her, nodding in agreement. "You've got yourself a deal. All we gotta do is film this scene together and then you let your contract run out. I'm sure they'll pressure you into signing on longer before it runs out. Keep blowing them off, then the day after it's up," Jason pulled out a business card from his wallet, "come to my office or call my cell phone and we'll talk business. Trust me when I say this, I have a feeling that you'll ace any audition you go to. In the meantime, while we're here, what type of work are you looking for?"

Jason always asked any potential client during the interview process what kind of work they were looking for. It was his way of keeping on the look out for new auditions as well as getting scripts from any of his connections of upcoming projects that were green lighted. All of his connections were pretty reliable, a couple of them were friends from college or he knew that person from a degree of separation or two. He represented only a couple people at the moment, but Jason knew that she'd be a valuable asset client. She'd be able to turn away from the porn business and stay away forever.

Kayla took the card casually, but as soon as it was in her hand, she held onto it like it was a lifeline. This was the perfect chance to make a new and better life for herself. She would be crazy to turn a thing like this down. After all, she had come to the city for just this sort of thing, finding an agent, getting an easy job and becoming famous. Porn was never part of her career plan, but she needed to pay the bills, so instead of a proper acting couch, she was forced onto one in front of the camera and she had been on that path ever since.

"Movies, I guess," she told him with a slight shrug. "I was debating about television, but I don't know if I would like to be tied down for that long." Kayla wasn't interested in the money, although she wasn't about to turn it down or take the bare minimum if it came down to it. She wanted fun roles that she would enjoy, with a good director, that wouldn't be torture for her each day she had to work. Television was a good option, not a lot of money, but certainly a lot of jobs out there to start out with. Movies was something to move up to or just simply lucky to get into to. She would rather start out slow and enjoy the process then jump in head first with the biggest production out there and regret it for the rest of her life, or even worse, hate the experience.

Jason smiled and nodded, "Well we could go one of two ways from the get go. The first being I could get you a low-budget, direct to DVD movie, or... if you were to change your mind about television, we could get you on a show where you'd come on every once in a while. A non-reoccurring role. Just long enough to get you comfortable to the idea of television. But I will tell you, starting out... that's most likely one of your two options. Because in rare... and I MEAN RARE cases will they cast near unknowns for a big budget movie. Example being Twilight, but we will not go there. That movie was a pile of shit in my honest opinion." Jason chuckled as he gave his opinion on that movie.

He smiled as he took a bite of his sandwich, chewing it up and swallowing it. "Their Philly Cheesesteak is awesome!! But nowhere near as good as it is in Philly." Jason was willing to take her under his wing and give her whatever she wanted in the business, anything to get her away from the vile, disgusting world of pornography. He hated that business with a blind fury and would be the first to laugh at it's demise. The world would be better off without it. To say he was resentful towards it was an understatement. "But anyways, whatever type of project you'd want to tackle, I'll back you up 110% all the way and do everything I can to get your foot in the door. Kayla, you deserve this!"


An actress who has found herself in the adult film industry, despite her aspirations for a mainstream acting career. She is determined and focused on finding a way out of her current situation. Her personality comes across as guarded, but she's willing to listen and consider opportunities that could lead to a better future. She is a strong individual seeking to regain control over her life and career path.

Kayla took the card casually, but as soon as it was in her hand, she held onto it like it was a lifeline. This was the perfect chance to make a new and better life for herself. She would be crazy to turn a thing like this down. After all, she had come to the city for just this sort of thing, finding an agent, getting an easy job and becoming famous. Porn was never part of her career plan, but she needed to pay the bills, so instead of a proper acting couch, she was forced onto one in front of the camera and she had been on that path ever since.

"Movies, I guess," she told him with a slight shrug. "I was debating about television, but I don't know if I would like to be tied down for that long." Kayla wasn't interested in the money, although she wasn't about to turn it down or take the bare minimum if it came down to it. She wanted fun roles that she would enjoy, with a good director, that wouldn't be torture for her each day she had to work. Television was a good option, not a lot of money, but certainly a lot of jobs out there to start out with. Movies was something to move up to or just simply lucky to get into to. She would rather start out slow and enjoy the process then jump in head first with the biggest production out there and regret it for the rest of her life, or even worse, hate the experience.


A 17 years old teenage girl. Her personality is passionate, impulsive, and fearless. She is deeply infatuated with Shaide and is willing to go to great lengths to please him. Kerry also exhibits a strong will and refuses to be submissive, asserting her own desires and demanding respect from Shaide.

Kerry was full of his seed and swore she could feel herself being fertilized with his demon seed. "I do love you, Shaide," she said softly. I do want to be your queen, your lover, the mother of your demon children. I have never wanted anything more."

She arched her back toward him as he caressed it with his hands. "I shall never become like those human wives, I shall give you all of me, when you want me, I will be here for you and you alone." She looked deeply into his eyes, I see something in your eyes, my darling Shaide, not sure what it means, but your eyes have a strange hold on me... don't they? You were my dream lover, now you are my real lover, now and forever more. Tell me my lover, tell me you will always be mine."

She kissed him again passionately. "I am burning inside for your love again, I do not think I can live without you Shaide. I am addicted to the way you make me feel. I need you, do you see this this? I will leave the school, with you, but where will we go? I have no home of my own, I lived with my parents. Do I need anything... or shall I leave it all here?"

Kerry's mind was flooding with questions, she didn't know the answers to any of them, yet she trusted her new lover, and would follow him where ever he led them.

Shaide grinned down at his new queen, loving her devotion to him. His demonic charms had overwhelmed her and left her helpless to him... She was his, now and forever... He licked his lips, loving her devotion to him.

"Yes, my queen... You will leave everything of your human life here... We will go to my old lair, a castle hidden away on a secluded island... No one will find us there... We will spend every day together, where you will birth my children one by one, until our army is grown and strong..." He whispered to her, his bare body beginning to float into the air with his. They slowly phased through the ceiling above, floating high into the sky before Shaide began to soar through the sky with his human wife in his arms. "And we will rule this mortal plane, with you as my queen... You will live forever on my island, obeying my every whim..." He grinned down at her. Despite everything she probably thought of demons, and despite his cold demeanor... his new found love for the human in his arms burned brightly in his eyes.

Kerry felt her self floating with her lover, she looked back, only for a moment. "Shaide, darling, wrap your wings around your new queen, for I am chilled." she pulled her naked body into his embrace as she looked down at the fading dimension she was leaving behind.

"What kind of island shall we find my dearest Shaide? Will we truly be alone, just you and I? How will you change me from a lowly human, to your wanton queen, forgive me I know I ask so many questions. And, shall I have eyes like yours, that bring me to your side, when ever you call to me? Will you feel my need burning for you?"

She looked into his hypnotic eyes. "I... I need you Shaide. Will you take your queen again, in the air? Can you... I mean... will you? I want only to please you my lover, teach me your ways, help me to be a good bride, and fill me with your essence, again. You draw me with your need, I feel the power you have over me. I shall always do as bid.. if you only ask."

Kerry looked back down to earth one more time. "May I go to see my Mother and Dad, once in a while? Maybe through their dreams? You will need to release me from my bond for this time, say you will. Say it, you must. I cannot bear never to see them again. You must release me, I demand it!" She bit her lip, believing he would be angered by her demands, "I... I meant, oh Shaide, please?"

Shaide laughed lightly at Kerry's first barrage of questions. "If you so wish, I will give you eyes like mine... I will always feel your need for me." He said, grinning down at her. "You will be my queen by being mine every waking moment of every day... that's all it will take..." He licked his lips at her question about taking her, there in mid-air. However, his grin faded at her sudden barrage of demands.

He growled, halting their flight suddenly. He raised Kerry's body slowly over his demonic length, in a more punishing manner than one of the love and pleasure of earlier. "You will learn your place, queen. You NEVER give me orders like that!" He said, suddenly lowering Kerry's body over his cock. He grinned evilly, suddenly forcing her to take his cock much harder and deeper than their last time together, punishing her in mid-air. Truly, being fucked so high above the ground must have been frightening for poor Kerry. He continued to ram his demonic cock into her again and again, his thrusts wild and merciless.

Kerry shrieked in pain. "Stop, stop it Shaide. Damn you." She tried to push away from his punishing thrusts. "You have no rights over me. Who do you think you are?" She demanded answers. "I loved you, stop this at once!"

She looked at him with horror in her eyes. Finally turning her face away. She would not look at him, yet deep inside her, she was really enjoying this punishment. She would not give him the satisfaction of letting him hear her thoughts, let alone, have him know he was truly pleasing her.

With pretense of rage and lust building inside her some confusion at the new sensation of lust and pain she pulled herself down onto his demonic hard form. Kerry wrapped her legs around his grabbing his wings she pulled hard, to give him pain too. Her teeth bit into the coarse flesh of his neck hard. She bit down several times, her fingernails dug deep into his back scraping and pulling little scales off his back firmly. Her own body responding with pleasure with thoughts of making him either angrier or more lustful. She looked into his eyes, and smiled, It was an evil smile, if he would even notice.

"Shaide, you cannot punish me, you love me. I was testing you. Now behave and love me again!" She pulled his face to meet hers without another word she bit his lip and sucked the blood from his lips.

"Punishment or not, you will not demand from me,. As your queen, you have no dominion over me. I will bear your offspring. But, I am still a woman, and we all know just how cunning we females are. You poor little thing," Kerry mocked him poking fun at Shaide. "You have no right to demand anything from me, now do you?"

Shaide yelled out as Kerry began to pull his wings and claw his back. He loved the way she bit his lip for his blood... But now he was furious with her. Fine, if she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of punishing her... he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of his seed filling her.

His thrusts grew wild and more powerful than they had in her dreams, but they suddenly ended as he pulled out, dangling Kerry in front of him as his demonic seed suddenly began to pour over her helpless body. He grinned at her.

"While it is true I love you, human... you are still my slave queen... You will learn to respect and obey me if it's the last thing I do... So until you learn your place, you will never feel my seed in your womb..." He told her, an evil grin forming on his lips as he examined her cum-covered body.

Kerry laughed at his anger. She smiled and looked deeply into his eyes. "You need me asshole! Stop using your anger for stupidity, and listen to me. I am not some twit, I know what you need, I will give it to you, I will serve you in the capacity I promised. Will you just shut up and listen to me? Don't be so fucking paranoid. You call yourself my King? My love? Look at you, whining like a little school boy. I thought you were powerful, and worthy of my love. Am I wrong? AM I?" she screamed at him.

She let out an evil and mean laugh, she shook her head at him and bit the side of his cheek hard, drawing blood. "Fuck you Shaide, I don't need your fucking power trip of an attitude. You needed me to escape your prison hell, you used me, pretending to love me, to get your way. I told you I would love you, help you, and I will! But not like this!! Your seed wastes away, like every stupid move, your own life-force drips off of me... no good for anything now.

If you really care, you will make me your equal. If I am to be your Queen, treat me as you would treat a real queen, treat me right, or I will never allow your seed to fill me again. I will fight you until hell freezes over, it is your choice, lover... our children could rule the world, but only if I choose to carry them. Teach me Shaide, but don't abuse me!" Her words were spoken in anger with much venom, and truth.


A dominant, controlling, and manipulative demon. He takes pleasure in exerting power and enjoys unwavering devotion. Shaide is driven by his own desires and seeks to build an army of demon children with Kerry as his queen. He becomes aggressive when his authority is challenged and seeks to maintain control through punishment and dominance.

Shaide yelled out as Kerry began to pull his wings and claw his back. He loved the way she bit his lip for his blood... But now he was furious with her. Fine, if she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of punishing her... he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of his seed filling her.

His thrusts grew wild and more powerful than they had in her dreams, but they suddenly ended as he pulled out, dangling Kerry in front of him as his demonic seed suddenly began to pour over her helpless body. He grinned at her.

"While it is true I love you, human... you are still my slave queen... You will learn to respect and obey me if it's the last thing I do... So until you learn your place, you will never feel my seed in your womb..." He told her, an evil grin forming on his lips as he examined her cum-covered body.


A woman who stands out in the rough-and-tumble environment of Night City, likely due to her more refined and sophisticated appearance. She seems to prefer dressing in a way that's more reminiscent of the upscale Westbrooke area where she originally hails from, rather than adopting the grungier aesthetic common in this part of town. Personality-wise, Parker is somewhat reserved and cautious, especially when faced with unfamiliar situations or customs. Despite her initial discomfort, she shows a willingness to adapt and explore new experiences. Her curiosity about Night City's underworld suggests an adventurous streak beneath her seemingly demure exterior. She also displays politeness and class even while engaging in less refined activities like taking shots at a bar, hinting at an upper-class upbringing.

"Yeah... oh... eh... thanks." Parker hadn't expected the answer. She didn't mean it like the lady took it. Sure, she wasn't unpleasant to look at but the link between her and the dancers really just was all the ink. But she was just a customer. A bit taken a back by this woman's straight to the point attitude, Parker half regretted talking to her in the first place but her encrouching loneliness outweight the discomfort of a pointless conversation.

"You're quite good to look at yourself as well." She had been bisexual for as long as she could remember and although Hex, with all her cyberware and ink wouldn't normally be the type Parker fell for, the fair skinned maidens she usually had her eyes on all lived in Westbrooke and were out of her scope and range now. And not just the maidens.

Lizzie's was the kind of venue you wouldn't see in the higher ends of town. Sure they had erotic bars and BD clubs and all that but their clientele was... different from here. Somehow though, Parker felt at ease here, half enjoying all the looks from people around her. "Do you come here often Hex? Are you from around here?"

"N'aww, thanks, ain't you a sweet one?" came her response effortlessly after she was paid the compliment. Hex wasn't vain by any stretch but who didn't enjoy being paid a compliment? She was no different from most other girls in that respect, it was always nice to be appreciated. Hex took another swig of her drink and let her eyes do a quick sweep over Parker's body, there was a lot of it on display and Hex really did like what she saw. She really was stunning, hot enough to draw anyone's eyes, hotter than a lot of the people that worked here.

Hex tapped her fingers against the bar and nodded her head in tune to the music, the electric synthwave sounds providing a mellow backdrop to the club, an easy to follow beat that anybody could move to. "I do, often enough anyway, I move around between a few places. I'm sort of a local, a little further south." Hex finished her drink then and pushed the glass towards the bar keeper. She smirked at Parker before attracting the bartender's attention. "Twos slammers, gracias".

"So, I'm assuming you don't? Never seen you before, I'd definitely have remembered you." Hex reached out to run a hand up the other girl's arm with a light touch, her fingers sauntering over the pale skin of the other woman. "Also, ya kinda stand out. Not just because of your looks but... well, you ain't from around here are you?" The slammers came with a salt shaker and two wedges of limes. "You done a slammer before? Know how it works?"

"No... No I'm Westbro... Los Angeles." She didn't want to brag or sound too out of place here in this place, even though, considering some other bars she had seen, Lizzie's wasn't too run down. The music was also a pleasant surprise. It wasn't too loud and quite pleasant on the ears.

Parker looked at Hex when the slammers and shaker was being brought and pouted her lower lip and shook her head. "I haven't a fucking clue what it is. But surprise me."

Already, after just a minute or two, Hex had been the most pleasant company Parker had had in days so she leaned closer a bit onto the bar, waiting for Hex to demonstrate.

Hex licked her own hand and then took a hold of Parker's so that she could lick that too. Lexie picked up the alt shaker and poured a little on both of their hands sticking to the newly formed wet patches. She flashed the other girl a quick wink and then smirked. The salt shaker was placed down and pushed away as she put a piece of lime between two of Parker's fingers and then did the same with her own.

"L.A. huh? What brought ya to Night City? Also, do like I do, ya like the salt-" Hex raised Parker's hand and licked the salt off of her hand instead of Hex's own. "Take the shot—" she knocked the shot back quickly and closed her eyes for a brief second. "Then ya suck on the lime." Once more Parker's hand was brought to Hex's lips and the blue haired girl bit on to it and began to suck for a couple of seconds before spitting it on to the bar.

"Simple. Now it's your turn." Hex raised her own hand now towards Parker's mouth to give her a little bit of incentive.

She should have thought this through. Now she had to quickly think of a reason why she would be in Night City. Although somehow, lying about why she was here was hardly the biggest issue. Did this complete stranger just lick her hand? Twice? Parker knew of some weird drinking traditions and drinks but never had she had one or heard of one that involved licking other people's skin. The spitting on the bar especially had her wince. "That's eh.. an interesting drink."

Not wanting to disappoint Hex, she licked the salt off of her hand, downed the shot and then bit on the lemon. It was quite the kick, not entirely to Parker's taste who preferred the sweet smooth cocktail she had ordered for herself but it was acceptable. Instead of spitting on the bar though, she raised the glass in which the shot had come to her lips and carefully spat in the glass, possibly giving away her posher upbringing.

Then she looked up at Lexie. "This is why I came to Night City. So many stories of strange habits and things. I wanted to see for myself what it's like."

Hex watched the girl take her drink with a grin on her face, she loved watching people indulge a vice. She gave a quick cheer as she knocked the shot back. "Atta girl preem work." Hex picked up her cocktail again and chugged back another few drinks of her cocktail. Lexie stretched her hand out and felt it tingle as the alcohol continued to take a hold of her. She loved it, she loved the way sound distorted and the slight blur.

"Glad you like it, it's a favorite of mine." She beamed at the girl and flashed her a little smirk. "Plenty to see here, chica, lots in this city. You're lucky, if you need a guide then I'm happy to show you around, on one condition any way. So long as I get to take you on a date." Hex gave a little playful giggle and went back to drinking.

"So what kinda things you hoping to see girl? Clubs? The shops? Japantown? Maybe you wanna try out a BD while you're here? I can recommend one or two depending on what interests you. Just give me an idea." While Hex was being helpful and friendly she was also fishing for information from the other girl, trying to explore her tastes.

A date? It wasn't what Parker had expected but in all fairness, getting to know the real Night City, not the one she grew up in, would probably be done best with somebody who knew her way around.

She had just taken a sip of her other drink when Hex mentioned a BD. Parker half choked on her drink, put the glass down and raised her neck a bit to let whatever it was going down the wrong way get back up. Choking on her drink did give her some time to think about Hex' offer. "No. No BD's. Unless it's a BD showing me around the city, which kind of defies the point of the tour."

Parker hoped she wouldn't sound too desperate regarding the BD. "How about we go on a date where you show me some of your highlights? We can take it from there?" She gave Hex a friendly smile, already taking a liking to this girl who, despite her ink and cyberware, wasn't half as intimidating as some of the other people she had met down town.


Hex is a cybernetically enhanced woman with an appearance that's far from conventional. Her body is adorned with various tattoos and cyberware, signaling her connection to the underground culture of Night City. She has blue hair and a confident demeanor that suggests she's comfortable in her own skin and unafraid to stand out from the crowd. As for her personality, Hex comes across as bold, outgoing, and flirtatious. She enjoys being the center of attention and isn't shy about expressing her interest or appreciation towards others. Despite her seemingly tough exterior, she shows a willingness to help those who are unfamiliar with her world and seems quite friendly once you get past the initial shock of her appearance.

A date? It wasn't what Parker had expected but in all fairness, getting to know the real Night City, not the one she grew up in, would probably be done best with somebody who knew her way around.

She had just taken a sip of her other drink when Hex mentioned a BD. Parker half choked on her drink, put the glass down and raised her neck a bit to let whatever it was going down the wrong way get back up. Choking on her drink did give her some time to think about Hex' offer. "No. No BD's. Unless it's a BD showing me around the city, which kind of defies the point of the tour."

Parker hoped she wouldn't sound too desperate regarding the BD. "How about we go on a date where you show me some of your highlights? We can take it from there?" She gave Hex a friendly smile, already taking a liking to this girl who, despite her ink and cyberware, wasn't half as intimidating as some of the other people she had met down town.

The girl was definitely out of her element and uncomfortable right now and that just made Hex amused, she liked seeing that from her, she liked seeing people on the back foot. She definitely was the most interesting person there right now, that was for sure. Hex chewed on one of her nails that was becoming just a little bit too long while the other woman spoke and she ended up raising a curious eyebrow.

"Say... considering you came to a BD bar you seem a little bit... off with Bd's y'know? What happened? Someone snap a BD of you one time or something?" Hex gave a playful laugh then and went towards a fresh cocktail, this one was bright pink with bits of fruit stuck on the lip.

"Okay, then let's do that, next weekend? I'll need t'know what kinda things y'like. Oh, obviously I'll need your deets too so I can stay in touch." Hex grinned a warm welcoming grin. Bingo, girl, this is going perfect.


A young wounded soldier. He is grateful, cautious, and somewhat reserved in his interactions with Charlotte. Despite his memory loss and confusion, he demonstrates a sense of gratitude and concern for others. He also shows a willingness to protect Charlotte by suggesting he should leave to avoid putting her in danger.

Matthew stirred slightly after awhile. His eyes slowly fluttered open and it took him a moment before his world stopped spinning again. He looked around and noticed his wounds had been bandaged up. He figured who ever had brought him there had to be some what safe or he would have been dead by now or left out on the battlefield. He still felt as if he should have a weapon.

He slowly made his way to his feet and searched the barn for something. He grabs a tool that wouldn't really do much but he feels a little safer at least having something. He makes his way back to the hay and sat back down worn out from his little search. He put his hand on his head trying to think. He couldn't understand why he had no idea who he was or anything about himself. Hell he didn't know his own name. He took off his jacket wincing in pain as he pulled it off his shoulder and tossed it to the side. He noticed something written on the inside by the collar. He looked at it. His name... his name was Matthew Johnson. That's a start... but all he knew. He rubbed his head again it killed and thinking made it worse. He laid back closing his eyes.

Impatiently Charlotte suffered through the five course dinner her mother insisted upon. They weren't a typical Confederate family, at least not yet, and still possessed many of the "finer things" in life. Though at this moment these finer things were really starting to get on her nerves. As soon as her mother dismissed her she darted outside and towards the barn. Cautiously she opened the door and entered, going to the last stall where she found the soldier awake and sitting up. She startled slightly but quickly recovered, pushing auburn hair away from her face. "I'm Charlotte Grace Barad. You are?" Her voice was brisk but not because she disliked him, merely she was nervous about conversing with the enemy. Though she was trying really hard to just see him as a person. A wounded person at that. Her glance went to his wounds and as she waited for his answer she found herself walking about to gather water and some wraps from the tack room right beside the stall, coming back within seconds.

Matthew froze when he saw her. He didn't expect a woman... especially one of such beauty. He looked at his jacket then back at her. "I think... my name is Matthew... Matthew Johnson. I don't know for sure... I can't seem to remember much of anything." He waited for her to return. "Thank you... for helping me. You could have easily left me for dead..."

He watched her closely. He knew she wouldn't be a threat but figured she had family. A father and possibly brothers. Those are who he was worried about. "Am I safe here or should I be on my way? I... I obviously have no way to pay you... for your services..." Her bandages she used before were soaked with his blood and his whole body hurt and his stomach started to growl. He was skinnier than he normally was. The war took a toll on him. They didn't have time or supplies to eat a five course meal. He didn't know the last time he ate or even what he liked or didn't like. He was started to get frustrated for not knowing anything at all.

Charlotte's brow furrowed with his confusion, listening patiently as he tried to explain. The memory loss had to be a result of a blow to the head, but she'd seen no other injuries when she'd looked him over. "Well Matthew, I wouldn't have brought you here if you weren't safe. You aren't of my... support, but I thought of a Union girl caring for my brother or father and couldn't leave you for dead." She fished out the food she'd snagged from the table and handed it to him as she heard his stomach growling.

She sat down beside him and gently undid the bandages from his leg. "This might sting" she told him before pouring the water/antiseptic mix over the wound. The anti-septic was meant for horses but she figured it would do the trick for a human as well. As the blood washed away she was able to see the wound more clearly. "That might need stitches but I'm going to wait for the swelling to go down a bit." She said calmly as she wrapped the horse's leg wraps around the soldiers leg. Figuring she'd give him some time to eat before looking at his side, she sat beside him calmly. "I take it you don't remember how old you are?"

Matthew was truly grateful for her help. She also made sense for her reasoning. Honest, he didn't care why but was grateful to be alive. The pain reassured him he was in fact alive. He took the food from her and took a few bites hungrily. "Thank you.."

As soon as the antiseptic mix hit his leg he groaned and winced in pain. He grunted a little as well as she wrapped it. It took him a few moments before he started to eat. Trying to forget the pain with each bite. He ate as if it were days since he had anything in his stomach. "Thank you..." It seemed to be all he could say.

He thought a moment. Thinking hard, no... he had no idea how old he was or where he was from. "No... I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know where I'm from or my age or... anything." He looked down a little ashamed. Maybe she should have left him for dead. Maybe the old him did die on that battlefield. Maybe he was lost forever.

"Don't worry about it. Your memory will either come back or it won't. If it does we'll go from there. If not just think, you get a whole new chance at the person you want to be." Charlotte's words were soft and she reached out a hand to his as she saw him look down with shame. She had no intentions of making him feel bad in any way, a thought that surprised her slightly given her usual "They should all die horrible deaths" stance on the union soldiers. But he was no different than her brother and his friends who had left to fight.

She handed him some more food, seeing how ravenously he ate, he was obviously starving. "Well you're just outside Richmond, VA. Yep the capital of the Confederacy. I'm 18, have two brothers and my father fighting for Virginia." She rambled a little, to fill the silence while he was eating and to let him know some more about his heroine.

Matthew listened to her but was cautious as he ate. He thought about what she said about him being given a possible chance to start his life over and live it how ever he wanted. "But what if I have a beautiful life already?" He looked at her confused, wishing, hoping, he could remember something, anything.

After finishing the food he pat his hands against each other to get the crumbs off and brushed the rest off his body. He thought a moment. "You could be punished for helping me... if someone finds out... I should be on my way. Thank you for your help." He went to get up but fell back down from his mind getting dizzy.

Charlotte shrugged and challenged him. "What if you have an awful life already?" She wasn't going to mince words to save his feelings, that just wasn't the type of person she was.

"I could be. But that's my problem, not yours. Stay here." her tone was firm as she gently helped him to lie back down on the large mound of hay. She briefly stroked her fingers across his forehead and face. "Relax and try to get some sleep. I'll come back when I can." Her smile was reassuring as she slipped her frame out of the stall and back out into the night.

Matthew nodded and thought about what she was saying. She was right. He could have had a horrible life prior to all this. He wasn't sure of what kind of life he did have. All he could do was hope something would come back to him.

He thanked her again before laying back on the hay. He laid there awhile hoping she wouldn't get caught for helping him. He would lie and tell them he broke into the barn and helped himself. She saved his life, he would do the same for her. As his eyes shut and he drifted to sleep he began to dream. His dreams consisted of the war and the battles. He woke in the middle of the night that probably anyone in his unit who knew him was dead. She was right. He had the chance of completely starting over. The first thing he wanted to do was spend more time with her. He owed her with his life.