A playful, confident, and sexually adventurous woman. She has a strong personality that allows her to take control of situations with ease. She's attractive and desirable. In terms of attire, she is comfortable wearing revealing clothes like small pajama pants and shirts that expose her midriff. Her ability to express herself openly suggests an extroverted nature and her choices throughout the story show a predilection for excitement and novelty.

"Like a rock," Grace answered as she started on her breakfast. She tried to keep the conversation light, talking about the weather, asking Amy what she had done while she was away, that sort of thing. For a little while, she wanted to pretend that it was just another normal morning and that she wasn't wearing a magic ring that made her a slave to other's whims. Still, every glance at her hand gave her a slight pause. The glow had faded now, and it looked like just another ordinary piece of jewelry. If anyone other than Amy ever discovered what it could do, it had the potential to turn her life into a living hell.

"You know, if it hadn't been for the ring, I don't know if I ever would have kissed you like that. Or..." she trailed off, blushing again. "You know, the rest of it. Still, I'm kind of glad we did. It was... nice." She looked down at her plate, picking over her food while she waited to see how Amy would respond. She didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she didn't want to give her the wrong idea either.

Amy leaned forward on the table looking right at Grace. She seemed to be smiling or giggling to herself as she chewed on the last piece of bacon. It was almost as if she had a secret that only she knew. She swallowed and leaned back to drink her orange juice. "What would you like to do today?" It was almost peculiar how Amy was acting. It was more than just a normal morning. For the first time in months, she had what seemed like a lover and she wanted it to stay that way with Grace.

When the two women were done with their plates, Amy stood up and picked up Grace's plate and added it to her own. She walked back into the kitchen to dump the plates into the sink and start on dishes. As she walked, she made sure to sway her hips a little. She was, after all, still wearing small pajama pants. She didn't check to make sure Grace was even looking. She got started on the dishes. Luckily, nothing was left of the delicious breakfast.

"Do you think we could just stay home and take it easy today?" she asked. She'd typically did all of her adventuring in other countries. When she came home, she led a much more boring life, something she'd been criticized for in the past. She noticed Amy swaying her hips and something stirred in her; the after effects of the 'fuck me' command, perhaps. "You're killing me," she muttered under her breath.

When the dishes were all said and done Amy came up to Grace and gave her a hug. "If you want to relax today then that's fine, we can do that. Just let me know if you need anything." Amy let go of Grace and stretched herself in front of the woman, more of her midriff showing as the tank-top came up. She wrapped her arms around Grace's shoulder and looked right at the woman. "I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower," she said before giving another quick peck on the lips. As she turned away, she looked at Grace as if she was silently telling the woman to come up with her. Amy didn't want to have to say it out loud and force Grace to do it, but it would be nice if her friend was willing to do it on her own. She turned and left Grace with one last look of her swaying ass as she made her way upstairs and into the bathroom.

Grace bit her lip as she watched Amy walk away. It was obvious what she wanted, and the fact that it wasn't in the form of a command made Grace want it too, in a strange way. She got up from the table and went upstairs, stopping just outside of the bathroom. She took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and stripped off the rest of her nightgown. Then she opened the door and stepped inside. "Amy... I'm ready for you," she said.

Amy had just taken off the thong she had been wearing and was half way in the shower when she heard Grace call. Amy had a smirk on her face as she held up a finger and motioned her to join her. She then stepped inside the shower and the warm water consumed her. She did it, she managed to attract Grace without giving a command. She felt confident that she could have any woman, but she didn't want just any woman, she wanted Grace and now the woman was coming closer to join her in the shower. Amy waited for Grace and she would welcome her friend with a big passionate kiss.

Grace dropped her underwear and stepped out of them before joining Amy in the shower. She was still hesitant and self-conscious without being given a command, crossing her arms over her chest. She planned to let Amy take control, if not with her words, then with her actions. Looking Amy up and down, she bit her lip again. Somehow she had never noticed just how sexy her best friend was.

Amy was happy to see Grace step into the shower with her. She wrapped her arms around Grace's neck and gives her a light passionate kiss. She stared into Grace before succumbing to her own emotions and kissed Grace harder with her tongue swirling about the other's and sucked at the woman's bottom lip. Her hands slowly worked their way down to Grace's lower back before pulling away from her kiss. "I want you Grace. I can't stop thinking about you and I can't see myself being with anyone else ever again."

She turned around towards the glass doors that encaged them in the shower. She stuck her ass out as she let a hand hold Grace behind the neck and guide her towards a pair of wanting lips. She kissed her friend again, this time keeping their lips locked. She guided one of Grace's hands down across her belly, but just above her wet womanhood. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "I want to be treated like one of your lovers. Don't hold back, tell me what to do, it's my first time with a woman. If you need me to do anything, to command anything... just say the word." She let her hand against the back of Grace's neck caress the side of her neck.

As Amy kissed her, Grace gradually grew bolder, kissing her back with just as much passion. She followed her lead, moving to wherever her hands wanted her to. And now that she'd been told, it was easy for Grace to let go of her reservations. "Don't move. And don't say a word. Let me show you how I treat a lover," she whispered. She pushed Amy's hair to the side and kissed her neck and collarbone, sliding her hand between her legs. She started slowly, teasing her clit between her fingers as the water washed over them. Once she felt Amy was ready, she let her fingers slip inside of her, finding her g-spot right away. Her breasts were pressed against Amy's back, rubbing against her and steadying herself with her free hand against the glass.

If Amy wasn't already turned on by the whole situation she would have been right then and there when she heard Grace give her own commands. She let out a quiet moan as she felt Grace's lips press against her neck. It was going to be hard not to say a word, but if Grace had to obey every command, then she would try her best to make things even. A hand went down between her legs and Amy's hand followed, but she let Grace do all the work. She bit her lower lip whens he felt the water lubricate those fingers as they rubbed against her slit, but when the fingers entered hitting her sensitive spot, she moaned in surprise and pleasure. "Right there... right..." but Amy shut herself up remembering Grace's own command. She could feel Grace's breasts pressing against her back. Her own breasts were pressing against the glass. Her moans were fogging up the glass as Grace continued to stimulate her wet pussy.

Grace let her other hand move down between Amy's legs, rubbing her clit while she fingered her. Their bodies pressed together as the steam rose around them. Grace's breath was hot against Amy's neck as she grew more and more excited. A small part of her was starting to miss her cock, but she knew she didn't need it to please her new lover. Fingering her faster, she curled her fingers up inside of her pussy. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered.

Amy moaned out from her lover's request. With Grace stimulating her clit, there was no way she would be able to keep it in any longer. She felt her body spasm as she came all over Grace's fingers. Her fingers clasped over Grace's hand to prevent her from pleasuring her sensitive area any longer. She was panting in the shower, the hot air not providing much as steam rose all around them. "So this is what your lovers feel. You are so amazing," Amy said. She turned around and faced Grace. "Tell me what you need, my Grace, so I can satisfy you."

Suddenly, Grace knew what she wanted more than anything. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. Once Amy stepped out, she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her fiercely. Even after they parted lips, she didn't let her go. "I want you to order me," she blurted out, before she had a chance to change her mind. "Take control of me. Make me yours, please. I need it more than I've ever needed anything else in my life."

Amy was shocked by Grace's request. She wanted to be controlled? The very thought of Grace being controlled by anyone was appalling. She always saw Grace as the strong type who didn't take anything from anyone. She was, in all terms, a free spirit who went where her passions carried her. Still, Amy was glad to hear the truth from Grace, even if she was forced to tell her. "Fine, you want to be controlled, then dry yourself off and put some clothes, we're going shopping."

Amy dried herself off and put on some clothes, brown shorts and a green shirt. Her shirt was just small enough to expose some of her tummy whenever she moved about and certainly when she bent over. By the time Grace was done, she was ready to go. She told Grace to get in the car and off they went. Amy took her to a lingerie store. Before going in, Amy said, "Yesterday you bought me a dress, today I buy you some cute panties. You may pick whatever you want." Amy knew the ring might cause Grace to go crazy with the shopping, but Amy knew Grace could use something new and have fun doing it.

As soon as Amy spoke, the magic of the ring took effect, compelling Grace to do whatever she was told. She got dressed in a pair of tight, fitted jeans and a blue tank top. Amy had always teased her about not having any sort of fashion sense, and she wondered if her friend intended to fix that today. When they arrived at the store, Grace nodded as she heard her instructions. The ring barely felt warm now, perhaps sensing that she was more willing than before. Either way, it still forced her out of the car and into the store to look for something she liked. She was looking around for a while before a pair of panties caught her eye, and her first thought was that she would never buy something like that for herself, but before she knew it she had picked them up and was showing them to Amy. "I want these," she said, blushing.

Amy smiled as Grace came up with a pair of panties. If Amy had to be honest with herself she thought they were very kinky. "Very well, my Grace, you will have what you want." Amy took the pair of panties to the register and paid for it there. When they got back later, she would be sure to have Grace put them on. When they were done at the store, they got back in the car and Amy started driving. She wasn't quite done yet, there was still one more place she wanted to go. It was an adult toy store. Amy didn't have any toys, she always relied on her partners to stimulate her and was never into masturbation. With Grace, there was a whole new world of possibilities. She didn't give Grace any commands, she simply walked around and browsed at what toys would be interesting to try out. The clerk at least noticed the pair and smiled to herself trying not to seem noticeable.

Grace blushed as she followed Amy through the store. She glanced at a few items, but none for too long, and she certainly didn't move to pick anything up. The couple of sex toy purchases she'd made in her life had been online specifically so that she could avoid places like this, and even then she'd only bought the simplest of vibrators. Still, she couldn't help but be a little curious about what Amy had in mind. It wasn't until she noticed the clerk looking their way that she said anything. Leaning close to Amy, she whispered in her ear. "I think that woman is staring at us," she said.

Amy smiled as she took a peek at the clerk who just looked away. "Well, maybe she thinks we're a cute couple. Why don't you go ask why she's staring," Amy said with a giggle. She temporarily forgot about the curse when she made her request. Still, it would give her a little bit of time to browse the store. For sure, she was going to buy simple things, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, some massaging lubricants, even a vibrator, although the one she had picked out was rather complicated. It not only vibrated, but it seemed like the inside rotated providing extra stimulation. It also had a little tail coming out for extra pleasure. In hand, Amy also took a double sided dildo and a pair of vibrating panties, for Grace to wear on their nights out. Amy also contemplated a strap-on. With Grace's consent she could always command her to grow another dick, but what if Grace wanted the same pleasure too? Amy thought she could use the double sided dildo for the same effect and took the rest of her items to the register.

While Amy shopped around, Grace went straight to the clerk and addressed her directly. "You've been staring at us since we came in. Why?" she asked. It came out ruder than she would have wanted it to, but she was bound to the letter of the order, whether the person giving it meant it that way or not. But her bluntness must have caught the woman off guard, because she could only stutter and give a flustered apology in response.

"I'm really sorry," she said, worried she had offended them. "I shouldn't be so rude. I was just thinking that you have a really sexy girlfriend."

Grace smiled shyly. She hadn't thought to call Amy that, but after what they talked about, she kind of was. If anything, the word girlfriend wasn't strong enough. "It's okay. And I'm sorry I snapped at you," she said. She blushed and leaned in closer to the clerk. "She is pretty sexy," she added softly.

Once she realized Grace wasn't upset, the woman began to smile again. "You're pretty sexy yourself," she said flirtatiously. "In fact, you should put on a show for us. It would be good for business." That was all it took. By the time Amy made it to the register, Grace's shirt was on the floor, her pants and underwear were around her ankles, her fingers were in her pussy, and the clerk's jaw was on the floor.

When Amy returned, she had to wonder what was going on with Grace and then she remembered the curse. The clerk must have said something in the form of a request or command and Grace had to do it. Amy felt compelled to stop Grace right then and there and start apologizing to both of them. Amy shouldn't have let Grace wonder off by herself, but there was something erotic about the whole situation. She leaned in on the counter and said, "Well, you did ask for it." Then she took a look at the clerk. The woman wasn't bad looking, she certainly pulled the goth look off well. If Amy didn't have Grace, she definitely would be hitting on the woman.

"I bet you want to see me too, don't you?" she said to the goth clerk, trying to make her voice sound as seductive as possible. Amy got on the other side of the register and turned Grace around to face her. She got down on her knees and lifted her shirt right up over her head. She took one last peek at the door to make sure no one was around and then said, "You have to tell my partner to get down if you see anyone coming, kay?" She finished taking Grace's underwear off her ankles and spread her legs apart. She could see the beautiful flower between the woman's legs and she was going to get a taste of that nectar.

Amy pressed her face between Grace's legs and stuck out her tongue. The first taste was amazing, she never realized that a woman's body would taste so good. She kept flicking her tongue over Grace's slit and tasting the sweet juices within. When she backed away to look up at Grace and catch her breath, her lips were plastered with Grace's deliciousness. She licked her lips and said, "Mmmm, you taste amazing my Grace," before going back in for more.


A dominant and sadistic man who takes pleasure in controlling and manipulating others. He engages in sexual activities with Crow while keeping him captive, displaying a lack of empathy towards his victim's fear and discomfort.

Liam raised a brow, rather surprised to see the harpy was more concerned about someone else than himself. He gave a chuckle as he sat down on the bed beside the guy. "I think I know which one you're talking about.. She's at a shelter right now, waiting for an owner. She's fine: we try to give the younger ones good homes; after all, we still have our morals. Do you want me to bring her here?" He didn't mind fulfilling a few wishes for his new little toy if it meant he'd be more willing to obey; one little pet harpy wasn't a big price to pay in the slightest to achieve that goal. He took out his phone, ready to make a call if the answer was a yes.

"O-owner?" he asked, the words soft with horror. He clenched his eyes closed, removing Liam's sight of those insomnia-bruised, but still handsome black eyes. "As long as she didn't stay here..." he whispered. His eyes fluttered open. He looked around the room, anywhere but Liam, swallowing hard.

"I'd like to see her again." He bit his lip and half curled up, his wings flexing. "I'll, er. I'll be in your debt," he told him. He glanced away, frightened. "I'll do anything." The raw desperation in his voice was easy to hear.

Liam grinned as he didn't even need to tell the harpy that he'd have to behave in exchange for the wish. "Alright then.. I'll personally make sure she gets a good home. I could even arrange regular visits, if you'd like.. given you continue to be on your best behavior." He ran a hand along the young man's thigh as he lifted his phone and made a call, asking for the new little harpy girl. Once done, he gave a nod. "She'll be here by lunch time."

Crow shuddered when his new owner's hand slid down his thigh, but when he promised he could see her again—regularly—it was so much more than Crow had dared hope.

It was hard to do, bound as he was, but Crow managed to roll onto his knees. His hands still pinioned behind his back, he lowered his wings submissively and bent his head to his captor, bowing to him, much as he could like this. The position showed off the nape of his vulnerable neck, the secret curl of his ears in his black hair. "Thank you sir, you're very k-kind..." it was hard to get the word kind out. It was hard to believe it was deserved. But he'd offered to let him see Hana—he must be very kind.

Liam chuckled at the rather surprising act of submission. Leaning down, he took the harpy's chin and lifted it, giving a gentle kiss. "You're welcome." The man unlocked the cuffs before handing the bowl of cereal over to the monster. "How about you eat up quickly, and after you can show your appreciation till she gets here~."

He left the room while the harpy ate, taking some items from his personal storage: condoms, lube, and a cock ring. Soon enough, he returned, ready to play with the young man.

Crow looked up at him for only a moment as his chin was brought up, his tender neck arched by his owner's actions, his body still bound beautifully before him. Then he looked down, and away, a bead of sweat appearing on his brow. He was a luxuriously beautiful creature, especially compared to most harpies, who were less human in face and body. You could nearly forget his heritage, but for a tuft of feathers above each ear, and his two luxurious, but small, black wings. One wing was bent oddly, as if it had been broken at some point in the past, and healed wrong. It was doubtful he could fly.

When their lips met, he looked into his so-close eyes for only a moment, then closed them tight. He held his breath until he was done, the dry, nearly chaste press of lips.

The owner began unbuckling his bonds, at least the ones on his hands, and Crow slowly worked his aching muscles, patiently getting the pooled blood pumping again, wincing at the pins and needle prickling of his limbs. When his owner shoved the cereal at him, Crow obeyed out of habit and necessity—he was hungry, the earlier captors hadn't fed him, and he wolfed down the cereal, the spoon clicking in the bowl, before drinking all the milk, leaving a small line of white down his chin that he licked up just as the man came back in.

He saw what the man held, and visibly winced. His eyes slid down to the ground. He crawled off his bed, and knelt beside it, head down, hands on his knees. Glancing up at him shyly, he hung his head with his expression pulled up into a flinch like he expected to be hit at any second, and fumbled with his fly. He was trying to take his pants off, mutely obedient, despite having begun to tremble visibly in terror, his hands shaking so badly the button and fly were beyond their reach for the moment. He began to pant in fear, looking sharply up at his owner, then away.

"What's your name, sir?" he asked him, his wings drawn in to protect his body.

Liam's eyes scanned the harpy as he approached, examining how he crawled off the bed and tried to take off his pants. It was such a cute and comically degraded act that he couldn't help but give a chuckle. Had he been used by the men who'd had him before arriving at the warehouse? It seemed definite as he imagined the reaction could only be made so natural-looking by intense training. He was certain at this point that a bit of kindness would go far in earning the monster's devotion.

"You can call me Liam. Do you have one?" Liam removed the bindings from the harpy's legs before picking him up, moving him back to the bed. "Don't be so nervous; just relax and give me some pretty moans. OK?" He kissed down his neck before taking the pants off for him.

Crow glanced at him, wincing again as he was easily scooped up and placed on the bed. He was smaller than a human, his bones hollow, so he could fly. Humans had found them easy to crush. "Yessir," Crow said quickly, making his voice an obedient hiss. He hadn't stopped breathing heavily, looking down at Liam taking off his pants, his pupils blown out wide, and then looking up to stare at the ceiling of his cage.

When the pants were stripped away, his toes twined together, his thighs shaking. He swallowed hard. There had been a long pause, where he didn't answer his new master's first question. Finally, voice low and hesitant, he added, "Crow. My name's—Crow." He bit his lip and turned away, the admission having cost him a great deal. That name was secret, special and safe. It was his free name. But he couldn't switch back to his slave name, and so he'd have to tarnish his new identity.

Liam gave a triumphant grin as the monster admitted a name that didn't seem to be a slave name. Such an obedient little thing; he'd have so much fun pushing boundaries with him! For now, he'd be relatively gentle, though.

The man took a condom and slipped it over two fingers before adding some lube to it. He rubbed it over Crow's hole, just spreading the lube and teasing him for a moment, before gradually pressing them in. Holding the monster close, he proceeded to finger him, both as a way to prepare him for a something larger and to make sure there was nothing in the way.

Once he was sure he was clean and prepared enough, Liam switched positions. Sitting on the bed, he pushed the monster down to his crotch, one arm still stretched over the guy as his fingers pumped in and out. "Why don't you show me what you can do and get me nice and hard?"


A harpy with a submissive and fearful personality. He is handsome, with black eyes and hair, and two small black wings. He is smaller than a human due to his hollow bones that allow him to fly. His submissive behavior hints that he has been subjected to abuse in the past, which caused him psychological trauma.

Liam gave a triumphant grin as the monster admitted a name that didn't seem to be a slave name. Such an obedient little thing; he'd have so much fun pushing boundaries with him! For now, he'd be relatively gentle, though.

The man took a condom and slipped it over two fingers before adding some lube to it. He rubbed it over Crow's hole, just spreading the lube and teasing him for a moment, before gradually pressing them in. Holding the monster close, he proceeded to finger him, both as a way to prepare him for a something larger and to make sure there was nothing in the way.

Once he was sure he was clean and prepared enough, Liam switched positions. Sitting on the bed, he pushed the monster down to his crotch, one arm still stretched over the guy as his fingers pumped in and out. "Why don't you show me what you can do and get me nice and hard?"

The strange, spongy slickness of the rubber rubbed at his hole, the lube cold and slick, a shock to his system. He relaxed his hips, his pelvis, letting himself nearly dangle over the bed like a fresh kill, trying not to let a single muscle tense and make the man's intrusion hurt.

His fingers dug inside him, sleek as they probed and petted his inner heat. Tears were gathering on the edge of his eyes, on his eyelids. The man shoved him down so his head was in his lap. Hesitantly, Crow inched out his tongue and licked Liam. At first just a tickle, but then, clearly forcing himself, he began giving long, lavishing strokes to the cock.

He hoped he wouldn't make him put it in his mouth. Shove it down his throat—choke on it. It always made Crow so afraid—so afraid they wouldn't let him up soon enough, and he'd suffocate to death on their cock, the last thing he knew of this short, brutal life the thick, musky shaft tearing open his throat.


A young woman who, despite her current distress, carries an air of resilience. She has dark hair and is beautiful. On the night of the event, she was wearing a tight white wrap dress and heels. Her struggles with schizophrenia hint at a history of hardship and adversity, yet her attempts to resist Jack show determination and bravery. Despite her fear, she doesn't succumb easily to panic or despair but continues to fight back against her assailant.

Irissa was in utter turmoil. Not only had she flunked out of college right before graduation, but she had also been fired from her job. Her roommate was unaware, the young woman having escaped to a bar for the last few nights in order to get her thoughts together.

Although, that in itself had always proved to be troublesome. The poor girl has been diagnosed with mild schizophrenia when she was young, having managed it quite well with medication. However, with the lack of money flow, she hadn't been able to afford such things for quite some time, her family lacking insurance in the first place. The voices were back, visions of strange figures entering her view every once in a while. Sleepless nights had become her norm, nightmares occupying her thoughts endlessly.

It was all really starting to get to her, Irissa on her way home now at 3 in the morning. Along the way, she stopped at the local park, sitting herself on a bench and sighing heavily, fishing her pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lighting on up.

Jack was new to this fold of miscreant serial killers, having been merely his own situation for most of his dark life. Jack was known as a serial harvester, taking kidneys for his own ravenous cravings, yet recently he had been giving a calling by the shadow of the forest, The Slender Man.

Not much was known about the creature, only that He was nearly unstoppable and completely irresistible, nothing could stop him once He had ahold of your brain, and Jack was very much aware of this.

Where he once was minding his own bloody business, Jack found himself in a small park in the mild of the morning, stalking on a young girl, sucking down on a cigarette to numb the pain. Being the master of the shadows, Jack moved slowly around the treeline, watching her, scanning her every move and detail, waiting to find a moment to strike.

Irissa could have sworn she heard a twig or two snap behind her, a strange rustling in the woods as if an animal were present. Her already troubled mind began to edge with the darkness the much more vile creature brought about, a harrowing quiet settling around her in the chilled night air.

"It's nothing," she told herself under her breath, having quickly turned back to face the lamp post before she could spook herself, "There is nothing there."

She told herself this, but the whispers were already in her ear, paranoia grasping her mind and heart like a vice. The young woman stood up stiffly, stalking off in the direction of her apartment building, reassuring herself she could make it.

As to be expected, Jack followed closely behind, moving along the tree line to keep her in range. As she neared the edge of the park, Something intervened. Casting a great shadow, in the shape of a long, tall man, it was designed to grab Irissa's attention.

It was a figment of imagination, yet it was already rooting itself into the deep subconscious of the troubled girl, enough so to make her a much easier target for the boy.

Moving from the tree line, Jack stalked up close, readying a damp rag, held firmly in his black bandage wrapped hand, the material soaked in chloroform.

Irissa tossed her cigarette to the side, scanning the area as she moved quickly, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she looked back ahead. Standing in the middle of her path, some ways away, was what appeared to be a man watching from afar. He was tossed in shadows, making it impossible for her to make out features.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a scream of fright trapped in her chest that she couldn't let out. The poor girl had started shaking, her trickster of a mind making her hear a voice whisper in her ear from behind, "Irissa..."

"Fuck this!" She snapped, turning and running directly into the treeline without thinking, hoping she could find a place to hide or move around the man.

Breaking for his moment of attack, Jack bolted after the female, diving into her legs, knocking her off her feet and onto her side. His goal had been to dismount her position and also hurt the dominant leg, making it nearly impossible to recover at a worrisome rate.

"Run. Run all you like. We will find you." Jack muttered under his breath as he stood, now high above her as he caught her arm in his grip. Yanking at her, pulling her along the cold dirt floor of the timber, he removed her from the aggravating twigs and branches.

Surely kicking and screaming, kicking for defense and them screaming cause her leg hurt, Jack just grimaced below his mask at the amount of jostling she was doing.

Irissa was winding around a few trees when something big and heavy knocked her legs right from under her, the leg that was hit twisting at the knee and making her let out a high pitched shriek of pain. Irissa paused in fear when the large creature moved, realizing it was a man as he spoke, voice deep and edged with a certain darkness that terrified her.

It was all to pressing that she understood this wasn't a dream, wasn't a hallucination. This man was real, had really attacked her, his hand grabbing at her arm with such force she cried out, "N-No! Stop-" but he was already up and yanking her along the ground.

Irissa did her best to kick and hit at him, yelling for him to stop and trying desperately to crawl away. He grabbed at her injured leg at one point, the woman wailing at the sharp sting and quickly slamming her foot into his groin. A groan sounded from behind his mask, hands dropping her.

Scrambling to her feet, Irissa limped away as quickly as she could, calling out, "Help me! Somebody! Help!"

The kick she delivered was easily meant to cause Jack more pain then what she wanted, but also ended up doubling backwards into her own thigh. Despite the now warm pain going through his lower half, He pushed past it as He have chase, only mildly deterred.

"Run. Run while you can." His voice was deep, dark, serrated even as it cut through the air, like a knife against flesh. He stumbled after her, trying to stuff the annoying pain of his groin in the back of his head to keep focus.

"Run! Run as fast as you can! Run!" His voice was a taunt now, anger and malevolence rooting into his brain as He began to run much smoother, as well as faster.

Irissa tried to ignore that voice of nightmares, hot tears having brimmed her eyes and threatening to fall as she ran through the trees, having lost her shawl when yanking away from him, leaving her in a tight white wrap dress, and kicking off her heels to run better. Her bare feet ran across the cold ground, ignoring the pain of twigs or rocks laying beneath the leaves. Irissa stopped for a moment to look around, crouched over a bit to hold her knee that screamed in pain, but it would have to wait.

Hearing footsteps made her perk and hold her breath, the woman darting for some bushes and hiding beneath them, thorns scratching up her skin and catching on her clothing. She winced and slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to wait him out without making a sound.

Jack caught up to his prey just as she drove into her cover, leaving him alone but very aware she was near. Misting billowed out from his mask, his deep blue, unsettling mask. His mask wore two large eye holes that seemed to hold pure darkness instead if eyes, only adding to his sinister, violent appearance. His clothes were all matted and filthy, like cleaning just wasn't an option anymore. He was menacing as He could be, which only added to his cutting blade of a voice.

"Come out... and I'll leave you one Kidney. I was gunning for two but I'll leave the one to make this all end sooner." He offered before He stopped his pacing, almost like He had caught a scent and was now localizing it.

In a moment, He turned hard, his heels crushing dirt and twigs with a sudden crunch, alerting her to his movement as it tore through the air. Diving into the nearby shrubbery, Jack landed perfectly atop Irissa, holding her down by the shoulders as he began to climb atop her.

Irissa's eyes had adjusted to the dark when he came into view, the poor girl holding as still as she could while taking in his vulgar appearance, trying to stop herself from shaking so hard. She squeezed them shut at the mention of her kidneys, holding back a sob of terror before she noticed him pause.

All of a sudden, he turned and jumped, Irissa only getting out a second of her scream before his body landed on hers, knocking the wind from her lungs. She gasped desperately for breathe, hands reaching and trying to drag herself away while she kicked wildly.

His hands came to her shoulders and pinned her firmly to the ground, "Oh God, please!" She cried, the tears falling as she tried and failed to buck his body off, but he was so much bigger, so much heavier. Adrenaline still held her strong though, the dark haired beauty blindly reaching and grasping a heavy log, throwing it back and hitting him in the head. He grunted and groaned, Irissa throwing her elbow back into his side and crawling away from out of the thorn bushes. Dirt covered her now, bloody scratches all over while she tried to drag herself to her feet and keep going.

As Jack fought for power over the girl, He readied the rag of suppressants, knowing He could knock her unconscious and save him all the trouble she was definitely not worth. Then BAM! Pain radiated through his mask, making him clutch his head as he was sure He had a mild concussion. Yet even more depressing was that Her tussling had knocked the rag from his hands and it was lost to the dried leaves and dirt of the forest floor.

"Dammit! If I didn't need to-" He growled as he stumbled back on his knees, feeling nausea pool in his stomach from the cranial crash. The once silent, stealthy organ thief was now reduced to vulgar words, painful bruises, and pure aggression. He kept all sorts of knock out gases handy for quick and easy grabs, yet this girl was proving to be something of a nuisance.

He didn't want to do this... partially, yet He did. He dove on top of Irissa and pulled her front side up and threw his fist across her jaw, punching her across the face, hoping for either the straight knock out, or enough of a strike to daze her.

She didn't even get to her knees before he was roughly pulling and flipping her onto her back. Being so close allowed her to make out the ominous mask he wore, her scream of fear cut off and replaced with a pained groan when he punched her so suddenly.

Irissa had had an abusive boyfriend some years ago, but she had never been hit so hard before. Her subconscious was wondering whether he broke her jaw, her head lulling to the side and her hands coming up to push at her assailant, though her strength was significantly hindered at the moment. By the time her numbness started to fade, he was already getting a better grip, the brunette trying to twist away from him, kicking at his legs.


A menacing figure, shrouded in filth and mystery. He dons a deep blue mask that features large eye holes, giving the impression of pure darkness where his eyes should be. His clothes are matted and dirty, indicating a disregard for cleanliness or perhaps an immersion in his grisly activities. As a person, he's ruthless and violent with a dark, serrated voice that adds to his sinister persona. Despite this brutality, he exhibits moments of precision and calculation, suggesting an intelligent mind behind the monstrous facade.

She didn't even get to her knees before he was roughly pulling and flipping her onto her back. Being so close allowed her to make out the ominous mask he wore, her scream of fear cut off and replaced with a pained groan when he punched her so suddenly.

Irissa had had an abusive boyfriend some years ago, but she had never been hit so hard before. Her subconscious was wondering whether he broke her jaw, her head lulling to the side and her hands coming up to push at her assailant, though her strength was significantly hindered at the moment. By the time her numbness started to fade, he was already getting a better grip, the brunette trying to twist away from him, kicking at his legs.

Jack growled as he pulled Irissa to her knees and struck her again, throwing his weight into his shoulder as he made contact with her cheek once more. The anger was almost steaming off him, like his violence and anger was burning out of him, leaving him slower and more focused. Jack couldn't notice the significant tonal shift of his movements, how he went from angry and violent to mow calculated and precise.

That second strike had knocked a substantial amount of energy out of the girl, as well as out of Jack. Yet he pulled her back to her knees and hoisted her up over his shoulder, carrying her from the trees. He headed along the dark sidewalk toward the edge of town, gently patting his hand along the back of her thigh and even at the edge of her butt, silently smiling beneath his blue mask.


She is Supergirl, also known as Kara Zor-El, who in her normal life goes by the name of Kara Danvers and works as a reporter for CatCo. She has a youthful appearance with characteristic blonde hair and blue eyes. As Supergirl, she wears a distinctive costume that changes back to her regular clothes when she puts on her glasses. In terms of personality, she is brave and determined, often putting herself at risk to save others. Despite her superhuman abilities, she shows vulnerability and fear when faced with danger beyond her control. She has a strong sense of morality and justice but can be naive at times, underestimating the depths of human depravity.

"Let's go to the officers over the road." Supergirl suggested, beckoning over towards the men stood next to their patrol cars. The rescued woman nodded and was happy to be escorted over.

The young hero's work was done for the day and as such, she flew away, looking for a high building to land on so she could hide her identity once again. Once she found one, she landed on the top and sighed, putting her glasses back onto her face and pushing them further up the bridge of her nose. As she did this, her costume changed, her regular clothes overlapping her suit. "Right. Back to Kara." She whispered to herself, not knowing that she was being watched closely.

Kara stretched her arms high above her head and walked to the maintenance door on the roof. She walked in, took the stairs to a lower floor and found the elevator, then used it to go to the lobby so she could leave. Once she hit the lobby floor, she walked out into the open air of the city and took in a deep, long breath. She heard a voice from across the road. "Hey Kara, how's it going!?" It questioned. The young woman stared toward where the voice came from and relief washed over her face quickly. It was just a friend. "It's going good! Thank you!" She yelled back, waving her hand high above her head so she could be seen through the huge crowd on the street.

The man walked away into the crowd and she looked around, then began to walk down the street, heading to where her apartment was located. "Long day. I deserve this break..." She told herself, walking down the darkened streets towards her home.

Maxwell Lord was the most influential business men in all of National City. He was even considered big time on a global scale. Lord was right behind Lex Luthor on the list of household name business men. But what most people didn't know was that Maxwell had a sinister plan in place to remove their favorite heroine from the picture. Lord had been doing his diabolical research for month after month after month. In fact it had been just shy of two years he had been planning this but he finally had all he needed.

Supergirl's secret identity was a closely guarded secret but he had finally found out she was Kara Danvers, the reporter for CatCo. He had been watching her ever since then quite closely while he was still researching her weakness, an even more secretive thing. But finally he had found it. Kryptonite. A glowing green rock that was a remnant of her own planet, Krypton, was enough to reduce her powers. Unless of course, he had discovered much to his delight, it was touching her skin. Then she would be completely powerless.

Today was finally the day she would be his. Following her as she walked through the streets he waited until she was away from the crowd and alone on the street. Then he dashed forward, Kryptonite rock in hand. Grabbing Kara from behind he slid his hand into her shirt and then underneath her bra before she could react. He then pulled it back leaving the chunk of Kryptonite wedged up under her bra, pressed against her soft breasts. "You're mine now. Supergirl!" He hissed in her ear menacingly.

Kara felt the rough skin of the man slide against hers as his hand went up her shirt and underneath her bra. She gasped loudly and suddenly felt weak, the jagged, rough edges of the green rock was trapped under her bra, the underwire holding it firmly in place. She tried to spin around, ready to fight, but she spun too fast, and fell down onto the ground in a heap, her thin pants tearing on the tarmac of the sidewalk quickly. "Fuck... I can't even... See..." She groaned, holding her head as it throbbed with pain as her powers drained quickly from her body.

She rolled onto her back and, through panting breaths, she tried desperately to unbutton her blouse, but her senses failed her and she couldn't even keep hold of the buttons. "Oh god..." She whimpered, her confidence failing her as she laid back onto the tarmac of the sidewalk, her eyes slowly coming to a close. The night sky, filled with stars was the last thing she saw before everything went black, her breathing still remaining steady, however.

Well that was unexpected, thought Maxwell. The rock had crippled her powers as expected, but it had also knocked her out. How would he be able to torture her if she was unconscious the whole time. The whole point of this was to make the heroine scream. He wanted her to feel the helplessness as he hurt her. Maybe a smaller stone would keep her powerless but awake.

But for now he took advantage of her unconscious state. He carried her to his car and drove to his most obscure warehouse location, which he had had abandoned just for this purpose. It was empty except for the tools of torment he had cooked up.

As soon as they arrived he took Kara inside. Stripping her naked except for the bra because it was holding the Kryptonite in place, he laid her on her back on the table. He used the shackles to lock her down tight, helpless and vulnerable as she was spread eagled. He placed a smaller rock of Kryptonite directly on her pussy and then removed her bra and the bigger rock. Now she was tied down and naked. Time to see if the smaller rock did the trick.

Kara awoke later that night, she rolled her head, as if waking up from a particularly terrible hangover. She groaned loudly and suddenly felt the cold of the night rush over her naked body. She looked down and saw her legs shackled down to a table and whimpered. She balled up her fists and tried to pull hard against the shackles. The shackles creaked a little, but no more than a normal human woman would be able to do.

"Shit. Fuck..." She grimaced, now feeling the rock pressed directly on her pussy. "Who the hell did this?!" She yelled, looking around into the deep darkness of the warehouse. She soon saw the silhouette of a man, her eyebrow furrowed as she tried to see the man better through the darkness. Soon, she saw him and gasped loudly. "Maxwell...." She whispered. "You'd better release me. Now." She demanded, struggling once again against her bonds as she glared over at him.

Finally she was awake. Maxwell approached the woman and smiled down at her. "You have no more powers Kara Zor-El. This fancy green rock permanently changes you into helpless little Kara Danvers." He laughed and picked up a knife. "And Kara Danvers is going to scream for me because she isn't invincible."

As he said invincible he stabbed her hand with the knife. It slid straight into the flesh with ease causing blood to spurt out of the fresh wound. As predicted the Kryptonite also removed the bulletproof nature of her skin.

Kara heard the sound of metal hitting a surface as he picked something up and she watched him even more intently than before. Her eyes filled with fear as she watched him approach, a knife in hand. She shook her head slowly as he came closer to her. He was now right in front of her. "You wouldn't..." She whispered, listening intently to his words. As he said the last word in his sentence, he brought the knife down into her hand and she let out a bloodcurdling screech. The scream echoed around the high roofed room and tears instantly formed in the corners of her eyes.

She looked up at her suspended arm and gasped, seeing the blood streaming down her hand and arm. "Oh god..." She cried, the salty tears now streaming from her eyes and down her face, covering her naked chest in a tiny amount of water. The pain was unbearable and she continued to scream, the cold air of the night somehow making the pain feel more intense. She didn't even struggle anymore. Her eyes fluttered as she watched the knife in her hand.

"You can... Still remove me. My cousin will find us..." She warned, sniffling back some tears as the blood further down her arm began to clog up, leaving a large pool of blood near to her armpit. Her mind raced. How had she gotten herself into this situation? She was so damn careless. Clark had warned her about this so many times, but she was too stupid to listen.

Leaving the knife in her hand Maxwell looked down at her with an evil grin. "Well would you look at that. Kryptonians do bleed." He unbuckled his pants and removed them followed by his underwear. His dick was hard as a rock. Her screams had turned him on, he was a sick and twisted man.

Removing the Kryptonite rock from her pussy he placed it in the gap between her two breasts. It was touching both breasts as it sat on her chest. "Now I am going to be the first human man to have sex with Supergirl." With that he rammed his dick into her pussy.

Kara shook her head violently as he stripped his clothes below the belt off. "Don't you dare. Don't even think about..." She whimpered, beginning to sob as she watched him remove the Kryptonite from her pussy and move it in between her breasts. She felt it press against her chest again and she stifled one more whimper, as she felt his dick slam into her pussy.

She yelped at the feeling and cried out. "Oh God..." She grunted, feeling his hard cock filling her up easily. "You... stop it..." She whispered, biting her lip to contain the pain from the brutal way he'd just slid his cock inside her. "You're... making a mistake..." She warned him again through bated breath.

"I'm sorry. But you are the one chained to a table with blood pouring from your hand. I'm not making a mistake Kara. This is exactly what I want to be doing." Maxwell laughed as he began to thrust in and out of her pussy hard and fast, raping her viciously.

Kara groaned in pain as the man's cock plunged in and out of her tight pussy. She felt his cock slamming against her and she tried her best to kick her legs, to no avail. Her hand was now absolutely coated in blood, she cried out in pain as he kept viciously raping her. "My god... please stop..." She whimpered, grunting in pain with each thrust that she was forced into enduring.

As he raped her, Maxwell had a vicious and cruel idea. It was perfect and his face lit up with a sinister smile. "Alright supergirl. I will give you three choices and you can take your pick. I promise I won't even choose a different one than you out of spite." He laughed at his own joke.

"Option #1. You beg me to cum inside your pussy and I will do so before leaving you alone for the rest of the day. Option #2. You beg me to cum on your face and I will bandage your poor little hand and let you rest for the rest of the day. Option #3. You tell me you don't want my cum in either of those places. Then I will cum all over your bare feet and then keep hurting you afterwards. Take your pick Kryotonian Slut!"

Kara kept crying as she was forced to pick one of the choices. She sighed and reluctantly picked one. "Obviously fucking option 2." It was clearly the easiest and best option of them all, all she had to do was endure his fucking cum on her face, and she'd be bandaged up and left alone for the rest of the day.

Kara's now slick pussy helped his cock pump in and out of her, whether or not she wanted it to or not and she whined, biting her lips hard to stifle some moans which were now unwillingly coming from her. She was biting so hard by now that she felt like her lips would rip apart and make her bleed out at any moment.

Maxwell grinned. He knew this rape was turning her on against her will and that made him love it even more. He continued to thrust viciously in and out of her wet pussy. He squeezed and groped her breasts trying to increase the amount of pleasure she was in. He wanted to leave her on the edge so she would be wanting more. "Great choice. Now start begging for my cum on your face, and make it convincing or I'll have to negate your choice."

Kara could no longer hold her pleasure as Maxwell began fucking her even harder and groping her breasts. She let out a long, deep moan and trailed it off with a breathy, but loud exclamation of. "Please fucking cum on my face, I need your cum so badly!" She wanted this over with, and anything that got this beast off of her, she would welcome. She even stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes after saying it, just to sell it.


A powerful and influential businessman, ranking just below Lex Luthor in terms of global recognition. He's be well-dressed and maintains an air of authority. However, beneath his polished exterior lies a sinister personality. He is ruthless, manipulative, and takes pleasure in others' suffering. His sadistic tendencies are evident in his enjoyment of physical and sexual torture. Furthermore, he displays a certain level of cunning and patience as he spends nearly two years researching Supergirl's weaknesses before acting on his diabolical plan.

Kara could no longer hold her pleasure as Maxwell began fucking her even harder and groping her breasts. She let out a long, deep moan and trailed it off with a breathy, but loud exclamation of. "Please fucking cum on my face, I need your cum so badly!" She wanted this over with, and anything that got this beast off of her, she would welcome. She even stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes after saying it, just to sell it.

It was perfect. The moan followed by the begging was enough to get Maxwell off. He pulled out of her pussy and ran to her head. His cock exploded, his thick, white cum splashing all over her face. Some even got into her hair.

After he recovered he smiled and set about bandaging her hand. With her powers turned off she didn't have faster healing. When he finished he looked down at her hoping her body was on fire with arousal. "Goodbye supergirl. I'll see you tomorrow." He laughed and exited the room. Not even attempting to wipe the cum that was still dripping down her face.


A demi-human, likely with husky-like features, implying he has fur, tail and other canine characteristics. His attire leans towards semi-formal, suggesting a degree of professionalism and an inclination towards neatness. He is quite charming and sociable, easily striking up conversations and relationships. However, his actions reveal him to be somewhat unfaithful and deceitful, especially in regards to his wife. Despite this, he shows an unusual fascination for pregnancy and the changes it brings about in female bodies. Furthermore, Roy is rather adventurous and open-minded given his willingness to engage in unconventional situations.

A few weeks ago, Roy walked into a local tavern after a long day at work to unwind and get his mind off issues at home. The husky demi-human definitely got what he wanted, but not in the way that expected. He met a wolf demi named Ashe and hit it off with her immediately. They drank, talked and danced well into the night, and the night eventually ended with a one-night stand. Roy quickly left Ashe as she fell asleep to return home as he realized how late it has gotten. He arrived back to his place around three in the morning and quietly entered, in hopes not to wake his slumbering pregnant wife.

As he entered the bedroom, he saw that his husky-demi wife was indeed fast asleep but her massive belly took up half the bed. The consequence of having his hyper gestating kid growing inside her. Roy's wife Baylee was 8 months pregnant, but due to the hyper gestation, the baby had developed to be a 16 to 17 year old child. Roy miraculously got into bed without disturbing Baylee. There were obviously questions the next morning that Baylee asked, but Roy played it cool and told her that she went out with co-workers after finishing up a late shift. She found the response reasonable for the time being, but there was a hint of doubt that lingered with her.

A week later Roy returned to the tavern where he meet Ashe to unwind once more as the long hours he was working was starting to take its toll, both on him and his relationship with Baylee. However, he quickly found out that Ashe had been waiting for him there as he soon felt a tap on his shoulder.

"So, THERE you are!" came the voice he'd heard from about a week ago, although it sounded a lot more sober and a lot more... direct, than last time. It was indeed Ashe, in all of her splendor. She wasn't hard to miss, standing at around six foot, eye-to-eye with most guys she met, and with curves in all of the important places; She had a rack that looked like she was smuggling two basketballs under clothes and a booty so thick that it looked like it wanted to escape her pants. The black haired, busty wolf babe had yet another curve on her frame this time, however, to stretch out her already stretched clothes; A curve of fertility... she looked like she was nine-months pregnant!

Ashe quickly pushed Roy down into a seat, and immediately straddled him, keeping him pinned down beneath her, her swollen orb of a stomach helping massively in that regard. She planted her hands on his shoulders. "Now, Roy-Boy, as you can see, I've had a kind of... change, since we last met" She told him. Even with the pregnancy, she still rocked a black top that exposed her mid-riff, and a pair of daisy-dukes, both items always seeming to struggle with their respective loads, all under an unbuttoned black leather jacket. Edgy.

"Now, I sleep around a bit, but this ain't never happened with my regular fuck-buddies, and since you're my newest squeeze, my eyes are on you, handsome" She purred. It was hard to tell if she was angry or teasing him. "You put this thing in me, and I dunno how it's getting so big so fast, but I know you're going to make it up to me somehow, aren't you?" She remarked, a smile flashing across her face.

"Ashe!!" Was all Roy was able to get out before the wolfess started to pin him down. He did get a glimpse of her new pregnant belly, which he was little taken aback by at first but then smirked a bit as he felt it and her breasts press against him as he was pinned. "But of course!" The semi-formally dressed husky replied to making it up to her; taking her tone as a teasing/playful one. He put his hands on either side of the Ashe's belly and starts to rub it a bit "Seems my seed is just as potent with other canine demis..." He muttered to himself. "Well it certainly looks like I owe you an explanation at the very least. How about over some dinner?" Roy offered. "Consider it a first step in making things right." He smirked

"Well, it better be a big dinner, since it looks like I'm eating for two... I think it's two, anyway" Ashe said with a smirk, before she grinned as she felt Roy's hands against her exposed, swollen belly. "Heh, looks like you don't seem to mind it, I was almost a little worried you wouldn't be into preggos" She told him, toying with his hair a little. "So, dinner? Sure thing, Roy-boy... make it a good one, and you can keep making it up to me" She purred, suggestively, pressing a little closer, so that her belly and her breasts were against him, before she pulled herself off of him, standing back up.

Roy smirked back at the eating for two comment "Don't worry..." I motion for a waiter to come over. "...you can order whatever you'd like. I'll cover it" He offered; not really knowing what she was hungry for. "Hehe. I love preggos" Roy said gripping her belly. "I love watching them grow too. Which, unfortunately, my wife has stopped doing so in the past month or two..." Roy then started to explain to Ashe of how his sperm is capable of hyper gestation after the waiter took their order.

His parents learned that early on during the pregnancy that Roy was at a high risk of being susceptible to a deadly disease and so, they dumped pretty much all of their money into an experimental genetic manipulation treatment. The treatment was a success but left him with the super potent sperm. "...the doctors even said they don't know how this happened. They only thing they told me was to be careful having sex from here on out. Tch! So much for that!" He smirked and gave the wolfs belly a pat as the waiter returned with their food.

"Well, gotta be honest with you, Roy-boy, it feels like I'm packing twins in here, so I think, if this seed of yours is so potent, I've got a long ways to grow" Ashe remarked, slouching back against her seat, one arm rested on the back, with her other hand rested upon the dome of her belly. "It's already making other parts of me swell up too" She said, with a chuckle. "Like, my tits are at least two cups bigger, I've had to buy new bras... and I've been leaking milk too" She said, unashamedly, not at all caring if anyone was listening to them. "And I actually ripped a pair of jeans with how ass his gotten bigger, and my hips too... if this keeps up, I might have to spend my time naked instead" She said, with a giggle.

When their food arrived, it was abundantly clear that Ashe had ordered more... way WAY more, than Roy had. It looked like all the food she had was attempting surround Roy's own food.

"Oh, I don't doubt you dear! You are fairly bigger than that bore of wife when she was a week along." Roy snickered a little at his small jab at his wife. He smiled some more and grew more infatuated as Ashe emphasized her belly to him. "Hmm. Interesting!" Roy remarked as she mention her growing and leaking bust to him, He was about to make the statement of wanting to get a taste sometime, but we was much more weary of those around him than Ashe was. When as finished, Roy chuckle. "You're almost making it sound like that's a bad thing." I say giving you a wink.

The huskies eyes widened a bit as he saw how much food the waiter brought out. He knew the Ashe order a little bit more than him but seeing how much food that took him aback. A slight grimace came across his face as thought about how much this was going to cost him, but as his sight returned to Ashe and her belly, he knew that it was going to be worth it. With that, he started to dig into his food.

"Well, I was always big in the best places anyway, a little extra... well, probably a lot extra growth, won't bother me that much... there's no such thing as too much of a good thing, right?" Ashe remarked to him with a chuckle. "I don't know if they do maternity wear for how big I'm sure I'm going to get, so I'm probably going to be having this belly out on display for a while" She said, smirking, and rubbing her huge middle with a loving, and rather aroused, fervor.

When the food arrived, she barely even waited for it to all be sat down. She dove in, devouring plates full of food and leaving them with nothing, and doing so at such an incredible speed. It was likely that she would somehow finish her meal before Roy finished his!

"Absolutely!" Was Roy's response to Ashe's remark and chuckled as well. "Well from my... previous searches, there isn't any. Which is perfectly fine by me. Bare bellies are the best bellies!" He winked and laughed. He could help but to be in a constant state of arousal around her as she rubbed her belly.

Roy took his time eating and occasionally watched the wolf scarf down plate after plate of food. He had never seen someone eat with such gusto before. Not even his wife had this big of an appetite and she was at the end of her pregnancy. Ashe did end up finishing every single plate before Roy finished his, and all he could do was smile as he notice that her belly swelled a bit. "Man, who would have guessed that those two would have given you quite the appetite!"

"Yeah..." Ashe replied, with a bit of a huff as she looked down at her empty plates. "...to be honest, I'm kinda still hungry... So I hope you've got room for dessert, because I sure do!" She told him brightly, giving him a grin. She'd noticed just how fixated his eyes were upon her belly, and smirked, putting both her hands down to rub along the sides of her swollen belly, sitting back and relaxed. "You're looking at me like you're wondering how big I can get... well, tell you what; Buy me desert, and maybe I'll think about letting you put ANOTHER ONE in there" She said, with a grin. "Why settle for twins when I can have triplets, after all?" She suggested.

"I think I still have some room. Though, I'm impressed that you still do at all after all of that." I say with a smile as I see you starting to rub your belly. "Hehe. You can already read me just like a book huh?" Was his response to wonder if how big she can get as he gave a huge grin, but then he went wide-eyed for a quick moment at her suggestion before giving his reply. "Well, cutie, if you can truly make that happen, then you can have all the desert that you want." He said with the slightest hint of doubt that she could actually follow through with this since she's already pregnant, but if it were true, the money he was going to spend on food alone tonight would have been more than well spent.

"Well, hell, if your spunk does this to me, maybe it's strong enough to do it again" Ashe remarked with a shrug, before grinning at him. "Well, don't you know how to treat a lady" She purred, as she put a hand on her pregnant belly, seductively rubbing it and biting her lip towards him. "Well, looks like dessert's on you then, Roy-boy... and I think I've got quite a sweet tooth right now"

When the waiter came over to see if they wanted desserts, Ashe wasted no time in... basically ordering all of them, three times over.

"Hehe. It hasn't worked with the wife so far but maybe that's just because I needed to experiment with someone different." He winked and grinned back. Roy's arousal continued to build as he could barely take his eyes off her. The moment was only interrupted when the waiter returned. When he did, Roy only put in for one small order for dessert, but when herd what the pregnant wolfess was getting, he gulped heavily. *My bank account isn't going to survive if this keeps up. I've got to think up of something if...* a huge grin came across his face as he had an epiphany. *...hehe. This is going to be good.* With a plan now in mind, and with Ashe finally done ordering, his attention returned to her.

"Wow. I'm surprised your still that hungry after all of that Ashe. I mean, it looks like you've gained quite the food baby already." He smirks as he noticed her more swollen gut.

Ashe gave another sultry grin back to Roy after she'd ordered. "I'd bet you'd love it if I was sitting on your dick, with a huge belly full of oh-so many little ones, all yours, to rub and kiss and... make bounce" She purred at him, completely uncaring of whatever any neighboring table might think of her language; The wolf was an absolute slut even whilst pregnant, and seemed pretty damned proud of it.

She continued to rub her belly after he noticed the bulging of her already swollen belly. "Yeah, I know, I don't know what's up with me, I've never really felt this hungry before... I don't even normally eat this much. I hope all these desserts fill me up, otherwise you might be taking me to another place to eat" She told him with a snicker.

Roy grinned and the wolf girl's sultry comment. The suggestive remarks clearly starting to have an effect on him as his stiffening member press against the fabric of his pants "Indeed I would!" The husky leaned in to the table, still being conscious of the people around, and proposed in a hushed tone. "Maybe we should do that once we're done here, hm?" He leans back and winks at her and listens to her about her growing appetite. "Well don't worry, I know just the place to go if that's the case." He said confidently and then sultry added. "After we have some fun of course."

"Well, I just hope those deserts hurry up then" Ashe huffed with a smirk. "You've got no idea how damn horny having this belly pressing against me is making me" Ashe remarked, slouching back in her seat once more. "Honestly, the sooner I'm full, the sooner you can fill me up" She told him with a wink.

"Hehe. I could practically say the same" Replied Roy with a smirk to Ashe's horny comment. He then got a hold of the waiter after Ashe's last comment and told him to bring the desserts out as the become ready. The waiter nodded and immediately started bringing out some of them out.

Roy's dessert was part of this first batch and he polished it off rather quickly. His eagerness to having some fun with the pregnant wolf before him more then likely played a role in that. All that was left was to watch his beautiful pregnant mistress devour her desserts.


A wolf-demi possessing lupine features such as fur, ears and tail. She stands tall at six feet with an hourglass figure accentuated by her large breasts and voluptuous hips. Her attire tends to be revealing, often struggling to contain her generous curves. Black hair and a leather jacket add an edgy touch to her appearance. Ashe is bold and direct, unafraid of expressing her desires or showing off her body. She has a playful side too, often teasing Roy in their interactions. Despite the rapid changes in her body due to pregnancy, she remains confident and unfazed---even embracing these changes with excitement. Her insatiable appetite hints at a voracious nature not just for food but perhaps life itself.

"Well, I just hope those deserts hurry up then" Ashe huffed with a smirk. "You've got no idea how damn horny having this belly pressing against me is making me" Ashe remarked, slouching back in her seat once more. "Honestly, the sooner I'm full, the sooner you can fill me up" She told him with a wink.


A man of imposing stature, capable of physically dominating his victims. He possesses an intimidating presence. He has a cold and ruthless personality, taking pleasure in the fear and suffering of others. His actions suggest he is methodical and meticulous, traits often found in serial killers. He exhibits sadistic tendencies, relishing in both psychological manipulation and physical harm towards his captives. Despite this brutality, Andrew also displays a twisted sense of care for his victims by providing them with food and basic necessities before tormenting them further.

"Good," Andrew agreed and got up from the mattress, pausing for a moment to watch Landon curl up before he leaned down to check the chains were secure and once he was he went upstairs. He let Juniper out of the basement and closed the door behind him, locking it and going to get ready for bed.

He slept well that night and the next morning he got up got ready for the day, showering and getting dressed before going down to make scrambled eggs, toast, and a fruit smoothie for breakfast. It was easy to make a bit extra but he ate first, the eggs would be a bit cool and the smoothie a bit melted by the time it got to Landon but at least it was real food.

Once he had eaten and fed his pets he headed down to the basement, blocking any of the animals from coming down with him this time. "Good morning, I brought you some breakfast," he said going to put the plate and the class down next to the mattress.

As predicted Landon barely slept that night. He tossed and turned most of the night trying to keep comfortable. By time he fell asleep he wasted most of the night away. He was still fast asleep when the basement door finally opened. Hearing the door his body jumped and forced him awake. He lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. As he started to wake up he smelled the food. It made his stomach rumble. Landon was starting to sit up when Andrew leaned down to set down the plate and glass. "Thank you," he commented before bringing the plate to rest on his lap. He was surprisingly he was even getting a meal but he wasn't complaining.

Landon took a bite of the eggs first. They were cold but a hungry stomach doesn't care. He ate the toast with the eggs, periodically getting a drink from the melted smoothie. It was melting but he thought the taste was still good, although he much preferred a cold glass of milk, orange juice, or a hot coffee. Ah... coffee. That would probably be a luxury now. When he was done he sat the plate aside once more. Landon looked a little sheepish now, something clearly on his mind. When he finally spoke he sounded hesitant. "Can I um... use the bathroom?"

Andrew ignored Landon as he ate, there was some cleaning still to do from his kill yesterday so he did that, cleaning the blood off of his tools and sharpened knives he'd used to cut that silly girl up into pieces. He needed to make sure there was no DNA evidence, of course like any serial killer he had his mementos but they were in the form of DVDs hat only ever passed through closed systems no one else would be able to access. They were kept in a safe in a side room to the basement where the TV he used to watch them was, That door was locked and so was the basement so no one would stumble on any of this.

He glanced up when he heard the click of the dishes being put down and put down the knife he'd been cleaning going to take the dishes, putting them on the the bottom of the steps so he wouldn't forget to bring them upstairs. He rolled his eyes and sighed at the question but he nodded and went over to unlock the cuffs around Landon's wrists. "There's one through there," he said pointing at the door. "It doesn't lock, come back out as soon as your done," he ordered softly, he would not put up with any dilly dallying.

Landon felt relieved he was allowed to go. If he wasn't he'd have to hold it even longer. He rubbed his wrists after the cuffs fell off. "Oh... OK. I'll be quick." It would've do any good to provoke a killer. He got up off the mattress and hurried off towards the door Andrew said was the bathroom. The door swung open and closed behind him. When he turned he realized there was indeed no lock. He'd have to do his business and come out so Andrew didn't get suspicious of him. For now he wasn't up to anything. He really did just have to use the bathroom before his bladder burst.

Landon turned away to do his business. When he was done he stood in front of the sink to wash his hands. The sound of running water could be heard from outside, and soon it shut off. Landon dried his hands. When he opened the door he reluctantly walked back to the mattress to sit back down. He looked back up to Andrew. "OK I'm done." He expected the cuffs to be put back on so he held up his hands and waited.

Andrew watched Landon closely as he went to the bathroom, making sure he didn't stray towards any of the shelves around the room that might have something he could use on them. He got up from where he was sitting and wandered closer, just so that when Landon came back out Andrew could walk with him back, making sure he didn't do anything stupid. Which he didn't, it seemed like he would have gone back on his own which made the killer smile a little.

"Well at least your well behaved enough," he commented approvingly. Rather then cuffing him again right away he grabbed one of Landon's wrists and used it to pull him closer, pushing his other hand up under the back of the other man's shirt so he could run it up over Landon's back. "Now we get started," he purred dangerously, clearly excited for whatever he planned to do to Landon today. "Starting with getting you out of these clothes since they'll just be in the way for now," he added, tugging up the back of Landon's shirt to tug it off and toss it aside.

Instead of being cuffed again Andrew grabbed his wrist and forced him in closer. Landon recoiled with a frown on his face. "What are you doing?" He questioned but Andrew was already doing his own thing. Andrew's hand slipped beneath his shirt, his hand grazing over his back as it trailed up. Landon's back arched as it trying to avoid the touch. He doesn't want to "get started." Not if it involved taking his clothes off, which it seemed to be rapidly heading in that direction. His shirt was forced up and over his head. Finally he was left shirtless. Really, Landon doesn't have a bad figure. His body was smaller but lean. He wasn't a scrawny thing. He could really pull his weight if he decided to put up a fuss.

Which it seemed he might do. Landon tried to pull his wrist back out of Andrew's grip. "Do I really have to be naked?" He said he'd do anything but he didn't think this would be something Andrew wanted. It was leaving him regretting his words. "Isn't there something else I can do?" Landon chuckled nervously as he still tried to lean back and get away.

Andrew looked Landon over with interest, he was a attractive man, Andrew hadn't really questioned if the other man was but this was really what he'd been worried about. Mostly he went for scrawny and small men and women who he could easily over power without much fuss, with some time he could always make Landon weaker but for now he could be a threat. It was because of that that he decided to at least go along with Landon's objections.

"Fine," he growled pushing Landon back against the mattress again. "Give me your hands," he ordered, that shouldn't be hard given that Landon had done that before. Once he was chained again Andrew would safely have the upper hand to take what he wanted from Landon no matter what he thought or said. Andrew reached up and grabbed the cuffs so he could close them back around Landon's wrists and then shorten the free part of the chain until Landon's hands were almost completely trapped.

Andrew caught him by surprise but he managed to fall back on his elbows instead of flat on his back. Oh... maybe Andrew was really backing off? He did say he'd sometimes listen to objections. Perhaps he'd be given something else to do. Landon sat back up but held up his wrists this time. He held them still so the cuffs could be put back on. His eyes followed as the cuffs were cuffed around his wrists. They felt cold and a little heavy around his wrists. Once they were on his hands dropped down and rested on the mattress. So far he wasn't suspecting anything of Andrew. Not until the chain was being shortened.

He'd frown as the chain kept getting smaller. "Wait what are you doing?" Landon would question before panic set in. The chain got shorter and was forcing him to move so he could lean down. Soon enough his hands were left completely immobile. If he wasn't worried before he was now. His stomach twisted and he was looking at Andrew nervously. Now the anxiety and panic was starting to get him. He'd desperately tug at the chains but of course they didn't budge. "This- this isn't funny!" Was Andrew really intending to do something to him? In his fit of anxiety his fingertips started to tremble.

Andrew looked down at Landon disdainfully, securing the chain with a lock once it was at the length he approved of. He ran his hands over the other man's chest, "What I'm doing is taking what I want," he murmured coldly. His hands reached Landon's shoulders and he grabbed the fair haired man's throat again, tilting his head up a little so he was forced to look in the killers eyes. "Have we already reached the limit of what you're willing to do? So much for being willing to do anything~" He sniggered before letting go of Landon's neck again.

He got up and went to his desk, picking up a knife and a small handheld blowtorch, bringing them back over to the bed. "Would you rather we use these?" He asked, sitting on the mattress and moving to straddle Landon's hips to keep him properly pinned down. "I could cut a nice little pattern into your skin and then burn it to stop the bleeding, leave you with some nice scars~ If you live long enough to heal," he trailed the knife along Landon's chest without cutting yet. "Or maybe brand you with my name, that would be fun for me."

Landon winced as Andrew's hand wrapped around his throat. It was a familiar feeling and not one he liked. He was forced to look up, revealing the terrified look in his eyes. Andrew was just patronizing him now. When he said he meant anything he didn't think Andrew would desire such perverted acts. That was the last thing that had crossed his mind. Now he was paying for it. He swallowed after his throat was released. Suddenly Andrew got up and walked over to a desk. Landon lifted his head to see what Andrew was doing. Seeing what Andrew grabbed his eyes widened. His wrists pulled against the chains again in a futile effort to get away. The new additions only served to terrify him more.

Landon visibly stiffened, glancing between Andrew and the items. The other straddled him, in turn making him stay still. He watched the knife carefully trail over his chest. It was so close he felt afraid to even breath in fear of getting cut. "No, no! I don't prefer t-these!" He quickly denied in hopes Andrew wouldn't do anything to him. If he had to choose he'd rather have the first option. It would be traumatic but at least he won't have to go through immense pain. He felt like he was already starting to sweat as his heart raced. "Please don't," he begged after Andrew's idea of branding him. Begging probably won't work but he'll sure try.

Andrew narrowed his eyes as Landon denied this too and shook his head. "You're pathetic, what did you think I'd ask for when you said you'd do anything? Being asked to cook for me or some shit like that? I can look after myself and I have my animals from companionship. What I want from you is your screams and a warm hole I can fuck and, frankly, it's stupid and naive that you didn't think of that when you promised 'anything'." He scoffed, opening a shallow cut over one of Landon's hip bones.

"Tell me what you thought you were promising," he demanded, shifting down to lick the cut, tasting the blood with a soft hum of pleasure, he liked it. He pushed Landon's legs apart so he could settle between them like it was no big deal.

Landon winced when the knife cut his hip. The blood swelled and rolled down his skin. Luckily the cut wasn't deep but it did sting. He lifted his head to look down at the cut. His eyes widened as Andrew leaned down towards it, his tongue running and catching the blood. A disgusted look flashed over his face that not only was from Andrew licking him but also licking blood. Hearing Andrew's question he looked away. Well, what was he expecting? He was thinking but jumped as his legs were spread apart. "I—um..." he swallowed and looked away again.

"I... really didn't think you'd let me live. I also um... didn't think you'd be into guys so-" he hadn't anticipated Andrew immediately going after sex. "I would've done anything but sex... when I thought you were straight at least." Now he was finding out rather harshly Andrew wanted more than what he was willing to give. Nonetheless he has to comply if he wants his life.

It was a good thing that Andrew didn't see the look on Landon's face or he would have been hurt much worse, the killer hated feeling like people were looking down on him. "Oh you're not safe yet," He told Landon with a smirk. "I let you live the night but you only last as long as you keep me happy, or until you give up and decide you'd rather die." He didn't even know what the silly man thought he would be doing if he wasn't willing to be fucked and wasn't willing to be hurt, perhaps he just thought Andrew was pathetic and lonely or...

"So, if I caught someone else and brought them home would you hurt them for me?" He asked tilting his head to the side. "Was that something you considered in your 'anything'? It won't get you out of this but that might be fun for me," he chuckled. He sat up on his heals and ran his hands down Landon's thighs absently, not really paying attention to how he was touching the other man.


A young man of smaller stature with a lean physique. He has fair hair and exhibits signs of physical attractiveness. His personality is submissive and compliant, largely due to his precarious situation. However, there are hints of resilience and determination in his attempts to negotiate with Andrew. Despite his fear, he's resourceful enough to try and manipulate the situation for survival. He has guilt and anxiety about potentially hurting others, indicating a moral compass despite his desperate circumstances.

It was a good thing that Andrew didn't see the look on Landon's face or he would have been hurt much worse, the killer hated feeling like people were looking down on him. "Oh you're not safe yet," He told Landon with a smirk. "I let you live the night but you only last as long as you keep me happy, or until you give up and decide you'd rather die." He didn't even know what the silly man thought he would be doing if he wasn't willing to be fucked and wasn't willing to be hurt, perhaps he just thought Andrew was pathetic and lonely or...

"So, if I caught someone else and brought them home would you hurt them for me?" He asked tilting his head to the side. "Was that something you considered in your 'anything'? It won't get you out of this but that might be fun for me," he chuckled. He sat up on his heals and ran his hands down Landon's thighs absently, not really paying attention to how he was touching the other man.

The question caught him off guard. Landon's lips pursed and his eyes looked elsewhere. He couldn't imagine hurting someone else intentionally. It... just never came to him as something he could enjoy. Even so when it came to his life he was being selfish. He wants to live... and that came with the price of doing anything. So, he has to open his legs for this demented man and... and maybe hurt people. "If it comes down to my life then... yes." He felt guilty even saying it. Landon can say this all he wants but would he really be able to physically do it? He wasn't quite sure.

His gut twisted as Andrew started to feel up his thighs. Andrew seemed to be doing it absentmindedly but Landon was hyper aware of every touch. He didn't want to be subjected to this, but does he have a choice? No. Landon bit the inside of his cheeks. Andrew his sitting on him too so he can't pull away from the touch. "J-just please- stop teasing and get this over with!" The anticipation was nerve wracking. If Andrew wants sex then he just wants it done and over quickly.