An attractive, young woman with a professional demeanor. As a teacher, she carries herself with grace and authority, often dressed in formal attire that accentuates her figure. However, she also has a casual side to her personality that is reflected in her preference for comfortable clothing like yoga pants and baggy t-shirts when at home. She's intelligent and passionate about her interests, particularly kitsunes. Despite being pursued by Hydee, Amy shows restraint and ethical considerations due to their student-teacher relationship. Yet beneath this exterior lies the nature of a kitsune---seductive and mysterious---hinting at a more complex personality than what she typically presents.

Amy looked up from the desk, she was just starting to plan out a few weeks in advance her lessons when Hydee came along and two gorgeous breasts hung in her face. "My dear, your age is of no concern to me." She said pushing beck her student ID "I don't know what you consider professional and unprofessional around here but you see I have my own standards, top of the list is not bending sexy students over my desk." She smiled and stood across from the desk and leaned over slipping her finger between the girl's cleavage and pulled her shirt up just a bit to keep her own mouth from watering "Now if you wait patiently till the end of the semester I can take you home for more intimate reasons in comparison to moving boxes." She smiled "You see I just moved to the town, my house isn't exactly unpacked yet with how busy I was preparing today's lesson which you ignored, I couldn't do it myself. I was going to spend the day planning out our third unit but you seem to rather spend time doing constructive things after school than in, I can comply to that since your cute."

Hydee found she was going to have to relent... for now. She pulled away, re-buttoned her top and said calmly. "After semester. Might just hold you to that. Though I'm a decent organizer. Have to be, having my own garage band. Now, about this book...? Kitsune traditions? I thought this was history not social studies." By Hydee's words, Miss Amy would know she skimmed through it during lunch, and that Hydee knew Kitsunes were real.

Amy smiled seeing Hydee knew of kitsunes well. "History and social studies are very closely related, Kitsunes play a large part in ancient cultures but most have lost all belief or knowledge of what they are. Nothing is as important as werewolves and vampires right? and you could say it's a topic held dear to my heart." Amy knew wolf spirits, similar to werewolves and other mammal hybrids existed, she even dated one herself but vampires were just absurd. If Hydee knew a great deal about kitsunes, she may also know that they feed off of sexual activity. She would grow too weak if she waited all the way through the semester, that is, if she ever found out about her being such a creature. "I'll take you to my house." She grabbed her book bag and cardigan, "So tell me, have you learned anything interesting about the creatures yet?"

"I'm afraid I just skimmed over it." Hydee said with a shrug. "According to myth, they can resemble humans, and their ears are sometimes visible. They look like foxes, and I happen to like foxes, so my curiosity is piqued. Not exactly sure how they survive, or what their traditions are, so I might actually like the book." Hydee seemed more human and humane then the girl who was trying to seduce her teacher like earlier.

Amy smiled at her as they walk out of the school "That's too bad you just skimmed, I'd hate to give away the best parts." She was pleased her mate already had an interest in foxes and kitsunes. Was this what destiny was? What having a mate means? Someone already attracted to and already accepting of what she was? Though Hydee knew nothing of what she was, Amy was sure she would accept. Now the only thing that she had to do was getting her to fall for her, at least just a little bit before everything else was spilled to her. She unlocked the doors to her black Sudan and sat in the driver's seat. "You mentioned you have a garage band, what is it called?" Amy had asked as she buckled up and started the engine. She turned on the music but left it low just for background noise.

Hydee got in the passenger front seat, buckled in, and said "The Hytops. H-Y. All four of us girls wear high top shoes," she pointed to her 'sneakers' that she considered more of an athletic shoe than 'gym shoes' or 'sneakers'. "As for vampires, that's what doctors are. Not. Interested." She had said who she considered real-life vampires pretty much tongue-in-cheek. When she got to the not interested part... it was stone-cold belief. Sure the doctor makes tons of money, but they draw blood. Eeww. Quickly changing the subject, she asked, "What brought you to Atwood, anywho?"

Amy had to laugh a little when the girl spoke of her little interest in vampires. What a rare gem she found. "I suppose a doctors job is less than pleasant even for them. Self-sacrificing for the benefit of others I would think." She added as she continued to drive. "Though my own distaste for the profession is why I became a teacher." Hydee then asked an interesting question, what brought her to Atwood? "I actually grew up just a few towns over, this was the closest school willing to hire a teacher fresh out of collage, otherwise my only option was tutoring." Amy smiled "But for being an only option job it seems to be going well."

Hydee's gears began turning. Two towns over? Mecklinburg to the south, Nomo to the east, the town named for the 49th state to the north, and Boot Junction to the west; which technically was in the next state. Ms. Amy didn't appear to be a Nomo-ite, but one could never tell. As they got to the teacher's house, Hydee was near beside herself. "Okay... I give. Which town, two over?" Only Alaska had a school even in town... and yeah, no self respecting teacher would put up with that district super's very chilly disposition. The other towns had schools nearby, though not "in town".

Amy smiled as she parked her car in front of her house "Mecklinburg." She said. It was a big town with a low population, a cluster of civilization was called the Mecklin Village, it was a quaint little area by a small lake. Around the village most were widely scattered with woods between neighbors. Amy had grown up in a cottage on the side of the lake opposing the village with no other housing on either side. Given the privacy it was the perfect place to raise a young kitsune. Amy got out of the car pulling her bag out. "I lived on the lake across from the village." She added going up the steps. "Have you ever been to Stony Lake before? or went shopping in the village?" Either way, someday Amy would want to take the girl up their someday to spend the day.

"Stoney Lake!" Hydee went dreamy-eyed for a moment as she re-called the summers fishing at that lake with her dad. How it had to be to grow up there! "Fishing's superb," she exclaimed coming from her trance, unfastening her belt and getting out. She accidentally showed more leg than intended, as she knew she was there to help unpack and organize, not flirt. "and Stoney Bridge Dairy Shoppe's home-made ice cream was the BOMB! I haven't been there since I started my band during my freshman year." She skipped up the walk, head high. She noticed roses in one corner. That was her favorite flower. Too bad they didn't come in her favorite color,violet, naturally.

Amy was glad the girl seemed to know a bit about the area and liked it "I agree, their ice cream is the best and I love how they serve big scoops for barely anything, have you tried their fudge mountain sundae? It's incredible." She said walking inside. Standing in the doorway all you could see were brown boxes all piled up, some opened but most not. The rest of her house was the same except for the kitchen which was in the middle of getting a fresh coat of paint and a few other rooms that were up next. "We should start in the study, it's mostly done because I needed it for work but then there is the daunting task of organizing the books and putting them on the shelves." She smiled as she set the keys on one of the boxes. "Follow me and I'll show you where it is." She said, walking down the hall and dancing around random boxes. "Careful not to trip dear."

Hydee winced upon hearing about the sundae. "Where'd you put it all? Dad always had to finish mine." She finally said. She maneuvered past the boxes, following Ms. Amy to the study where she immediately checked out the bookshelf. She picked up a tome the size of War and Peace, but titled Kitsune History. Her eyes bugged out; the teacher wasn't kidding about kitsunes being her favorite subject! "How do you want these alphabetized? Author or Title?"

Amy thought about it, for her the tittle of a book came to mind before the authors name. "Tittle please." She said "I'll be back in a second I just want to go change into something more comfortable." she left the room, heading upstairs to her bedroom. She had her bed and an empty drawer and a vanity plus more boxes that were half open with clothes spilling out. She had things that would get too wrinkled already hung up but nothing else in her room was put away. Amy searched through a box of casual cloths before grabbing a pair of yoga pants and a baggy gray tee with paint stains on it. She also took off her lipstick and wrapped up her hair in a messy bun. Amy them returned downstairs to her office. She grabbed another box and sat it down on the office chair.


A bold and confident 16 years old high school girl, who isn't afraid to express her attraction towards others. She's stylish, often seen wearing high top shoes as part of her band's signature look. Her flirtatious nature extends beyond mere playfulness; she has the determination and persistence to pursue what she wants, even if it involves crossing boundaries. Despite this assertiveness, Hydee also possesses a softer side that reveals itself in moments of genuine interest and curiosity---such as her fascination with kitsunes. She's also practical and organized, skills likely honed from managing her own garage band.

Amy thought about it, for her the tittle of a book came to mind before the authors name. "Tittle please." She said "I'll be back in a second I just want to go change into something more comfortable." she left the room, heading upstairs to her bedroom. She had her bed and an empty drawer and a vanity plus more boxes that were half open with clothes spilling out. She had things that would get too wrinkled already hung up but nothing else in her room was put away. Amy searched through a box of casual cloths before grabbing a pair of yoga pants and a baggy gray tee with paint stains on it. She also took off her lipstick and wrapped up her hair in a messy bun. Amy them returned downstairs to her office. She grabbed another box and sat it down on the office chair.

While the teacher was upstairs getting changed, Hydee had removed all the books in one of many boxes and arranged them in order. If the title started with 'a', 'an' or 'the', it was the second word. If Amy wanted 'A Mixed Bag of Anecdotes' for example, it was in the 'M's. 'The Count of Monte Cristo' was in the 'C's, and so on. By the time the woman returned, who looked cuter to Hydee plain than she had professional, and got a wolf-whistle, Hydee was on her second box. Kitsune History had yet to go onto the shelf, and was now on the chapter's questions page at the end of chapter one.


A young, 8-year-old girl, small and delicate for her age. She is be quiet and compliant, often succumbing to authority figures out of fear or respect. Despite being subjected to harsh treatment, she shows resilience and determination in standing up for herself when wronged. This suggests an inner strength within her despite the external timidity.

Lily stood there just wiggling around trying to get used to the pain. To her surprise, the burning started to go away after a little while, and she was able to relax just a little bit. However, she still had five minutes left to go and her bottom still was burning from the other things that had happened. Once it was finally over, and she was told she could go back to class, she went and got her clothes before changing into them.

After she was dressed, she quickly rushed back to her classroom. What if she told Miss Derby about what the principal did? Maybe she would believe her. Once she was inside the classroom, she went over to Miss Derby and looked up at her. "U-Um, Miss Derby, can I speak with you in private sometime?"

# Miss Derby looked at her and nodded. "We were going to have a little meeting after school today anyway. So is this something important but not urgent and can wait until then? Or is this something urgent that you need to tell me right now? Because if it is, like if someone is in danger right now, then we can step outside and discuss it." She waited for the response rather than leaping to any kind of conclusion.

Lily stayed silent and listened to what Miss Derby had to say. Once she finished, she took her hand. "I-it's really urgent." She then walked with her out into the hallway and took a few seconds to compose herself. "U-um, well you see. You know how I've been sent to the office twice. W-well, Mister Hammond, he did bad things to me, not punishment either. H-he stuck his thingy inside of my private area the first time, and this time, he stuck it into my bottom." After she finished speaking, she looked up to her teacher, hoping she would believe what she had to say.

"Lily, I want you to think about how you were already in big trouble for lying. Consider that for a moment, and how telling more lies has only made things worse for you. So if you are sure that you are telling the truth, show me your bottom hole. If it doesn't look stretched and hurt, then I will know you are lying. And the trouble you will be in will be bigger than you can imagine. But if you're telling the truth, I will see that, and then yes, he will be in the biggest trouble. So go ahead and show me... otherwise, you can admit that you made that up. And you will still be in a lot of trouble, but you can at least not double down on a lie." She didn't believe Lily, that was clear. However, she also didn't know that Lily's anus had been caned quite hard that morning—and the welts of that were going to cover up any other damage, just as the headmaster had planned.

Lily was happy to hear that Miss Derby was giving her a chance to prove herself. "OK, Miss Derby, just give me a second." She pulled down her underwear and bent over, reaching back and spreading her cheeks for Miss Derby. "D-do you see it, Miss Derby? Is the headmaster in a lot of trouble now?" Of course, she couldn't have known that the signs of what he did would have been covered up by the caning.

Miss Derby did indeed take a close look. However, all she saw were the cane welts and how they made Lily's anus swell up—indeed, if anything, her bottom hole was tighter than normal due to the swelling. "Lily. This doesn't look like he put anything inside you. Your bottom hole looks tight, indeed it looks almost closed from the swelling here. The only damage I see is from the caning. If you said he caned your bottom hole, that would be true. However, that would also be within his rights. But you said he did something else completely."

She took one of Lily's hands and said, "Come with me into the classroom. You're getting an on-the-spot punishment for lying, but I think after school we need to have a chat with your mother and with Mister Hammond."

Lily stayed still as Miss Derby examined her. Once she heard her start to speak, she frowned hearing the things she was saying. "W-what no, he really did put his thingy inside of me." She then felt her teacher take one of her hands and tell her to come into the classroom. "B-but, Miss Derby, I-I'm telling the truth."

"Lily, the more you keep lying, the more trouble you will be in. Furthermore, one day you are going to need to tell the truth about something, and nobody will believe you then! Nobody will believe you because they will be so used to you telling lies." Saying so, she pulled Lily rather forcefully into the classroom. "Sorry for the delay, everyone, but Lily here has been telling naughty lies again. She thinks it's clever to tell stories about people doing things to her bottom hole. So come on Lily, take your skirt and underwear all the way off and put them on my desk. Then bend over and show the class your bottom hole, just like you did for me."

Tears started to form in Lily's eyes after hearing what her teacher had said. Before she was able to respond, she was pulled into the class, and Miss Derby was instructing her to take off her skirt and underwear. She didn't want to do it, but she didn't have much of a choice anymore since if she didn't, Miss Derby would get even more upset at her.

She then went over to the desk and took off her skirt and underwear before putting them down on it and bending over it so that her bottom was facing the class. She reached her hands back and then spread her cheeks again so that everyone could see her bottom hole. She wanted to say something but didn't want to get in anymore trouble.

"Good, just stay like that. Now, everyone Lily needs to learn the importance of telling the truth." Already, several children gasped at the sight of her welted bottom. It was even worse than the day before. A few of them were horrified, and others were quite scared that the same could happen to them one day. "Therefore, she needs to learn what it's actually like to have things put in her bottom. One by one, every one of you will come here and stick one of your fingers into her bottom hole. If you want to make it easier, you can suck your finger first so it's a little wet, otherwise just shove it hard. Once you're done, come here and I'll clean your finger with a wet-wipe, and you can return to your seat. Understand, Lily? You're going to learn from this, so stay very still."

Lily didn't like staying how she was, but at least she wasn't getting spanked for it this time. Once she heard what was going to happen, she looked at Miss Derby scared. "W-what, no I don't want that. W-why do I have to do that? I-I don't wanna learn about this." Despite her protest, she didn't dare move from the position she was in and was just hoping that Miss Derby was just joking about saying something like that.

Unfortunately for Lily, Miss Derby was not joking. The kids mostly seemed shocked at that, not moving, until their teacher urged them on. Slowly, they started to stand and approach. The first was a boy, who kept looking to Miss Derby for encouragement. But when it seemed like it really was going ahead, that she wasn't going to stop it at the last moment, he pointed his littlest finger and pushed it up hard against her bottom hole.

It took two tries. Even with the small finger, it was hard thanks to the welts. But he managed to penetrate her, wiggling his finger in all the way. A moment later, he pulled out and walked to the teacher, but even as he did so, another boy approached and rammed his middle finger all the way up inside her.

Lily frowned as the students started to approach her. She wanted to let go of her cheeks but, she kept them spread out for the students. She soon started to feel someone trying to push a small finger into her bottom but was having trouble because of the welts. Once it was in, she closed her eyes and gripped onto the table a little. It was painful since her bottom was so tight due to the welts and how tense she was.

Once he pulled out, she felt a little relieved, but she soon felt another student ram their middle finger into her hole, and she gripped onto the table tight. "S-stop, I-I get it, I-I learned my lesson, Miss Derby, p-please make them stop."

Her pleas fell on unsympathetic ears. "No, we are continuing so you can learn your lesson. It is not a joking matter to have things put in your bottom, so it is not something to lie about."

The boy wiggled his finger about, finding it amusing to make it worse for her. But he then pulled out and followed the first boy to get his finger wiped down. But the moment he did that, the next in line—a girl this time—appeared, licking her index finger before pressing it up against the opening and starting to slide in.

Once she finished a quick probe, the next was a boy who only pretended to put his finger in: he poked the opening, but just folded his finger towards his hand so it looked like he had done as instructed. Next was another girl, who just poked her little finger in. Then came another boy who went all-in with an index finger...

Eventually, the whole class had taken their turns and were all back in their seats. "Well, that just leaves one person now, doesn't it?"

And so Miss Derby walked around behind Lily and pressed two fingers (and adult fingers at that!) against Lily's anus. She grabbed the girl around the waist with her other arm and pushed, putting all the necessary strength into getting her fingertips past the anal ring and then up to the second knuckle inside. Finally, she pushed the whole distance in and scissored her fingers about inside the girl's bottom hole for a few seconds before pulling it out and wiping her fingers clean. "Right, you can go back to your chair now, but you don't get your clothes back."

Lily was sad to hear that she wasn't going to get out of it after one. As she felt the boy wiggling his finger around inside of her, she started to tense up and cling to the table tighter. Once it was over, she took a quick breath before the next one entered. The next one was quick, so it wasn't too uncomfortable for her but still rather uncomfortable. After it was over, she felt the next person just fold their finger instead of pushing it inside of her, which made her happy, and she hoped that more students would pretend to do it as well. However, that wasn't the case. However, that wasn't the case because the next person pushed their finger all the way in, making her grip onto the desk tight again, trying to bear the pain.

As they went on, she only got more and more uncomfortable, but, once all the students were done, she thought it was over and tried to relax. However, Miss Derby claimed there was one more person, that person being herself. As she felt the two fingers trying to push into her anus, it was much more painful than the others. Once they finally pushed in and she started to scissor her fingers inside her hole, she shook her head trying to get her to stop without asking. Once it was finally over, tears were rolling down her eyes, and she got up and nodded. "Y-yes, Miss Derby, I-I'm sorry for lying." She then went over to her seat and sat down uncomfortably again, constantly shifting and trying to get used to the pain she was now feeling in her bottom hole.

"And let me assure you, Lily, I would be giving you a hard spanking if it wasn't that you've been spanked so much and so hard today that I don't think any more is going to do any good. I'm not sure you would even feel most of it at this point." However, perhaps the only good news was that she didn't keep bringing it up through the rest of the day. Instead, she just ran the regular class for everyone. So for nearly two hours, all Lily had to worry about was sitting her sore bottom on the chair and trying to focus on class. Well, not quite as much as she also had to worry about when her mother got home.

When the school day ended, parents started to arrive and take children with them. Miss Derby made a quick call to Mister Hammond, and so he walked in about the same time that her mother arrived—looking a little concerned about the situation.

Lily was happy to hear that she wasn't getting more spankings and that class just went on normally after they were done. She just focused on class the best she could trying to deal with the pain sitting in the chair was causing her. Once it was finally over and the parents started to arrive, she frowned and got up and just clenched onto her bag tightly scared of what was going to happen. After both her mother and Mister Hammond arrived, she stayed where she was scared to go over to them since they were about to hear the ''lie'' that she told Miss Derby.


A stern, authoritative figure who takes her role as a teacher very seriously. She has an imposing presence that commands respect and obedience from her students. Her physical appearance is tall with sharp features and glasses that she uses to peer over when scrutinizing her students. Despite being rigid in maintaining discipline, she lacks empathy or understanding towards the children's experiences and struggles. This suggests a personality that prioritizes rules and punishment over compassion and dialogue.

Lily was happy to hear that she wasn't getting more spankings and that class just went on normally after they were done. She just focused on class the best she could trying to deal with the pain sitting in the chair was causing her. Once it was finally over and the parents started to arrive, she frowned and got up and just clenched onto her bag tightly scared of what was going to happen. After both her mother and Mister Hammond arrived, she stayed where she was scared to go over to them since they were about to hear the ''lie'' that she told Miss Derby.

Miss Derby watched as the last of the students left, leaving only her, Lily, and the two adults. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what was to come. Turning towards them, she said with a stern voice, "Thank you both for coming. We need to discuss something serious regarding Lily." She shot a glance at Lily, who was standing nervously in the corner of the room clutching her bag tightly. "Lily has made some very disturbing accusations about Mister Hammond," she continued before pausing momentarily to gauge their reactions. "She claims that he... violated her in an inappropriate manner." Her words hung heavily in the air as she awaited their responses.


A woman who transformed from a weak, impoverished girl into a strong and skilled protector of her town. She has an indomitable spirit, demonstrated by her rigorous training in archery and dagger skills amidst the demon attacks. Initially, she is somewhat arrogant, confident in her abilities and dismissive of others' potential superiority. However, she shows humility upon encountering Trevor, revealing an open-mindedness beneath her pride. Her personality further unfolds as she travels with Trevor; she is curious about his life and experiences, indicating a compassionate side. Ginna possesses notable beauty which complements her fierce warrior persona.

When the demons first attacked her hometown, Ginna was a weak, pathetic excuse for a girl. She barely had any money to her name and had the strength of a famished chicken. All that changed, though, as times became harder and harder. Ginna knew that she would have to toughen her exterior and do the same to her interior. As the demons were busy torturing the rest of the townspeople, she was preoccupied training to be the city's protector. Her main focus was archery; with enough practice she could shoot an apple off a tree a quarter mile away. She also became quite skilled with a small, razor-sharp dagger. Ginna could slice you to ribbons close range or hurl the dagger in your direction to hit any of your vital organs.

Ginna was sharpening her already greatly sharpened blade when she heard news of a great and mighty warrior riding into town. She scoffed, thinking no one could ever be greater than herself. Arrogant, though intrigued, she sauntered to the plaza in the middle of town, a smug look on her face. When she laid eyes upon the ferocious soldier, the color drained from her face and she swallowed any and all thoughts of snootiness she had before. He was the most striking man she had seen; sharp, calculating eyes gazing back into hers, a sharp jawline, and bulging muscles she had never before witnessed on a man.

The warrior pierced Ginna's flesh with his eyes, causing her to wither back in retreat. Ginna concluded that she would much like to fight alongside this man, whatever his quest or mission. It would be an honor for her to grace the presence of the fearsome and powerful soldier.

When Trevor was approached by the young woman, he was surprised that she requested him to take her with him on his quest. At first, he was a little hesitant, bringing someone along on his dangerous quest, a woman of all people. But after the attack on the village, and how she was able to help defend the people, he felt like he needed her on his side. Now he traveled with the beautiful woman, taking out demons together. There were times where he felt a little uneasy around her, feeling his male urges for her. There were often times where he'd wonder if it was OK for him to become intimate with someone he traveled with.

Setting up camp for the night, he sat beside the fire, tending to the meat cooking from the wild boar. He occasionally looked over at Ginna, finding it harder and harder to control his sexual urges, a little worried about whether he should make a move on her. "The food is about ready." He said to his companion as he lifted the meat from the flames and cut a piece for his beautiful archer.

Ginna accepted the small, but considerate offering of food. She was not used to being around handsome, brave young men; most of the men in her town were misogynistic pigs with little regard to the females with which they were bedmates with. She often wondered if he had any naughty thoughts about her... surely a lone man, traveling all by himself would need companionship every once in a while. When she had these thoughts of Trevor, she could feel herself heat up, the blood rushing to parts of her she'd never experienced before. Ginna wasn't quite sure how to make her intimate thoughts public without being too straight-forward, so she decided to try and break any kind of wall that was built between them by asking the young man about his life on the battlefield.

"Pray tell, Trevor, how long have you been fighting battles for others? Surely, you haven't been at it for a much time. You're much too young," Ginna questioned.

Trevor did often have very naughty thoughts about his companion. Why wouldn't he? On top of traveling alone for a long time, she was a very beautiful woman. It was quite a shame that she was forced to fight and put herself in danger. A woman as beautiful as her shouldn't have to endanger herself like that.

He looked over to her once again when she asked him about his combat experience. "For quite some time, I think back when I was a young boy. I discovered my abilities for killing demons, so I wanted to stop this war and help those that were suffering because of the demon attacks." It all started when he was a boy, and demons attacked his village. Many people were killed, including his parents. While fighting for his life, his powers awakened and pushed back the demons that were advancing to his village. After the attack, he vowed to end this war so that no one else would have to experience the pain he suffered.

As he ate his food, he constantly found himself sneaking looks at Ginna, admiring her. Why were his urges so strong this time? Was it because he had a female companion this time? In the past he would occasionally have a companion, but it was usually an escort to the next town, not someone following him on his quest.

Ginna chewed over the new found knowledge of her gorgeous and heroic acquaintance... wait, acquaintance? No, no, no. He was no longer a stranger, he was now a friend and, Ginna thought, possible love interest. "It must have been very lonely," she said as she made a move to lessen the distance between them. "I can't possibly imagine the lack of companionship and human... contact." She shivered, not from any cold but from the sensations she was feeling in her body. If it weren't for the deficiency of time they had known each other, Ginna was certain she would have thrown herself on him. You see, Ginna was a virgin, never knowing the fruits of passionate love. Her loins were now craving every inch of Trevor's body, drinking in his sex appeal.

Ginna gasped ever so softly at the newly discovered feelings she was experiencing. All these sensations passing through her body were almost overwhelming for the young woman, she knew not how to deal with them nor what do to with them.

Trevor noticed that Ginna was getting closer and closer to him every time he looked up at her. "Yes, it does get lonely at times. There are times I just stare into the night sky, feeling empty inside." He originally didn't recruit people thinking that they would be a burden to them. While he wanted to save them, he was afraid that he would find himself protecting them more than fighting the demons. After recent battles though, it was obvious that he was going to need help, being unable to fight off legions of demons forever. Ginna would hopefully be the first of many companions traveling with him on his quest.

As she got closer to him, he began to wonder if she was feeling the same way he was, getting an overwhelming urge for sex. Trevor began to slowly do the same, creep closer to his partner, closing the distance between them.

Ginna looked into Trevor's eyes when they were but six inches apart, a look of yearning swimming in her own pupils. "Trevor..." she whispered, unable to completely finish her thought or sentence. She found her hand wandering to his gorgeous, pristine face, her head moving closer to his. It felt like an eternity until their soft lips finally met in a firm, yet gentle embrace. As they eased into each other, Ginna found herself pushing her body onto his more and more, wanting zero space between their warm bodies. Ginna grasped at her shirt, practically tearing it off, revealing round, plump breasts. "I want you to take me here, Trevor. Please, I don't think I can take it any longer," Ginna muttered, barely able to keep her speech in line.

Hearing Ginna's demands, Trevor simply smiled and nodded. He leaned in towards Ginna and pushed her onto the ground. He then laid his body on top of hers, feeling her breasts press against him. "I don't think I can take it much longer myself." Trevor chuckled as he pulled off his shirt and leaned in to kiss her. While his tongue danced with hers, he began to remove his pants, revealing his long shaft to his new lover. His hands reached down and began groping her plump breasts, squeezing them in his palms. Maybe this would be a good idea, allowing them to relieve each others tension with their bodies, allowing them to concentrate better in battle.

Ginna was now feeling sensations she had never felt before. Her lower regions were unnaturally hot and wet, and her heart was close to beating out of her chest. She saw Trevor's massive erection and gasped, never seeing anything so big in her life. It was uncertain to her how she was going to be able to take his length and width inside her tight, virgin vagina. She pulled Trevor's mouth down to her breasts, urging him to suckle them. The little gasps that escaped her mouth were extremely soft and fast, her breathing matching the speed of the little noises slipping from between her lips. "Trevor... ungh... I..," her sentence was cut off again. What was wrong with her brain? Was she this overwhelmed she couldn't form a sentence? Ginna tore off her skirt, revealing a tight pink vagina, never once used before. It was all Trevor's to take, if of course he wanted it.

Trevor did as Ginna wanted, his head moved down to her breasts when she pushed him down, and he began to suckle her nipples. Once her skirt was ripped off, his hands reached down and firmly gripped her ass. Positioning himself in between her legs, it was time for the main event to finally come. His cock started rubbing against her virgin pussy, getting coated in her juices. He pulled his head away from her breasts and looked at his companion. They both knew they wanted this, to feel the pleasure of each other's body. After a moment of silence, Trevor began to slowly thrust into Ginna, little by little. Once he was in, he began moving his hips, slowly, allowing Ginna to get accustomed to the feeling. "How is it Ginna?" He asked, hoping that he wasn't hurting her.

Ginna was seeing pops of bright color and her skin was completely covered in goosebumps. This was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced. The thrusting of Trevor's enormous cock made her body quiver with pleasure. Ginna reached up and started to play with her own nipples, suddenly feeling the urge to touch herself. "Trevor... yes... you're so fucking amazing. Fuck my pussy with your huge cock you motherfucker," she moaned. The juices from her pussy were now coating her inner thighs, creating a natural lubricant for Trevor to go even deeper into her.

Ginna rolled Trevor onto his back and slowly slid down onto his throbbing dick. She rocked back and forth, lobbing her head around in immense pleasure. Ginna leaned down and kissed Trevor, slipping her tongue into his mouth, still rocking. As she was getting closer to climax, Ginna's breath started to speed up and her rocking became quickened. With her rocking motion, her moaning grew louder and louder, getting closer and closer to a scream. Ginna's muscles spasmed and she screamed in release, completely covering Trevor's cock with her juices.

With a devilish look of glee on her face, Ginna asked, "Now what would you like me to do to you, naughty boy?"

What happened with Ginna took him by surprise. It was as if she was a different person. Normally, while she was a very strong woman, she was very sweet and occasionally shy around him. Now, he was like a bitch in heat, extremely horny and shouting profanity. It was actually really hot. This whole personality shift was such a surprise, Trevor was really turned on when he saw this. His hips moved faster and faster, pushing deeper into her tight pussy, getting drenched in her love juices.

When she looked at look on her face, Trevor pushed her off of him and had her stand on all fours. With her ass facing him, he leaned in on her from behind. "I just want you to enjoy the ride as I do whatever I please with you." Trevor whispered to her with a devious grin. While he was a kind and polite hero, he was also a very passionate lover, taking the lead and doing as he pleases, which leads to the partner also being very satisfied. With that, Trevor got off of her and shoved his cock into her pussy once more, violently moving his hips. "How's that for you? Like having your pussy fucked like that?" He asked as he grabbed Ginna's hair, pulling it towards him.

As Trevor thrust into her pussy forcefully, Ginna once again starting spewing curse words. The words fuck and shit slipped out several numerous times, making her feel all the more dirty as he was thrusting into her. When he started fucking her like an animal, Ginna couldn't contain herself, she became extremely vocal with her pleasure, ranging from moans to even the occasional scream. It was like nothing she'd ever done before, this rough lovemaking. It made her feel naughty and dirty, yet sexy at the same time.

When Trevor grabbed her hair, Ginna almost lost it. This dominance over her was sexy as fuck, and she loved how Trevor took control. With each thrust, his grip grew tighter on her hair, and that in turn made her grow closer to another orgasm. "Yes, fuck my pussy, fuck it like the dirty slut I am," she replied.


A strikingly handsome warrior with sharp, calculating eyes, a defined jawline, and impressive muscular build. His physical prowess is matched by his formidable combat skills and determination to protect others from demon attacks. Despite his rough exterior, he carries a surprising gentleness and vulnerability, often feeling lonely due to his solitary lifestyle. He displays respect towards Ginna, initially hesitant about her joining him but later acknowledging her abilities. His personality further evolves during their journey together; he reveals sexual urges towards Ginna that he struggles to control at first but eventually gives in to them. This shows that beneath his stern warrior facade lies an intense passion and desire for intimacy.

What happened with Ginna took him by surprise. It was as if she was a different person. Normally, while she was a very strong woman, she was very sweet and occasionally shy around him. Now, he was like a bitch in heat, extremely horny and shouting profanity. It was actually really hot. This whole personality shift was such a surprise, Trevor was really turned on when he saw this. His hips moved faster and faster, pushing deeper into her tight pussy, getting drenched in her love juices.

When she looked at look on her face, Trevor pushed her off of him and had her stand on all fours. With her ass facing him, he leaned in on her from behind. "I just want you to enjoy the ride as I do whatever I please with you." Trevor whispered to her with a devious grin. While he was a kind and polite hero, he was also a very passionate lover, taking the lead and doing as he pleases, which leads to the partner also being very satisfied. With that, Trevor got off of her and shoved his cock into her pussy once more, violently moving his hips. "How's that for you? Like having your pussy fucked like that?" He asked as he grabbed Ginna's hair, pulling it towards him.


A powerful and majestic lamia, her appearance marked by a unique blend of human and serpentine features. Her upper body resembles that of a beautiful redhead human woman while her lower half is that of a large snake, adorned with crimson-and-gold scales. She exudes an air of authority and confidence, indicative of her status as the leader and protector of her harem. Despite her predatory nature, she displays a level of restraint and contemplation in dealing with intruders. Her fierce dedication to the safety of her kind suggests strong familial bonds and loyalty. However, she also harbors deep mistrust towards humans due to past experiences, making her wary and defensive when it comes to revealing their existence.

"I am Amaru, and my harem lives in this temple. They are mine, and the duty to protect them is mine, as well," the redhead murmured, watching slowly and carefully as Jenkinson continued to shrink smaller... because he was staying relatively calm, he was still eight inches tall in total, when she needed him to be down about six. "While I know not what a picture is, I can promise you that even if I had one, you would not be allowed to take it," she explained, solemn anger written on her face. With her words and expression, she confirmed her nature as the top of lamia society, and even a guardian of sorts; mercy was unlikely to be in her pedigree.

"As for my beauty... I pride myself on it," she continued, finally closing the circle in too tight for Jenkinson to attempt to escape... a few more revolutions, and she'd start coiling around him, squeezing his breath away. As for now, his legs were trapped in her coils from the knee down. He was well and truly pinned. "As Mistress of a harem, and mother to a brood, my beauty is second only to my strength among my virtues..." she murmured arrogantly.

There was now little question on what she was doing as her coils trapped his legs. But Jenkinson knew better than to run. The only weapon he had with which to defend himself were his words, and the rather arrogant lamia didn't seem much affected by them. Her coils were smooth and soft against his legs, but he could feel the hint of the deadly muscle beneath. "Uhhhh... what is it you think you're doing? If I go missing, others will come. There is a satellite phone in my backpack that will reveal my location. You and your harem will be discovered, and when they find out what you've done you will all be captured or wiped out. To harm me would be a terrible mistake on your part. I don't want to see that happen. I came here only to learn about your kind, Surely that can be forgiven."

Amaru hesitated for a few moments as Jenkinson explained himself, pausing in her careful revolutions around his standing form... A second wrap of her tail now covered his body from the waist down, so at the very least she could be assured of his inability to escape. "Humans will be able to find you through your bag?" She definitely prioritized the safety of her harem, so hearing of a large group of humans might be coming was definitely enough to give her pause. However, she couldn't allow intrusion to go unpunished... she was a guardian of her harem, and the place where her many mates and relatives rested was not a place anyone could be allowed to enter, let alone snoop around to learn about them. The only reason a large, predatory population like humans would want to learn about lamiae would be to eat them—that was how Amaru saw things.

She couldn't kill him without calling down the wrath of other humans, but she couldn't let him live and expect her family to survive... it seemed an inescapable puzzle. "I cannot allow either," the lamia murmured, looking down at the man she'd imprisoned in her taut, powerful coils. "Can you be trusted to leave, and keep silent about what you found?" She asked softly.

"I think you and your kind will be better off if I make the world aware of your species. This part of the jungle made into a sanctuary where your safety can be guaranteed. Otherwise its only a matter of time till someone else finds you. And they may not be nearly as benevolent as I am." Jenkinson's hands went to the coils around his waist. Her scales were remarkably soft as he touched her. She was indeed a beautiful creature and he almost couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"So how long does your venom last? I can't leave here in this state. Plus I think I'm still shrinking. Isn't that an odd effect for a venom to have? How does that benefit your kind. I would think either a deadly or paralyzing venom would be more useful. I'm going to study your kind while I remain here. I'd love it if you could show me around. The more I understand your kind the more I can help you." He wondered what she had intended to do to him had he been completely hostile. Kill him? Eat him? She was human enough that the idea of her eating a human seemed odd. But her initial reactions had seemed hostile enough. He was glad that she had enough sense to spare him—at least for now.

Amaru narrowed her eyes in suspicion of the small man's speech regarding spreading knowledge, but said nothing. Information in the wrong hands only meant disaster, the lamia was sure of it. "My venom," she murmured, "reduces larger, stronger animals to a size small enough to be safely swallowed," she explained carefully, "Then, over several months, the venom wears off slowly, keeping me satisfied with meals that nothing else my size would be able to eat... it also guarantees that whatever I decided to bite is not safe even if it gets away from me, and will never be able to threaten me or my harem again." The quiet confidence she expressed this with, the smirk upon her lips, it was very clear—despite her small size, the little lamia was an apex predator, overpowering and eating anything that would be aggressive enough to attack her.

Leaning down, pressing her now considerably larger face to Jenkinson's, the lamia bared her fangs again. "Now, we have gone on this long without humans knowing where we are... can I guarantee your silence?"

"So... let me get this straight... you were going to eat me? Really? Are your kind simply a bunch of savages? Then you pretty much deserve what I'm about to tell you. If the venom allows my body to regain its size over a month, then you're all pretty much screwed. Do you understand the term "screwed"? It's what you are. Right now. Unless you can find some way to reverse the effects of the venom... now. They will come for me. And when they leave, your kind will be history." Jenkinson was rather pissed, despite the fact that he had part of an angry lamia wrapped around his lower body. He no longer cared if he angered her further. She'd done this herself. If her species was destroyed, it wouldn't be his fault. He could have kept them safe, and even if it came to his silence he could and would have done that to preserve her species. But she'd made that impossible. At his current size he could never make it back to the village, nor disable the satellite phone. The search party would find his clothes mingled with her past victims. And—without necessarily understanding—they would eliminate the threat.

"So that pile of clothes I stumbled on was another human... that you'd eaten? My god, you're a monster! Eat me if you must. I- as well as your past victims—will have our justice. And I hope you choke..." He battered her coils with his fists angrily. Not that it made much difference.

"Hmmm. The last person to disturb our hiding place said similar. Called me a savage, assured me that our living place would be found and destroyed..." Amaru murmured contemplatively. "I still know not what a savage is, nor the meaning of screwed. I do know that most humans who find our hiding place are smart enough to avoid me, either leaving the temple or using their long legs to outpace me, do what they came to, and leave peacefully. It is only biologists and archaeologists, or the occasional drunken villager, who intentionally disturbs me when I threaten them," she explained with a quiet, overbearing arrogance, slowly tightening her crimson-and-gold coils... progressing from restraining to crushing, watching Dr. Jenkinson begin to gasp. "Is a 'scientist' in any way like a 'biologist' or 'archaeologist'?" She asked while Dr. Jenkinson was still able to breathe enough to speak. "The words sound similar..."

As he began to grow angry, his accelerated heart rate managed to bring the rate of shrinking up slightly... the hapless Alex Jenkinson was now six inches tall in total, about as big as Amaru's upper body. He was very nearly small enough to pass through her mouth...

"Unnnnnhhh..." he moaned as her coils tightened, clearly starting to constrict. "Yes... a scientist and a biologist are the same thing. And screwed means you're in a lot of trouble. I didn't mean for any of this. But if you're going to kill me and eat me, just get it over with. I mean, it's not like a two foot long snake looks very dangerous to someone my size. Maybe you should post signs that say 'don't touch the snake-people'. Despite your human physiology you're not very civilized. More like an animal. That's what savage means..."

He braced himself for the squeeze he knew was coming. She was so beautiful, yet so merciless, so cruel. There was something he found horribly erotic at meeting his end in this way. He supposed there were worse ways to die in the jungle. Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't break free of her embrace.

Amaru continued to squeeze, tighter and tighter, denying Dr. Jenkinson air and cracking his ribs, but showing restraint in not simply breaking his insides quite yet. The lamia simply watched dispassionately as the biologist was made to asphyxiate, finally ceasing her squeezing as he fell limp... four inches tall, only barely small enough to fit through her human upper half's mouth when unhinged. "We are not savage," she growled softly to the unconscious—but still very much living—body in her grip. Then, carefully, she began to open her mouth wide, wider, impossibly wide from what might have been expected of her human appearance... and began to creep her jaws over the biologist's unconscious body, taking advantage of another benefit of her half-human biology—throat muscles that continually moved food down into her body. No fuss, no fighting, no noise. Just Amaru and her harem...

Eventually, once the biologist made his way to her human "upper" stomach, acids broke down his hair and weakened his skin, his forced-open eyes rendered useless rather quickly. Simultaneously, the upper stomach bombarded his system with excesses of muscle relaxant, rendering him well and truly immobile. It really only existed to take the fight out of prey... Dr. Jenkinson would be waking up before he was well and truly dead, but his last state of consciousness would be effective immobility, coupled with total blindness. Amaru was most likely to not even notice.

Meanwhile, the lamia called her harem out of hiding—significantly smaller male lamiae (plus a few "sneak" girls who were small and androgynous enough to pose as members of Amaru's worshipful harem) poured out from cracks in the walls, eagerly praising her for dealing with the intruder so well, many pleading for her to lean down so they may massage her full stomach.


A determined and inquisitive individual, traits that are evident in his pursuit of knowledge about the lamia species. He's an eloquent speaker, using logic and persuasion to attempt to negotiate with Amaru. Despite finding himself in a perilous situation, he remains relatively calm, indicating a level of bravery or perhaps recklessness. His ethical stance towards preserving the lamia species suggests a benevolent nature, but his initial intent to capture Amaru for study also reveals a certain ruthlessness in his scientific pursuits.

Amaru continued to squeeze, tighter and tighter, denying Dr. Jenkinson air and cracking his ribs, but showing restraint in not simply breaking his insides quite yet. The lamia simply watched dispassionately as the biologist was made to asphyxiate, finally ceasing her squeezing as he fell limp... four inches tall, only barely small enough to fit through her human upper half's mouth when unhinged. "We are not savage," she growled softly to the unconscious—but still very much living—body in her grip. Then, carefully, she began to open her mouth wide, wider, impossibly wide from what might have been expected of her human appearance... and began to creep her jaws over the biologist's unconscious body, taking advantage of another benefit of her half-human biology—throat muscles that continually moved food down into her body. No fuss, no fighting, no noise. Just Amaru and her harem...

Eventually, once the biologist made his way to her human "upper" stomach, acids broke down his hair and weakened his skin, his forced-open eyes rendered useless rather quickly. Simultaneously, the upper stomach bombarded his system with excesses of muscle relaxant, rendering him well and truly immobile. It really only existed to take the fight out of prey... Dr. Jenkinson would be waking up before he was well and truly dead, but his last state of consciousness would be effective immobility, coupled with total blindness. Amaru was most likely to not even notice.

Meanwhile, the lamia called her harem out of hiding—significantly smaller male lamiae (plus a few "sneak" girls who were small and androgynous enough to pose as members of Amaru's worshipful harem) poured out from cracks in the walls, eagerly praising her for dealing with the intruder so well, many pleading for her to lean down so they may massage her full stomach.

The air was quickly depleted in Jenkinson's lungs, and unconsciousness followed quickly under the crushing pressure. Oddly, it was quick and relatively painless. Amaru finished him without any particular malice—he was just one more interloper that needed to be dispatched. He was certainly not the first, nor would he be the last.

An hour or so later, the doctor regained consciousness. He blinked his eyes, but was apparently in complete darkness, or had been blinded. Ultimately it didn't matter. He couldn't move a muscle. He realized quickly she had indeed swallowed him. The air inside her was thin and sparse. He quickly lost consciousness again. And it was a sleep from which he would not awake. The end was quick and painless, considering the consequences. Amaru had not gone out of her way to make him suffer. He was just prey to her, and he died as such.

Amaru didn't know if others would come as Jenkinson had warned. But if they did, she and her harem would deal with them. Once their size was compromised they too would become prey. She and her harem would feed well.


A towering and physically imposing figure, adding to his intimidating presence. He wears a mask, further contributing to his mysterious and unsettling demeanor. His personality is marked by a cold indifference towards the woman he captures, exhibiting no emotional response to her pleas for mercy. He appears methodical in his actions, suggesting an organized mind with potentially malicious intent. Despite the woman's desperate resistance, Masked Man remains unfazed and continues with his plan without any signs of hesitation or remorse. This lack of empathy coupled with determined focus paints him as a potentially dangerous individual who may possess sociopathic tendencies.

The towering figure seemed amused by Olivia's sudden reaction upon standing up. How she staggered with surprise, it caused him to tilt his head curiously in that emotionless mask over his face. He didn't say a word, only took another step forward before the girl began to demand an answer of who he was. Again, he took another step unfazed while she flattened herself against the wall behind. Did she really think he would listen? No, fear was obviously high and the figure seemed to understand this.

The masked man made a growled sort of breath through the mask before he cleared the rest of the distance between them, though he didn't move to grab her. No the man crouched nearby, where the chain connected to the ring. A snap followed his hands covering the lock before he rose, the chain to her leg now in the mad man's hand. He pulled on it lightly at first, tugging her toward the door as though giving her a chance to follow. Either he didn't like some reluctance, or perhaps he was impatient, but either way he simply pulled hard after only a moment or so. Hard enough to pull the young college student from her feet completely.

He didn't even wait for Olivia to hit the floor before he started to pull her from the cell, which would add motion to her head's impact on the concrete. In one part a blessing, as it would significantly soften the impact, but on the other hand a curse as it'd scrape her scalp and snag her hair on the grooves of the paving. He didn't relent though, and dragged her mercilessly from the cell and out to the lab area, over to the archaic looking hospital bed. Now outside of the cell, she'd be able to spot the hallway he'd come from to the right, a simple and small path to a steel door. The other led to a small computer set up with a few other devices, like a tape recorder. Perhaps an office space for research?

It would be a thought, possibly, until Olivia could finally notice the dusty cobwebs showing it's neglect. Once to the bed, the man stopped dragging his captive, but held her chain tightly in one hand while he started to adjust the straps and restraints on the bed with the other. He was focused on the work, not so much as even giving the woman who's chain he gripped a look or any acknowledgment she she existed. Well none aside from holding her there by her chain, and prepping the bed for what could only be her.

Fingernails dug into dirty, wet stone. Her chest heaving, her pretty face torn by primal fright, Olivia pressed her body flat against the wall as the man drew terribly close, close enough that she could almost feel his gloves against her skin. She wasn't a fighter. She didn't know martial arts. He was bigger than her, stronger, and only one of them was chained to the floor like an animal. Her heart hammered, her chest painfully tight, breath coming in panicked gasps as her closed in on her...

Only to stop, crouch, and take the end of the chain in his hand. He stopped short of touching her, but any relief that Olivia felt was swiftly, cruelly ripped away with a yank of the chain. Her body hit the floor hard enough to send a shock wave of pain through her body, and she was hauled away from the wall before she had time to anchor herself in place, the ring she had been chained to passing out of reach of her frantically scrabbling fingers. Her hair tangled in cracks in the floor, rough stone scraping against head, her back, but the little slivers of pain it sent through her body here and there were the least of the college student's concerns, her frantic screams born from fear more than pain as she was dragged out of her cell, towards the bed and its straps...

The moment he stopped, Olivia tried to crawl away, scrambling on hands and knees, yanking her chained leg with all of her strength. Instinct had taken over, desperation and terror fueling her defiance, curling back in on herself, her hands grasping at the chain around her foot in a final panicking attempt to free herself, her strength nowhere near enough to pull herself out of his grip while he maintained her hold on it. "Please please no let me go let me...!"

The way the man in the mask held tight to Olivia's chain was simply unnatural. His arm jerked, sure, she even managed to pull him a little bit, but she didn't truly budge. She was fighting like a desperate, wild animal, and the man just kept working on readying the chair while he kept a firm grip on the chain. Again, not so much as giving the woman a look even as she began to beg for him to let her go. As she pleaded, he eventually turned back to look at her. Possibly even looking as though he might have been starting to respond finally.

That didn't, happen, though; Olivia would be able to see the real reason he'd turned around easily enough. He'd finally readied the chair. With another hard tug on her chain, he reached forward and grabbed her wrist this time while he did so. Effectively lifting her off her feet in a way that pinched the chain around her ankle as he stepped back and tossed her down on the bed. The chain was finally released, but only for the same hand to raise up in the same instance and grip her throat tight enough to send the edges of her vision black.

Unluckily, the visor would still be clear in Olivia's sight. Seemingly staring right down at her while he worked to secure her into place with his free hand. Using how little she could struggle without breathing to make it an easier experience for him. Few knew it, but when unable to breath, most motions become slow and staggered, because he breath with almost every major motion we make. Clearly the mad man knew it, though.

Finally, The Madman released Olivia's neck, letting her breathe and giving her a chance to notice she was completely held down by the wrists and thighs with straps. His hands released her for a moment then, admiring his work while readjusting his gloves yet again. Then he reached up, gripping the collar of her tank-top and ripping it open in the front. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air briefly, but it vanished as soon as it began. With her skin exposed, the madman merely shifted any bra she may have been wearing before he started to hook up some sensors to her, sensors that lead straight to the monitor.


A young and physically weaker woman. She has raven-colored hair and is described as having a pretty face. Her attire suggests casual wear with a tank-top and bra. Olivia's personality is marked by fear in the face of her harrowing situation, but she also exhibits determination and an instinctual will to survive. Despite her terror, she continually attempts to resist her captor, indicating some level of inner strength or courage. However, she is unaccustomed to such dire circumstances, suggesting that she has a relatively sheltered or peaceful life prior to this event.

The way the man in the mask held tight to Olivia's chain was simply unnatural. His arm jerked, sure, she even managed to pull him a little bit, but she didn't truly budge. She was fighting like a desperate, wild animal, and the man just kept working on readying the chair while he kept a firm grip on the chain. Again, not so much as giving the woman a look even as she began to beg for him to let her go. As she pleaded, he eventually turned back to look at her. Possibly even looking as though he might have been starting to respond finally.

That didn't, happen, though; Olivia would be able to see the real reason he'd turned around easily enough. He'd finally readied the chair. With another hard tug on her chain, he reached forward and grabbed her wrist this time while he did so. Effectively lifting her off her feet in a way that pinched the chain around her ankle as he stepped back and tossed her down on the bed. The chain was finally released, but only for the same hand to raise up in the same instance and grip her throat tight enough to send the edges of her vision black.

Unluckily, the visor would still be clear in Olivia's sight. Seemingly staring right down at her while he worked to secure her into place with his free hand. Using how little she could struggle without breathing to make it an easier experience for him. Few knew it, but when unable to breath, most motions become slow and staggered, because he breath with almost every major motion we make. Clearly the mad man knew it, though.

Finally, The Madman released Olivia's neck, letting her breathe and giving her a chance to notice she was completely held down by the wrists and thighs with straps. His hands released her for a moment then, admiring his work while readjusting his gloves yet again. Then he reached up, gripping the collar of her tank-top and ripping it open in the front. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air briefly, but it vanished as soon as it began. With her skin exposed, the madman merely shifted any bra she may have been wearing before he started to hook up some sensors to her, sensors that lead straight to the monitor.

"No no no no no!" Olivia's trembling, desperate pleas went unheeded, her smaller body easily thrown around by her imposing captor, the words and breath knocked out of her as she was hurled down onto the bed. Of course, the raven-haired girl attempted to scramble away from him all over again - panic was a hell of a stimulant - but before she could budge more than an inch from her hopelessly sprawled position atop the bed, his hand was around her throat, squeezing the life from her, and suddenly all that mattered was her next breath.

She gasped for precious air, her vision dimming as her throat was forcefully constricted by her mysterious captor's gloved fingers, her hands flying up to tear at his, only to be wrenched away one after the other and strapped down at her sides. By the time his grip left her neck her vision was swimming, her oxygen-deprived body weak as a kitten and strapped down, but before Olivia's heaving breaths gave her back even the strength to struggle, his hands were on her tank top, ripping it apart, pushing aside the dark blue bra she wore beneath, exposing her breasts to cold air and cold eyes.

She should have been outraged, humiliated, but he didn't grope her, barely even took the time to look. She almost wished that he had. Instead, he dotted her bare skin with sensors, leaving her shaking with apprehension, her eyes darting to the monitor that he was attaching her to, desperately trying to glean even the slightest hint of why. Of what he was going to do to her. "W-what do you want... please..."


A 15-year-old girl with a rebellious and bold personality. She has a colorful, punk-inspired hairstyle that stands out as part of her unique style. Her physical appearance is attractive and well-developed for her age, fitting comfortably into adult-sized lingerie. Jessi is confident and assertive in expressing her desires, taking the lead in many situations. She also possesses a playful side, often using saucy language and teasing remarks. Despite this outward bravado, she also shows moments of tenderness and affection towards Eric, hinting at a softer side beneath her audacious exterior.

A giggle came from Jessi, followed by a long, joyful groan as she felt her brother's hands play with her tender spots. She couldn't help it; it was just so nice and warm and good, it sent waves of goosebumps over her skin. She pushed against him, softly, moving her body against his, one hand circling around, reaching back and dancing over the inside of his thigh leg. "Well... there was this one time...," she began to explain with a sensual, smoky voice. "We were in the back of a car... in the garage... aaaaand... It was some twisting, but he managed to get between my legs... his hands under my legs... and then... thrusting into me... slowly... sensually... kissing me... playing with my nipples..."

Eric gave Jessi's nipples a firm tweak when she said that, as he kissed the back of her neck and breathed in deeply, taking her scent; perfume, and shampoo, and the lingering metallic smell of her hair dye. His grinding shaft began moving slowly lower, from the small of her back, to the cleft of her well-shaped ass. He was instinctively searching for her opening, trying to satisfy their mutual lust. "Is that how you like it then?" he asked. "nice and slow? I would have figured you like it more... I don't know, wild and crazy."

A loud moan came from Jessi before she could stop herself, before she could bite down on her lips to keep herself from moaning. But then she remembered that they were all alone in the cabin; it didn't matter if she moans or screams or yells at him; no one would care. A shudder of goosebumps ran over her skin and then, taking a decision, she twisted in front of her brother, giving him a saucy smirk. Their faces were close to one another, her breath hot on his skin and his on hers. One hand of her slid down between his legs, the other around his body, to his butt, groping and fondling it. "Do you want it that way? Wild and crazy? Do you want me to yell your name as you fuck me? As you fuck your own sister? Do you want to bang me like some kind of whore, huh?"

Her smirk became a lewd, perverted smile, and then she suddenly kissed him again, hungrily, demanding, and pushing her body against his.

A look of shock came across Eric's face, at his sister's sudden, aggressive move. In her sexual hunger, she'd pounced on him like a tiger, and he'd been caught completely unaware. He was having a hard time fully processing what she had said to him, and the pleasure of her hand fondling his sack and stroking his shaft wasn't making things any easier. Finally, without fully understanding what she'd said, Eric looked into Jessi's eyes and simply nodded, while licking his suddenly dry lips. "I... I guess so," he croaked in a parched horse whisper before she pulled him into a rough, passionate kiss.

With that, his body took over, and he began thrusting into Jessi's hand, as his tongue darted into her mouth, to dance with her, his hand grabbing her by the hips, pulling the two of them closer together. Felling giddy with the sudden rush of what was happening, Eric began kissing his way to Jessi's ear. "What about you?" he whispered as he gently bit and sucked on her ear lobe, "How dirty of a girl can you be? You've already used your mouth to get me off; are you going to let me fill you up now; or maybe you'd even let me role you over, and put it in your butt; and what if I decided to be mean, and stole your pills and hidden them, what would you do then? Exactly how much of the bad girl look you put up real, and how much is just acting the part?"

A throaty moan came from Jessi as her brother kissed his way to her ear, his hands fondling her and sending shivers of excitement and joy across her body, goosebumps covering her skin. Her hand was still playing with his meat-rod, wanking it off slightly, working up and down his length and playing with his balls now and then, while her other hand slid upwards and pulled him even closer. He was able to feel her pointed, hardened nipples against his skin, as she let herself sink down and pulled him with her, thus lying under him.

"We'll see...," she said with a giggle and another smirk, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Let's find out. Just fill me up, little brother. Let's fuck like animals. And about my butt..." The smirk turned even more saucy. "We'll see later. Perhaps."

Eric grinned as he sank into his sister; the sensation was incredible, even better than her mouth. If this hadn't been his second go in less than an hour, he might have finished as soon as he started. As it was, Jessi's earlier work had been enough to take the edge off. Hungrily, his mouth moved from one hardening nipple to the other, kissing, sucking, even biting them. His hands went to her waist, pulling himself into her as hard as he could, in a slow rhythmic pounding, trying to get as deep into her as he could. "How do you like this?" he asked, his changing voice slipping into a deep, throaty rumble on the last words, "Is this how you want it?"

"Hmmmmm... yeeess..." A long, drawn out moan came from Jessi as she felt him beginning to rhythmically pound into her. Her legs, as if on instinct, wrapped themselves around his waist and closed at his butt, locking him in. Beneath Eric, his sister twisted and turned slightly, moving with him, wiggling her body in desire and joy. Her hands went to his back, and one found the way to his hair, pushing his head down slightly, gripping his hair and pushing her teenage tits towards his mouth, as if demanding that he plays with them. Her back arched slightly as the dick of Eric slid in and out of his sister's wet pussy, filling her up just the right amount.

"Ohhh fuck yes... I loooove my little brother fucking me... god, fuck yes..."

Eric pressed against Jessi hard, grinding into her with a slow, circular motion, as he was held firmly in place by his sister's legs wrapped around him. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, kneading them roughly in the palm of his hands. "You really are a dirty girl, aren't you?" he teased, his voice returning to its normal register. "The more nasty and pervy something is, the more you like it, huh?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed her neck just below her ear.

"So come on, tell me all the pervy things you want to do, and all the nasty, dirty things you want to do. Maybe I can even do some of those things for you, or should I say it to you? After all, there's not much to do here, and who knows when Mom and Dad will get back with the road closed..." Eric whispered with a grin, as he flexed muscles he barely knew he had, causing his cock to throb and pulse inside her.

A moan came from Jessi as she felt her brother's dick inside her sort of jump, making her shiver and groan in delight, before she gave him a saucy smirk. Her hands were roaming his body, grasping his hair, scratching his back, and her body was moving under Eric, moving in concert with him, her legs pulling him in again and again as he drove into her, always making her shudder and moan like a perverted, dirty whore. "Fuck, my brother... hmm... is such a perv... my own private perv, fuck yes... hmm... just fuck me, god that's good... come on Eric, fuck your... hmmaaa... perverted sister... fill me up... haaa..."

For the moment, she simply enjoyed it, but she knew that if they kept at it, she wouldn't be able to hold out for too long. She felt the way her toes curled on their own, how her insides tingled, how her back arched without her being able to do anything against it. The knowledge that this was her little brother who was nailing her, who was fucking her, was simply so exciting, so fucking dirty and taboo and awesome and sexy.

Eric began timing his thrusts to match the arching of Jessi's back, driving him deeper into her. "God, you sound hot when you moan like that," he whispered. "Come on, moan for me."

His earlier orgasm not withstanding, Eric knew he couldn't last too much longer; between his own inexperience and his sister's wild, hungry gyrations, were simply too much to withstand. Still, he held on, determined to watch Jessi finish before him. He noticed the effect the dirty things he'd said was having on her, so he pressed on: "So which is the part that turns you on the most, that you've found someone who can be as pig a pervert as you, or the fact that you're doing your little brother? Or maybe you think it's hot that you get to be a younger boy's first time! Is that it, are you a virgin hunter?"

"Oh, shut up you... hmmaaa... fucking dummy..." With a sudden yank of unexpected force, Jessi pulled her little brother's head forward, and his lips were sealed by her own, her hot breath dancing over his skin, her body pushed against him, her nails scratching his back. A loud grunt came from her throat as she suddenly began to shake under him, arching her back and thus pushing her tits against his chest, biting him even, her whole body stiffening. Her pussy meanwhile sort of convulsed around his dick, tightening as she came, her love juice flowing freely by now, and behind her closed eyelids, her eyes rolled back slightly.

And in her head, all she could think was, *FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK THIS IS AWESOME FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OH FUCKING GOD FUCK YESSSS!!!*

Every inch of the two were pressed together in a tight, passionate embrace, as Jessi's dripping pussy gripped him like a vice. Eric was driven over the edge, with a final thrust he released a hot torrent of deep inside her, as he moaned into his sister's kiss. For a moment, he felt like he blacked out from the pure pleasure of it all. When he came back to himself, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and the damp sweat of their bodies pressed together. His cock was incredibly sensitive as he slid his still hard five inch length out.

With her heart hammering, her breathing coming ragged, and her limps shaking, Jessi was hesitant to let Eric go. Only slowly, she disentangled from him, pulling her legs off him, while she slowly came down from her very intense orgasm. Her whole body was sensitive and even a bit sore, her hair was clinging to her forehead thanks to the sweat. With one hand, she grabbed Eric's hand and did not let go, but otherwise, he was free to move. "Whew... not bad... not bad at all..."

That was, of course, somewhat of a lie, as he wasn't merely "not bad," but she just had a very, very strong and intense orgasm. Perhaps because he was so young. Or perhaps because of his pervy and saucy comments. Or perhaps because he was her brother. Whatever the reason, it was certainly the best sex she had had so far.

"That was... intense," Eric replies, as he pulled the blanket back over the two of them. In the heat of the moment, he hadn't noticed it fall off of his shoulders, but now the lingering chill of the house was making its presents known. "Just give me a few minutes, and we can do it again. But we might want to start the fireplace, or something first; the heater hasn't caught up with the power outage from earlier yet." he continues, as he burrowed deeper into the blanket they shared.

"Sounds good...," Jessi replied, but instead of getting up and starting the fireplace, she too simply crawled deeper under the covers, seemingly content to remain there for a while and catch her breath. She still also held her brothers hand, squeezing it slightly, and giving him a saucy and content smile. Finally she said, "So... about that lingerie... perhaps I could wear some of it..."

Eric's still hard penis twitched at the thought of seeing Jessi in lingerie, pressing against her leg, "Sounds like a great idea! Tell'ya what? While you're finding something super sexy to wear, and I'll head into the kitchen and make some hot chocolate to keep us warm. Do you still like peppermint in yours?"

"Sure." And with that said, looking forward to some hot chocolate, Jessi slipped from beneath the covers... and regretted it instantly. Somewhat shivering, she said, "And I will start the fireplace..."

Hurrying over to the fireplace, still butt-naked as she was, she knelt down, grabbed some firewood and put it into the fireplace, paper under it and some charcoal lighters, lighting it up immediately. Rubbing her hands together, she got up again, turning back to the kitchen where her brother had already slipped off to. She smiled as she imagined what she might look like with her nude form in front of the fire, a naughty smile finding its way to her features. But then her cold feet reminded her that she had better get moving, and she slipped off, leaving the room to get some of that lingerie. And perhaps some warm socks.

Eric sat for a few more moments, not yet ready to face the chill of the house. He watched as Jessi walked across the room, admiring her silhouette as she bent back and forth to start the fire. It was only when she was nearly finished that he slipped his boxers back on and crawled out from the warmth of the blanket, paddling his way to the kitchen.

Quickly Eric set about making the hot chocolate, measuring spoonfuls of coco powder, adding water, and placing both mugs in the microwave. After setting the timer for ninety seconds, he began searching through the cupboards looking for the peppermint extract to flavor Jessi's hot chocolate. There, behind the vanilla, cherry, and butterscotch extracts, he found a small bottle with a black label; the only word he could make out was ''imported'', the rest was in what looked like German, thought it was hard to say for sure due to the stylized calligraphy of the letters. He couldn't tell if some of the letters were E or C, and one he had no idea what it was, because it looked like the number three.

Gingerly unscrewed the cap and took a sniff, and immediately found the peppermint smell overpowering. "This must be really fancy stuff for making special desserts," he thought to himself, but as the microwave shut off with a beep, he decided to use it anyway. After all, his sister had been absolutely great tonight, so she deserved all the extra touches. As he poured in a bit of the clear liquid, before screwing the cap back on and returning the bottle to its place, then taking the two mugs, made his way back to the living room to wait for his sister.

Jessi meanwhile took her sweet time. She first hurried into the bathroom upstairs and got herself a bit cleaned up, because quite frankly, the layer of sweat and other body fluids on her body began to feel a bit icky. Not really bad, actually quite naughty and in that way good, but if she had to dress nice then she better get cleaned up as well. So she grabbed a towel, soap, and shampoo, jumped under the shower for a short moment and then dried herself up again.

And only then, still butt-naked and feeling good that way, did she move over to the room in which the lingerie was still inside the big box. Carefully, almost reluctantly, she opened the box and pulled out the first thing she got her hands on, a lacy bra with some very fine patterns and designs. "Okay, let's see what we have here... Whooohoooo, aunt Kim, you sure were some kind of hot sexy minx, weren't you? Well, thank you, I guess..."

She searched a bit more before she found something which she liked, and thought that Eric would like too, and then slipped it on. It felt... good. Naughty. Forbidden. Taboo. "Well, I am getting dressed up sexily for my little brother... Guess it has to feel taboo." She grinned to herself as she slipped on the bra and closed it behind her back. It fitted her quite well, it wasn't unpleasant, and neither was it too loose or too tight. It seemed like her aunt had really been her size, and that Eric had guessed her size correctly. She chuckled. "Perv."

A few minutes later, she descended the stairs into the living room. Jessi was now dressed in a black set of lace lingerie. Her smallish breasts were hidden by a very fine bra, and she wore matching bikini style briefs of silk and lace. Also, of course, long black stockings held by suspenders. It was a far cry from her usual punky self, though of course, her hair was still colorful, but she looked so much more sexy.

"So, what do you think, my pervy little brother?" She asked him with a naughty grin and tone and performed a small pirouette in front of him, still standing between him, the stairs, and the fireplace. He could now also see that what she was wearing wasn't simply bikini bottoms but a thong, revealing her nice teenage rump.