A woman who works as a prostitute, and she seems to be somewhat insecure about her profession when interacting with others outside the brothel. Despite this, she is polite and friendly. She tends to wear makeup while working, which might suggest that she wants to maintain a certain image or persona for her clients. Kitty also appears to be resilient in dealing with difficult situations, such as facing violent clients.

She smiled at him. "Well... thank you." She let him walk out while she fixed the room up and put her clothes back on and then, cleaned herself.

her back was to him as she grabbed a couple of oranges and paid for them. She was quite hungry and already had two apples. It would be like a posh fruit salad with only two types of fruits. Kitty wasn't picky. When she heard his voice one of the oranges fell out of her hands and bounced over the ground. Kitty blushed and re composed herself.

"Yes, thank you. I hope that you are well" She bent down to pick up the renegade orange and looked up to him from her crouched position. "Have you eaten? I have an extra apple and orange if you fancy some lunch?" She regretted it right away. How stupid could she be? People don't just sit around with whores and talk about their day! She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking... you probably have places to go and... work to tend to." Kitty straightened herself. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Mich was delighted to see her respond to him, well there were clients and whores that preferred to keep everything behind doors, pretending to not know each other anywhere else even though they'd shared such intimate moments. "I am well." He said, trying to sound like he was having a good time even though everything was tense. When she proposed lunch he was very surprised.

"No... no I don't have anything. And it's a good idea. Just depends on where you want to go for lunch, I don't have any particular preferences at all." Even though she was a whore he treated her like a lady, he would only treat her like a slut when they are in bed. When he had paid to have her body.

He came close to her, a little too close to examine her face. "You look, prettier today... in fact you look prettier without make up... could I ask you why you worn them that night?" He said as he offer her his arm so she could slip through it. Of course he didn't know of her relationship with her boss, nor how much trouble she would be in if she was caught.

Kitty hadn't actually expected him to take her up on the offer for lunch, but since he did there was no way she could take it back now so she smiled politely and nodded. "I'll take you somewhere quiet... where no one will come around. You won't have to be embarrassed by anyone seeing you with me" And she wouldn't get the shit kicked out of her for being with a man outside of work.

A blush touched her pale cheeks and she slipped her arm through his and began to walk. Began to guide him to her little spot. "Men come to see a whore. The makeup is to... show case that part of me. I don't normally wear so much but I..." Hmm... it took a second while she searched her brain for an excuse. "I had an accident the day before. The place had been mopped and I slipped, still had some swelling on my face, it's not noticeable anymore."

"I'm actually quite clumsy, I'm sure I would have tripped wet floor or no wet floor" She shook her head and smiled. she lead him off the beaten path to an old abandoned mine and sat on the grass outside it after taking her arm out of his. "i would eat inside, but I'm frightened it will all collapse on me" she laughed at herself. "They used to think there were diamonds here, but there wasn't. A waste of money for whoever funded it." She got an orange and apple and placed them on her lap after crossing her legs and held the other two out to him. "It's not much, but... I don't eat much."

Mich didn't understand why she acted so different. Yesterday she was so sure of herself, was it because they weren't in the brothel? That she was just here as herself that she was uncertain? He wondered as he followed her. He wanted to get her to somewhere better, however it was hard as she was already on her way. "I'm not embarrassed to be with you Kitty. You maybe a whore, but you still should be properly respected you know." He said to her as then went to her little place, away from most people.

He knew what she said about the makeup was only partially true. "Those things you were trying to cover up... they weren't trips were they?" He asked, he had heard it a million times, from the female friend he had before he moved here, all signs of a overly possessive and violent partner. But did Kitty have one? He didn't saw fit to ask her. "Did someone attack you? Tell me Kitty. I want to help you. I mean I don't know much about you. But you're a good person. I want you to be happy." He watched her start to eat the food. "that's not enough you know... how about this... I'll get you a proper dinner if you have time tonight." He told her as he grabbed one of her apples and took a look at it before placing it down again. "Do you have time tonight?" He himself obviously had nothing. He took a look at the mine, he knew this place, it was a place he visited on his first day, and in his mind he was toying about opening the mine here, he had the money after all.

Kitty picked at the orange and when she was about half way through she lay back, staring up at the clouds as they drifted overhead. She smiled. "Man would disagree with you. Hell, I have clients that come in that think women should be treated as if they're just a decoration in their home, I'd hate to think where whores stand in their minds, but thank you for your kind words"

She stretched out a bit watching him take the apple and put it down "Are you not hungry?" She shrugged her shoulders then. "I just had a rough morning before you came yesterday. A..." she sighed. Would it do to lie or tell the truth? "A client got... I dunno, he was just having a bad day I suppose. We get them more often then we like. The violent ones? Kind of get used to it." He asked her to dinner. Kitty gave Mich a bit of a shocked look and as she was thinking of excuses as to why she couldn't go to dinner with him, her mouth was already moving. "Yes, I'd like that very much." She didn't think of consequences. Blocked her mind to it. "I'll get Linda to cover for me. Johns love her, she's got huge tits."

"I don't think I got your name last night? I told you mine is Kitty and that's the truth, I don't bother with different names since I live there anyway. It's a strange name to have, but it's the one I was given." Was it? She couldn't remember much from before she was sold off, but she kind of liked the name Kitty.


A respectful and compassionate man who values treating others with kindness, even those from less privileged backgrounds like Kitty. He is open-minded and willing to defy societal norms in order to connect with people on a deeper level. His personality suggests that he seeks genuine connections and craves fun experiences outside of his work environment.

Kitty picked at the orange and when she was about half way through she lay back, staring up at the clouds as they drifted overhead. She smiled. "Man would disagree with you. Hell, I have clients that come in that think women should be treated as if they're just a decoration in their home, I'd hate to think where whores stand in their minds, but thank you for your kind words"

She stretched out a bit watching him take the apple and put it down "Are you not hungry?" She shrugged her shoulders then. "I just had a rough morning before you came yesterday. A..." she sighed. Would it do to lie or tell the truth? "A client got... I dunno, he was just having a bad day I suppose. We get them more often then we like. The violent ones? Kind of get used to it." He asked her to dinner. Kitty gave Mich a bit of a shocked look and as she was thinking of excuses as to why she couldn't go to dinner with him, her mouth was already moving. "Yes, I'd like that very much." She didn't think of consequences. Blocked her mind to it. "I'll get Linda to cover for me. Johns love her, she's got huge tits."

"I don't think I got your name last night? I told you mine is Kitty and that's the truth, I don't bother with different names since I live there anyway. It's a strange name to have, but it's the one I was given." Was it? She couldn't remember much from before she was sold off, but she kind of liked the name Kitty.

"I know lot's that disagree with me, hell, I would disagree with myself when I'm with you in a bed, I'd treat you like a decoration... a fuck doll." Mich made a smile at her.

"Nope, not that hungry at the moment. I have a dislike for fruits unless eaten at the right time." He said, half lying. He really didn't think the food she was having was enough. "So you go ahead and eat them. Thanks for the invitation by the way. I was really bored out of my mind. Just need someone to hang out with that isn't always talking business with me. I mean people who work with me. They're good... informative, but they're boring. I really need some fun sometimes."

He caressed her a little, slowly brushing on the wound. "I'm sorry... I hope I can help with it. Maybe you should just reject the ones that are too violent, or at least work in a place where to boss cares for the well-being of the workers." He said, knowing that it was just his dream, no one owning a brothel would ever care for that.

"Vogel." He answered her without much hesitation, it was impossible to trace that name back to the cousin who gave him the business, he didn't think they were related by much anyway. "I'll meet you here in the evening? Then we could go somewhere nice. Would you like that?" He said as he turned about to leave before he turned around and kissed her, on the lips passionately. He had promised him to never fall for a woman in a brothel... he obviously broke that promise.


An attractive woman around the same age as Cameron, with a style that leans towards the formal side. She wears a black sweater, a dark-gray mid-length skirt, stockings and flats. Her presence is accompanied by a pleasant fragrance, hinting at her fondness for good hygiene or perhaps luxury products. She possesses an affable personality, evident in her friendly smile and approachable demeanor. Despite being in charge of property management, she maintains an easygoing attitude even when dealing with unexpected situations or questions, showing her adaptability and resilience. Her sense of humor further adds to her charm and makes her engaging company.

It wasn't much longer after he had gotten out of his car, that the door to the property opened with about half the expected creakiness from such a run-down building, probably a start on what might take a couple more doses of oil to sort out.

From the doorway emerged the woman he had no reason to doubt, and every reason to believe, to be the landlady he had corresponded with. She looked about his age, and indeed probably his type. Wearing a black sweater and a dark-gray, mid-length skirt with stockings and flats, probably a bit formal on account of the official nature of the settling-in process. The fact that she came from the property meant that she was either finishing up a spot-check on the premises, or happened to own one of the other flats within the building itself.

As she closed the door behind her, her eyes met Cameron's, and she flashed a friendly smile as she briskly strode over, extending her open hand once she was an arm's length or so away, presumably to shake his hand. It was hard to ignore the pleasant fragrance that accompanied her arrival, either an expensive shampoo or a light perfume. It didn't seem that grandiose an occasion, but it was hardly unpleasant, nor as well was her appearance. He probably would have taken a second glance or more if he glimpsed her across a bar or the like, even if she wasn't specifically showing off her figure.

"You must be Cameron, right?" she asked, and he recognized her voice from the one or two phone calls he had taken with her to confirm the sale and arrange a date and time for the hand-off. Most of the preliminary stuff had been online and by email.

Cameron nearly did a double take, the Landlady was... gorgeous, He might have called her stunning even, if he was just a tad bolder than he was. As she approached, he reflexively reached his hand out and caught her hand mid air, shaking firmly for their pleasant handshake. Yet as her aroma wafted into his nostrils, his brain hit a short, and he paused for a second too long upon her question of his identity.

"Ah, yes. Sorry, I'm Cameron yes. We spoke on the phone a few times. I must say, You're not quite what I was expecting." He said blatantly, momentarily leaving it in the air before he Realized how odd that sounded without any helpful context.

"I mean, I've just had so many older women that were less than helpful. And you have been just a delight." He hoped that fixed the odd tension between them, despite the fact that he hadn't let her hand go from their handshake yet. Another unfortunate glitch from his frazzled brain. Finally recalling his hand to his side, he then used it to help style some loose locks of dirty blonde hair behind his right ear, and old habit for when he was nervous.

If his nervous ticks and slight missteps were anything more than his own imagination, it certainly didn't seem to phase the woman painfully close in front of him. "I'm Hazel, by the way. I don't know if it came up over the phone, but just in case I overlooked my own introductions."

Her smile didn't waver much, as if she was either enjoying the petty flirting, or didn't notice it. Hard to tell what was a better option, in the face of things. Cameron wasn't exactly bringing his A-game, and first impressions were important for things like this, even if he might have the chance to smooth things over as time went on.

"Before we go ahead for the cursory tour and for me to show you where your room is, did you have any questions about the building? I realize you might not have gotten the full impression of the place just in the listing photos, the agents who take the pictures and handle the publicity often tend to show things in a certain light, that may not be how the tenant feels when they first arrive. A different vibe, even if nothing is an outright fabrication. Usually, I mean."

Taking his moment to recollect himself, Cameron breathed easily, and did his best to put his right foot forward. "Hazel, that is a very pretty name. But the only real question I have going forward, and this is merely from some local gossip, was just pertaining to the history of the building. I've heard rumors of it being a brothel, to the place even being slightly haunted. I don't particularly fall into ghost stories, nor the history of the building. I'm just curious as to is there any truth to it, mainly about it being a brothel."

He tried to treat this more professionally; professional first, slightly flirting second. If she did live here, it would be unwise to scare her off or even complicate things further.

Cameron hadn't exactly had the largest experience with women, but this was a once chance type of opportunity, if it ever came to light that Hazel was even remotely interested on him.

Hazel seemed to consider the two part-question for a second. "I can't speak to it being haunted, but I have definitely heard at least the rumors that working girls used to live here. Whether or not it was properly a house of ill repute, I can't say. There was a fire several decades ago in the nearby record office where the details of this place's history of ownership were kept, and most of its details were lost to the blaze. After that, ownership passed through a few hands until I inherited it from my grandmother, who bought it with the intention of setting up a theme hotel. That dream didn't last very long, but at least it means it's on the market now. Otherwise, I would just consider it a bit of a waste of all the space on the property."

"Do you want to take a look inside now? I can show you the premises, even if you aren't strictly on the books for the *entire* place yet, just one flat, right?" she asked.

Well, the rocky history didn't seem yo fully smooth, but Hazel had a knack for at least dispelling some of the shadows with her words. At the very least, he wanted to entertain his intention to rent even more. "That more or less evens things out for me. Like I said, I wasn't too upset by the rumors, just curious. I think I'll take the tour for sure now, my interest piqued, brothel or no brothel." He shrugged, smiling evenly, now just eager to actually see the place in person.

If the building had actually survived a fire, someone did a fantastic job of hiding it, as it didn't look the least bit destroyed. Obviously, no one would leave it dilapidated, but the care they took to remodel and repair was top tier at least.

As they began to head towards the buildings front door, Cameron gave a slight harmless glance towards Hazel as she turned around. The fact he nearly made a fool of himself already stabbed his chest once more, as upon inspection, Hazel seemed to have all the right curves in all the right places. He didn't let himself stare long, but he had seen what he needed to see, for the time being.

The door opened easily enough, and Hazel stepped through into a decently sized foyer with a narrow staircase off to one side, leading to the upper floor and presumably the attic as well.

"I can't say it was or wasn't a brothel, but the set-up is fairly easy to understand. It's kind of like a hostel, I guess, in that each room on offer has a proper bed-and-bath, but there is a communal kitchen area and a small lounge on the main floor. The rooms are all the same rate, and because you hadn't set foot on the property yet, it's pretty much your choice which one you want to stay in. Except, of course, for the one I am staying in, you can't rent out that one without significantly upping your offer," she said, jokingly. Whether she meant it as a tease or just a jest was unclear, but she wasn't above some humor at any rate.

"Do you want to take a proper tour?" she asked. "I'm not used to showing property like this, but I guess there's a first time for everything, right?"


A young man with dirty blonde hair that he often tucks behind his ear when nervous. He's not overly bold but has a certain charm about him, particularly when he becomes more comfortable in a situation. His interactions reveal him to be respectful yet subtly flirtatious, and he has an earnest curiosity about the world around him. Despite occasional awkwardness, Cameron is quick to recover and shows genuine interest in people and places, making him quite likable.

The door opened easily enough, and Hazel stepped through into a decently sized foyer with a narrow staircase off to one side, leading to the upper floor and presumably the attic as well.

"I can't say it was or wasn't a brothel, but the set-up is fairly easy to understand. It's kind of like a hostel, I guess, in that each room on offer has a proper bed-and-bath, but there is a communal kitchen area and a small lounge on the main floor. The rooms are all the same rate, and because you hadn't set foot on the property yet, it's pretty much your choice which one you want to stay in. Except, of course, for the one I am staying in, you can't rent out that one without significantly upping your offer," she said, jokingly. Whether she meant it as a tease or just a jest was unclear, but she wasn't above some humor at any rate.

"Do you want to take a proper tour?" she asked. "I'm not used to showing property like this, but I guess there's a first time for everything, right?"

Cameron's eyes lit up at the prospect of Hazel being a member of the household, that could severely increase his chances of getting to know her, or getting himself into hot water. He had to be as careful as he was bold, he felt.

"How much is "significant"? I'm fairly good at budgeting." He teased back, chuckling softly as he let the joke run its course and hoped it wasn't too far of a stretch for comedy.

"I couldn't agree more, I would absolutely love a tour. Regardless of rumors, it looks like it'll be worth every cent." He charmed softly, trying to keep his excitement legit and not just him kissing up to her for her approval or pressured friendship.


An imposing figure, quite tall and prematurely balding, suggesting a physically intimidating presence that commands respect or fear. His personality comes across as stern and authoritative, given his role as headmaster of the school. He takes pleasure in administering punishments, indicating a sadistic streak. Furthermore, he exhibits inappropriate feelings towards his young student Lily, suggesting deeply troubling and unethical behavior.

Mister Hammond, an imposing headmaster who was quite tall and going bald a bit early, did indeed notice that Lily was bare from waist to ankle but didn't say anything yet. He had a feeling that she had probably been sent to him for disciplinary matters, but decided to let the note explain things. And so, he opened it and read through it quickly and carefully.

"I see. So, you thought you might try a bit of cheating, did you? And then you told some lies and didn't obey your teacher, I see. Well, come on in into the private office so we can deal with this, Lily." Taking her hand, he guided her into the smaller room, closing—and locking—the door behind them. He then got straight to business, pulling a footrest out and placing it in the center of the room. It was Lily's first time in there, but there were horror stories, and from the look of things the stories might have been true: he didn't keep spanking implements hidden away in a cupboard, no. He had them all hanging from hooks. There were leather straps and taws, wooden and plastic paddles, and a variety of canes.

All the way from very lightweight 'nursery' canes for the youngest, up to what looked like a thick, heavy reformatory cane. He didn't pick either of those, though. Instead, he took the cane that was meant for teenagers, but often ended up being used on all students sent to him. "I have no option but to cane you, Lily. That's just the way it is. There is no other possibility. So move over to the footrest, and stand with your feet wide apart so the footrest is between your legs. Then bend forward and place your hands flat on the floor. But I don't have to give you many strokes of the cane, so as long as you stay in position and do everything I say, you will only get six strokes. Six of the best."

Lily stared at the principal, slightly scared, as he quickly read the note, and once he finished, she followed him to the private room. She had heard stories about it but never seen it herself. Of course, all those stories were bad, and she didn't want to follow him but had to.

Once they were in the room, she looked around at all the different items that were used to spank in fear. Were all of these going to be used on her? Surely she didn't deserve that. The thought of trying to run crossed her mind, but after she heard him speak, she focused again.

She seemed to have a little hope when she was told she only needed to stay still for six. She had just taken ten from the ruler, so she thought she could do this and moved over to the stool with her legs spread and bent forward, touching the ground with her hands. "L-like this Mr. principal?"

Mister Hammond smiled at the view presented to him when she bent over as instructed. He could feel a twitch in his pants and knew he was going to have fun with Lily that afternoon. Of course, she probably wouldn't be having as much fun.

"Almost. I'll just make some adjustments..." The headmaster carefully rotated her feet a little, turning her toes to point inward a bit. This had the effect of adjusting the position of her legs completely, causing her bottom to flare out even more and giving an even better view of her entrance. He then bent her knees just a little, again to help enhance the view, exposing her completely.

"There we go. Perfect. Make sure to stay like that, and to keep pushing your bottom out. If you reach back or straighten up, you'll get extra. And I want you to know this: all of your private places are showing. Just think how embarrassing it is to be a naughty girl in this position, having to show herself off to people!" He picked the cane up again, gave it a few swishes through the air, then stood back, lining it up. He took a few steps back, aimed carefully, pulled the cane all the way back above the shoulder, and then stepped forward to swing it at full strength, letting it land with a loud crack right across both of her red little cheeks!

The rod sunk into her skin for a moment before bouncing free and leaving a pure white line... that quickly began turning red and purple and started to puff out in a welt on each bottom cheek. Bruises started to form around the edges of where the cane landed, while the impact area itself became a pair of crimson stripes.

Lily allowed herself to be repositioned so that she was in the correct position for the spankings. After hearing that all her private places were showing, she couldn't help but blush. She wanted to tell him not to look, but it was part of her punishment. So she closed her eyes and tried to forget about it instead.

She then waited for her spankings to start so that she could get them over with, but as soon as she felt the cane smack her bottom with such force, a pain like she had never felt ran through her body, causing her to scream out and fall forward. "O-ow, please don't use that one, please use something else." She knew she had gotten out of position, but there was no way she could stay if she was going to feel that every time.

"What did I just say about breaking position, Lily? You've already earned yourself an extra stroke, and you don't get to tell me how to do my job, young lady." With that, he placed the cane on the footrest, then pulled her up by the waist so she was standing again. In doing so, he lifted her off her feet for a moment, with her bottom pressing against his crotch before he set her onto her feet. He could feel that he was already fully erect—and after just a single stroke, too!

Again, he made sure she was in the perfect position, not making her do with just ''bent over'', before picking up the cane. He tapped it against her bottom, then paused. "Now I do have to cane you, but I suppose I could move down to a lighter cane, one that carries less impact and more stinging. But I would have to give you twelve with that—at an absolute minimum. And the one you just had wouldn't count."

Again, the headmaster tapped the cane against her bottom. "So would you prefer that? Six remaining with this one, or twelve with a lighter cane?"

Lily stared at him in fear as she heard him speak, thinking she had said something wrong. After she was lifted up, she felt something pressing against her bottom, but it was gone soon as she was put down.

Once she was back on her feet, she once again let herself be put in the position that he wanted before listening to what he had said. The choice she had to make, she didn't really think it was possible to make her bottom couldn't handle twelve more spanks, but six would hurt just as much with the bigger one.

After running it through her head for a while, she made up her mind. "I-I'll just take six more from this one. I-I promise not to move this time." Of course, she wasn't sure whether or not she could keep the promise, but she braced herself a lot more this time since she knew how painful it was.

"Very well. Let's get these out of the way, then we can move on to the rest of your punishment. I see you've already had a good hard spanking on your front, well, sadly for you, you have more coming. Still, it won't be with the cane, so count your blessings." Mister Hammond lined the cane up once more, aiming a little bit lower, where there was a bit more fat and muscle to absorb the impact. He gave a couple of taps, then once again drew back behind his head, stepped back to give more space, and stepped in as he swung the cane, putting his shoulder, elbow, and wrist into swishing it through the air. The cane, even as rigid as it was, was still curved and bent under the force, before hitting Lily's bottom again with a loud thwack!

Once more, he stepped back, but this time just to let her fully register that second stroke and take it in. He gave Lily time to recover just a bit, as well as allowed himself time to admire her bottom and the welts he was painting across it. But she still had five left after that, so all too soon, stroke number three had to arrive. Just as before, he put all of his strength into delivering it, but this time it was even worse as he aimed lower than before, striking right into her tender little sit-spots.

Lily didn't take the time to respond and instead just kept bracing herself for the spanks. Until it finally came, causing her to let out another scream and start to cry but managed to stay in position. There was nothing for her to grab onto, so she was doing her best to stay still.

Soon a third spank had come and been worse than the last. Her scream was louder, and more tears rolled down her face. However, despite everything, she stayed as strong as she could, staying still, but was doubting that she would be able to stay still for the rest.

"Good girl, that's much better. We're getting through this. Just keep your hands flat on the floor and your knees a little bit bent. That should help you absorb the impact and steady yourself."

The fact was, even though the position was chosen for its rather embarrassing effect on the recipients and his enjoyment from their exposure, it was also true that it helped keep them steady. He waited a few seconds more, watching the welts fully form. He knew that it was going to be several days—possibly even a few weeks—before they had fully healed, and her bottom was pale and unmarked again.

But that wasn't his problem—if she wanted an unspanked bottom, it was her job to behave, right? So thinking, the headmaster took a few more steps back, lined up the next stroke, then stepped in to swing the cane into her bottom once more, narrowly avoiding doubling-up.

And then for the next one, he took an actual run-up. Just a few strides, but it gave him that extra speed to deliver a scorching stroke low on her bottom, the cane biting in deep! "Only two more to go. We're nearly there!"

Lily kept the position she was told after hearing it would help keep her steady. Even though she thought it was pointless if she was going to fall, it was going to be because of the pain. Even though she didn't think she could take anymore, she braced herself again just before the spankings started.

Once the first one hit her legs started to tremble, but she stayed in position. Her bottom was burning by now, and she couldn't simply ignore the pain. Soon she felt another spank. This one felt a lot more forceful, causing her to scream out loud, and her legs almost gave out, but she quickly caught herself and got back in position. "I-I'm sorry I almost moved. I-I won't do it again."

Her tears were covering most of her face now and falling into the floor. What are her parents going to think about all this? Her bottom must look awful right now, but she would rather not see it so she could focus. She got ready for her last to spank, and her legs were still shaking slightly. It was clear she was losing her balance.

Mister Hammond smiled. He could see she was struggling to hold steady, trying her hardest to stay in position. She was shaking a little, quivering even. And the thick welts were almost covering her bottom at that point, painting a beautiful picture—or a frightening mess.

He gave the cane another swish through the air before lining up the next shot. With only two more to go, he had to make them count. *With any luck, I can get another penalty or two out of her.*

And so he took his time aiming, stepped back once more, drew back fully, then stepped in for another powerful stroke, this time a little higher on the bottom. It didn't hit any place that was especially sensitive; he just chose part of her bottom that hadn't yet been hit by the cane. And stopped and waited.

Lily knew she had to stay strong through the next two. If she had fallen, it would have just meant more chances for her to receive more punishment. Even though that was her thought, the second she felt the next hit, she screamed out again, and her legs gave away, causing her to come collapsing down, landing her privates directly on top of the stool.

"O-ow. P-please can I just have a moment to rest. I-I'll even rest in the position." Taking a few seconds, she managed to get back onto her feet and back into position waiting for his answer. She wasn't hoping very hard for it to be accepted instead, instead preparing herself for the second to last spank again.

"Oh dear, oh dear. You have not been taking your punishments well. So now you have another extra. What started as a simple six strokes has now become eight in total. You know, if you had held steady the whole way, we would have finished now, Lily?" Even though he tried to sound disappointed, the headmaster was nonetheless pleased. Naturally, he relished the opportunity to inflict even more pain on her, to bestow more strokes of the cane upon her young bottom.

"...but very well, as long as you stay in position there, I will let you rest a little. I'll even rub your bottom to help dull the pain—keep the blood flowing and help the muscles to ease up a bit, so maybe there won't be too much deep bruising after." As such, he put the cane down and knelt behind her. With both hands, he reached out and grabbed her weeted cheeks, rubbing and kneading them, gently squeezing even as he spread them further, completely exposing her entrance to him as he tried to decide which one he was going to take later. Even then, he knew it was going to happen. It was just a matter of which one.

Lily was surprised to hear that she was actually allowed to rest and he was even going to help her dull the pain. "Thank you." She didn't know what else to say: this was the nicest thing that had happened during her punishment.

As her cheeks were rubbed and squeezed, she was taking breaths to relax herself. When she felt them getting spread, however, she blushed but didn't say anything. She didn't want to extend her punishment again. After a few more minutes, she finally felt she was ready for the last two, so she didn't need to be ready for anymore than two.

"Thank you one again for the rest. I'm ready to finish my punishment now." She was still under the impression that after the spanks, she would be done and would be allowed to leave.

"Okay then. Just two more to go. Again. But I'm sure you can hold on now." So saying, he let go of her welted bottom, picked the cane up, and stepped back. Her buttocks were covered in scarlet stripes and purple bruises, so there weren't many options left to him. So instead of doubling over, he aimed even lower than before. He stepped back.

And then he stepped forward and swung the cane low, letting it connect with the backs of her thighs. He knew walking would be painful for the next few days from that, but it was probably better than landing on an existing welt and possibly drawing blood.

*One left. Let's make it a special one.* he thought, smiling. "All right, Lily. There is only one left. Now, I think we have two options here. The first is that I could give you another stroke of the cane across your bottom cheeks here."

He slid a finger across one of the welts. "That is going to hurt a lot. It might even cut you and cause bleeding because the other welts have weakened the skin. It will take quite a while to heal, and that will be really bad for your detention tomorrow. Or... I could cane you here."

So saying, he slid his finger down the crease between Lily's cheeks, then up again, pausing when his finger was resting on her bottom hole. "That would be very painful right now. That is a sensitive place that would feel the pain more. It would also be embarrassing for you to receive and to show people afterward. But it would heal faster than if I could cut your bottom cheeks."

He smiled, looking forward to either option and, of course, to what would happen afterward. "So, which will it be? If you want the last one between the cheeks, you can straighten up a bit, then reach back with both hands and spread them nice and wide apart for me. Otherwise, just stay where you are and get ready."

Lily braced herself as much as she could, and when she felt the cane strike her thigh, she screamed out again and almost felt as though she wasn't prepared but kept herself steady. Once it was over, she heard him start to speak again.

After hearing her options, she thought about them for a few seconds before getting back up and spreading her cheeks for him. "I-I'll take it here." She didn't want to start bleeding or a wound that would make her detention tomorrow harder, so she had to take it between her cheeks.

"Very well." Naturally, Mister Hammond was delighted. That was going to be very enjoyable for him, and he particularly liked the view Lily was offering him. With her cheeks spread, he had access to the best parts of the girl. And that was when he finally decided which entrance he would take afterwards. Her bottom hole was going to be welted and probably too swollen and sore. On the other hand, her other side, however...

But he didn't want to get ahead of himself. Kneeling to be at the perfect angle, he carefully lined the cane up vertically. He tapped it along the crease a few times, then lifted his arm...

...and swished the cane down, smacking it hard against her groove, with the tip of the cane biting into her anus. It didn't hit her tailbone, but the trade-off of that was that the cane hit hardest right on her poor little bottom hole.


An eight-year-old elementary school student, with the typical physical appearance of a child her age---small stature and undeveloped body. Her personality is a mix of naivety and disobedience, as indicated by her decision to cheat on a test. She also displays fear in response to punishment but shows resilience by enduring it. However, there are instances of vulnerability as she tries to negotiate with Mister Hammond during the punishment process, highlighting her innocence and desperation in such a distressing situation.

Lily braced herself as much as she could, and when she felt the cane strike her thigh, she screamed out again and almost felt as though she wasn't prepared but kept herself steady. Once it was over, she heard him start to speak again.

After hearing her options, she thought about them for a few seconds before getting back up and spreading her cheeks for him. "I-I'll take it here." She didn't want to start bleeding or a wound that would make her detention tomorrow harder, so she had to take it between her cheeks.


A handsome vampire possessing typical vampiric features such as pale skin and red eyes. His accent suggests he is of non-English origin. He carries an air of pride and superiority despite his dire circumstances, indicating a strong will and resilience. Caspar shows regret for his actions, hinting at a sense of morality unusual for his kind. Despite being portrayed as a monster, there's evidence of humanity in him; he still identifies himself as Catholic and believes in salvation.

*What would you trade if you could have all that you desire?* That question still resounded in that lilting voice, synonymous with the scent of rose water and copper. The feel of cheap lace and soft skin. What had he answered? Caspar could hardly remember now. It seemed ancient history to him now, another life. And perhaps it was, in that stinking brothel wrapped in her embrace. It was a gift, she has told him as she offered him her essence. He had taken her arm in his shaking hands and pressed his lips to it in desperation. If he had known the price of his desires, of this gift, he might have sought a different strumpet.

He leaned back against the cold stone wall of the cell, shifting his weight to better support himself. For all of his blunders in life and undeath, Caspar had never found himself in shackles. Well, until now. The silvered steel of the crusade era manacles burned into his wrists, a dull pain that paled in comparison to what they had done to incapacitate him. His wounds healed quickly to his good fortune. But it was of little consequence if they intended to confine and starve him here. Caspar doubted they intended to kill him, they could have easily when they followed him into the alley. No, they had something else in mind.

It was his own fault. Caspar knew that well enough. He had become less discriminate in his feeding, in his choice of victims. Whether it had been out of comfort or apathy, he couldn't say but the result remained. It was a fitting end for a monster. That was what he had become after all. There was irony in his fall, to the fitting nature of being swept away in the night, never to be seen or heard from again. Still, the cell beneath the cathedral perplexed him. He had figured all relics of the barbaric past had been stripped away just as their memory had. Nonetheless, he knew the answer to her question. Decades later. *I would have declined. No pleasure is worth the price of losing one's humanity.*

Daniel had been looking to acquire a vampire for a very long time, the church had been in charge or controlling the population of such creatures as long as anyone could remember but he was curious about the means. They'd always just killed them because the conventional wisdom was that such creatures no longer had a soul to save but he was curious about it. Perhaps there was some way to save their souls and perhaps even their lives? Perhaps not but he wanted to try and perhaps hurting them would be it's own reward for him~

Finally he had one! The hunters had managed to catch a vampire 'alive' and he was locked in one of the cells remaining from a more barbaric time, he couldn't wait. He let himself down in the evening after having drained a couple of cups of his own blood into a large glass for the creature, it was still fresh but he wouldn't let a vampire drink from his vain in case it took to much.

"Good evening," he said in a pleasant enough tone. "I am Father Daniel, what is your name?" He asked the vampire, he noted the other was handsome with some pleasure but that was something to think of later. for now he wanted some answers before he gave the other the blood.

The creak of the door hinges and footfall on the stone stairs preceded the arrival of a human. Caspar smelled him first, keenly aware of the nuances of his aftershave and natural odor. And something else, the metallic aroma of blood. His stomach turned in response, longing. It interrupted and overshadowed the lingering scent of moisture and dirt, old and rat feces. Caspar's heart raced, excited despite his apprehension. He felt him before the man even appeared, the gentle rhythm of his heart as he walked to the cell.

Blonde, young, well-dressed. A priest, no doubt by his black vestment. English? He considered as the man introduced himself. What concerned Caspar more was the easiness with which the man conducted himself, unafraid of the chained beast before him. He was taunting him, with that glass of blood in hand. His polite manner was only a mask for his intentions, Caspar knew this. He stood straighter in his restraints wishing he felt less vulnerable under this predator's eyes. "Perhaps, for you." Caspar responded to the man's greeting. "I am called Caspar," He answered, his heavy accent lilting his words. "Caspar Ruiz."

Daniel chuckled and nodded, smiling at Caspar with an unnerving facsimile of warmth. "Yes, a good evening for me. I've been waiting a long time for someone to successfully bring me a vampire who's still... alive for lack of a better term. There's a lot I've wanted to know about your kind for a long time! I mean we're pretty adept at killing vampires now but perhaps with modern advancements there are better ways to. I doubt it will be fun for you but perhaps it will lead to more humane ways to deal with the rest of your kind. Think of it as a way to atone for your life of sin."

He stepped forward and held the cup of blood to the creatures lips, "First you'll need to be healthy. This isn't as much as you're used to drinking I'm sure but you'll have to make do with it for now, don't spill any," he advised, holding the cup for him to drink from. "It's my own blood because we don't currently have any volunteers to help feed you, I'm sure I can talk a few more people around soon."

Lurking the alleys of a less reputable locale, Caspar was used to unsettling figures. Men who lacked humanity, men who reveled in the suffering of others. There was an irony in his captor being such sort masquerading as a man of the cloth. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Caspar's lips turned in a grimace of disgust. It certainly answered his suspicions regarding what kind of person would wish to capture a vampire.

"I sorely doubt I will find salvation at your hands, Father." He stated flatly, fixing him with a look of contempt.

Still, as the blood was brought closer, he could ignore the sweet scent's call no longer. He drank greedily, compulsively. And he hated himself for it. He could barely hear him speak as he relished in it. Gone, too soon, his red eyes drifted up to the man before him through the fog of bloodlust. He could smell it, the wound, just barely clotting beneath its bandage.

"No one finds salvation who isn't willing to seek and accept it," the priest replied sagely staring back levelly at the vampire. He winkled his nose a little as Caspar drank the blood down so quickly, it was in the creatures nature but it was still completely disgusting. When the man had finished Daniel put the cup down and turned back towards him, chuckling at the way Caspar was looking at him.

"You must be able to smell it," he commented, lifting his arm so his sleeve fell back to reveal the bandage where he'd inserted the needle he'd used to withdraw his blood. "If only you were free I'm sure you'd have your fangs in me in a second." he held his arm out, just out of reach for Caspar, taunting him with what he couldn't have. "It must be unsettling for you to not be the predator anymore hmm?" He chuckled, cruel mirth dancing in his eyes.

"I suspect no matter what I do to you no one would care, no one would listen to a creature like you if you tried to tell anyone," he snickered pulling his arm back. Yes he was trying to make strides in how to save other vampires but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with this one.

If only salvation were truly so simple. Caspar thought, wishing the man wasn't right. "Isn't it unwise to taunt a beast? Even a chained one?" He warned, shifting against his chains. The sting of silver bit harder with the resistance but he ignored it, standing tall despite his taunting. At the very least, he had his pride. "I was human once, I am no stranger to your mortal hubris." He stated with an air of superiority despite his predicament.

Were it not for creatures like himself, humans could easily be considered the apex predator of their environment. Their fascination with caging and chaining creatures who challenged their status could easily be tracked through history. This was no different. And for the better, if Caspar was honest. If he were not the subject of study, he would easily agree that finding a way to eliminate the threat of vampires would be another triumph for humanity.

But he doubted that was the Father's only intention. He recognized the cruelty in his eyes for what it was. He was exactly the type of man he had believed. He was right, however. There was no one who would look for him or seek justice for any perceived wrongs done to him. He snorted. "You don't scare me, Father."

Daniel knew perfectly well that if Caspar wasn't chained right now he would be dead, but that didn't bother him because Caspar was chained up so what did it matter? Besides humans had to die some time, that was what made them humans, if the vampire managed to break free and kill Daniel, well then all's fair in love and war. Daniel was pretty much planning to kill Caspar after all, and slowly and painfully at that.

"I'm glad that I don't," he agreed easily with a little shrug. "If you were scared of me before I'd done anything at all to you it would be quite the let down. I mean as a priest I've never actually met a vampire until now, that's left to the hunters, it would be quite a disappointment to find out we'd lost so many people to a sniveling coward."

He stepped back and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms comfortably, ready to have more of a conversation with Caspar. "So how did you become a vampire?" He asked curiously, he wanted to know more about Caspar, why he became a vampire would change how Daniel reacted to him a little at least. For instance if he'd been sick and dying and wanted to live it still would have been wrong but at least the priest could empathies with him, or if he'd been forced. "I understand the process, I want to know your circumstances and why you chose this." If he refused to answer they could skip straight to some of the more painful things but Daniel was happy to start with a talk, just ease into this a little.

Caspar steeled his expression, unwilling to give him the benefit of believing his words could hurt him. Perhaps, he was a coward. He considered. He may not have feared the man before him but he certainly feared the hunters, just how easily they had taken him. Caspar thought he would die then. In all honesty, he wished he had. He wondered how long they would keep him alive. Was there someone above the Father who organized this study or did it entirely rely on the madman's whims? Neither boded well for him.

And yet, despite his thinly veiled threats, the man chose small talk. That question, of course. He had been asked once before by a lover he had kept until he drank a bit too deeply. He pushed aside the intrusive image and the regret that came with it. "It's a bit embarrassing, I'm afraid." Caspar admitted, letting himself lean back against the wall behind him. "I was fooled by a beautiful woman." He shook his head. "She offered me a chance to attain all that I desire. I didn't have a chance to ask the cost."

"Ah," Daniel sounded, it was not the best, nor the worst answer Caspar could have given. He had not done it knowing he would have to kill others to survive, but he'd still he had given in to temptation and done something stupid and that was still a sin so he still deserved punishment. "Do you regret doing it?" He asked curiously. "Was the cost to great?"

Yes he'd chosen small talk, he wanted to know more about this man, not only would it potentially give him more justification for hurting Caspar, it might also give Daniel more fuel to manipulate him. Maybe not but it was worth a try. "If you have confessions to give you might as well give them before we begin. There's no knowing how it will go and if something goes wrong it would be better to pass on without regrets, even if it's hell you're going to."

"Everyday." Caspar admitted easily, eyes finding the floor. "Greater than I could manage. I was not evil enough a man to make a terrible monster. If I had, I would still roam free or have already been slain." He smirked at the irony. Death still eluded him. I. The early years of his unlife, he had tried to end his existence. But either by instinct or the healing capabilities of his new form, it was always just out of grasp. "A man like you would be better suited to the dark gift," He mused but the man's comment about the fate if his soul caused his smirk to fall. "I'm a Catholic, Father. Unlife has not changed that. And even in my current form, I still believe my soul has its chance at heaven. But it's has been two weeks since my last confession." He admitted. "I have murdered three men in survival. One of them your faction's."

Daniel shook his head, looking at Caspar with a little more gentleness in his gaze now that he knew more about the vampire. It was sad really, to hear such a beast hope for heaven when it was so obviously out of his reach, especially when he was tricked into this life. "Even you can admit that what you did was murder," he pointed out softly. "You are not fighting in a war, no worthy cause drives your actions. It is a selfish desire to survive that drives you to kill and given that you could live forever in your current state who knows how many people you may kill," He pointed out reasonably.

"Perhaps you do not make a good monster but you are one nonetheless. Our Lord in his wisdom is forgiving but killing other God fearing men who have done nothing to you is not something that can be forgiven by a simple confession. You must know this." He gave good council to his flock despite the sinful thoughts he struggled with.

"I believe any sin can be forgiven with fair penance," Caspar whispered, no denying the truth of the Priest's argument. "Perhaps, this is not a Catholic ministry?" He smirked. He had been forgiven worse by priests under the oath of confidentiality. And he did not doubt worse still had been whispered to holy men through the partition. "I should hope you are wrong, for both of our sakes. You are no man of virtue either." He stated, fixed his red eyes with Daniel's.


Father Daniel is a man of faith, yet his demeanor suggests an underlying cruelty. He presents himself as warm and friendly, but his true nature is revealed in his cruel mirth and unnerving composure. Despite being a priest, he shows no qualms about using harmful methods in his pursuit of knowledge about vampires. His casual taunting and manipulative tactics indicate a sadistic streak beneath his religious facade.

"I believe any sin can be forgiven with fair penance," Caspar whispered, no denying the truth of the Priest's argument. "Perhaps, this is not a Catholic ministry?" He smirked. He had been forgiven worse by priests under the oath of confidentiality. And he did not doubt worse still had been whispered to holy men through the partition. "I should hope you are wrong, for both of our sakes. You are no man of virtue either." He stated, fixed his red eyes with Daniel's.

Daniel frowned, it sounded like Caspar had received forgiveness for these things before and that disturbed him. Was the Catholic ministry really allowing mass murderers to peacefully go about their days and kill more after confession? Surely even they must have some standards! "I would be interested to know which priests took your confessions," he said mildly, his face not betraying the deep disgust and judgment he felt for those people.

Daniel simply had to laugh at that comment, if Caspar was trying to make Daniel second guess himself he wasn't doing a very good job! "I am vulnerable to sin just as any other person is, but I have dedicated my life to the church and I am not a mass murderer, or a monster," he replied with mirth. "Now I think that's enough talking if you're going to start making silly comparisons like that," He leaned against the wall and pulled out his bible. "I doubt it will work but we may as well start with an exorcism."

Given that vampires weren't actually possessed such things really just tore them apart inside but this was to be one of the first formal studies of how to turn a vampire back into a human, or at least save their souls, so Daniel felt he should cover all the basics first. In the spirit of inquiry he also paused to make a note of his first test before beginning.


A three-inch tall demi-tiger, meaning he has some feline characteristics alongside his human features. This could include aspects like a tail and possibly ears or stripes. Despite being reduced to a tiny size due to the Dwindling condition, Nova shows resilience and adaptability in handling his new reality. He can be bashful and nervous, particularly during unexpected or intense situations, but also displays courage when confronting these scenarios. There's an evident sense of playfulness in him that matches his sister's teasing nature. At the same time, Nova appears thoughtful and considerate---he expresses concern for his sister's comfort even while negotiating his own predicament. His ability to find humor amidst their unusual circumstances indicates an optimistic outlook on life.

The little demi tiger tried to pull himself up, but her tongue undulating beneath him made him fall wetly onto it again, shuddering, squirming. Her tongue was strong, stronger than his whole body was! He didn't have any sort of tiger claws, and he didn't dare bite her tongue, in case a flick of her tongue might hurt his jaw, or worse, might hurt her in some way, or make her do worse than this. He pushed against it all the same, as it bundled him up, pushing the melty snack to the side as her teeth closed and he was pushed up against him, panting, with his back to it, a soft mew escaping him as her tongue pressed on him... though it was a little less active than before... still, her breathing wasn't getting any calmer either, and so he kept fighting it, trying to slip to the side this way and that to avoid that tongue poking and sliding against him... especially trying to keep it from the tenting going on in his shorts.

Fiona's tongue was starting to get a little more vigorous now. Each passing minute that he was inside her mouth only seemed to amplify his flavor. With him backed against her teeth, she could easily wipe her tongue down his body or against his sides with one smooth movement. She had probably thoroughly soaked and tasted every part of him by this point. She felt a little guilty for forcing this upon him, for not even asking if he was up for it, if he was even comfortable with it...

And then she felt it, just the briefest nudge against his crotch, a slip in his defenses, that sudden burst of warmth of firmness, no matter what size it was. Well, at least he was enjoying it more than not at all, it seemed. She stared down at her own tented shorts, hand grasped around the unseen shaft it housed within, and finally she rolled her eyes. Genuine care for her brother, it seemed, outweighed arousal and hunger... for this moment, anyway.

She held her free palm up to her mouth, and opened her jaws, pushing Nova with her tongue onto her hand before putting him on her snout, so that the two of them could look each other eye-to-eye, her great big, bright emerald-like eyes fixed upon his tiny face. "Sorry bro, I got a little... carried away" She admitted, sheepishly. "I'll stop if you're not enjoying it... or we could do something else, if you want?" She suggested.

Nova mewed out with each slathering lick coating him in a fresh layer of hot and sticky saliva with each heavy stroke of her tongue. There was no escaping it, and her humid breath all around him was only making his head spin more and more. There was no way he should be enjoying this! This was his sister's mouth, and she was toying with him, purring away like he was a piece of candy! But he couldn't deny it any longer, it was hot, and slippery, and he let out a soft moan as her tongue brushed between his legs, then mewed out as he tumbled back, into light as he looked around, confused to be back in the open air, blushing brightly while staring back into Fiona's sharp gaze.

"L-let's..." he began, his wet tail whipping behind him as he breathed deeply. He had his own emotions battling him, dignity, lust, what was right and wrong. He looked down, realizing she had one hand raised up in case he fell, the other jammed down her shorts! "We can... keep playing... I like your games..." he admitted, ears splaying down as he looked off to the side and down below again, anywhere to avoid embarrassing eye contact.

Fiona could see everything he was doing, her eyes so focused on Nova that nothing else may have well existed. His tail, his blush, his nervous gaze, and his boner. When he suggested they keep going, the glint returned to her eyes, and a grin spread across her face. "Well then, let's go somewhere more... comfortable..." She said with a chuckle.

She gently picked up Nova again, sliding her thumb and index finger under his arms and holding him by his waist and sides with a secure, but soft grip. She then lowered Nova down from her snout, in front of her mouth... and then, going lower? As her smiling maw sailed away above him, he was instead presented with her chest. Her boobs were pretty darn big at a normal size, but to Nova they must have been literal hills. He wouldn't get long to stare, before she pressed him into her cleavage, her saliva all around him making sure that he stayed stuck in the big, warm embrace of her boobs.

She turned the TV off, and picked up her box of snacks, and could be heard chewing and crunching the one in her mouth, just to get it out of the way, probably. The three remaining bits she put back in the box, and with that, she started to make for the stairs, all whilst her beloved brother was wedged in between her tits.

Nova gulped as he looked back at Fiona's eyes and saw the sparkle glinting there once again, just like before. Was he about to disappear again back into her mouth? He hadn't noticed before, but that Pocky scent had filled her mouth all around him... it wasn't bad, but kind of cloying to the smell inside. Might be better than overwhelming freshly brushed though... his little ears lifted up as she spoke, and he lifted his arms as she grabbed onto him. He was used to being grabbed, and knew this position was the best hold she could have without cupping him in both hands. He watched her mouth drawing close... and then he was going lower, looking up at her neck, her throat, which he felt like she was giving him some sort of outside view of, a preview of a trip to come?

He gulped again, blushing as he found himself looking into the top of her shirt and her busty cleavage. She was absolutely stacked, he had thought so even before shrinking down, a thought that made him heat up, before realizing that soft valley was getting closer! And then, *fwomp*! He was smooshed between those heavy boobs, gazing up for a moment at light, before she pulled her hand back, and the slabs of soft walls plapped against him, leaving him to wriggle and push, rubbing against them as he tried to make a little pocket of air for himself! After a few moments, he realized she was moving, as he started to bounced a little, slipping up and down between her boobs as she headed up!

Fiona gave a giggle as she walked. "I can feel you wiggling in there, bro. Hope it's nice and comfortable..." She told him as she headed up the stairs, soon leveling out as she reached the next floor, and made for her bedroom, opening the door and then, for some reason, locking it behind her.

Purple colors seemed to be the theme of her room, mixed in with band and game posters. Because of the way the house was built, she'd ended up with two wardrobes; A furniture one and a small, walk in closet that she kept her cosplay stuff in, mostly different zero-suits, since she was a huge Metroid fan. Hell, quite a flattering picture of Samus Aran was opposite her bed. She had a computer desk, but she'd cleared a lot of space on it since Nova had become Dwindled, so that she could sketch things, inventions to make his life easier, like Nova-sized to put in places around the house, and small hand-bag for him to stay in if they needed to go out together in a situation where it wouldn't safe for him being out and loose. Such a thoughtful sister! The sketch of what looked like a little birdcage as a necklace pendant? Probably something nice as well!

She reached back into her cleavage and plucked Nova out once again, with an ease that would have terrified any first time Dwindled, and set him down on top of her bed, in the very middle. She then kneeled down on the bed in front of him, giving him a great view of her imposing height, and that cheerful grin that seemed stuck on her face now... There was also a great big spike in the fabric of her shorts just pointing right at him, as well.

She reached down, and began to pull her t-shirt up, and off, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle from her movement, as her top was now bare, in full view of her brother. She tossed her shirt aside before smiling down at him. She let a finger teasingly trail her lip, down her throat, down through her breasts and along her belly, before settling on top of the great big erection in her shorts. "...want to see more, Bro?" She cooed at him. "It's okay if you do... just because we're brother and sister doesn't mean we can't get... frisky" She said with another giggle, now straight up stroking the bulge between her hips.

There was no way he'd admit it! She'd stuffed him in there, bouncing and sliding between her boobs! Any other way, she could have carried him, and that would have been all fine! But, here he was, sliding about and bouncing and trying to hold onto the soft, smooth walls that squished against him as he squirmed. He didn't hear the click of that lock as she brought him into her room. Her scent was all around him as she pulled him out. He wasn't scared, just surprised and being a bit of a brat about all of this, but, from his movements down there, she'd been able to feel that tent in his shorts hadn't gone anywhere. He was a little deeper for her to reach this time, having slid a little, but she managed to grab him and bring him onto the bed.

He had quite the view, her huge chest, and that big bulge shifting about under her shorts as she rubbed at herself. When they were little (in age) they used to do a lot together, but grew apart over time, as family does. He remembered when her boobs started to grow that he didn't believe her about having junk in the front. Somewhere he knew it was true, but he'd always seen her as his sister either way. And then she had pulled it out and he couldn't deny it anymore. That was some time ago, and now she was the much bigger of the two siblings.

Her subtle motions, as she joined him in shirtlessness, and her outright teasing, from that grin on her face, to the way she accentuated her form, it all had his face blushing deeper, especially as she started rubbing at her hips again. "Y-You want even more than to taste me?" he mewed up to her, his tail lashing. Just what more could she be coming up with? Sure.. frisky was one thing, but he was barely a few inches tall! How much fun could she have with him? That bulging monster definitely wasn't going to be fitting anywhere, not that he'd have liked that were it not the case! "M-maybe we should just play a game, like we always do? You always like playing cat and mouse-cat."

Truthfully, Fiona didn't really know how much fun she could actually have with him, but she was quite sure they'd find out. Besides, she'd already come this far, there was no point in backing down now, it would just end up making things even more awkward, she presumed.

"Hmm... that's an interesting proposition, bro, but you know what? How about instead of the cat, we play with... the snake?" She told him, with a wide smile as she brought her thighs together, and slid the front of her shorts down, pressing down on the bulge and gradually unveiling the thick base of her shaft, very much like a snake slithering out of it's lair. Fiona's rod wasn't absurdly huge, but she could certainly put most other men and herms to shame... And after a moment, the cock that was somewhere beyond three times the size of her own brother as he was now, it's tip cleared the waist band of her shorts and sprung up, swaying eagerly and practically pointed right at him. She dropped her shorts to her knees, exposing now the nearly soft-ball sized orbs that hung beneath her shaft.

She grinned at him, and leaned down, down all the way until she was pressing her front against the bed, and her face was inches away from him yet again. She bent her knees behind her, like a scorpion, and reached one arm back behind her...

...and she flailed her hand for a moment, brow furrowing before she glanced back. "Oh, for..." She growled, realizing her shorts had dropped back down onto her thighs. She arched her legs even more, reached her arm even more, managing to grab her shorts and pull them back down her legs, but not before softly hissing as her legs went back down once she'd pulled her shorts free.

"Ow, cramp, cramp, cramp" She muttered as she stretched one leg out to the side, looking back at it. Her ass WAS on display as well, although clearly Fiona had gotten distracted from whatever game plan she'd had in mind. She tossed the shorts aside and sighed, her face a little red as she turned it back to face her brother. A smirk split across her face, she pushed some hair out of her eyes. She chuckled. "...fuck, well... so much for the big bad tiger act" She remarked, propping her face up with one hand as smirked at him. Her eyes were on him, but with the glint of mischief briefly snuffed out, it was clear that she looked at him with... adoration, with love, with appreciation. No matter how playful and troublesome she was, those were eyes that cared. She was a big tiger for sure, but the bad was all for show.

Nova could only watch as Fiona toyed with him even more, and as she seductively tried to pull her shorts down.. She managed that much, and that building of a spire rose and surged towards him, released from its confines with a wave of heat as he looked along her smooth crotch, her gleaming shaft, and then those balls each bigger than he was too! He backed up a couple steps, practically making no distance between them as Fiona lowered herself down. Was she going to be a snake? That might make the game... actually possible if she wasn't going to use her arms or legs!

He perked up as she smiled down at him, with bright gleaming eyes, and then he winced as her act started to fall apart with comical problems, he couldn't help giggling, his tail flicking about, though it quickly broke as she started to feel a cramp, immediately going into concerned brother mode... not that he could even offer a hand before she had settled herself in again. "Ha... well... I think this is where the director yells 'Cut!' and we get set up again. We'll have lots of time to practice... or at least, I do. Not much else for me to do after all," he'd murmur as he stepped closer, and actually leaned forward, planting a tiny kiss on the tip of Fiona's nose, taking in this sweet moment.

Fiona's eyes crossed as she watched her brother approach her face, and when she felt his little kiss, she couldn't help but little a shiver of happiness flush through her whole body, a purr of satisfaction, approval, appreciation, buzzing out from her throat. Though it may have felt comparatively like a bug had flapped it's wings against her, to her mind it was far from that. "You're a sweet guy, bro... here, let me have some of this action too" She told him softly, before puckering her lips and gently pressing them against, well... Nova's everything. It was just a little kiss, same as his, though the scale of it was vastly different, her lips touching his face, his chest, his abdomen, his whole front all at once.

"All the kinky stuff aside, I kinda miss being able to just hug you the most" Fiona admitted. "I mean sure I could literally smother you with any part of me, but I miss having you in my arms, me being in yours... groping each other's asses, me rubbing against you" She said, wistfully. She gave a sigh but still smiled at him.

Nova smiled a little brighter. There was one sound that was his favorite. He liked to have a noise machine when he slept. Crashing waves, white noise, songbirds, thunderstorms, they were all nice, well the blanket noise not so much, but there was one sound he liked more that no noise machine could produce: the sound of his sister purring with happiness. The two of them had bunk beds when they were little, and he could always tell when she was having a good dream from the sound of her purring up above him. The sound now at this small size was amplified, and filled him with his own sense of happiness and comfort whenever he heard it, even when she was doing so in a state of mischief.

He couldn't move then, as she kissed over his whole front! She was close to being able to just suck him in, as he pressed to her lips, shivering, trying to keep the suction of her kiss on his chest and neck, and less over his waist. He mewed a little as she spoke, and gave a light tap on her lips, still so close to him. "That might be true... there's a lot we can't do now... but we'll just have to look ahead, and we can surely find all sorts of things we can do now that we couldn't do before! And then we can just enjoy those things as much as we can, rather than reminiscing on what we don't have anymore."


An hermaphrodite tigress with an imposing stature, possessing features such as large breasts and a significant shaft. She is characterized by emerald-like eyes and is often seen sporting a grin, suggesting a playful and mischievous nature. Her room's purple theme and the presence of Metroid posters imply she has a fondness for video games. Fiona also seems to have an interest in sketching inventions that could potentially make life easier for her shrunken brother, revealing her thoughtful side. Despite her playful teasing and sensual overtones, she displays genuine care for Nova, showing concern when he's uncomfortable and expressing affection towards him. In essence, Fiona is a complex individual who balances playfulness with compassion in their unique situation.

Nova smiled a little brighter. There was one sound that was his favorite. He liked to have a noise machine when he slept. Crashing waves, white noise, songbirds, thunderstorms, they were all nice, well the blanket noise not so much, but there was one sound he liked more that no noise machine could produce: the sound of his sister purring with happiness. The two of them had bunk beds when they were little, and he could always tell when she was having a good dream from the sound of her purring up above him. The sound now at this small size was amplified, and filled him with his own sense of happiness and comfort whenever he heard it, even when she was doing so in a state of mischief.

He couldn't move then, as she kissed over his whole front! She was close to being able to just suck him in, as he pressed to her lips, shivering, trying to keep the suction of her kiss on his chest and neck, and less over his waist. He mewed a little as she spoke, and gave a light tap on her lips, still so close to him. "That might be true... there's a lot we can't do now... but we'll just have to look ahead, and we can surely find all sorts of things we can do now that we couldn't do before! And then we can just enjoy those things as much as we can, rather than reminiscing on what we don't have anymore."

Fiona smiled back at him as she wiggled a little closer, pulling over one of her pillows from the headboard. "That's a pretty good way to think about it... We should definitely make the most of this... never know, the chance of a cure could come every next day, so let's make them all count" She said, as she tenderly reached over and picked him up between her fingers gently, once again. He wasn't on this ride for long, as all she was doing was lifting him on to the cushion she'd pulled over, before then resting her head on it, watching him from the other side of the pillow. The pressure of her sideways face probably made the floor beneath him slope towards her, so his footing might get a little slippy, but she wasn't intentionally trying to make him roll towards her face.

She just happily lay there, looking at him. She'd turned her body now, so that her chest and crotch were one again exposed, but despite their rather distracting sizes, she wasn't purposefully flaunting them; She was just innocently laying there, naked, all of her there for him to see.

"You're super cute like this, you know that?" She told him, chuckling softly. "I mean, you were always cute of course, but when you're this little, it's like you're so... precious, so adorable... I just want to keep you close at all times... and yeah, I kinda wanna toy with you too, but maybe that's just the naughty kitty in me" She said with a snicker, before cupping her palm sideways and putting it behind him, almost like a wall, but more as an embrace for him to lean on or nuzzle up to than an actual barricade of some sorts.

"Hey, if it was you, or it was me, I'm glad we still got to stay together... I'd trade places with you anytime if I could, and those doctors won't be running any weird, experimental tests or whatever 'clinical trials' they called it on you while I'm around, 'kay?" She assured him with a smile. "...Do you want me to go get the Pocky? Or do you wanna head back downstairs, do something else?" She asked him.


A woman who has recently achieved professional success, as evidenced by her promotion at work. She is gentle and prefers tender, loving interactions in her relationship. However, she can also be assertive when pushed too far, as demonstrated by her standing up to Chris during their argument.

Melody tried to return the smile, and managed a good half smile at the kiss on her cheek. "Yes... we just have to stay positive. Soon you'll be so busy you'll have no time for me" She took a nice healthy long sip of her water and picked up her plate to wrap it up and put it in the fridge.

"I'm in work early tomorrow, have some things to sort out so I'll leave it in the fridge for you and you can throw it in the microwave... I was hungry... but... maybe it's the excitement of promotion or something... jittery stomach." She didn't want to come out and say 'you stole my appetite asshole' She'd had enough abuse for one night.

She stared at him after his next suggestion. She most definitely wasn't in the mood for that. She tried to hide it though and nodded. "Alright, that sounds perfect" She smiled at him. A smile that didn't touch her eyes and she started for the bedroom.

Chris smiled at her, "Well I think I know one way to get those butterflies out of your stomach" he said taking her by the hand and pulling her into him. He started kissing her neck, not softly like he normally would but rough. He was hungry for sex and nothing was going to deny him that. He wanted her tonight and no was not going to be an option.

"You know what, let's forget the bedroom. I want to fuck you right here on the kitchen table" he whispered in her ear. His cock was already hard and his strong hands were beginning to explore her body and tugging at her clothes. He needed some excitement in his life. Their sex life had been great but then he lost his job and it went right to vanilla or non-existent. Well no more of that.

He pulled back from her and started to take off his shirt. He gave her a look that said that she better do the same.

Melody couldn't help but let out a little groan as he kissed her neck, even though it wasn't with its normal tenderness. One of her hands moved to run her fingers through his hair. She was quickly getting into the mood. She hadn't had sex for as long as he hadn't, and maybe it was about time to rekindle that flame.

It took a moment for his words to sink in. His hands felt great against her body, even if it was over her clothing. Her nipples stood proudly against the fabrics of the dress. "What? On the table? But... we eat on that table. It'll only take a minute to get to the bedroom to make love" Make love. Not Fuck. She wasn't one for dirty words.

He stepped back. Melody hesitated, but pulled the zipper of her dress down to loosen it. "Please honey... let's just go to the bedroom"

"So what? You can clean the table. I mean fuck it's a table you have no problem sleeping where we fuck" Chris said as he finished getting undressed. His cock was already hard, and pre-cum was coating the head of his penis. She wasn't going fast enough for him and he went over and yanked her dress so that he fell and pooled around her ankles.

He grabbed her and picked her up on the table. "Come on baby you know that you want this. Besides the bed gets boring after a while" he said not really caring about her clothes, he ripped her panties off her. He was just focused on one thing and that was getting what he wanted from her. He shoved three of his fingers into her pussy. "Oh you're so wet" he groaned as he started teasing her opening with the head of his penis.

"How do you want it? Hard and fast or harder and faster" he asked grinning at her.

"Chris..." She shook her head and sighed. Melody wasn't going to win. Not this one. The best thing to do was top get it over and done with. Melody jumped hack and smacked her hip on the table when he pulled the dress off her. Being a good sport, Melody took her bra off.

"Anything you say homey" she said, trying to keep her voice from sounding too bored. Once on the table she leaned back and spread her shapely legs. Her eyes closed as she waited for him to penetrate her... his fingers dug into her and she winced. "Ow! Fuck!" Three was a bit too much and her foot accidentally shot out kicking the side of his leg. His cock tracing her pussy did however make her groan, and she was very warm and moist. "J... just fuck me baby"

Chris smirked at her and without another word entered her as fast and hard as he could. He wanted to fuck his wife as hard as he could. She was his and no new promotion made her better than him. She was still his to fuck whenever he wanted. He was going to make sure of it. He squeezed her body roughly, not enough for bruises but enough that there would be some marks.

After about 5 minutes of this he was close to being done. He moved his hands to her perfect breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could as he shot his seed into her. He was breathing heavily and stopped moving for a few seconds before exiting her getting the pleasure that he had needed from her. "Wow... that was great Melody" he said moving to the fridge to get a beer to drink.

Melody let out a groan as his cock moved into her semi-moist pussy. She even arched her back a little. It wasn't entirely pleasant. The feel of his hands squeezing... feeling his strength, it was quite a turn on. Her hips started moving trying to match his quick hard thrusts.

Her hand went between her legs to rub at her clit while he fucked her. She was moaning regular now and just as she was getting close to really enjoying it, she felt his cock twitch. "God... Not inside me!" but it was too late. He'd cum inside her. Not only did she not get off, but he came inside her and walked away. She was pissed and pushed herself off the table, not even caring that there was cum dribbling down her leg.

"For fuck's sake... God I hate you lately" She glared at his back as he got a beer. "You know... I've decided... I'm not buying anymore booze for this house. Once you run out, that's it" She turned her back on him and started in the direction of the bathroom, she needed a shower.

"Hey! You can't talk to me like that!" Chris said putting his beer on the counter and chasing after her. He sped up his pace and grabbed her by her shoulders. It was a little hard to grip her due to the sweat but he was able to do it. He turned her around and looked at her with fire in his eyes. "You cannot talk to me like that! Who the fuck do you think you are?" he asked throwing her down to the ground.

"We're going to spend money on what I want to spend it on. I'm still the man of the house and if I want a goddamn drink during the day then I want it. Hell I deserve it. Who was supporting your lazy ass for years?" he asked her. "You were able to sit on your fat ass all day. I bought us this house. You owe me so much. So I think we'll buy what I want to buy" he said to her.

He got down and grabbed her by her hair. "Do you understand?" he asked forcing her to look at him.

When he first shouted at her, Melody just gave him the finger over her shoulder. Melody was fed up. Something definitely had to change. By the time she actually realized he was going after her, it was too late. As she hit the floor she just looked up at him.

"I can talk however I want" She shot him the look of death. Sure he was supporting them... but she'd been going to college! It wasn't fair to throw that in her face. At least she had been doing something. "I pay the bills now" she grumbled it out, more like a murmur then speaking aloud properly.

A gasp as he grabbed her hair, she didn't try to fight him off. She didn't even move. "I understand that I'm living with an asshole." She didn't really want to say that, it just... came out!


A man who has recently experienced a setback in his career, having lost his job. He tends to be more aggressive and dominant in his interactions, especially when it comes to sex. His personality can be controlling, as he wants things done his way, and he struggles with feelings of insecurity due to the changes in their financial situation.

"Hey! You can't talk to me like that!" Chris said putting his beer on the counter and chasing after her. He sped up his pace and grabbed her by her shoulders. It was a little hard to grip her due to the sweat but he was able to do it. He turned her around and looked at her with fire in his eyes. "You cannot talk to me like that! Who the fuck do you think you are?" he asked throwing her down to the ground.

"We're going to spend money on what I want to spend it on. I'm still the man of the house and if I want a goddamn drink during the day then I want it. Hell I deserve it. Who was supporting your lazy ass for years?" he asked her. "You were able to sit on your fat ass all day. I bought us this house. You owe me so much. So I think we'll buy what I want to buy" he said to her.

He got down and grabbed her by her hair. "Do you understand?" he asked forcing her to look at him.


A pre-teen girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She's at the cusp of adolescence, her body just beginning to develop feminine features, particularly around her hips and thighs. Her personality is a blend of youthful charm and cunning maturity. She's outgoing, manipulative, and enjoys dressing up in cute clothes for attention. Despite her youth, she has an adventurous streak that borders on recklessness but also shows a strong willful side when facing adversity.

Young Jessica had long since stopped going out trick or treating with her friends, already of the age where most of them found it lame or uninteresting, much to the chagrin of their parents. Of course, Jessica, or Jessica to her friends, didn't do it for any such childish reason as candy, but instead used it as an excuse to dress up in cute clothes and act out, taking great joy in seeing how much candy or even cash she could squeeze out of the creepy old men whose doorbells she rang. It was like a challenge to her, and any chance to get out of the house was a welcome one.

With her long, blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, she was already cute, but her tight, little pre-teen was also just beginning to develop into its feminine features, her hips and thighs especially taking shape even if her chest was still lagging behind. The matching shoulder-less top and stocking she wore—black and dotted with orange shapes—had been the easiest parts of her outfit to procure, along with the plastic horns, wings, and tail to complete her devilish look. As for the skirt, its thinner bottom section partially see-through when standing in the light of an open doorway, that one had been a stroke of luck to find. It had been worth it, though, allowing the lonely perverts to get a glimpse of her shapely upper thighs when she stood on their porch, practically making it child's play to rip them off for all they had.

Yes, the costume was perfect, just the right level of risque that looked proper in the dark of the streets, so none of the old hags escorting their brats around could raise a fuss. Not that her deadbeat dad would have cared either way if he knew, likely passed out drunk at home as he was. Calling it a success would have been an understatement, as she'd already had to empty her candy bag three times this evening and was already halfway through her fourth one. So it was that she sauntered up to the next house, a dull affair a little out of the way from the rest of the neighborhood, exactly the kind of place she'd learned that those no-life pervert losers liked to live in, beaming cheerfully as she rang the doorbell on it, ready to call out her usual upbeat "Trick or treat!"

If Jessica had been more careful, she might have noticed that there was no car in the driveway and the light upstairs illuminated only two windows for some reason. In fact, if one looked at it from the street and really looked at it, the old two story building looked like it had a sort of face, with the two windows lit up being the eyes, and the door Jessica was currently ringing being the maw. The grass of the garden was uncut, the hedge was overgrown, the flower fields were overrun with weeds. The house itself did not look rundown or anything, but certainly not too inviting. So perhaps it really was the place those no-life pervert losers liked to live in.

A few seconds after Jessica had rang the doorbell, the light on the floor was turned on, visibly giving a sign that someone was behind the door, inside the house. But when the door opened, no one could be seen. Only a somewhat rundown but not dirty hall leading into the house, an old style of red carpet on the floor, wooden stairs leading upstairs, wooden paneling on the walls. Just a normal entry into a house. And then, after a few seconds, the sounds of someone inside, a friendly woman's voice. "Come in, I'm back here."

When the lights turned on inside, Jessica had already prepared that cute, innocent expression she knew worked so well when it came to stuff like this, grinning cheerfully with her bag raised in both hands towards the door as it opened. She'd just opened her mouth to say trick or treat when she paused, blinking in confusion at finding nobody on the other side of the door, just the normal kind of entryway you'd see in shabby old places like this.

"Hello?" she called out, standing up on her toes as if to peer further inside the house, her fake devil tail bouncing once from the motion as she dropped down on her feet again at the voice coming from within. This was quite unusual to say the least, but it hadn't been the first time some invalid old crone hadn't been able to get to the door, and she'd needed to step inside to collect her candy. At least it wasn't some creepy dude trying to lure her into his house, so she found some comfort in that.

For a moment she considered turning around and walking away, but since this was the last house on this street, it was her last chance to get her bag full again before fetching a new one, and she disliked that thought. So instead, she stuck her head inside, glancing about trying to find where the woman was, taking a few uncertain steps inside in her cute, black shoes. "Uhm... trick or treat?" she ventured, trying to discern where the voice had come from.

The house she stepped into smelled of... old. Not bad old or rotting or anything like that, but certainly old. Well taken care of old, but old. Like a still beautiful woman who, however, was now well past her sixties but still had this elegance and confidence and beauty still shining through. If that made any sense. At the same time, the interior might as well have come right out of the late 19th century, with wood paneling and thick rugs on the floor.

"In here," came the same voice again, from down the hallway, leading into the kitchen.

The moment Jessica stepped into the, halfway illuminated kitchen, however, she would see only an old TV standing on the kitchen table, a cooking show on. A cooking show which showed a housewife right out of the 1950s in a fitting dress and hairstyle, smiling at the camera and saying, "Hello and welcome to the show." With the exact same voice Jessica had heard before. And then the TV turned off with a click, and the front door slammed shut.

Jessica wrinkled her nose a little as she stepped inside, met with the same kind of old people smell that she knew from her grandparents' place, that tell-tale scent of something that had been around for a while now. At this point, she was considering leaving outright, but she'd already come this far, and Jessica was nothing if not a little willful. Whoever this crone turned out to be better had a metric load of candy to give.

With careful steps, her small and light body making very little sound as she walked, the young girl entered the kitchen to discover the ancient looking television, cocking her head in confusion at the familiar voice coming from it. Where was the old lady? This wasn't—at the loud noise of the front door slamming, Jessica gave a surprised yelp, practically jumping where she stood, spinning around with such speed that one of her plastic wings slapped against the wall.

Heart pounding like a startled deer, Jessica stood frozen for a moment, limbs locking up at the sense of fear welling up in her. What had just happened? This didn't make any sense, she thought, slowly managing to compose herself again and begin taking soft, careful steps out into the hallway, her head on a swivel. "H-hello? Anyone... anyone there?" she called out, swallowing nervously, "This... this isn't funny!"

No answer was forthcoming. Her steps seemed to echo as if she was in a much larger hall, despite her stepping onto a thick carpet and thus not actually making any sounds as she stepped forward. For half a second, it seemed like the end of the hallway, the front door, was much further away than it actually was, like the hallway was stretching out before her impossible long. A few of the paintings and photos on the walls seemed to watch her. And then the lights flickered and then turned off completely, basking the place in darkness, only illuminated by what little light fell from the street through the front door's window. Which wasn't much.

Already on edge as she stepped carefully out into the hallway, doing her best not to make any sound as she moved towards the door, Jessica continued to look around with nervous energy. There was something wrong here, she could just feel it, as if she wasn't in the same place anymore. "A-actually... nevermind, I don't want any candy!" she called out into the stillness, desperation painting her voice. Already her little heart was beating quickly, and the moment the lights suddenly went out, her breath caught in her throat, resulting in a yelp of fear. In the next moment, she took off in a sprint toward the door, doing everything in her power to reach it and escape this horrible house.

Nothing stopped Jessica, no hands grabbed her, and the ground did not split open to swallow her. She could reach the front door without trouble, and it actually opened, contrary to what one would think. Only it did not lead outside; instead, she stumbled into the basement and was suddenly standing between an old broken down washing machine and clothing rack, the floor cold and hard, the room stuffed full of old memorabilia which in the twilight were barely able to be made out, only illuminated by a flickering, weak light bulb dangling from their ceiling. On one of the many shelves, a group of porcelain puppets turned their heads to look at Jessica, and somewhere below the old rickety wooden stairs, something was whispering.

The rush of relief Jessica felt as the door opened was only brief, as no sooner had she rushed through before she found herself in another place entirely, a place that was decidedly creepier than anything had a right to be. What little she was able to make out in the gloom under the single, flickering light bulb was something straight out of a horror movie. Or maybe, just maybe, something you'd find in a haunted house.

That was it, she suddenly realized, or at least it was the last logical thought her panicked brain could latch on to. Of course, it was Halloween after all, right? It was the only thing that made sense. "Okay—okay, you got me!" she called out into the dark, some semblance of confidence returning to her voice. "Really scary, okay? You... you can stop now... I don't like this..." she continued, taking a cautious step toward the no doubt mechanical dolls, trying to find whoever was playing this scare on her.

The light kept flickering, and the eyes, and faces, of the dolls kept watching Jessica, but no apparent mechanism that was controlling this became visible. Something was breathing behind her, heavy and loud and menacing. And then something moved, however not from where she might have expected it. Fleshy tendrils slipped out of crevices and cracks, from the ceiling and the floor and the walls, some long and thin, some much thicker and crowned with some strange bulb. Reaching for Jessica, trying to grab her, to engulf her. One large tendril grew out of the now open washing machine, ending in what was essentially an oversized eyeball, red and angry and dripping with some strange substance.

Whatever little hope she'd had of this all being a prank was swiftly smashed as the building around her became a nightmare-scape of writhing tentacles, their slithering shapes appearing from all over. Of course, this was all still impossible, and Jessica watched the tentacles with wide, shocked eyes, mouth open, and heart beating rapidly in her chest. "You... you're kidding... right?" she stammered in disbelief, not understanding what it was that she was seeing. "This can't be real... this is all just a bad dream..."

All around her, the house felt like it had come alive, reaching out towards her with its disgusting appendages, some part of her mind still unwilling to believe this was anything but a trick. "S-stay away! Don't come any closer!" she yelled as they began to close in on her, backing away from the approaching tentacles the best she could. "Don't—don't touch me! You're disgusting!" she screamed angrily at the closest one, kicking out at it with the leg she wore her singular thigh-high on, trying to make whatever it was back off.