A serial killer who takes pleasure in others' fear and suffering, indicating a sadistic personality. He is manipulative, using threats of death to control his victim and force her into submission. His actions suggest he's domineering, violent and devoid of empathy or remorse for his horrendous actions. He has an intimidating physical presence given the power dynamic portrayed in the story.

She heard the question and saw a maniac that wanted her flesh. Allison shrieked in terror as she looked up into his face. "Get away from me you psycho!" She backed up quickly but her back hit the wall. There was nowhere to run. He had her cornered and she was shaking with fear.

The man didn't move. Rupert let her do her number and fed himself with the look on her face when she hit the wall. The body's reflex was to run, despite knowing she had nowhere to go. He laughed when she realized the wall was still there.

But he still didn't move. Instead, he looked at her and asked again. "Are you a virgin? You can answer me or I can check right now. Which will it be?" He said anxious for her reply.

Allison was too scared to think straight. All she saw was a monster that wanted to hurt her. Her brain didn't even register what he had said. She heard the question but didn't even know he was asking her something at all. She was still trying to kick herself further back but of course wasn't going anywhere. "Get away from me!" She screamed. "Please stop hurting me!"

Rupert smiled. He enjoyed it when they struggled. He enjoyed breaking them in and seeing that resistance wear down. So when she said that he went for the shackles.

Despite her struggles and her protests and cries for mercy, the girl was soon tied to the wall, with her hands behind her back, forced into a sitting position. He then forced her legs open with his body and leaned in, looking at her crotch. Using his left hand, he parted her lips and took a look inside

Allison struggled and screamed but he secured her to the wall. She sobbed as he spread her legs roughly and even spread her pussy lips. The young woman wished that she was literally anywhere but here. Why did she insist on taking out the damn trash?

Rupert enjoyed her struggles quite more than he expected to. In fact, he actually found it funny that, despite how futile it was, she still tried to somehow shield herself from him. She still had to come to terms with her situation.

After looking at her pussy enough to be satisfied, the man pondered whether he should give her a taste of what was expecting her or not. He decided against it for now, but when he got up from between her legs, he made sure to linger in front of her enough for her to see his erection pushing against his trousers. "We're going to have so much fun" he said, with a perverted smile.

He was between Allison's legs far longer than she wanted but he didn't insert anything into her pussy. She saw the tent in his pants when he stood up. Tears were streaming down her face as she shook her head. "Please no!" She pleaded in barely above a whisper.

When Rupert got up from between her legs, he looked down at her pleading face. He enjoyed hearing her beg, but that didn't phase him at all. His plan was set in motion and she had no way of stopping him. Which was something he enjoyed. He put his hand on the bulge in his pants and looked down.

He put his hands in his pants afterwards and started to touch himself. "It's not up to you, little dove" he said while caressing her face with his free hand as he masturbated himself in front of her.

Allison struggled helplessly. When he pulled his dick out she turned away quickly. But he grabbed her face and turned it back around. He was forcing her to watch him jerk off his own cock. It was so hard. She panicked thinking that he was going to hold her head hear and cum on her face or something. "Oh god stop!!" She begged him as she kicked and writhed helplessly.

The man smiled at her struggles and picked up the pace while stroking his cock. Rupert looked at her face and forced her mouth open. He let her anticipate in terror for a second, before, against all expectations, spitting in her mouth. He quickly forced it close again, to make her shallow.

"The quicker I cum, the faster it's over for you, little dove" he said looking down at his cock, trying to make her comply. He was not close to finishing, but he wanted to see if she'd give in that easily

Allison felt her mouth pried open. Her eyes filled with panic. He was going to make her swallow his cum. Suddenly he spit in her mouth and forced it shut, covering it tightly. His hand also covered her nose. The poor girl coughed as he violently forced her to swallow his saliva. Tears were pouring down her face.

Seeing her struggles against his hand and the chains while she gagged on his spit was more than enough for him to push himself over the edge. Rupert always came fast when first breaking his victims. The rush he got from their predicament was too much.

As he felt his orgasm approaching he aimed his erect cock at her from a distance. He didn't particularly care where it landed. Most of it got on her teared up face while some sprayed her neck and chest. After that he put his cock back in his pants and, looking down on her, said "It's up to you if you lick your lips or not. I for one think you are prettier with cum on your face".

Allison felt a stream of thick, hot, liquid splash onto her face. Immediately followed by another. She had been right in her assumption that he wanted to force her to take a facial. He held her head still as he plastered his cum all over her face. There was a little on her breasts and neck but mostly her face.

He put his dick away and released his hold on her. She was still secured tightly to the wall and helpless as cum dripped off of her drenched face.

The man took a few steps back and watched his cum drip on the girl's face and body. He was a little bit disappointed that he couldn't have any more in that regard for the moment.

However, Rupert took his place on the stool he brought and spoke to her. "You can cry yourself to sleep how much you want. You can struggle until you bleed. But you are not getting out. So the only choice you have to make your life easier is to cooperate. Understood?" He said in a cold tone.

Allison wanted a shower, or at least something to wash her face. But she clearly wouldn't be getting that anytime soon. She sat there in the chains sobbing. Her tears mixing with the cum on her face as he stared at her menacingly.

Rupert looked at her, wondering what was going on in her head. Because he knew perfectly what was going on in his. He had so many ideas to toy with her. Looking down towards her, he said "I will be bringing you food and drinks. If you behave, I'll unchain you. If not, you'll sleep tied to the wall"

He then pointed towards the two pots in the other corner of the room. "If you need to go to the restroom, that's where you'll do it. For tonight, however, you'll do it tied to the wall. Or you'll hold it, that's up to you" he said with a smile. Then, he continued "You are here for my pleasure. You can resist, but you'll face the consequences. I will use you however I want, whenever I want. Is that understood?" he said feeling his cock twitch just a little bit at the thought. He was quite grateful for the fact that he could recover quickly.

Allison struggled helplessly against the chains holding her down. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this crazy psycho's basement. But it seemed more and more like she wasn't going to make it out of here alive. Unless he slipped up somehow and she got lucky she was probably a dead woman. The inevitability of that thought just made her break down and sob.

Rupert's lack of reaction started to annoy him slightly. He knew how traumatic her situation was, but her sobbing was not a fun reaction. He leaned in bringing his mouth close to her face and, licking some of her tears, along with his cum, he said: "If you play your cards right, you might get out of here" he said with a smile that seemed honest. He wanted to give her a slither of hope. He was not completely lying. "But if you keep crying I'll kill you and find a new toy" he said deadly serious.

Allison screamed in terror when she heard that. "Please please please don't kill me!!" She pleaded. "I want to go home please!" But it had worked. She wasn't crying anymore. Apparently the thought of dying was a far bigger fear for her than the thought of being raped.

Her reaction was pleasant enough. It meant Rupert was willing to let her live. He never wanted to kill his victims. The first two were mistakes. They both tried to escape or kill him. The first one hit him so hard that he almost fainted, so he strangled her. The second on almost stabbed him with a piece of metal so he drowned her in the pot in her cell.

His intention was to train the girl as a sexual slave and eventually sell her to the right buyer. Or perhaps have her around as his personal servant. He didn't take great pleasure in killing them. Hr took pleasure in tormenting and toying with them. "Do you want to live?" He said undoing his pants and pulling his cock out again.

Allison was terrified at the thought of dying. She didn't want to suck his cock nor did she want to let him fuck her pussy. But if it meant not being killed that was a plus. Maybe she could find a way to escape. She nodded quickly. "Yes please let me live!"

"I will, little dove. For as long as you keep me happy" Rupert said as he leaned in to kiss her lips forcefully. He then got closer to her and she could feel the smell of his cock. He had showered only two days ago so it was a little musky. "Now, choose which whole you want filled. Your ass or your pussy?" He was already eyeing her lower body. He would have liked her mouth, but he didn't want to risk her biting on his dick. So he started to rub it as his hand found it's way to her crotch.

Oh god, Allison thought to herself. Her asshole was in danger too? But then she remembered the alternative option. Getting ass raped was much better than getting killed. But she could still push it off and delay it as long as possible. "P... p... pussy!" She stammered a little trying not to sound too scared.

Rupert's smile of victory was honest and bright. His mouth opened to show her his teeth. He liked his lips and then moved closer to her. "A wise choice" he said spitting on his cock a couple of times. He was more than ready to go.

Positioning himself between her legs, he found her opening with his fingers. He slid inside with some effort, enlarging her for his cock. She was inviting and his dick twitched with anticipation at the thought of entering her.

Allison sat there still chained to the wall. He was preparing to enter her pussy and she knew it too. But there was no way to stop him. She had to just let him fuck her pussy so she could live. When she felt him drive his cock inside her pussy she squealed. He was big. She squirmed a little but forced herself to accept her fate.

Her squeals and whines were so strong that Rupert felt like he was going to cum on the spot. He stopped for a second, adjusting to the sensations and feeling her pussy around his shaft.

He looked into her eyes and forced her face towards his as he started to slowly pump in and out of her. She was still not aroused so the motion generated quite some friction. That was good, however, since it decreased the pleasure which allowed him to go longer. He would occasionally force her to kiss him or to open her mouth so he could spit inside it.

He was fucking Allison roughly and he forced her mouth open. Spitting in it and forcing her to choke it down. She was clearly disgusted by it. She hoped he didn't ever want to make her swallow something else. Allison shuddered at the thought. The good news was her pussy was slowly responding to the rape and getting wet so it hurt less.

Rupert felt her getting wetter and he picked up his pace. He felt confident on his endurance for the time being and he wanted to enjoy her young body quite some time before filling her with his cum. He pumped her faster as his hand reached for her neck and gently squeezed. He let more of his weight on her body and let himself go faster but not yet brutally fast.

He was getting faster and his hand squeezed Allison's throat. Her eyes widened with fear and she struggled a bit. If he squeezed much tighter she wouldn't be able to breathe. Was his promise to leave her alive just a heartless lie?

Rupert removed his hand from her throat quickly though. As soon as her eyes widened. He didn't want her to get scared and start thrashing around. He caressed her face gently as he used his hand for support. His movements became faster and his breath turned into panting. He was still not even close to finishing.

He was still pounding away at Allison's pussy. But the good news was he wasn't squeezing her throat anymore. She lay there and let him fuck her, getting more and more turned on the longer he was fucking her. Soon she was actually moaning as her pussy squeezed on his cock.

Hearing her moans sent shivers of pleasure down Rupert's spine. Grabbing her by her nape as he pounded faster and deeper into her he leaned in to her ear and spoke to her: "I knew that deep down you were nothing more than a shameless slut" He liked overplaying his hand when it came to teasing them and making them self conscious about their reaction. He grabbed her waist as well and he increased his rhythm.

"No I'm not a slut!" Allison screamed out trying to convince herself that she wasn't. This was still rape but it felt so good. Was she going to? Yes she was. "Oh god no not like this!" The young woman came hard. Her pussy clamping down on his cock as her creamy juices flowed out of her.

Hearing her words while her body arched and squeezed him in pleasure was ironic. She was cumming on his cock during the first time Rupert would rape her. He leaned in again to cover hear moans with a kiss as his speed became even greater and he neared his own climax. He whispered in her ear "Deep inside your pussy or on your face, slut?"

Allison was felt him speed up even more, raping her right through her orgasm. She writhed and squirmed as he asked her where she wanted him to cum. Neither place sounded good but him cumming at all was not wanted. "Please I'm not a slut!" She insisted. "Don't cum inside me!" Her eyes clearly indicated she didn't want either, especially since she already had cum on her face.

Rupert gave himself one final push, picking up the pace just a little more and holding her body close to his, using it for support, he let go deep inside her. He felt his cock twitch and release streams of semen in her inviting pussy.

He realized after that she choose not to have him creampie her, but it was not like it matter at all. "That's for lying. You are a slut. Only sluts cum when they have their hole raped" he said with a smirk


A helpful and caring man, always ready to support Riley in his limited mobility due to his injured leg. He is knowledgeable about the ocean, pearls, and constellations, suggesting that he has a curious nature and enjoy learning new things. Alejandro is resourceful as he finds a jar for Riley's shell collection and carries him on their exploration of the island. His friendly demeanor makes it easy for them to discuss various topics and bond over their shared interests.

When Riley started talking about his collections, Alejandro simply nodded. He had seen Riley collecting shells and little bobbles that wound up on the beach. A few of them had been sent by him, though none were as special as the conch shell he had gifted him as a child. When asking for a jar he hummed thoughtfully.

"I think I might. Let me check" He set aside the half shell he had kept the water in and went to an old chest beside the bed. It was one he had dragged up from a ship wreck ages ago. It still had a few barnacles encrusted on it. As he searched through, there were a few things he avoided bringing out, like ancient treasures and trinkets. He would love to shower Riley with gifts but it would raise too much suspicion. Finally he found what he was looking for.

"Here." He drew out a somewhat dirty looking glass jar. he ran it under the spring to clean it before handing it to Riley.

"Thank you!" He said excitedly, taking the jar into his hands. It'd be something to pass the time, at least for now.

"Care to help me? Maybe we might find some interesting things to put in it," Riley asked as he very carefully got off of the bed and onto his good leg. He dangled the bad on a few inches from the ground, not wanting to risk putting any pressure on it if he could. Holding the jar to his chest he started hopping until he got to the edge of the little cavern. The rest was sand, and jumping one legged into sand wouldn't be the wises choice. He hated being so limited, it made him feel like a small child all over again. Quietly he stared before taking a small hop into the warm sand, instead of jumping he did an odd shimmy until he was close enough to the water that it couldn't reach him.

Placing himself to the sand he started scooping small handfuls into the slightly dirty glass jar. Carefully he pulled some dull cream shells fragments from the sand and dropped them into the jar. "Have you ever found a pearl? Or a shark tooth?" He had never spotted a pearl, but he had a few shark teeth scattered in a jar or two. He wasn't too lucky with his findings, but he never minded. The small shells were just as nice, and the dull colored ones looked nice too.

Seeing the joy on Riley's face when he gave him the jar made Alejandro smile brightly. he was glad that he could make him smile like that. When he saw Riley trying to get up off the bed he was immediately at his side, helping him to his feet and walking him , or supporting him, as he hopped across the floor. "Be careful. It may just be a small fracture, but you don't want to make it worse."

Soon enough they reached the sand and it was pleasantly warm under their feet. It wasn't hot and burned your feet like on the normal beach. It was one of the reasons Alejandro enjoyed lying on it so much. Eventually they reached the edge of the water that lapped lazily at the sand near their feet. He slowly helped Riley sit down near the edge and sat down beside him. he watched, a smile playing at his lips as Riley filled the jar with sand and shells. When he asked him about pearls he simply nodded.

"Oh, yeah. I've found tons of pearls before and in all different colors. There's black, pink, yellow, and even blue pearls. I find them so often that I normally give them away to people who want them. I know they're precious stones but I don't really use them for anything."

"They sound beautiful," Pearls were often seen as a feminine thing, thanks to what is made with them that gave them a bit of status in the world. Though, if anything had to do with the water and the ocean, the boy often times fell in love with it. Riley didn't like store bought pearl, as half the time he didn't believe they were real, but he hadn't put in much effort to go looking for the beautiful pearls, he was sure he could find one if he looked hard enough.

"What's your favorite thing about the ocean? Or—if it was a person what kind of compliment would you give them?" In school, when they gave assignments in school for creative writing, there were a few where they'd want you to personify a nonliving thing. Of course, Riley picked the ocean, and turned it to a person, or described it as if it was some living creature. Maybe his love was unhealthy, he did enjoy other things, such as writing and drawing.

"I'd love to explore with you a bit, maybe when my leg is a bit better?" Besides the beautiful sea there was a wonderful island he could enjoy with the stranger. He wanted to change the subject, maybe the other didn't want to hear him talk about the water so much. He felt a twinge of anxiety in his chest at the thought of bugging the wonderful man with his rambles and questions. He wasn't used to being so talkative with someone he didn't know, normally he'd clam up a bit. But here he was chatting as if he knew this man his whole life.

Alejandro couldn't help himself but to smile at the young mortal. He was so sweet and saw beauty in the place that Alejandro called his home. It was genuine and pure admiration. When he asked him his questions he smiled brightly and let out a happy laugh. Only Riley could ask questions like that of someone like him.

"Oh, the questions you ask. Well... if I had to describe the person that is the ocean I would say they are impulsive and no one can control them. They love to explore and they're enchanted with the land and the people the, but they can never really be part of it. I know that's very general, but I also think that's pretty accurate."

He continued to look at him with a smile to see what he would think to say next. The look of mild embarrassment on his face was rather adorable. He was so shy. When he expressed his desire to explore his world with him he couldn't be more ecstatic. It seemed there was a chance that Riley was warming up to him already. Maybe things would turn out even better than expected. "That sounds great. A little exploring would be nice."

Riley tried imagining a person while the man described him. "Doesn't seem like they'd be a very happy person, very secluded from what they'd want to be around." Carefully he got to his feet, as it was decided that they would go exploring a bit to see what the land had to offer as he wouldn't be able to enjoy the sea. "You could possibly show me your favorite spot?" He asked, curious what the other liked in contrast to what he might enjoy.

"Maybe we can find a stick that I could use to help me walk," He joked, though he honestly wouldn't be able to hop all the way there, and he didn't want to just put his entire weight on poor Alejandro.

"How did you get to this island anyway? Were you just—sick of normal life and decided to come here?" Riley was most curious about this, how someone could just live on a random island. Maybe he was just born there and his parents died or moved back to mainlands, maybe it was just a dream of his. Riley didn't think he'd be able to live like this, he might go bad from the silence and lack of people. That and—he had zero survival skills.

"Well I think that they will find their happiness one way or another." He smiled a bit as he also stood, making sure to support Riley as he got to his feet. It was about mid day now, but they still had plenty of time to explore when asked about his favorite spots Alejandro hummed thoughtfully as he looked up and down the shoreline. Aside from the cove there was another place that came to mind.

"If we walk further inland of the island there's a waterfall with a small pond at it's base. It's a really nice place to relax and just enjoy. I sometime dive off the top of the waterfall. I could carry you there if you want. It's a bit of a tough walk considering your leg. I don't mind it."

After a bit of discussion he finally got Riley to agree to letting him carry him to the waterfall. He had him on his back, being careful of his leg as they traveled. When asked about how he got here he had to bend the truth a bit, but he tried to be as honest as possible. "Well, I've been here for as long as I can remember. I've never lived anywhere else."


A young and enthusiastic man with a deep love for the ocean and its treasures, such as pearls and shells. Despite his injured leg, he remains curious about exploring the island and eager to learn more from Alejandro. He is creative, as evidenced by his interest in personifying the ocean during their conversation. Riley also displays an open-mindedness and warmth towards Alejandro, allowing them to quickly develop a connection despite not knowing each other for long.

Riley tried imagining a person while the man described him. "Doesn't seem like they'd be a very happy person, very secluded from what they'd want to be around." Carefully he got to his feet, as it was decided that they would go exploring a bit to see what the land had to offer as he wouldn't be able to enjoy the sea. "You could possibly show me your favorite spot?" He asked, curious what the other liked in contrast to what he might enjoy.

"Maybe we can find a stick that I could use to help me walk," He joked, though he honestly wouldn't be able to hop all the way there, and he didn't want to just put his entire weight on poor Alejandro.

"How did you get to this island anyway? Were you just—sick of normal life and decided to come here?" Riley was most curious about this, how someone could just live on a random island. Maybe he was just born there and his parents died or moved back to mainlands, maybe it was just a dream of his. Riley didn't think he'd be able to live like this, he might go bad from the silence and lack of people. That and—he had zero survival skills.


A mother who has to manage the daily routines and whims of her 9-year-old daughter. She appears to be patient, as she initially tries to reason with Luna about her clothing choices. However, when pushed too far, she doesn't hesitate to enforce discipline, showing that she's firm and authoritative. Her decision for Luna's punishment implies that she's not afraid of unconventional methods if they serve the purpose of teaching a lesson. Despite this strictness, it's evident that she cares for Luna, preparing her breakfast and making sure everything is ready for school. This suggests that Helen is caring and responsible but also values discipline and respect in her household.

Helen, the mother of 9-year-old Luna, sighed a bit. The girl's favorite skirt was in the wash due to her playing and splashing about, and she knew Luna sometimes got a bit troublesome about her clothes. *Well, never mind, let's see how it goes.*

She picked out some clothes for the day—white socks, white underwear covered in little stars, a pink pair of shorts, and her lightweight white T-shirt. "All right Luna, time to get up and get dressed. You have school today!"

Luna heard her mother and quickly ran to where she was and started to get dressed. Putting on her underwear and then the socks followed by the T-shirt, she saw the shorts laying there but looked around the room. "Wait, where's my skirt? I wanted to wear it today, can you go get that instead?" She didn't want to wear the shorts, she knew that her skirt might have been dirty but expected her mother to already have washed it, so she just took the shorts and put them away and sat down. "I'll just wait here while you go get it."

Helen frowned a bit—she didn't like the attitude her daughter was getting, especially considering how it was Luna's fault that the skirt needed washing.

"No, it doesn't work like that. The skirt is in the wash because you got it all dirty. So today you're wearing those shorts. Take them back out and put them on, then we can go have breakfast. Come on, get the shorts on." She was starting to get that warning voice, the one that said, "Do as you're told or there will be a spanking."

Luna frowned when she heard her mother say it was her fault that it was all dirty and that she couldn't wear it. Even after getting the warning, she shook her head. "No I want to wear my skirt, it makes me super cute, you should have washed it earlier." She was normally well-mannered, but she could get pretty pouty about her clothes. She always wanted to wear what she wanted to wear, so she complained if she didn't get the chance to.

"Don't push your luck, young lady. I'll be washing this over the weekend, and until then, you have to wear something else. I've been patient with you, but this is your warning." Her mother stepped closer to her, towering over her and pointing. "This is your last chance to do as you're told."

Luna shook her head again. "No, I don't want to wear the shorts if my skirt is dirty, why can't you just go and buy me another one to wear while you wash that one?" She had a big pout on her face by now. It was clear that she wasn't changing her mind about what she wanted to wear. She never did. "It can't be that expensive, so we can get it on the way to school and I can change in the store."

"Right, that's it." Helen had had enough of Luna's attitude there, and seeing as her daughter was sat on the edge of the bed, she grabbed the girl's legs and lifted them back up over her head, positioning her bottom in the air. With her free hand, she tugged the panties out of the way and started spanking her—hard.

"I've certainly had enough of your attitude, and let me tell you this: by the end of today, you're going to love the sight of these shorts because you're not wearing them today. You're not wearing any pants! No pants, skirt, panties, nothing of the sort!"

Luna looked worried when she heard her mother's angry voice, and she wanted to run off, but before she could, her legs were lifted over her. "W-wait, no. I'm sorry. I'll wear them."

Even though she asked, she felt the hard spanks and yelped out and shook her head. "I-I'm sorry mommy, please. I'm sorry I'll be good now." Hearing that she wasn't going to be wearing any clothes for her bottom made her worried. "B-but mommy, I need to wear clothes there, what if I get in trouble. I-I'll even wear the shorts, please mommy. I'm really sorry. I won't complain anymore."

"It's too late for that, I warned you, and you kept complaining. I've had enough of your stubbornness, so you're going to learn your lesson this time."

Helen pulled the underwear all the way up to Luna's ankles, then off her feet, before throwing them aside. Straight away, she went back to holding Luna in the legs-up position and spanking her. "If you get in trouble for walking around with your bare bottom out, that's just too bad—whatever punishment you get is just part of your punishment for the attitude and argument."

After several more smacks, she finished. There was just a pink blush across both cheeks. She then grabbed Luna's wrist and pulled her to her feet. "Now come on, we're having breakfast."

"I'm really sorry, mommy. I will learn my lesson. Please don't make me wear nothing." Luna knew her cries were not going to work, but she didn't know what to do.

As she continued to be spanked, she also continued to let out yelps and started to wiggle as her butt started to hurt more and more. Once it was finally over, and she was pulled onto her feet, she rubbed her butt a bit with a few tears in her eyes. "Y-yes, mommy, I'm sorry." She then waited to follow her mother to the table.

Helen made sure Luna followed her to the kitchen, where she made breakfast for the two. As far as she was concerned, the matter was settled: they didn't need any more discussion; her daughter was going to be bare below the waist for the whole day.

Eventually, it was time. With breakfast finished, she helped Luna put her shoes on and handed her schoolbag to her. "Your lunch is already packed, we have everything, so let's go."

Luna followed her mother without another word. She didn't want to get in more trouble than she already was and ate quietly as well. She didn't know what she was going to tell her teachers; maybe one of them would give her clothes if she told them that she couldn't find any to wear.

After they finished breakfast, she put on her shoes and took her bag and nodded. "Y-yes, mommy." She was holding her bag in front of her lower half, trying to cover up the best she could while she followed her.

The drive to school didn't take long, and her mother didn't say anything during the duration of the drive. All too soon, they pulled into the car park, and she helped Luna out of the car.

"All right, I expect you to be on your best behavior today. If I hear about you giving any more attitude to teachers, arguing, or talking back, you can expect a good switch when you get home. So be a good girl and learn plenty today."

She then hugged Luna and watched to make sure she did indeed head off to her classroom, where other students were soon in for a shock—along with the homeroom teacher, Miss Barnes.


A 9-year-old girl who is particular about her clothes, indicating a sense of style and possibly an eye for fashion at an early age. She has a stubborn streak, especially when it comes to wearing what she wants, which suggests that she is assertive and strong-willed. Despite this, she can be well-mannered most of the time. Her reactions during the dispute with her mother reveal that she can be pouty and somewhat argumentative when things don't go her way. However, after being disciplined by her mother, Luna shows remorse and promises to behave better in the future, indicating that she understands consequences and has respect for authority figures.

The drive to school didn't take long, and her mother didn't say anything during the duration of the drive. All too soon, they pulled into the car park, and she helped Luna out of the car.

"All right, I expect you to be on your best behavior today. If I hear about you giving any more attitude to teachers, arguing, or talking back, you can expect a good switch when you get home. So be a good girl and learn plenty today."

She then hugged Luna and watched to make sure she did indeed head off to her classroom, where other students were soon in for a shock—along with the homeroom teacher, Miss Barnes.

Luna stayed quiet on the drive to school, not really wanting to say anything. She was scared to even go to school like this. What was everyone going to think and how much trouble would she get into?

Before she could calm down, they were already there, and she was being helped out of the car. "Y-yes, mommy, I'll be a good girl for the rest of the day." She then hugged her mother back and started to walk off to her classroom.

Once she got there, she held her back in front of her so that the fact that she wasn't wearing bottoms would be hidden, and opened the door just standing there. If she walked to her desk, the teacher would see, so she wasn't sure what she could do, so she was just frozen in the doorway.


A woman with a tight, muscular body, resulting from regular gym visits. She has full lips and dark eyes that often reflect her emotions. While she normally plays a supporting role in their relationship, taking care of Nathaniel emotionally, she also harbors desires to be more assertive, especially in their intimate moments. This suggests that she is nurturing yet strong-willed and adventurous. Her decision to act on these desires indicates that she's confident and willing to explore new dynamics within their relationship. Despite her boldness, she can be somewhat shy or nervous when stepping out of her usual role---this hints at an underlying vulnerability or cautiousness in her personality.

Violet brought her legs up to crass over his just as she was pulling the blanket off the back of the couch to lay over the both of them. Gossip girl drowned on but she got bored. She didn't tend to like to watch the same things for a long period of time so she switched to Netflix and flipped through for that romantic movie she was hoping to watch. She found it with a giggle and pressed play. She looked up at him knowing how much of a pain it was to get him to watch these types of movies. She really was milking this whole being in charge thing. "You'll love it." She ensure him before moving in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He tasted like wine.

Even though Nathaniel watched the show with disdain Nathaniel was glad to be enjoying time eating with his wife. When he was finished he placed the plastic container on the table and soon she followed doing the same. The two of them looked picture perfect beside one another sipping their wine, he knew it, and he loved that they had the chance to do so. Not a word was said between them watching the show yet, somehow the spoken word was unneeded at that time and the feeling of her so close to him was all he needed to know she was enjoying the night so far.

His arm now nestled in around her, his hand resting on her abdomen just below her breast. He could feel her tight body through her sweater and he couldn't help but to let his fingers softly play in the fabric. He himself had maintained a relatively toned thin body shape sometimes he figured he should accompany her in the gym and match her level of fitness but his work had once again gotten in the way. After a few minutes and the show ending she settled in a bit more and cover them both with a blanket. Now that the show was over she was now changing it over to a quite feminine flick that he was just not interested in but he remained a good sport.

"Ahhh, fine. It is your night after all my Queen." Nathaniel teased with a light giggle. The blanket had shielded the cool breeze as it swept over the living room and onto the couch it was nice, cozy and added a bit to the intimacy of the situation.

Nathaniel let her kiss linger for a few moments and savored her taste. He nodded in response he may not love the movie but he did love her.Tonight was definitely different being in the side seat for once. It was unusual and he wasn't sure he liked it yet. He ultimately was waiting for her to see what she would do with all her newly given power. It couldn't be that bad, could it?

The feeling of his finger tangled in her sweater made her shiver a bit. She had to admit she liked the feeling. All of his energy was focused on her, for once she was in the forefront of his mind. Violet wished she hadn't even kissed him because now the taste of him was invading his thoughts and permeating along her tongue. She wished she could sip it like she sipped her wine. She finished her glass and glanced at the bottle. She poured herself another full glass and then leaned back into him. She pulled his arm over her and pressed her back into his chest.

She moved her hand to his stomach letting her fingers dance over the fabric like he had. It made the warmth between her legs grow slowly. Biting her full lip she intended to focus on the movie but her eyes kept lingering to his face. After a long torturous opening scene she finally leaned in and captured his lips again. This time her fingers strayed to his cheek brushing over it slowly. Her tongue teased his lips trying to coax his out. It wasn't usually how she acted, but it was her night right? The power she got from making the fist move was actually exhilarating.

Violet's heart galloped in her chest as she moved her body to press her breasts into his chest. She did not mind his slim frame, she loved it actually. She would not change it for the world. With each tongue filled kiss she felt more and more bold. Her fingers strayed under his shirt grazing over his skin and reveling in the touch of it. He was warm and his skin was actually super soft. She pulled the blanket from them and moved to fully push her hands under his shirt before lifting it over his head. She bit her lip excitement lit up her face and her dark eyes were full of hunger.

Nathaniel's mind drew to the impression of her lips against his own, savoring her flavor and her feeling. He could feel his body begin to warm just like his chest was from the few glasses of wine he had. He closed his eyes trying to stave off his arousal so that she wouldn't feel compelled to help him. He wanted her to continue her fun and he was beginning to know what it was like to truly yearn for someone. She had now repositioned herself placing her hands on his abdomen and doing as he had. The sensation only made his situation jump further into the deep end. He could feel himself bulging harder against his pajamas. He noticed her peaking up at him until she now leaned up and brought her lips back to his. He let out a soft breath of pleasure as her lips teased his own. She had started to really surprise him as she beckoned his tongue with hers. Who was he to deny her.

The heat between them increased as the movie was now irrelevant to him as she continued to kiss him their tongues playing with one another. Nathaniel let out a soft moan now feeling his arousal beginning to peak for the time being. He now felt the soft palm of her hand as it ran up his abdomen and before he knew it the Blanket and his shirt were now cleared from his body. Their kiss had broken at this point and his chest heaved slightly from the passion they had created between them. The look on her face was one he'd never seen. Never before had she done this, he was quite happy with his decision. "What had gotten into you? I like it." He said looking to her ravenous eyes.

Violet couldn't help but giggle as her breath also came in puffs. A blush crept over her cheeks and was starting to form a warmth on her neck. Her thumb played over his rib cage and she couldn't help but giggle again nervously was he focused his attention on her and asked her that question. "I-I was thinking.." She drifted off as she looked down at his bare chest and traced down his sternum. Her mouth began to water at the sight of the goose flesh she incited.

They had never had much of a sexual connection it was more of a emotional one. They needed each other. She had always been his rock and taken care of him. In most areas that weren't of a sexual nature. Sometimes she would give in to him no matter what he wanted. For once though she felt the need gathering in her gut tightening her muscular body. Her dark eyes darkened a bit before flashing back to his. "Since I am in charge and all. I-I thought it might be fun for me to take charge in... in other ways." Her blush deepened a bit as her hand moved to unbutton his pants. She pulled it a part watching the zipper crawl open.

She just wanted to hear him agree before she tried to go any further. She was still a bit timid as this had been a fantasy of hers for a while but she never really thought she would have the balls to do it. Moving herself once more she settled in his lap stroking his sternum before capturing his lips again. The warmth bloomed in her again and her tongue stroked over his again. Her hands moved up his chest and over his shoulders.


A man who maintains a relatively toned, slim physique. He is not overly concerned with fitness, often prioritizing work over gym visits. He is more of a passive partner in their relationship, content to let Violet take the lead during their intimate moments. Despite this, he enjoys the domestic bliss they share and adores his wife deeply. His personality can be described as patient, accommodating, and supportive---he doesn't mind indulging Violet's preferences for romantic movies or her desire to be in control occasionally. His willingness to step aside and let her lead also shows that he's open-minded and adaptable.

Violet couldn't help but giggle as her breath also came in puffs. A blush crept over her cheeks and was starting to form a warmth on her neck. Her thumb played over his rib cage and she couldn't help but giggle again nervously was he focused his attention on her and asked her that question. "I-I was thinking.." She drifted off as she looked down at his bare chest and traced down his sternum. Her mouth began to water at the sight of the goose flesh she incited.

They had never had much of a sexual connection it was more of a emotional one. They needed each other. She had always been his rock and taken care of him. In most areas that weren't of a sexual nature. Sometimes she would give in to him no matter what he wanted. For once though she felt the need gathering in her gut tightening her muscular body. Her dark eyes darkened a bit before flashing back to his. "Since I am in charge and all. I-I thought it might be fun for me to take charge in... in other ways." Her blush deepened a bit as her hand moved to unbutton his pants. She pulled it a part watching the zipper crawl open.

She just wanted to hear him agree before she tried to go any further. She was still a bit timid as this had been a fantasy of hers for a while but she never really thought she would have the balls to do it. Moving herself once more she settled in his lap stroking his sternum before capturing his lips again. The warmth bloomed in her again and her tongue stroked over his again. Her hands moved up his chest and over his shoulders.

Her giggle was contagious. Nathaniel couldn't help but smile hearing it. He wanted so badly to give into his impulse and take over but this was hands down the most turned on he had been in a while. He fingers danced on his skin as she teased him. He listened and hung in each word she spoke as she told him what she was thinking. His hand held her waist firmly now. Feeling her pajama bottoms he focused on her voice and what she said cause him to pause for a moment. A question he never thought he'd hear her ask. His cheeks hurt from smiling now. He felt himself becoming more and more hard beneath his pants as she unbuttoned them.

"Baby, I am all for you being in charge that way. It will be a nice change." Nathaniel told her shaking his head. He felt a chill run down his spine as he looked to her eyes hearing the slow pull of his zipper. He was so antsy now but giddy as a child.

He loosened his grip on her and laid his hands on her thighs palms up. "I am yours tonight, anything you want, you get." He told her as he waited on her next move. He felt a welling heat build in his core and he felt himself erect for her straining against his pants and touching the inside of her thigh. He watched with soft lustful eyes awaiting her orders.


An imposing figure with a rough appearance. He has a short temper and can be manipulative, justifying his abusive actions as discipline. His enjoyment of punishing Summer suggests that he has a darker side to his personality. Additionally, his heavy drinking indicates that he might struggle with emotional issues or coping mechanisms.

Once would never be enough, shouldn't be enough, and Joe soon found himself striking Summer again... and again... before hitting the belt against her once more, 4 times the leather belt smacked the back of her legs, leaving a deep red mark, the bruising immediately appearing on her pale legs. He eventually let go of her hair, and dropped the belt to the floor.

Stepping back he looked at her before shaking his head, and watched as she ran from the kitchen, "That's right Summer, I am your father and you are to listen to me from now on or it's just going to happen again, now get out of my face, I don't want to see you for the rest of the day".

Summer screamed witch each blow. Every time the hard leather smacked her sensitive calves a scream burst fourth. Four blows might have been twenty to a teenager. Finally he let her hair and her legs gave out on her, causing her to fall forward. Summer quickly ran to her room and slammed the door behind her. She screamed at her image in the full length mirror in her bedroom and kicked the wall. Her little legs were stinging, it felt as if they'd been burned. It hurt to bend them.

She went to her dresser and pulled, then shoved and repeated this process until about a foot of the dresser was covering the door, just in case her father heard her. Then she threw herself face first on the bed and balled her eyes out until finally she full asleep with the pillow over her head.

Joe watched her run up the stairs, he was still furious and hadn't calmed down a little bit, striking her with his belt had made him feel a little better though, it had been how his father had taught him a lesson when he disobeyed him. His wife had never let him hit or discipline Summer, and he saw this as part of the reason for how she acted now, but now it was different, he was in charge, and he hoped that Summer had now finally realized that.

He grabbed the two bottles of Jack Daniels, and made his way into the lounge, grabbing the TV remote and turning the sports channel on before he sat down, drink in his hand, as he planned to just drink the bad memories away. He was watching the game when it hit him, he had actually enjoyed striking Summer, and he didn't regret it one bit.

Halfway through the night Summer had to pee. So, she got up, wincing from the pain in her legs. She moved her dresser and put her ear to the door, not that she'd be able to hear anything, but just in case. Nothing. So she quietly tiptoed out of he room and went to the bathroom. Once that was finished she decided that her father must be in bed, so decided to go downstairs to get something to eat.

She moved as silently as possible down the stars, skipping a couple of the steps that she knew creaked. Once at the bottom of the stairs she heard the drone of the television. Fuck. Well... it didn't matter. She'd sen the alcohol he'd ought, he was probably passed out right now. So, to the kitchen she went, rummaging around to find her cereal. She poured a bowl then frowned and cleaned the mess the milk had made when she spilt it, then sat at the table and began to eat... trying not to crunch too loudly.

Joe had just started to drift off to sleep, he was beyond drunk and had finished both bottles of Jack Daniels which he had brought home that afternoon, when he heard a creaking noise. He looked up and didn't hear anything else and so rested his head back down against the side of the chair. It was only a few minutes later when he heard the sound of the cupboard shutting and the crunching of something that he woke up fully, his headache already raging.

He slowly got up out of his chair and switched the TV off before he made his way out of the lounge and into the hallway, quickly making his way to the kitchen where he simply opened the door and stood in between the door frame, his daughter sitting at the table eating cereal.

Summer heard him. She heard the drone of the television turn off and listened to his steps, then heard them stop. Summer stopped. She placed her spoon in her bowl and just... sat there staring at it. She didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do.

Finally she spoke. "Should... should I get you some aspirin ...daddy?" She crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed at her now cold arms. She still couldn't make herself get out of the chair as much as she wanted to. She wanted to run back to the safety of her room... but stayed right where he found her.

Joe smiled as she had began her sentence, for a split second he had thought she hadn't learnt her lesson, she was about to call him Joe once more, and if she had then he would have punished her, he had realized just how much she had enjoyed punishing her, and was now finding himself looking for an excuse. He felt a warmth as she called him Daddy, she hadn't called him that for so long, but being daddy's little girl, it still had an effect on him.

"That would be great thank you darling", he didn't move, there was an awkwardness in the air, and he was unsure of how to break it. She was obviously scared, whilst he was just drunk and had a huge headache, there was a chance that if he did lose control, then he could do something really terrible.

Summer picked up her bowl and placed it into the sink before pouring a glass of water for her father and getting the pain killers out of the cupboard. She opened the bottle and nervously shook two into her hand. At least she meant to shake two out, her hand was shaking and about six popped into her hand before the rest scattered about the floor as the bottle slipped from her fingers.

She sighed and let four out of the six in her hand fall to the floor as well, it didn't make much of a difference, she'd have to pick up all the rest anyway. She then grabbed the glass of water and walked to where her father was stood in the doorway and held both water and pills out to him.

Joe watched as his seemingly clumsy daughter got him a glass of water and then dropped the majority of the pills on the floor before eventually she came to him with the glass and the two pills. He could feel the awkwardness between the two of them, despite their relationship being difficult before what had happened today, it had never been this awkward. He took the glass and the pills and quickly swallowed, trying to get rid of the throbbing headache he had brought on himself.

He downed the water before stepping inside the kitchen and closer to his daughter as he placed the glass down on the side. "You know Summer... what happened before... it was your fault... what you did meant I had to do it... you accept that don't you".

Summer stepped back once her father had the pills and glass in his hands, she couldn't look at him. If she did all she could think of was him hitting her. Being this close to him made the back of her legs feel like they were stinging even though they weren't. They were still red and would definitely bruise.

He stepped closer to her and she finally looked up at him. Eyes staring at his mouth as he spoke to her. "I... I... I don't" She was going to say she didn't know, but it had been her fault hadn't it? She'd ignored him, talked back, came home from school... maybe she really had deserved it. Her slim shoulders shrugged. "I guess so..." That was as close to an admittance as she was willing to throw out there. "I'm still tired... I think I'm going to go back to bed." Summer stood there a second before moving to leave the kitchen.

Joe smiled as she kind of admitted that she agreed, this was perfect, if he could make her think that it was her own fault, despite it purely being down to him losing his temper, it would mean he could get away with doing it again. Despite telling himself it was the drink, or the headaches, it wasn't, he had enjoyed doing it, and wanted to do it again, but he knew he would have to be patient, wait for her to step out of line once more, which he knew would be soon enough, and then he could test the limits once more, maybe a bit more than just hitting her.


A teenage girl with a youthful and innocent appearance. She has pale legs that show bruising easily. Her personality is submissive, as she struggles to stand up for herself against her father's abuse. She appears scared and unsure of how to handle the situation, often seeking safety in her room. Despite her fear, Summer tries to maintain some level of normalcy by continuing daily activities like eating cereal or getting aspirin for her father.

Summer stepped back once her father had the pills and glass in his hands, she couldn't look at him. If she did all she could think of was him hitting her. Being this close to him made the back of her legs feel like they were stinging even though they weren't. They were still red and would definitely bruise.

He stepped closer to her and she finally looked up at him. Eyes staring at his mouth as he spoke to her. "I... I... I don't" She was going to say she didn't know, but it had been her fault hadn't it? She'd ignored him, talked back, came home from school... maybe she really had deserved it. Her slim shoulders shrugged. "I guess so..." That was as close to an admittance as she was willing to throw out there. "I'm still tired... I think I'm going to go back to bed." Summer stood there a second before moving to leave the kitchen.


A young and determined 24 years old woman rookie cop, who takes her job seriously. She's confident in her abilities but can be sensitive when her competence is questioned. Despite being new to the force, she has seen her fair share of hardships and refuses to back down from confrontations. Her strong sense of duty drives her actions, even in high-pressure situations with dangerous criminals.

As the sounds of footsteps neared Olivia's direction, she prepared her mentally for the danger that was inevitable due to her brave tactics. Waiting just a few more seconds, she stepped from the corner and pointed her gun directly at the assailant who she had caught. Surely this had to be one of the people that had robbed the jewelry store. They were creeping behind an ally, like she suspected and the timing was just right considering the store's security system had went off just fifteen minutes earlier.

She was shaking but with anticipation, looking onto the figure that was cast by the illumination of the moon. She couldn't wait to collar this criminal and receive a heaping a praises once she arrived at the station. "Don't move." She ordered finally, slowing approaching the person that was standing directly in front of her. "Put your hands against the wall." She ordered next.

Reyna paused, feeling a scowl tug at her lips. Great... just... great. The first time the gang goes out to steal some jewels, she's caught. By a damn cop. Fucking wonderful. From the sound of things though... the cop may not know she has a gun. Maybe, just maybe... "How am I supposed to put my hands up against the wall? You told me not to move," she spoke up, her voice a bit arrogant. "I mean, really. That is more than a contradiction at work... besides..." Quickly she whirled around, pointing her own gun at her.

"I have a gun. What are you going to do about that?" There was now a smug smile tugging on the young woman's lips, a twinkle in her eyes. An ethereal glow was cast onto her, now that she was out, lit by the moonlight. "So why don't you turn back around, and go back to where you came from? I have to meet my comrades... and oh! Visiting the station is not part of the agenda. Sorry." With a shrug, she grinned and started moving back.

Olivia was surprised by how this girl had spoken to her. Most people would make a run for it, igniting a chase, but not this one. She was also surprised that she was so young and had distanced herself from the rest of the group or had volunteered such an act. She couldn't have been any older than 20 which was too young, in Olivia's opinion, to lead a life style such as this one.

It was something different to Olivia though she still held her ground. Rolling her eyes and keeping the gun pointed towards the girl, she was unfazed by anything that was said to her or the fact that the other person had a gun. She moved her feet forward, closing the space that was between her and the criminal. "I have a gun too." Olivia responded with a smirk tugging at the small corners of her lips. "So if you move another step, I'll be forced to shoot you for resisting arrest." She added with an unwavering boat of confidence.

"Am I supposed to be scared?" Reyna asked. "Cause, truth be told... I'm not. You're not that scary. At all. I've seen scarier things under my bed than you. Sorry." The young woman shrugged again, showing just how unfazed she was by the situation. Her gun never wavered. "I bet you'll even miss, if you tried to shoot me. By the looks of confidence on your face... I have to say that little Miss Eager here is a rookie. I bet I'm right, too."

One foot shifted back, steady her. At the age of twenty-one, she wasn't full of herself like a number of others her age. In fact, she was well-grounded, despite her occupation. The harsh realities of life were well known to her. "Now if you'll excuse me... I'll be taking my leave of you. This conversation had been great and all, but I really must be going."

Olivia stared at the other woman for longer than she should have. Internally, her confidence did waver and she felt upset about what she had told her. Though Olivia was a rookie, she doubt that she looked like one or acted like one. She worked so hard to make sure that was exactly what she didn't look like when she approached criminals so they wouldn't undermine her or think they could easily get away with anything.

Upset to begin with, her features slowly turned into a scowl when she realized the girl had practically insulted her and continued to move though Olivia had said not to. She was going to show this smug little girl just how 'bad' of an aim she really had. Without any further hesitation, she aimed the head of her gun in the direction of the girl's shoulder then fired her shot. This would surely show her that she was not someone to walk all over and was not a force with be reckoned with.

Reyna dodged the bullet by swerving to the left, the little projectile burying itself into the woodwork of a nearby fence. "I hit a nerve," the woman commented. "Do you not like being called a rookie? Because there is nothing you can do about it. That is what you are, and that is what you will be for a long, long, long time. It can't be helped." During the simple evasion maneuver she had lowered her gun, that way she could move faster and more easily.

Now she had it raised back up, aiming right at the cop's head. "I'm not scared by the likes of you. I have seen things that would make you cry at night. You never had a comrade die right there in front of your eyes, or seen a person ripped apart by bullets. At life? You're a rookie too. You're young, you're naive, and you don't know a damn thing. So why don't you go back home and curl up in the safety of your bed? Forget this ever happened. Cause I need to go back to my own family." At least, the gang is what she considered family.

Olivia stared at the woman, her breath ragged and her heart pumping hastily. At first, it was hard for her to grasp the fact that her bullet hadn't even grazed the other woman when she aimed right for the target she was meant to hit. She went to the firing range at least three times a week and she shot with perfection each time. It was impossible this feign had been able to swiftly dodge her bullet. Along with the tiring monologue of what Olivia knew and didn't know, it pissed her off to say the least. "You have no idea who I am or what I've been through.

You don't know what I've seen and just how much hell I've witnessed. Since you run away on the streets day and night, with no hope for yourself, you assume that no one has it as terrible as you do. Well, I've got news for you sweetheart," She stepped closer, fearless of the gun that had been pointed in her direction. "I've seen more shit than you could ever imagine despite how rough I assume you consider your life to be." Olivia raised her gun again, this time aiming for the girl's heart. "So who's the rookie now?"


A 21 years old girl, with an air of confidence and arrogance. She's street-smart and well-grounded in the harsh realities of life due to her criminal occupation. Her eyes have a twinkle, and she often sports a smug smile. In the moonlight, she has an ethereal glow that makes her appear both lovely and dangerous at the same time.

Olivia stared at the woman, her breath ragged and her heart pumping hastily. At first, it was hard for her to grasp the fact that her bullet hadn't even grazed the other woman when she aimed right for the target she was meant to hit. She went to the firing range at least three times a week and she shot with perfection each time. It was impossible this feign had been able to swiftly dodge her bullet. Along with the tiring monologue of what Olivia knew and didn't know, it pissed her off to say the least. "You have no idea who I am or what I've been through.

You don't know what I've seen and just how much hell I've witnessed. Since you run away on the streets day and night, with no hope for yourself, you assume that no one has it as terrible as you do. Well, I've got news for you sweetheart," She stepped closer, fearless of the gun that had been pointed in her direction. "I've seen more shit than you could ever imagine despite how rough I assume you consider your life to be." Olivia raised her gun again, this time aiming for the girl's heart. "So who's the rookie now?"

"The only rookie here is... you." Reyna told her this, not in a tone dripping in confidence though. No, her voice was rather cool... like she was merely delivering facts. The gun remained up and ready. Even as she began to stalk forward, it aimed right at the female cop's heart. "Don't pretend like you know everything. Cause, you know what? You don't. Sure, I don't know who you are, or how much hell you have personally been through... but then again... you can't say that you know any of that about me now... can you? I may run on the streets day and night, but I do have hope." It was right then that the gun met right above her bullet-proof vest, but it didn't fire a round.

At least... not yet it hasn't. Reyna leaned in, her warm breath teasing the woman's face in a seductive caress that left the skin tingling madly. Underneath the silver moonlight her eyes were much like tumultuous clouds, lovely yet dangerous all the same. Her free hand nudged the gun pointing at her down towards the ground. "Once in a while it looks like I don't... but I do. Now then... why don't you rethink this whole situation we're in? You are a rookie... but rookies deserve to live. I would hate to shoot you, after we're talked so much..." With the gun no longer pointing at her, she pinned the woman against the fence behind her, eyes focused rather intently on hers.


A cunning and bold boy, unafraid to take risks for his desires. He seems confident in his actions and has a clear plan which he executes meticulously. He displays affection towards Hermione and has a romantic interest in her. Despite this, there are hints of manipulation as he uses an unidentified potion to alter Hermione's feelings towards him.

It was now or never. Draco had fumbled with his backpack for a few moments before the door burst open and Ginny Weasley walked in. He stared at the girl as her fingers darted towards her wand. And then the brunette had intervened. It was a relief to notice the read-head stomp back downstairs. He gave Hermione a wry smile. "Thanks. She's apparently not very happy to see me here. I guessed it'd happen." He pulled down the zipper, exposing the glass of Butterbeer he'd stuffed carefully inside. It wouldn't do to delay anymore. He couldn't tell who else might butt in.

"Here," he offered it to the brunette, wondering whether she'd notice that it tastes slightly different. If it'd been concocted properly, it wouldn't. It should feel as if she were drinking normal Butterbeer. "To new beginnings, huh? Please drink this, Hermione." He waited with bated breath.

Hermione looked a bit confused as she watched him pull the butterbeer from his backpack. She had expected him to buy her one at a tavern or something like that, but after cooking all day, she wasn't going to complain.

She took the bottle, then pulled out her wand and cast a quick cooling charm on it to make it cold, then held it up in a bit of a toast, "To new beginnings then. Cheers." She drank deeply, sighing at how refreshing it was.

Only moments later as she was taking another long drink, it occurred to her how handsome Draco really was. He was stunning. Why had she never told him how she felt in school? Obviously the teasing by him had all been an attempt to get her attention. Instead she was stuck with this freckly git and his overbearing mother. She wanted to just run away with him, but how?

Draco eyed her reaction closely for a subtle change of expression. If it hadn't worked... well, he didn't want to think about it. His heart was pounding somewhere in the region of his Adam's apple as he waited. He'd been planning towards this moment for quite a while now. He hoped she didn't figure out that the Butterbeer tasted slightly different or something. And then his eyes widened. Wasn't she looking at him a bit differently? He thought so.

"Well?" He smiled, softly touching her arm. If anything had to happen, it'd be now. He hesitated for a moment before throwing caution to the winds. Leaning forward, he kissed the corner of Hermione Granger's mouth.

The kiss shocked Hermione. Had he read her mind? She couldn't believe that just as she finally realized her feelings for Draco, he decided to make a move. Did this mean he felt the same about her? A fleeting concern passed through her mind about what would happen if someone saw, but this was everything she wanted, and she couldn't bring herself to care who saw.

Hermione kissed Draco back. It was a quick kiss, but a passionate one. She leaned back, a bit breathless as she looked into his eyes and said, "Draco...I love you. I think I always have. I'm sorry it took so long for me to say it, but I'm saying it now. I don't want to marry Ron, I want to be with you."

She gave Draco a longing stare, terrified that she'd said too much and that he would be scared away. She didn't know what she would do if he left.

A tingle of pleasure rushed through his body as Hermione returned the kiss. It was almost as if he were electrocuted (in a pleasant way). He could hardly believe it. It'd worked. She was obsessed with him now. He smiled back, taking a few breaths as if he'd run a mile. She tasted good. "I love you, too," he whispered, pulling the brunette in for another kiss. His tongue rolled over hers' as they made out. Her breasts were pressed against him and he couldn't feel aroused. He stroked her hair before straightening up. It was impossible to know whether someone would break into the house. It was best to let go for now.

"You want to be with me, huh? We can do that. But first-" he lowered his voice so that no one else would hear. "Why don't I make you feel good in a way even Ron hasn't?" He gently stroked Hermione's arms, smiling softly. "Well? We're just having dinner right now, aren't we? Come on. Maybe... beneath the table?"

Hermione was on top of the world. She had finally kissed him, after so long! She was irritated at the thought of having to have dinner with the Ron and the rest of the Weasleys. She just wanted to beg Draco to take her away, and to never come back here again, but perhaps that was cruel to Molly and Ginny. So she would get through this evening, and then somehow she'd make Draco take her home with him.

She blushed crimson at Draco's words. Was he really asking what she thought? It didn't matter though, she'd let him take her right on the dinner table if he asked. She nodded breathlessly, "Please Draco. I want you so badly."

At that moment, Molly called out that it was time to eat. Hermione had to fight to keep from dragging him to the table, but she made sure Draco was seated next to her, with Ron on the other side, that git.

"So," Arthur Weasley gave Draco a dry smile. "How're things at home?" He was trying to make sure that the boy didn't feel unwanted in the Burrow, as most people were giving him the side-eye. Harry Potter was present, and had given Draco a grudging nod when he saw him in the dining room. He didn't say anything else, except continue talking to Ginny. "Oh, not too bad." Draco muttered. He guessed that the Weasleys had a good idea of what was happening. Their father seemed to be trying to be nice.

Draco's fingers fumbled with his wand as he spoke. This was the moment. "Oh, I'll be right back. Excuse me." He walked off, staying outside for a while. The chatter continued as he leaned against the wall outside, listening. Finally, he crawled back into the room, making sure that no one could see him except Hermione. He tucked himself beneath the table, hoping that the covers would conceal him properly. He leaned closer to Hermione, stroking her legs softly. His fingers fumbled with the hem of her dress. "Want me to continue?" he said softly.

Hermione had tuned out the conversations around her. It was always nice to see Harry, and normally she'd love a chat with Ginny, but right now, all she cared about was Draco. He was so close to her she could feel his warmth. She could smell his cologne and the scent made her want to sink to her knees and worship him right there.

Draco, however seemed to have a similar idea first. At his stroking of her legs, she nearly sighed out loud, but managed to control herself. Were they really doing this here? It didn't matter. He wanted it and that's all she cared about. "Please Draco," she whispered back, desperate to have him, any way he wanted.

Draco smirked. She was enjoying it, and he could tell that much. Harry looked curiously at the brunette as she sighed, and then went back to his porridge. "So, have there been any raids recently?" Mr Weasley prompted. Harry shook his head. "No, not really... most of the stuff is too trivial for Aurors, you know."

"I wonder whether Draco knows that you've been working?" Ginny piped up. Her boyfriend shrugged. "I've got no idea, really." He glanced at the door. "Where's he? Don't bother inviting him back," the youngest Weasley child replied. There were a few sniggers around the table. Arthur looked disapproving.

Draco continued his ministrations, before slowly parting aside her panties. He cleared his throat for a moment. "Mmm... I can see that you're excited," he muttered. With a meaningful look at Hermione, he leaned forward and gave her privates a tentative lick.


A brunette girl. Personality-wise, she is initially confused but quickly becomes passionate and open about her feelings towards Draco. She also is willing to break norms and engage in risky behavior for the sake of her desires. Despite these bold actions, she does exhibit moments of fear and concern about potential consequences.

Draco smirked. She was enjoying it, and he could tell that much. Harry looked curiously at the brunette as she sighed, and then went back to his porridge. "So, have there been any raids recently?" Mr Weasley prompted. Harry shook his head. "No, not really... most of the stuff is too trivial for Aurors, you know."

"I wonder whether Draco knows that you've been working?" Ginny piped up. Her boyfriend shrugged. "I've got no idea, really." He glanced at the door. "Where's he? Don't bother inviting him back," the youngest Weasley child replied. There were a few sniggers around the table. Arthur looked disapproving.

Draco continued his ministrations, before slowly parting aside her panties. He cleared his throat for a moment. "Mmm... I can see that you're excited," he muttered. With a meaningful look at Hermione, he leaned forward and gave her privates a tentative lick.

Hermione moaned as Draco's tongue swept between her legs, hiding it in a cough as she tried desperately to get herself under control. She nodded along to the conversations around her, desperate to be away from these people and alone with the only person who mattered.

Hermione spread her legs wider for Draco, unable to believe how good it felt having his warmth between her thighs. He could surely taste how wet she was for him. Based on the tingling in her toes, this wouldn't take long. She didn't know if she'd be able to keep quiet then, but it didn't matter much. She was pleasing Draco by letting him have his fun and that was all she cared about.

She took another swig of her butterbeer, more than half gone now, and as the addition potion took effect, she nearly orgasmed right then.


A man of imposing stature and dominating presence. His physique is well-built, muscular, and hardened from years of life as an assassin. His eyes are dark and penetrating, often reflecting his assertive personality and ruthless determination. He carries himself confidently; every move he makes exudes authority and control. Personality-wise, Darius is dominant, commanding, and unyielding---traits befitting his role as a master in this servitude dynamic. Despite these seemingly harsh characteristics, there are moments where he shows a softer side---a hint of care or affection towards Elena which suggests there might be more depth beneath his tough exterior.

Darius built up his speed and power the more she gave into the pleasure but then, she overstepped when she came without his permission. He stopped fucking her and started to slap her repeatedly for not following his command. "I told you... not to cum... without permission... you fucking whore." He stopped slapping her and placed a hand on her throat.

"If you can't wait to cum then all you get to do is cum." His eyes went black and that familiar language could be heard again and her body would feel that heat again. An unquenchable heat that she had to fill with his cock feverishly. "Now my cum slut ride like you mean it. I want to be soaked from head to toe in your juices." He spanked her and pulled at her nipples wanting to make her cum with each touch.

Elena knew what she had done wrong even before the pain started on her face. Each slap sharper than the last. Her eyes watering by the time he stopped and his hand was around her throat. Her left hand meeting his but not fighting to pull his hand away. "I'm sorry Master I—" she started but was cut off as the heat she had felt before returned. Her folds grew ten times more sensitive and as his hand made impact with her ass, her juices began to seep from her. Her walls clenching tighter than they had the first.

Elena's breathing grew rapid. Each smack on her rear and each pull and twist at her nipple sending chills, shakes, and shivers through her body as she climaxed over and over. She wanted to beg for release but couldn't speak through the torture. Her voice filled the room and possibly more. Each touch and movement sending her over the boundary. Tears started to flow down her face as she begged him with her eyes to stop.

Darius ignored her pleas for him to stop as he fucked her over and over for a whole hour. He came inside her four times before he started to slow down at all. "I hope your learning to listen better slut. I don't have time to punish you every day." He continued to spank her ass even though it was already cherry red as he shot a fifth round of cum inside her wet folds.

He pulled out of her watching her pussy gush out his cum and stuck his cock down her throat to be cleaned. "Work it in your mouth and then we will get to work. I have a lot to train you in and you already took up a lot of our time with your disobedience." He pulled his cock out and tossed her her clothes as he got dressed. "Don't clean yourself off. Let the others know you're mine."

As time dragged on Elena grew more desperate. By the time he had climaxed in her a third time she was sure that the spell was beginning to wear out. Though as he thrusted into her folds still, the pleasure had become mixed with pain again. Her sore muscles tired from how many times she had reached her limit. How she had been at her limit for almost half an hour. She couldn't even support herself anymore as he continued to ravage her as punishment.

Elena felt his movements slow after a while as she worked to calm her breathing. His words reaching her words clearly as his cock was shoved in her face. Doing as she was told immediately she went to work. Though she was tired she knew it would be worse to play that game. She now had to bear her soreness for the day.

The rest of the time in the room as she got herself dressed, Elena never spoke. Instead she quietly did as she was told. Without cleaning up the juices and cum, the female moved to get dressed and ready.

When she was dressed he looked at the tired mess she was. His heart swelled with pride at what he had made for himself. He would have continued to fuck her but he still had much to do that day. "Alright I have paperwork to get to so grab us breakfast from Jane and come back here. Once your done eating you suck my cock till I say stop. Do you understand?"

He watched as she got up and left as he was sitting down to work. Hopefully she had learned her lesson well this time. He liked punishing her but he did have a guild to run. When she came back he ate his food and pulled out his cock so she could focus on it when she was done eating. "I hope you have learned a lesson today. I can be nice or I can make your whole day long and hard."

Shortly after Elena finished dressing herself, Darius spoke up. Elena this time however did respond. "Yes Master." She said softly before turning to leave. The soreness in her body made walking more of a chore than it should have been. The girl finally reaching the main room to see Jane along with a few other guild members within the room. As she entered the room a few eyes fell on her. One male spoke up and Elena only assumed it was the one Darius referred had a lust for her.

"Wow. Looks like he really put her through the wringer." The comment slipping past Elena's ears as she approached Jane. From what she knew she was a guild member now. She would still talk like one. "I'm here to get breakfast for Darius and I." She spoke rather quietly. She wasn't as open as she seemed to be before. Her eyes watching Jane as she spoke. "I had something prepared recently." She spoke before she disappeared for a moment. Returning with two trays of food. "Thank you." Elena spoke as she took the trays and returned back to Darius.

When she returned and took a spot next to him and ate silently until he spoke. "I'm sorry Master." She spoke before finishing up her meal. Once she moved the tray away she got down on her knees and started to tend to his cock. Her tongue beginning to trace small circles around the tip before she took in his girth. Forcing herself to take in a bit more than she could handle before retreating and starting again. A small gag would leave her but were soon intertwined with a few soft moans.

He worked on paperwork for about two hours and came about six times in her mouth. He figured she had earned her reward now even after her disobedience. He said she had earned this morning and he is a man of his word. "OK my pet go sit on the bed and wait for me. Ill get your reward and bring it here." He stepped out of the room and into the dungeon.

He returned minutes later holding a medium size box and placed it in her lap. He then opened it up to reveal to beautifully made daggers both a bright white color. He smiled and knew she would like the next part. "I don't know if you have read the light magic scroll yet but these are daggers of the light magician. They will increase your light magic plus they are nearly indestructible. They were made at the same time mine were made." He held up his jet black blades. "So treat them well."

Elena was on her knees for hours. Within the first hour she was aching to stop but without his permission she decided to keep going out of the fear of what her punishment would be. She knew she was almost done when she felt him shift the last of the papers. His words leaving her cleaning his member before rising to her feet. The mention of a reward surprising her after her disobedience earlier.

After he returned and the daggers were revealed to her she couldn't help but stare. She didn't deserve these. They had to be expensive. "Master... I... why are you giving me these? I don't deserve these..." She spoke ad her eyes skimmed over them. She did like them. If she was to be an assassin then she needed weapons and she had trained with daggers for a good bit of her life. A bow the only second.

Darius gently petted her head with a slight chuckle. He understood and appreciated her reaction to his giving her the gift. He stood and made her stand with him as he wrapped her in his arms. "You may have upset me but I did say you earned the reward. I wont be known for lying. Plus you will need to learn how to use them properly."

He rolled his eyes for a moment as he decided she could use a small amount of rest. "You should rest your body from fighting for another day or two bit you should let the daggers attune to your magic. Next week we will go to your castle and check up on how the kingdom is doing since you left." He spanked her playfully and kissed her with his tongue swirling with hers before letting her go to rest on the bed.

Elena listened as he spoke. He had said something about a reward before she had upset him. She was beginning to remember that now. Taking the daggers into her hand as she recalled what she had read in the scroll. The blades glowed a tiny bit on her touch before simmering down. "Thank you Master. I will try not to upset you again Master." She spoke with a smile as she admired her new weapons.

As he spoke of rest she put the daggers back into the box and nodded. She was tired from everything and rest sounded peaceful. The female slipping under the covers to rest and recover her energy. The soreness in her muscles helping her relax into the bed as she dozed off.

Darius smiled as the daggers seemed to agree with her magic and was happy they she was his. Her magic and his could either compliment each other or be weaknesses for each other. When she said she would try not to upset him again he patted her head. He watched as she went to sleep then slipped out of the room to do more guild work.

As the hours went by he had set several jobs in motion and had a carriage set aside for him and Elena to take to the capital. He wanted to see how she acted around him there to make sure she could pretend to be who she was. If she couldn't be the queen to fool others and still be his pet. If she refused to listen he would fuck her in front of her husband to put her back in her place. When he walked back into the room he he undressed and cuddles up to her ready to sleep the night away.

Elena didn't really stir when he got into bed with her. Instead cuddling up to him throughout the night. When she did wake in the morning, it was once again before he had. Though instead of a nervous feeling she felt rather aroused. Her sense of shame in the action gone as she began to rub at his morning wood. The member moistening with help from her saliva and his own precum.

When he finally did begin to stir and wake up she would be on top of him. His member against her wet folds as she gave him a kiss. "Good morning Master." She spoke softly as she softly moved her hips against his length.

His dreams before he woke were filled of her and him being intimate. When he did wake up she greeted him with sweet words and a beautiful sight. He helped her rock her hips against his member as his hands toyed with her nipples. "This is a pleasant and invigorating way to start the day my pet."

He rocked her forward and then slipped inside her with a passionate growl. "Mhh I don't think I could ever tire of this. Let's both cum and start our day. I need information on the capital and we will need to make up a story on who I am to you when we get to the castle." He picked up the pace pulling her down to him and biting her neck.

Elena smiled brighter as he seemed pleased with how he had woken. His hands pulling her hips before she felt his cock slip through her folds and in. A sudden moan filling the air as he completed her. The female had been waiting for him to awaken before doing anything to herself. She wanted to show she had learned her lesson. Her hips starting to move against him as his member pushed deep against her insides.

"I was thinking Master and I may have an idea for that..." She spoke through a soft voice as a moan cut in as her clit brushed against him. Elena leaning down and embracing Darius in a kiss.

Darius held her in his arms as he felt himself getting ready to cum. She said she had an idea about their cover but that would have to wait. He sat up and laid her back as his cock swelled and he shot his cum deep inside her pussy. Immediately his cum started to pour out of her due to sheer volume. "Cum for me my cum slut let your voice ring out."

As he felt her orgasm reach her he smiled and held her face as she came. She had done well to learn to wait for him to give her permission. He pulled out of her and stuck his cock in her mouth to be cleaned. "You are an amazing whore for me dear Elena. Now what was your idea for our cover on why we are traveling together?"

Elena felt his member begin to swell and sudden she found herself on her back as his cock shoved deep inside of her. Her stomach being filled with his seed as she almost gave loose to her own. Only barely holding it at bay before her own permission was given. Her walls clenching tight against him as if milking his cock for more. Her eyes glowed brightly and she seemed quite happy. Taking the moment to clean him off before responding to him.

"Well... I came to well... kill you. Many at the castle didn't exactly take kindly to my father's murder. Maybe I 'succeeded'. You could be the one who helped me find his murderer. It would be good cover and there would be little questions." She spoke. The words would've been foreign to her but she felt different. Sure she wasn't free but she had her life cared for her. All she had to do was listen.

Darius thought on her words and it wasn't a bad idea. The only problem being that would they allow her to leave if she came back? He placed the tip of his cock at her mouth just to tease her as he spoke. "That could work but I am concerned that they will be less likely to let you leave now that your fathers murderer is dead."

How could he spin it to make things work smoother? The royals hated the assassin's guild because well they often were killed by them. So him setting up the guild there would be difficult. "We may have to look into setting up somewhere for me there, maybe in the castle if they don't let you leave. I might have to move the guild hall to the capital at that point too. I'm not losing you right after getting, hell I don't want to lose you at all."

As Darius spoke, Elena smiled against the tip placed at her mouth before she let her lips lightly brush it a couple times. As he finished she spoke. "I didn't realize Master. I'm sorry..." Her mind working again. It didn't take long for her to manipulate it a bit. Though she didn't voice her words as she ran them over in her mind. Only to realize it was only another dead end for her. Her eyes looking up to him.

"I'm not sure Master. I honestly wasn't planning on returning if I had succeeded." She finally spoke. It was true if she returned and had indeed killed him they would reinstate her royalty and she would be under the castle guard protection again. Something not easily bypassed. Her word still carried weight even though she was away. Her name was her right but it didn't stop others from being overprotective.

Darius thought for a few minutes and held her cheek. He wasn't sure what they should do but an idea was forming. He figured if she was still looking for the man and had lost her funds from a thief she could leave again. He laid down pulling her on top of him to enjoy her body in his hands. He needed to get her into peak shape for her new life so he would start training her.

"Well my dear I think we might be able to pull it off if we word it correctly. What if you were robbed which exhausted your resources and needed to go back for a little more? I could be someone whom you saved and now has given his life to protect you. It would keep me close to you without many questions." He started to rub and spank her ass as he kissed her. "And I don't think either of us want me far away do we?"