A man of wealth and status, evident in his expensive yet understated suit. He has dark eyes that can flash with hidden emotions, hinting at depth and complexity beneath the surface. His voice has a purring quality, capable of caressing words and making them sound persuasive. Blake is calculating and ambitious, willing to use unconventional methods to recruit talent for his projects. However, he maintains an air of nonchalance even when faced with refusal or aggression. Despite this cool exterior, he can harbor concealed anger without letting it show openly, indicating strong self-control.

Blake was dressed in an understated suit, but one still obviously too expensive for him to fit in at the all-night breakfast place where he sat, waiting for Talia to make the drop as they'd earlier agreed. It was true enough that he wanted a particular piece of outmoded robotics for one of his current projects, but he was just as interested in enticing the cat-girl into his employ. She had guts and talent, and it was about time somebody made proper use of it.

Blake's bodyguard stood outside, his back to the hover limo and his arms crossed, looking thoroughly annoyed from the tight lift of his shoulders to the even harder line of his mouth, but still poised and ready to leap to Mr. Carmichael's defense if anyone even looked at his employer the wrong way.

Talia walked into the building to find her employer. She had carefully wrapped the items in wrapping paper after putting them in a carefully packed box. The sun would be rising soon so she had to be quick about this. After walking in, keeping her suit on to hide her face from her employer, she sat at his table and held out the box "Happy Birthday" the artificial voice modulator in the suit's helmet made her voice come out sound a hell of a lot mature and seductive then her voice naturally did, she set the machine herself, she found it suited her thief persona better.

She quietly awaited her payment after handing over the box, he would probably open it first but it didn't really bother her, the goods were safe and inside. "Hope you like it" as she said this she was looking around, making sure there weren't any cops, she hated when people led her into traps. Her tail twitched, she was defiantly on edge, even her employer could see this, she was a bit paranoid but worked good, which was why so many people sought her for work despite her high costs, usually charging a set amount for the risk of the job and however much energy she used or damage she had taken. She held out a piece of paper in the guise of a card, inside was the price for the job with the extras, which wasn't much due to how little effort she had to expend.

Blake's lips curled upward in a satisfied sort of smile as he saw Talia enter the dingy little restaurant, then the smile became a more genuine expression of bemusement. A birthday gift as cover for the hand-off! It was just strange enough that several patrons, initially curious, had looked away again, shrugging at the uptowners playing their silly slumming games.

For a heartbeat, as she sat down, he fingered the disrupter in his pocket. He thought he'd set it correctly to shut down the powered suit Talia wore, but he wasn't sure if it would work. Both hands came to rest on the table by the time she was fully in the chair on her side. Better to try to persuade her the conventional way first.

"You remembered," he purred, his voice halfway to a caress, then reached out, almost touching her arm before drawing back to the box. "I'm sure I will, if you found it for me." He did open the box, just enough to recognize what was in it, then smiled after a quick glance confirmed the item. "I couldn't have chosen something better if I'd picked it out myself."

After looking at the card, he nodded and pulled a slender wallet out of the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of opening it right away, however, he leaned toward her, murmuring so softly she'd likely need to use the suit to hear him, "What say I triple it as a hiring bonus if you sign on to work for me."

Talia remained still, ready to harm him when she saw his hands near her arm. At his comment of signing on she shook his head, replying in a similar hushed voice "Sorry, sir. I only do things like that for beautiful women" she held out one hand "The money. Now" it wasn't a request but a demand.

Below the tinted visor she was glaring at him, her normally expressive eyes cold and angry, she didn't like men who tried to control her. Her tail's irritable twitching increased as she began to suspect something would go down between her and this man and she began to regret her decision not to get a real weapon, she supposed she'd have to deal with the stunning shocks her suit could administer if he tried anything.

For an instant, something flashed across the depths of Blake's dark eyes, but it was gone without a trace so quickly afterward that many observers would never have seen it at all. He shrugged, giving every reasonable appearance of nonchalance, then opened his wallet to reveal a checkbook.

"As you wish, but you're turning down an exceptional opportunity," he replied, his voice almost indifferent in tone, hiding the anger well enough to fool the restaurant patrons around them. "I have the facilities for you to perfect your skills, for one thing. Did you even realize, I wonder, that you'd triggered an alarm?"


A cat-girl with an expressive and usually cold-eyed appearance. She has an artificial voice modulator in her suit's helmet that makes her sound mature and seductive, fitting her thief persona. Her tail, which twitches when she's on edge, adds to her feline characteristics. Despite being highly sought after for work due to her efficiency, Talia is paranoid and quick-tempered. Her assertive nature is evident in how she negotiates payment terms or refuses offers firmly. She also has a strong distaste for men trying to control her, displaying an independent streak.

For an instant, something flashed across the depths of Blake's dark eyes, but it was gone without a trace so quickly afterward that many observers would never have seen it at all. He shrugged, giving every reasonable appearance of nonchalance, then opened his wallet to reveal a checkbook.

"As you wish, but you're turning down an exceptional opportunity," he replied, his voice almost indifferent in tone, hiding the anger well enough to fool the restaurant patrons around them. "I have the facilities for you to perfect your skills, for one thing. Did you even realize, I wonder, that you'd triggered an alarm?"

Talia gave a shrug, an irritable growl uttering from her throat "Can't be perfect all the time" she hissed "Now give me the money" she could destroy these things he had wanted her to get in a second if she wished. She slammed one metal coated fist on the table "Now give me the money and leave me be!" short tempered it seemed, she would be getting the attention of people here, that would be bad for business.

The claws on her hand were out, digging into the wood of the table and she would not hesitate to use them on this vile man, he disgusted her strongly, she just wanted to be rid of him so she could go home and rest before morning came.


A woman with thick and heavy hair, which suggests that she might have a voluminous hairstyle. Her personality seems to be friendly and open-minded, as she easily engages in conversations with Bernard and shares her interests with him. She enjoys watching movies like "The Princess Bride" and appears to have a good sense of humor, teasing both Bernard and Terrence the stuffed tiger. Additionally, she seems to be somewhat self-conscious about her love life but appreciates the compliments given by Bernard.

Nora smiled and let him have another bread stick, letting him double-dip if he wanted. It wasn't like she would get sick from sharing with him. When they'd both had two, she got up and took the plate with her. "Appetizer down. Now it's time for pizza." She started up the movie again when she came back with two slices, one for him and one for her. "I'm glad you like it. It's not something for every day, but once in awhile, you just need pizza." With that, she took a seat and sipped at her coke. She nibbled at her pizza, enjoying it as she watched Wesley and Buttercup on the screen.

Bernard took the slice of pizza more carefully then he had the breadstick and ate it thoughtfully, as before. It was delightfully warm, even hot, but man was it good. He ate the piece of pizza slower than he had the breadstick, chewing and swallowing it easily. When he was done chewing and had only the crust remaining Bernard said,"This is an interesting food. It is... hot, yet saucy and chewy. I like it. I am... not sure if I would eat it again, though."

"Well, more for me then," Nora said with a grin. "I guess not everyone likes it. But a lot of people do," she said with a smile. She sat back and ate her slice, watching the movie and relaxing as Bernard and Terrence floated above her. It was probably the weirdest night she'd had yet, but it was one of the most pleasant ones she could remember. When she finished her first slice she went back for more. When she'd eaten her fill, she paused the movie and put the leftovers away in some tupperware and then washed her dish. She took a water bottle from the fridge and curled up on the couch to watch the rest of the movie.

The movie was one of her favorites, and she watched it quite often, especially when she needed to be reminded that she could overcome anything as long as she had love. Of course, now she wasn't in love with anyone. Accept for maybe Terrence, but he would never go for a girl like her, she thought with a little smile. This movie made her laugh and cry and sigh with appreciation and longing. It had a little something for everyone. Action, intrigue, witty dialogue, romance, and comedy. There were even elements of tragedy to the story. Ultimately, however, the story had a very happy ending. She looked over at Bernard and asked, "Have you seen this movie before? Or I guess, any movie? I'm not sure how much you would know about the world..."

Bernard smiled at Nora,"I have not. These movies and DVDs are very interesting creations. My knowledge of this world is... slight at best. Some things have been explained to me, but most of this world has not. Much here... is foreign to me. We... we angels are not meant to stay for long periods of time, only a few days or weeks at most, until the problems or crises that our charges face are over... for the time being anyway. Then, we return to our home in the clouds."

Bernard took a second to look at Terrence as if he'd said something to the angel. He nodded and turned back to Nora, "Terrence wants to know if you have any of these movies with or about tigers? he says that he will sleep next to you only if he is able to watch one of these movies, with or containing a tiger in some way." Bernard began to chuckle lightly at how ridiculous Terrence was. His chuckles turned into a laugh and the angel laughed fully, his belly shaking and his head tipped back, mouth open, looking up at the ceiling.

Once Bernard had calmed down enough to speak, he said,"You know, in many ways, Nora, you are a princess yourself, perhaps someday you will be a bride as well. You just need someone to appreciate your finer qualities. That person is out there, I'm sure you will find them." Bernard gave her one more smile and kept his gaze on her before eventually turning back to the TV.

Did that mean that her problems were bigger than she thought? Whatever the reason, Bernard was here and he was watching a movie with her after eating pizza. It felt... odd, but not uncomfortable. Just different. Of course, she hadn't watched a movie like this with a man since she'd broken up with her ex... and hadn't he turned out to be a prize? Well, she was fairly sure that Bernard wouldn't turn out to be the same.

She chuckled and shook her head at the angel as he teased her about Terrence. "He's gotten spoiled up there on that cloud," she said, teasing Bernard a bit. "I'll only put in a movie with a tiger if he comes back down to cuddle with me now." The way the angel laughed so openly made her smile. What a strange man. But he certainly seemed to be getting into the spirit of things.

In the meantime, she lay down on the couch, watching the movie. Bernard calmed down again and took her by surprise with his next comment. He thought she was like a princess? It was flattering, but she wasn't at all sure why he would think such a thing about her. That she might be a bride seemed silly to her, but coming from an angel it seemed portentous as well. She curled up under her blanket and looked up at him as he floated there. "Thank you." She smiled back and thought about it for awhile, her eyes drifting closed soon.

Bernard smiled back at her, "You're welcome Nora." he said quietly and Bernard warmed Terrence once more, making his fur fluffy again too. He floated the stuffed tiger over Nora and gently st it down on top of her blanket. She could now cuddle him all she wanted to. Bernard also noticed that Nora's eyes were closed and figured it was time for her to rest, so he picked her up, by cloud of course, blanket, tiger and all and floated her, along with himself, over to her bed.

Bernard set her and Terrence down gently on her bed and he turned and went back out to the other room with the strange device called a TV. he floated on his own cloud once more and closed his own eyes. Bernard then went more into a meditative state then a sleepy one. Angels did not carry things, hence his constant use of clouds to do so for him. In a fight, he was more likely to not attack for high damage, but swiftly and speedily. Some angels had the strength already in them, but this one had not been so lucky.

The angel chose not to watch his human charge sleep. Instead, he meditated on the prior events of the day. So far, things had gone... well enough. He had made it down safely, his human had accepted him and his presence was not unwanted. In all, the day had gone about as good as possible. What the next day would bring, Bernard did not know, but he was hopeful that all her problems, both big and small, could be solved, so that he could somehow find a way to free up time to tell her that he loved her.

Nora slept well, feeling warm, even more so thanks to her little tiger. She pulled him closer, cuddling him as she slept. Though she had no way of knowing that Bernard had taken care of her with his strange method, she would remember a vague sense of sleeping on a cloud. She slept until eleven o'clock the next day, waking up to Terrence's fuzzy face. She smiled and stretched a bit, yawning. She sat up and wondered how she'd gotten to bed last night. The last thing she'd remembered was watching Princess Bride with Bernard.

Was he still here? She wondered. She got up and ran her fingers through her hair--thankfully it was too thick and heavy to be a mess in the mornings. She walked into her living room, folding the blanket, she'd had on her last night. "Bernard?" she asked, looking around, setting the blanket over the arm of the sofa. She looked around and wondered what had happened to her angel... or if it had all been a really bad stress dream.


An angel with the ability to manipulate clouds and float. His appearance might be ethereal and otherworldly, as he doesn't seem entirely familiar with earthly customs. He looks 28 years old but his real age is over 200 years old. Personality-wise, Bernard is kind-hearted, gentle, and considerate of Nora's feelings. He also has a good sense of humor, laughing openly at certain moments during their interaction. Additionally, he appears to be curious about human experiences such as food and movies while sharing some insights into the life of angels.

Bernard smiled back at her, "You're welcome Nora." he said quietly and Bernard warmed Terrence once more, making his fur fluffy again too. He floated the stuffed tiger over Nora and gently st it down on top of her blanket. She could now cuddle him all she wanted to. Bernard also noticed that Nora's eyes were closed and figured it was time for her to rest, so he picked her up, by cloud of course, blanket, tiger and all and floated her, along with himself, over to her bed.

Bernard set her and Terrence down gently on her bed and he turned and went back out to the other room with the strange device called a TV. he floated on his own cloud once more and closed his own eyes. Bernard then went more into a meditative state then a sleepy one. Angels did not carry things, hence his constant use of clouds to do so for him. In a fight, he was more likely to not attack for high damage, but swiftly and speedily. Some angels had the strength already in them, but this one had not been so lucky.

The angel chose not to watch his human charge sleep. Instead, he meditated on the prior events of the day. So far, things had gone... well enough. He had made it down safely, his human had accepted him and his presence was not unwanted. In all, the day had gone about as good as possible. What the next day would bring, Bernard did not know, but he was hopeful that all her problems, both big and small, could be solved, so that he could somehow find a way to free up time to tell her that he loved her.


A submissive and eager-to-please young woman, taking directions from Meinhard and trying her best to meet his expectations. She is open to new experiences but also exhibits signs of shyness or embarrassment, hinting at a more reserved or inexperienced personality. Her blue eyes suggest a certain innocence, while her physical reactions indicate a sensitivity to touch.

Claire's breath was thready as Meinhard's fingers began teasing, first light touches to her inner thighs, then her lips and steadily slickening entrance. She watched him intently, lips slightly parted and slight soft sounds of pleasure escaping with each breath. Her mind embraced his, welcomed him in and warmed at the encouragement of the lust that was steadily building.

His words caught her just a bit off guard, but he didn't have to ask again. Soon she was cautiously wiggling down beneath the covers, fingers running over his skin lightly and cautiously as she did. Her hands found his cock just as her head began to dip beneath the covers, and a few moments more and her mouth joined her hand- Her soft fingers still stroking the silky skin of his shaft as her tongue began to lap at his head, only for her hot mouth to close around him and suck for a few long moments.

Her breath brushed his skin as she began to bob her head slowly on him, her hand moving to grip his base to hold him in place. Her other hand braced against his thigh, and she took her time in lowering and raising herself, her mouth moving along his cock at a glacial pace.

Meinhard moaned and let Claire go at her own pace for a while, enjoying her attentions while he slowly slid deeper into her mind. She seemed fully focused on pleasing him. Was he imagining it or was her mind becoming more ordered, despite her blunder? He caressed her hair, working a subtle piece of magic that was hard to describe, his affection for her flowing through his fingers. She was not a whore to him. Already, Claire was the most precious thing he possessed in the world, and as little as that meant, it meant all it had to...

He slid his hand to the back of her neck. "Let's see if you can't take it a little deeper," Meinhard said, no reprimand in his tone. "I told you, I want you to learn that." Gently, he started to push his cock farther into her mouth, holding her head in place, trying to find the zone that would not quite make her gag, sucking in the air as his pleasure intensified.

Claire could feel the soothing warmth of his mind, and indeed at the least her mind felt just a bit tidier. There was something to be said for having one's affections returned, and for one of a disposition like Claire's that simple fact was as nourishing as sun for the flower. She could feel his affection, and her heart sung with warmth and fondness in return, a glance up with wide blue eyes filled with those emotions her response.

She tried to obey, wincing slightly and letting her eyes closed shut. His cock brushed her throat and made it constrict with a hint of a gag, but when he eased up to stay just at the edge of that reflex she relaxed. Her breathing came in small gasps each time she reached the peak of her bobbing, her lips moving over the smooth skin of his cock and small moans escaping around him. Her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal, her hand tightening around his base. The sounds of his pleasure only encouraged her however, and without waiting for his encouragement she picked up the pace, bobbing her head eagerly.

Meinhard allowed Claire the necessary freedom to go faster. His member throbbed from her stimulation, but also from the willingness she showed to please him. He let their minds run another few rounds in the spiral of mutual excitation, long, low moans accompanying the deepest points to which Claire took him into her throat.

Then, he gently pulled her head up by her hair, making her look at him. "You're eager," he said, smiling breathlessly, "and you're obedient. That's good, Claire. I shall give you a treat, but there's also a little task for you involved..."

He ran his free hand over her cheek and lips, then down to her throat, not grasping it, but indicating how he might.

"On your back," he commanded, "and spread your legs very wide. You're not allowed to close them. Hold them with your hands if you have to, but closing them means punishment, understood?" Meinhard could feel her wish to be led this way, her wish to submit. It met with his own desires so perfectly it made his head swirl. Oh yes. I will let you be mine.

Just like her teacher, Claire was already breathless and flushed with excitement. Her tongue brushed her lips as she met his gaze, not fighting his grip and instead leaning into his touch with a slow sigh. She smiled brightly at the mention of a treat, nodding eagerly. "A-anything you say, maître," she murmured in response, and quickly moved to obey.

It was awkward, rolling onto her back and arching her legs, her knees splaying outward. After all, it seemed so improper, but then again impropriety shouldn't have surprised her. After all, she was rather completely giving herself to him at this moment, wasn't she? Even with that knowledge, she found her hands moving to her chest to cover her peaked nipples, looking away with a bite of her lip.

"L-like this, maître? What... What are you going to do?" Her heart fluttered, and her gaze drifted back to him hesitantly, excitement and uncertainty tangling up in her gut, while her pussy seemed to pulse with need.

Meinhard smiled at the apprentice. "Don't cover yourself again, and don't look away," he instructed her with measured sternness, but also with affection. Doncéal customs were buried deep in her; it would take time to dig it out, and it would have to be done gently and with love.

He was running his hands along the exposed backs of her thighs. "Yes, like this, Claire," he said softly, bending down and kissing a spot above her knee. One finger ran between her cheeks, brushing against her 'alternate entrance'. That was a promise and a delicious threat for another day, however.

The Master looked into her eyes, held her gaze for a few heartbeats before finally answering her question.

"I'm going to lick your wet little cunt, Claire. I know you want that... but you will have to say it before I start," he demanded, knowing it would be hard for her – it was a delicious submission to be extracted and at the same time a little step on the way to free her from the absurdities of Doncéal superstition.

Claire tried to suppress a shiver at the brush of Meinhard's hands over her sensitive skin, holding his gaze steadily. His finger's boldness caused a reaction- hips jerking and a startled little sound bursting from her lips, but it was his next words that earned an audible gulp from her.

Oh, she wanted it. The answering squeeze of her tight entrance on nothing was more than enough answer, and she was sure he felt the immediate surge of lust that came with his words- And here she'd thought she'd reached the height of that feeling, but he was certainly giving her a lesson on what she could feel today. Her mouth opened, then shut again with a click of her teeth as her cheeks burned brightly. His wanting her to ask for it... Well, that was something else entirely, and they both knew it.

She tried again, her voice now coming out thready and wavering. "M-maître, c-could you please...?" She broke off, the next few words seemingly for the moment entirely beyond her. "I... I want you to... to... Lick me, please," she managed on her third try, smile sheepish.


A dominant man, taking control of the situation and guiding Claire through their intimate encounter. He is confident and assertive, yet shows affection and patience towards Claire. This suggests that he's experienced and possibly older. His ability to mentally connect with Claire indicates a deep emotional intelligence or supernatural abilities. His commanding presence suggests a strong physique.

Claire tried to suppress a shiver at the brush of Meinhard's hands over her sensitive skin, holding his gaze steadily. His finger's boldness caused a reaction- hips jerking and a startled little sound bursting from her lips, but it was his next words that earned an audible gulp from her.

Oh, she wanted it. The answering squeeze of her tight entrance on nothing was more than enough answer, and she was sure he felt the immediate surge of lust that came with his words- And here she'd thought she'd reached the height of that feeling, but he was certainly giving her a lesson on what she could feel today. Her mouth opened, then shut again with a click of her teeth as her cheeks burned brightly. His wanting her to ask for it... Well, that was something else entirely, and they both knew it.

She tried again, her voice now coming out thready and wavering. "M-maître, c-could you please...?" She broke off, the next few words seemingly for the moment entirely beyond her. "I... I want you to... to... Lick me, please," she managed on her third try, smile sheepish.

"Since you ask so nicely," Meinhard teased, his eyes glittering mischievously, "I will... but keep your legs apart!"

Without further delay, he delved down, his lips pricked slightly by Claire's short pubic hair. His tongue ran up the inner border of her outer lips all the way, circling at the top, going down the other side. Then he toyed with the inner lips like he had before, only with a much finer instrument than his fingers could ever hope to be.

It was only teasing so far, but he thought Claire might need time to adjust to these new sensations – and he did want her to have the full benefit of his attentions. Meinhard kept it up for a little while, watching her reactions.


an 8-year-old girl with typical features for her age: pigtails, big innocent eyes and a childlike innocence that starkly contrasts with the harsh situation she finds herself in. Lily is submissive and compliant, enduring severe punishments without significant resistance. She shows signs of fear and anxiety but seems to suppress these emotions to avoid escalating her predicament. Despite being subjected to extreme discipline, she tries to negotiate lesser punishments indicating some level of resilience and quick-thinking.

Lily followed her mother to the principal's office, and once they were there, she just listened to them speak slowly shaking in fear behind her mother. After hearing what was going to happen, she took a small gulp, not sure if that was the only thing that was going to happen after her mother had left.

When her mother turned around, she stopped shaking and gave her a smile before hugging her to hide her fear. "Yes, mommy, I'll be a good girl and do what I'm told. I love you." She waved to her mother as she left and then turned back to the principal. "I-I'm really sorry, I-I didn't mean to tell you, I-it just slipped out." She thought apologizing would help get her punishment reduced a little but doubted that it would. She was just worried that now that they were alone, he was going to do the same thing he had done the last time since no one would believe her if she said he had done it.

"It's a little late to apologize to me now, isn't it? You're going to have to have a very painful spanking, I'm afraid. So, take off your skirt and underwear and place them on the chair. Then climb up onto my desk here and lie on your back with your legs held up and spread wide. Like I told your mother, you're getting the belt first, on your naughty little front parts. And then I am caning your bottom." With that, he took out a very thick leather strap, one that was specially designed for handing out painful punishments rather than just being worn. Even if it was just used on the bottom, it would hurt and leave red marks, but that wasn't where he was going to use it!

Lily frowned after hearing what he said. She knew she wasn't going to get out of any of the punishment, but it was a lot worse hearing that her thoughts were true. After hearing what she needed to do, she gave a small nod before taking off her skirt and underwear and climbing onto the desk. Once she was on it, she laid on her back legs in the air and spread wide, revealing her private area to him clearly.

She then watched him pull out the belt. Just by looking at it, she knew that it was going to hurt a lot, and she ended up moving her hands over her little front hole. "W-wait, p-please don't spank me with that, my private area still hurts from yesterday." She didn't mean to resist him, but she did it out of instinct. She knew that if he used that belt, she would be feeling pain there all day.

"Now Lily, you are not to put your hands in the way. You're being naughty with that kind of disobedience. Move your hands right now." However, Hammond did pause. "I will give you two choices. I was going to give you ten smacks with the belt. But now it's eleven because you put your hands in the way. But instead, I could give you the one smack with the belt for being naughty, and then use my hand and a plastic ruler to smack your front area instead. But I won't just make it ten times; I will keep smacking until it is red and sore."

Lily frowned after hearing what he said and moved her hands away like she was being told not to say anything to protest. She was expecting to be spanked the second her hands had moved, but he instead offered her something. Out of the two options, she wasn't sure which one might be worse. The belt sounded like it would be a lot more painful but would be over quicker. His hand and the ruler, however, wouldn't leave any lasting marks that would cause too much pain but would take a lot longer to be done.

After a while of thinking it over, she made up her mind. "U-um, I'll take one smack from the belt and then the rest from your hand and the plastic ruler." She didn't know how long it was going to be or how hard he was going to smack her. For all she knew, he might smack as lightly as he could to cause her pain but not really make her sore that much, meaning he could get in a lot more spankings than he could have with the belt.

"All right then. But don't get used to making deals and getting out of punishments like this. You should consider yourself very lucky, young lady." Of course, considering all that had happened—and all that was going to happen, and why she was there, Hammond knew she was not a lucky girl. But there was no need to tell her that. Instead, he opened his desk drawer and removed a hard plastic ruler—not the thin, slappy kind but one that looked rather painful, but still probably not as bad as the belt. He moved that to the side.

And then he picked the belt back up and swung it all the way around and down, so it slammed against her tender pussy lips.

Lily nodded to show that she understood what he was saying. She didn't feel very lucky right now since she was still being punished, but, at least it was going to be a lot less painful for her. After he finished speaking, she watched as he pulled out the ruler and set it aside. The ruler itself looked painful, but she was sure that it wouldn't hurt as much as the belt.

Once the belt finally came down onto her pussy, she let out a yell and moved her hands over it, trying to deal with the pain. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she was moving slightly because of how hard it had hit her. After a few seconds of recovery, she moved her hands away and frowned. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put my hands over it, I just couldn't help myself, I-it hurt so much." Of course, after that hit, she was a lot more sensitive down there, and she knew that these next spankings were going to be much worse than she had imagined, and she didn't even know how many she was going to get.

"I'm warning you—you are not to move your hands down there during the spanking. I can make it a lot worse than it already is, young lady." However, Hammond put the strap away. For a moment, it looked like he was going to give another extra smack with it, but he held back, and just moved on. He pressed his hand against her warm privates, gave a little squeeze, and then started a firm hand spanking there, bouncing her lower lips under his palm and fingers. Each time it made a clapping sound but didn't have the force of a ''proper'' spanking, it wasn't the same strength as he used before.

Lily looked at him in fear when she heard him speak. She was expecting to be punished even worse after she had disobeyed twice. However, that wasn't what happened. He instead moved on and squeezed her privates, making her tense up a bit before she felt his hand start to smack her there. Each smack she flinched a little but they didn't hurt too bad. She felt he wasn't using as much force as he did before. Her mind instantly thought that he was trying to keep her privates in usable condition so he could still use them afterwards.

She didn't feel it was right to ask him, but she wanted to make sure she knew what was coming. "M-mister Hammond, y-you're not going to stick your thingy inside of me again, are you?" She knew asking might get her in more trouble but, she thought if she knew that he was going to do it, she could try and find a way to get him not to do it.

Hammond's initial response to her question was to swing his hand down with an extra-hard smack. Before, he had just been gradually spanking her pussy lips, keeping a general heat and sting going and gradually building in her crotch. But whether because she was talking during her punishment or asking more about that topic, or for whatever reason, he gave one hard smack.

"I was thinking that would be appropriate. But you might be a bit too sore and tender in here, I think you'd agree." He then probed into her vagina, just poking a little bit with two fingertips. He spread her lower lips open and held them in place, looking at the pretty pink folds inside, before giving a slap down there, unprotected by her puffy outer folds.

"Especially after the ruler, it's going to be too sore for that. So I guess we won't be doing that—and just think, if you behave yourself and are never sent to me again, then you won't end up visiting me when it's all better and able to have things put inside it again. Now you really want to behave, don't you?" He gave another smack to her open crotch before letting it close again and resuming the ''normal'' front spanking.

Lily let out a yelp when she felt the hard smack on her lips and then continued to flinch as the normal smacks came down constantly. The burning sensation had been growing and growing with each smack, so she was hoping that it would be done soon. After hearing what he said, she just nodded in agreement; she was happy to hear that he wasn't going to do it and was just going to do the normal spankings.

After she felt him poking her vagina a bit before spreading it open, her face turned bright red, thinking he was lying to her and instead was planning on doing what he said he wasn't going to do. Instead, though, she just felt him slap it, making her flinch a lot more since she was much more sensitive without the outer walls protecting her privates from direct contact. After hearing the next thing he said, she nodded again. "O-OK, I won't ever be bad again, I-I promise, I'll be a good girl from now on." She then felt him smack her exposed privates, giving the same reaction as before, and then it went back to normal. She was just hoping that it would be over soon after all this, even though she knew she still had to be caned on her bottom.

However, Hammond didn't tell her at the time—indeed, he had been careful to word things such that he didn't tell her yet didn't lie—but he did still have plans. After all, he said he had planned on ''putting his thing in her'' but that her vagina was too sore, so he wouldn't enter her there. He said nothing about her bottom hole.

When her vulva had a deep pink glow to it, that's when he picked the ruler up and started spanking her crotch with that. He let it land fairly hard, but still not full strength. The flat of it smacked firmly against her, and the skin briefly flattened out under the impact, but worst of all were the edges and corners that dug in and scratched her sore skin.

Lily watched as he pulled his hand away to pick up the ruler. This was the part she wasn't looking forward to. She was sure that the ruler was going to hurt her a lot more than she expected now that her privates were already burning up. After the ruler finally struck down on her crotch, she let out a yelp as it flattened and dug into her skin.

Despite how much it hurt, she managed to keep her hands at her sides and didn't say anything so that her punishment wouldn't be any worse than what it already was. She just lay there waiting for him to finish the spankings, tears starting to form in her eyes again.

After a couple of minutes of rapid spanking, it looked like Hammond was finished. Her vulva was bright red, but even still, it didn't show any signs of bruising, so it was still probably better than receiving eleven with the belt.

However, he wasn't quite finished. Once again, he spread her outer lips with his fingers, and then gave five smacks inside with the ruler, before exposing her tiny clit and landing three smacks of the ruler there, stinging it plenty.

"All right, that is all. I will give you a minute to rub and get your breath back, but then you need to roll over so you are kneeling, with your head down and bottom up. Because it's going to be time for your caning." The ruler went away, but he started to look at the canes hanging on the wall, wondering which one to pick.

Lily just yelled out and flinched as each of the spankings came down onto her privates, getting worse with each strike. Once she thought it was over, she let out a small sigh but soon felt him spread her lips again and give her five more smacks there and then three more on her clit. Once it was all over, and she was told she could rub it and catch her breath, she did exactly that.

After rubbing the pain away the best she could, she looked over at him and looked over the canes. Was she going to get one that was bigger than the previous one she had gotten? She didn't take any time and instead just got into position before he turned back around. Her head was lying flat on the desk, and her bottom was in the air, waiting to be spanked.

Once again, Hammond picked up the senior cane that was supposed to be used for much older kids. For a moment, it looked like he was going to choose an even heavier one, his hand hovering for a moment, but eventually, he decided that it would be harsh enough with the one she had felt the day before.

"Right, it's going to be twelve strokes today, seeing as you clearly need more. Ten strokes across your cheeks, and then two strokes in your bottom hole. No reaching back, or you will be in big trouble." He gave the cane a few swishes through the air before lining it up and stepping in to deliver a hard stroke across the fleshiest part of her bottom.

Lily just stayed in position on the table turning her head the best she could to see which one he was going to grab. When she saw his hand start to go for a heavier one than the last time, she looked scared but was relieved when he stopped and just picked the same one as yesterday.

After listening to what he said, she nodded. "O-OK. I'll assume if I fall, I'll be in big trouble as well, right?" She knew the answer was probably yes, but she had to make sure of what exactly she couldn't do. Soon, she felt the cane smack against her bottom hard, causing her to let out a small scream as she jolted forward from the impact. Tears had already started to form in her eyes, but she stayed in position, waiting for more strokes.

"That's right—you shouldn't fall over, given you're steady on all fours there. Just keep your legs spread further apart to stay more steady if need be, but if you fall over, then I have to assume that means you're trying to delay things." After the first stroke, he waited ten seconds. He let the welt rise up, burning painfully across her bottom as he lined the next one up. He carefully picked his spot, aiming a bit higher for the second time before landing the stroke there.

Another ten seconds of delay followed, and then the third stroke landed, a little bit lower than the first one. As it was, the welts from the day before were still there, even with some bruising, so there was no real option: each stroke hit skin that was already marked from the previous day.

Lily spread her legs for more balance like he suggested and waited for the next stroke. She wasn't sure why he was waiting so long, but a burning sensation started to come from her bottom, and a few seconds later, she felt the cane smack against it again, making her scream out again.

Staying steady from the first two strokes, her hands were shaking, wanting to rub the pain away. After she felt the third smack, she let out a loud yelp. The bruises from yesterday made the pain much more unbearable. She quickly moved her hands back and blocked her bottom. "P-please can I take a few seconds to recover. Y-you're hitting my old spank marks, and it hurts so bad."

"Move your hands away right now," Hammond replied. He didn't shout, didn't raise his voice. But he said it sternly, and raised the cane, using the very tip of it to tap on her hands and then to poke her vagina. He only poked and tapped a little, didn't shove it all the way in, but it was still uncomfortable.

"Fine, I will wait longer between strokes, but that just gives you more time to appreciate the pain that is building up. And because you reached back, we're starting again from the beginning." He pulled the cane back and quietly counted a minute to himself.

"Right, here comes the first stroke." And just like that, he landed it almost right on top of the welt left by the first stroke.

Lily frowned and moved to get her hands away after they were tapped. She tensed up a bit after he poked and tapped her vagina. After hearing what he said, she was happy about the first part, but the second part made her worry. If she tried to rub her bottom, the punishment started over.

Taking the minute she was given, she calmed herself, trying to deal with the burning sensation that was building up slowly. After she finally felt him give the stroke, she yelped out but stayed still. Instantly, she focused on dealing with the pain again.


An imposing figure, given his authoritative position as a school principal. He's of above-average height and build to command respect from students and staff. He is balding and middle-aged with a stern facial expression that matches his strict demeanor. Hammond is unyielding and harsh, taking disciplinary actions to extreme levels without showing remorse or empathy for the child's discomfort. He is manipulative, using fear and pain as tools for control while maintaining an outward facade of calmness and authority. Despite this stoic exterior, there are hints of sadistic pleasure in his handling of punishments. Overall, Hammond's personality paints him as a cold disciplinarian who abuses his power under the guise of enforcing rules.

Lily followed her mother to the principal's office, and once they were there, she just listened to them speak slowly shaking in fear behind her mother. After hearing what was going to happen, she took a small gulp, not sure if that was the only thing that was going to happen after her mother had left.

When her mother turned around, she stopped shaking and gave her a smile before hugging her to hide her fear. "Yes, mommy, I'll be a good girl and do what I'm told. I love you." She waved to her mother as she left and then turned back to the principal. "I-I'm really sorry, I-I didn't mean to tell you, I-it just slipped out." She thought apologizing would help get her punishment reduced a little but doubted that it would. She was just worried that now that they were alone, he was going to do the same thing he had done the last time since no one would believe her if she said he had done it.

"It's a little late to apologize to me now, isn't it? You're going to have to have a very painful spanking, I'm afraid. So, take off your skirt and underwear and place them on the chair. Then climb up onto my desk here and lie on your back with your legs held up and spread wide. Like I told your mother, you're getting the belt first, on your naughty little front parts. And then I am caning your bottom." With that, he took out a very thick leather strap, one that was specially designed for handing out painful punishments rather than just being worn. Even if it was just used on the bottom, it would hurt and leave red marks, but that wasn't where he was going to use it!

Lily frowned after hearing what he said. She knew she wasn't going to get out of any of the punishment, but it was a lot worse hearing that her thoughts were true. After hearing what she needed to do, she gave a small nod before taking off her skirt and underwear and climbing onto the desk. Once she was on it, she laid on her back legs in the air and spread wide, revealing her private area to him clearly.

She then watched him pull out the belt. Just by looking at it, she knew that it was going to hurt a lot, and she ended up moving her hands over her little front hole. "W-wait, p-please don't spank me with that, my private area still hurts from yesterday." She didn't mean to resist him, but she did it out of instinct. She knew that if he used that belt, she would be feeling pain there all day.

"Now Lily, you are not to put your hands in the way. You're being naughty with that kind of disobedience. Move your hands right now." However, Hammond did pause. "I will give you two choices. I was going to give you ten smacks with the belt. But now it's eleven because you put your hands in the way. But instead, I could give you the one smack with the belt for being naughty, and then use my hand and a plastic ruler to smack your front area instead. But I won't just make it ten times; I will keep smacking until it is red and sore."

Lily frowned after hearing what he said and moved her hands away like she was being told not to say anything to protest. She was expecting to be spanked the second her hands had moved, but he instead offered her something. Out of the two options, she wasn't sure which one might be worse. The belt sounded like it would be a lot more painful but would be over quicker. His hand and the ruler, however, wouldn't leave any lasting marks that would cause too much pain but would take a lot longer to be done.

After a while of thinking it over, she made up her mind. "U-um, I'll take one smack from the belt and then the rest from your hand and the plastic ruler." She didn't know how long it was going to be or how hard he was going to smack her. For all she knew, he might smack as lightly as he could to cause her pain but not really make her sore that much, meaning he could get in a lot more spankings than he could have with the belt.

"All right then. But don't get used to making deals and getting out of punishments like this. You should consider yourself very lucky, young lady." Of course, considering all that had happened—and all that was going to happen, and why she was there, Hammond knew she was not a lucky girl. But there was no need to tell her that. Instead, he opened his desk drawer and removed a hard plastic ruler—not the thin, slappy kind but one that looked rather painful, but still probably not as bad as the belt. He moved that to the side.

And then he picked the belt back up and swung it all the way around and down, so it slammed against her tender pussy lips.

Lily nodded to show that she understood what he was saying. She didn't feel very lucky right now since she was still being punished, but, at least it was going to be a lot less painful for her. After he finished speaking, she watched as he pulled out the ruler and set it aside. The ruler itself looked painful, but she was sure that it wouldn't hurt as much as the belt.

Once the belt finally came down onto her pussy, she let out a yell and moved her hands over it, trying to deal with the pain. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she was moving slightly because of how hard it had hit her. After a few seconds of recovery, she moved her hands away and frowned. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put my hands over it, I just couldn't help myself, I-it hurt so much." Of course, after that hit, she was a lot more sensitive down there, and she knew that these next spankings were going to be much worse than she had imagined, and she didn't even know how many she was going to get.

"I'm warning you—you are not to move your hands down there during the spanking. I can make it a lot worse than it already is, young lady." However, Hammond put the strap away. For a moment, it looked like he was going to give another extra smack with it, but he held back, and just moved on. He pressed his hand against her warm privates, gave a little squeeze, and then started a firm hand spanking there, bouncing her lower lips under his palm and fingers. Each time it made a clapping sound but didn't have the force of a ''proper'' spanking, it wasn't the same strength as he used before.

Lily looked at him in fear when she heard him speak. She was expecting to be punished even worse after she had disobeyed twice. However, that wasn't what happened. He instead moved on and squeezed her privates, making her tense up a bit before she felt his hand start to smack her there. Each smack she flinched a little but they didn't hurt too bad. She felt he wasn't using as much force as he did before. Her mind instantly thought that he was trying to keep her privates in usable condition so he could still use them afterwards.

She didn't feel it was right to ask him, but she wanted to make sure she knew what was coming. "M-mister Hammond, y-you're not going to stick your thingy inside of me again, are you?" She knew asking might get her in more trouble but, she thought if she knew that he was going to do it, she could try and find a way to get him not to do it.

Hammond's initial response to her question was to swing his hand down with an extra-hard smack. Before, he had just been gradually spanking her pussy lips, keeping a general heat and sting going and gradually building in her crotch. But whether because she was talking during her punishment or asking more about that topic, or for whatever reason, he gave one hard smack.

"I was thinking that would be appropriate. But you might be a bit too sore and tender in here, I think you'd agree." He then probed into her vagina, just poking a little bit with two fingertips. He spread her lower lips open and held them in place, looking at the pretty pink folds inside, before giving a slap down there, unprotected by her puffy outer folds.

"Especially after the ruler, it's going to be too sore for that. So I guess we won't be doing that—and just think, if you behave yourself and are never sent to me again, then you won't end up visiting me when it's all better and able to have things put inside it again. Now you really want to behave, don't you?" He gave another smack to her open crotch before letting it close again and resuming the ''normal'' front spanking.

Lily let out a yelp when she felt the hard smack on her lips and then continued to flinch as the normal smacks came down constantly. The burning sensation had been growing and growing with each smack, so she was hoping that it would be done soon. After hearing what he said, she just nodded in agreement; she was happy to hear that he wasn't going to do it and was just going to do the normal spankings.

After she felt him poking her vagina a bit before spreading it open, her face turned bright red, thinking he was lying to her and instead was planning on doing what he said he wasn't going to do. Instead, though, she just felt him slap it, making her flinch a lot more since she was much more sensitive without the outer walls protecting her privates from direct contact. After hearing the next thing he said, she nodded again. "O-OK, I won't ever be bad again, I-I promise, I'll be a good girl from now on." She then felt him smack her exposed privates, giving the same reaction as before, and then it went back to normal. She was just hoping that it would be over soon after all this, even though she knew she still had to be caned on her bottom.

However, Hammond didn't tell her at the time—indeed, he had been careful to word things such that he didn't tell her yet didn't lie—but he did still have plans. After all, he said he had planned on ''putting his thing in her'' but that her vagina was too sore, so he wouldn't enter her there. He said nothing about her bottom hole.

When her vulva had a deep pink glow to it, that's when he picked the ruler up and started spanking her crotch with that. He let it land fairly hard, but still not full strength. The flat of it smacked firmly against her, and the skin briefly flattened out under the impact, but worst of all were the edges and corners that dug in and scratched her sore skin.

Lily watched as he pulled his hand away to pick up the ruler. This was the part she wasn't looking forward to. She was sure that the ruler was going to hurt her a lot more than she expected now that her privates were already burning up. After the ruler finally struck down on her crotch, she let out a yelp as it flattened and dug into her skin.

Despite how much it hurt, she managed to keep her hands at her sides and didn't say anything so that her punishment wouldn't be any worse than what it already was. She just lay there waiting for him to finish the spankings, tears starting to form in her eyes again.

After a couple of minutes of rapid spanking, it looked like Hammond was finished. Her vulva was bright red, but even still, it didn't show any signs of bruising, so it was still probably better than receiving eleven with the belt.

However, he wasn't quite finished. Once again, he spread her outer lips with his fingers, and then gave five smacks inside with the ruler, before exposing her tiny clit and landing three smacks of the ruler there, stinging it plenty.

"All right, that is all. I will give you a minute to rub and get your breath back, but then you need to roll over so you are kneeling, with your head down and bottom up. Because it's going to be time for your caning." The ruler went away, but he started to look at the canes hanging on the wall, wondering which one to pick.

Lily just yelled out and flinched as each of the spankings came down onto her privates, getting worse with each strike. Once she thought it was over, she let out a small sigh but soon felt him spread her lips again and give her five more smacks there and then three more on her clit. Once it was all over, and she was told she could rub it and catch her breath, she did exactly that.

After rubbing the pain away the best she could, she looked over at him and looked over the canes. Was she going to get one that was bigger than the previous one she had gotten? She didn't take any time and instead just got into position before he turned back around. Her head was lying flat on the desk, and her bottom was in the air, waiting to be spanked.

Once again, Hammond picked up the senior cane that was supposed to be used for much older kids. For a moment, it looked like he was going to choose an even heavier one, his hand hovering for a moment, but eventually, he decided that it would be harsh enough with the one she had felt the day before.

"Right, it's going to be twelve strokes today, seeing as you clearly need more. Ten strokes across your cheeks, and then two strokes in your bottom hole. No reaching back, or you will be in big trouble." He gave the cane a few swishes through the air before lining it up and stepping in to deliver a hard stroke across the fleshiest part of her bottom.

Lily just stayed in position on the table turning her head the best she could to see which one he was going to grab. When she saw his hand start to go for a heavier one than the last time, she looked scared but was relieved when he stopped and just picked the same one as yesterday.

After listening to what he said, she nodded. "O-OK. I'll assume if I fall, I'll be in big trouble as well, right?" She knew the answer was probably yes, but she had to make sure of what exactly she couldn't do. Soon, she felt the cane smack against her bottom hard, causing her to let out a small scream as she jolted forward from the impact. Tears had already started to form in her eyes, but she stayed in position, waiting for more strokes.

"That's right—you shouldn't fall over, given you're steady on all fours there. Just keep your legs spread further apart to stay more steady if need be, but if you fall over, then I have to assume that means you're trying to delay things." After the first stroke, he waited ten seconds. He let the welt rise up, burning painfully across her bottom as he lined the next one up. He carefully picked his spot, aiming a bit higher for the second time before landing the stroke there.

Another ten seconds of delay followed, and then the third stroke landed, a little bit lower than the first one. As it was, the welts from the day before were still there, even with some bruising, so there was no real option: each stroke hit skin that was already marked from the previous day.

Lily spread her legs for more balance like he suggested and waited for the next stroke. She wasn't sure why he was waiting so long, but a burning sensation started to come from her bottom, and a few seconds later, she felt the cane smack against it again, making her scream out again.

Staying steady from the first two strokes, her hands were shaking, wanting to rub the pain away. After she felt the third smack, she let out a loud yelp. The bruises from yesterday made the pain much more unbearable. She quickly moved her hands back and blocked her bottom. "P-please can I take a few seconds to recover. Y-you're hitting my old spank marks, and it hurts so bad."

"Move your hands away right now," Hammond replied. He didn't shout, didn't raise his voice. But he said it sternly, and raised the cane, using the very tip of it to tap on her hands and then to poke her vagina. He only poked and tapped a little, didn't shove it all the way in, but it was still uncomfortable.

"Fine, I will wait longer between strokes, but that just gives you more time to appreciate the pain that is building up. And because you reached back, we're starting again from the beginning." He pulled the cane back and quietly counted a minute to himself.

"Right, here comes the first stroke." And just like that, he landed it almost right on top of the welt left by the first stroke.

Lily frowned and moved to get her hands away after they were tapped. She tensed up a bit after he poked and tapped her vagina. After hearing what he said, she was happy about the first part, but the second part made her worry. If she tried to rub her bottom, the punishment started over.

Taking the minute she was given, she calmed herself, trying to deal with the burning sensation that was building up slowly. After she finally felt him give the stroke, she yelped out but stayed still. Instantly, she focused on dealing with the pain again.

After the ''first'' stroke there, Mister Hammond gave her a whole minute to wait. He watched his clock, but occasionally swished the cane through the air to keep her on edge, gave her bottom the occasional poke or prod, and even a small pat every now and then, just to wait for the time out.

But at the end of the minute, he delivered the ''second'' stroke—once again trying to double-up over the original second stroke, layering the welts onto each other. And then it was back to waiting, giving her a whole minute before he gave the third stroke (in reality, the sixth one).

And back to waiting. He swished the cane through the air and started to run his fingers over the existing welts, checking to see if there was any blood yet.


A dominant figure in both his professional and personal life. He has a commanding presence that suggests he might be physically imposing or attractive, although the specifics of his appearance aren't explicitly described. His personality is characterized by assertiveness, decisiveness, and control - he makes plans for their criminal activities and dictates the dynamics of their sexual encounters. Despite this dominance, he shows an understanding of Juanita's preferences and boundaries to some extent. He also appears to enjoy psychological manipulation as part of their shared sadistic tendencies.

Jason and his girlfriend weren't ever happy with the world as of today. The economy was going down and the all time level of unemployment was at its highest. He could remember it like yesterday when they brought up the idea of 'let's fix the world! Remove the corrupted people and have better ones take place!' They initially started with those who had committed crimes as a political person or even just allegations. Now they choose who can't lead a country and they remove them instead.

They didn't just do this in one country... this was world wide their mission. They start in one country to 'fix' then hop to another. Currently they were staying in a hotel in France and he set down a news paper for his girlfriend to see, "Allegedly this woman took advantage of other women sexually. I think we take her out next? Maybe I think you show her how to truly take advantage of a woman" he told her.

Juanita was excited about today. They had planned out the perfect plot... and today was gonna be the day. She felt it in her bones, the eager willingness for blood to be drawn. Torture was one of her favorite things, maybe to some it might be considered a bad thing, but Juanita would not believe that. She believed the world was better when she cleaned them up. Those awful bastards, government officials who were always out to ruin other people's lives. While they just got richer, while they just got more eager to have more money.

She and Jason had been partners for a while, they seemed to always have a lot of back and forth. She sat on her knees before him, her mouth open waiting for him to take his cock out for her to play with. When he heard her new hit she smirks. "Oh, am I the only one. I know you like her, she blonde, got all the right features for you to stick your cock in it, you and I both know this, Jason."

Jason was glad Juanita and him got along well enough. Their relationship has on gotten to the point where they were now criminals together and probably going to be given a death sentence. He did notice that Juanita had her mouth open expecting him to take his dick out and he did exactly as she wanted and he roughly shoved it into her mouth. When she was feeling submissive her role was to stay by his side and keep her holes ready to be filled whenever he desired.

"You probably love eating my cum out of the dumb blondes cunt anyways" he told her with a smirk. "I know you dislike women being mistreated so I'll allow you to be merciless. Let me fuck her first before you start your torture schemes. We hit her tonight" he told her.

Staring up at him she watched as he shoved his cock deep inside her willing mouth. She whimpered before trying to allow him to know he could go as deep as he wanted. She had been practicing and gagged less and less now. Some days she made a mess, but she could take him all. She began to bob her head in a soothing back and forth motion.

She thought it was fascinating that he was speaking about eating out another's cunt while she did this for him. She nodded, almost rolling her eyes since he knew her so well. He always did. Jason was good like that, they worked well together. Her black locks dangled behind her back flowing as she bobbed. She moved a hand up from holding his knee, to having another rub and hold his balls.

Jason noticed how Juanita was making less and less of a mess the more she took in his dick. "I guess you really got tired of gagging and having loads of spit on the floor that you always had to clean up" he told her and smiled. He did force his sick deep in her mouth to the point where it almost touched the back.

As she was playing around with his balls he eventually released quite a bit of cum into her mouth. She knew how to get him off fast honestly. "Let's get into the bed Juanita, we need to wait till night fall" he told her.

Juanita looked at him as he continued to fuck her. She glared at him as if angry and sidesweeped his knee with her hand. Then she went and felt his hot cum his the back of her throat. It splashed and she slurped it down. When she backed off him she licked her lips. "Listen here, I may swallow and be a good mouth for you to fuck... but I gag cause you're pure rock, meat." She said, complimenting him in her anger. When he mentioned about going to bed she nodded.

"Is that the only thing you expect of me... sir?" She asked, staring up at him, her eyes wide as she listened to him, waiting to hear his answer. She had fun with him, when they were killing or when they were busy playing. It was fun like this, always had been since they were teenagers.

Jason laughed at watching her swipe his knee. Once she removed her mouth from his dick he laughed at her words. "You know your insults aren't really insults to me hun. You insult those we torture much worse than those to me" he said to her. Upon hearing her question if that was all he wanted from her he shook his head, "I want you to shove a vibrator inside you on medium and hold Your hands against the bedpost I'm going to handcuff them" he told her. "I got to get you all horny and frustrated for when you go to torture someone you'll be in an even worse mood" he said to her.

Juanita laughed at him slightly. "Fuck you, Jason. Fuck. You." She said back to him, trying to push herself up and off her knees. When she heard what he said she crossed her arms. "Not this again, please Jason. No edging, you know I hate that. Please..." she put her lips into a pout, her eyes widening as she begged him to stop. "I don't want to." She climbed on the bed though, holding a vibrator in her hand, wishing he wouldn't begging and hoping that it wasn't true. She didn't think she could last. This would drive her crazy. She knew it, though he was as crazy as she was, and she just gave him an orgasm, while he planned on denying her.

Jason rolled his eyes at words, "I don't like it when my bitch swears at me indirectly" he told her. Upon hearing Juanita beg, he laughed and shook his head. "You're going to listen to what I say Juanita! Unless you want my entire length up your ass" he told her. Juanita was able to stay clothed in the hotel at the minimum.

"So what will it be, edging until we have to go or a dick in your ass" he questioned her. He certainly wasn't going to let his girlfriend cum though. "You'll only be allowed to cum if the blonde bit cheats you out. And that has to be when I'm fucking her. So if I cum inside her you have to stop get eaten out and clean her cunt out. We don't want me identity found after all" he told her.


A woman with long black hair. She has a fiery personality and isn't afraid to express her thoughts or desires. Despite her rebellious streak, she can be submissive in certain situations, particularly when it comes to her relationship with Jason. She exhibits sadistic tendencies and finds pleasure in torturing their targets. Her stubbornness is evident when she negotiates the terms of their twisted games, showing that she values fairness even in their perverse activities.

Jason rolled his eyes at words, "I don't like it when my bitch swears at me indirectly" he told her. Upon hearing Juanita beg, he laughed and shook his head. "You're going to listen to what I say Juanita! Unless you want my entire length up your ass" he told her. Juanita was able to stay clothed in the hotel at the minimum.

"So what will it be, edging until we have to go or a dick in your ass" he questioned her. He certainly wasn't going to let his girlfriend cum though. "You'll only be allowed to cum if the blonde bit cheats you out. And that has to be when I'm fucking her. So if I cum inside her you have to stop get eaten out and clean her cunt out. We don't want me identity found after all" he told her.

Juanita looked at him, trying to determine what she wanted. "Can I play with mysel-" Her words cut off when she heard that she was only allowed an orgasm with the bitch. She crossed her arms. "I vote neither. Why do you get all the fun?" She said, looking at him her eyes crossing with anger. She always got wet when playing with him, when sucking him off. Now she wasn't a lover of the usual dick in ass but what could she say? With a little pleasure applied to her clit it felt like a merry of days.

When she laid on the bed she stayed there unable to move, angry with him. "I promise, if I get an orgasm now, I will still do everything you want i.e. eating your cum out of her cunt. But you swear to me, we wash that bitch out. I don't know what for foreign dick or pussy been rubbing up on that shit?"


A young man who is feeling down after a recent break-up. He is not enjoying himself at the nightclub and sitting alone in a booth with his beer. Despite being buzzed, he seems standoffish and grumpy but tries to be polite when approached by Ally. He works out but he is not overly tall.

It was a night club filled with fun exotic people, flashing lights and music loud enough to make your head throb. Joseph wasn't enjoying himself like he should have been, instead he was sitting off alone at a booth sipping his beer and wishing he'd stayed home. His friends took him out but when they got there they ditched him, he'd been a sour puss the entire night because his girlfriend dumped him. He didn't want to do anything but he knew he shouldn't stay inside all day so he reluctantly pushed himself to get out and try to have fun. Everyone he looked at just reminded him of her though, she was gorgeous, funny, smart but he wasn't what she was looking for. She came out as a Lesbian and this was something else that was really on his mind.

He thought he was a pretty masculine guy, he worked out as much as he could for his size. He wasn't overly tall but he didn't think that mattered when it came to masculinity, he spoke his mind and stood up for what he believed. Wasn't that enough? Why did she ever date him in the first place, maybe she was just confused but it didn't help with his self image. He thought about how she probably only dated him because he was small and feminine looking, he wasn't going to find a girlfriend.

With a slow sigh he leaned his head into his hands and looked down at the table, life could be rough and he wasn't any exception. The crowed didn't pay him any mind, the only people who looked his way were the old men on the slot machines. They turned back and mined their own business though, they weren't in any position to help someone else with their troubles.

Ally was minding her own business, and by minding her own business she was on the dance floor, five foot eleven inches tall, caramel skin, bright blue hair and yellowish green eyes, she was a sight to behold indeed. She had decided she had had enough of the current music and made her way over to the DJ booth, she slipped him a five dollar bill and made her request.

"Ladies and gentlemen." A voice came over the PA system as the DJ spoke, "We have a request, this song is for the baddest only, if you are not a bad bitch or a psychopath, please, get off the damn dance floor." A record scratch was heard, and then this song began to play and Ally began to dance. She was not looking for anyone, nor was she in the mood, but as she spun, and gyrated her hips, moved with all of the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast, she just so happened to look over and see the man at the booth, well, upon second glance, she wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman, but one thing was certain, Ally was bold, and not afraid to approach anyone.

The song ended and she was sweaty and panting, but loved every moment of it, the whole dance floor had practically cleared out, mostly just to get out of the massive woman's way as she danced. She stepped off the floor, and walked right over to the booth and sat down. She looked her right in the eye and said, "Wanna play barbie? I'll be Ken and you can be the box I come in." She smirked.

Snapping out of his day dreaming he flinched and looked up at the taller girl, it was hard to tell Joseph's height but when she sat down to look at him he must have been 5'6. "I'm sorry? What does that even mean... shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Getting a little grumpy he grabbed his drink and pulled it closer to his chest. He's never heard a girl use that pick up line before and on the other foot it didn't make any sense, or so he thought.

His standoffish pose loosened and he looked back at her "I'm sorry. That was really rude, I'm just buzzed... and I just went through a break up so... I don't know why I told you this, I don't want to talk about it. She's somebody I need to forget." Even when Joseph talked he sounded like some young pretty girl. Gently nudging himself to the edge of the booth he swung his legs over the side and looked at Ally with a smile that showed he was trying. He jumped off the booth seat and walked over to her side "Wanna dance?" The slim young thing held his hand out to Ally like he was trying to take control and be spontaneous.

Ally took his hand, and stood, towering over him quite easily, "I'll dance with you, on two conditions, the first being that whatever you are doing tonight, is now canceled and after this dance you are coming with me, the second being you tell me your name." She stood there, staring into his eyes, boring into his soul almost, waiting for his response, knowing that he would accept, she was beautiful after all, and just what he needed.

She was really forwards, his eyes went wide and he blushed a bit. "W... eow. I mean." It didn't help that she towered over him. "I can tell you my name for sure, It's Joseph." He chuckled and looked over to the bar where one of his friends was talking with some girl and having a nice time. They locked eyes and his friend looked really impressed with who he was talking too, he gave Joseph a huge thumbs up with a wide smile. Even with his friends encouraging him to go forwards it was in his nature to be aloof. "I like your attitude. I think that can be arranged." Flashing a big smile to the larger woman it felt like he was in heaven. "Let's get our dance on!" giggling he practically skipped to the dance floor getting into the music.

As if on cue when she stepped onto the floor the next track played and she smiled, "This is my jam!" she shouted, stepping close to him, closer than one normally would when you danced. She was grinding on him, making him grind on her, getting nice and sweaty as they moved, the track changed and she pulled him close, her eyes lit up as she grinned, she took control and started moving her hips as if the very spirit of Shakira herself took over her body, she pulled him and started to move his body and dance with him salsa style, she was going to work him on the dance floor till he could not stand, and then when they were alone, she was going to work him till he could not walk, not even crawl. Joseph had no idea what he was in for.

The unsuspecting fly flew right into the spider web. A big smile on his face as they danced to the upbeat soundtrack, she really took control of the situation and that made him blush even more. "Woah! You're really outgoing aren't you? I like that." He smiled up at her. That grinding left him with butterflies in his stomach and a half chub in his pants. Joseph grabbed her hips and tried to turn her around, she was a little too big to just position the way he wanted. Instead he moved behind her and started grinding himself against her bubble butt. His heart was racing and he started having fun! The first time since the break up that he actually felt good.

With the confidence boost his hands got more confident too, rubbing up her back and over her shoulders he played with her hair. Beads of sweat started to form all over him, panting like a dog he was really getting worked hard from dancing. Joseph's friends all started to notice him, they'd been keeping an eye on him pouting in the booth the whole night but now that he was having fun they knew they could leave him alone and do their own thing.


A bold and confident woman who is not afraid to approach anyone. She has caramel skin, bright blue hair, yellowish-green eyes and stands at five foot eleven inches tall. She loves to dance and move her body with all the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast. Her appearance suggests that she is quite striking and possibly even intimidating to some people due to her height and unique style.

The unsuspecting fly flew right into the spider web. A big smile on his face as they danced to the upbeat soundtrack, she really took control of the situation and that made him blush even more. "Woah! You're really outgoing aren't you? I like that." He smiled up at her. That grinding left him with butterflies in his stomach and a half chub in his pants. Joseph grabbed her hips and tried to turn her around, she was a little too big to just position the way he wanted. Instead he moved behind her and started grinding himself against her bubble butt. His heart was racing and he started having fun! The first time since the break up that he actually felt good.

With the confidence boost his hands got more confident too, rubbing up her back and over her shoulders he played with her hair. Beads of sweat started to form all over him, panting like a dog he was really getting worked hard from dancing. Joseph's friends all started to notice him, they'd been keeping an eye on him pouting in the booth the whole night but now that he was having fun they knew they could leave him alone and do their own thing.

"Yeah?" She said turning to face him, "Come with me." she said, no other words, she left the club, went out the door, and to the valet, handed him her ticket and he left to get her car. Ally tapped her foot and waited for Joseph to come, little did he knew, he was in for the ride of his life, in more ways than one.


A male teacher who enjoys manipulating and dominating his female student. He is manipulative and enjoys the power he holds over others, particularly Kei. His actions suggest that he derives pleasure from public displays of control and sexual dominance. He is confident, persuasive and has a clear lack of regard for societal norms or ethical boundaries. He is be physically imposing and strong.

One hand went down and across her thigh. Liam's fingers pressing on her pussy over top of her soft white panties. The other hand went up and molested her breast playing with her panties and bra as he pressed her back against his bare chest. Keeping the front of her body exposed to the class as it was now part of the play.

"Why are you embarrassed or ashamed?" He asked his voice soft and sweet for her. "Everything that's happening right now is arousing, it's sexy, it's perfectly fine to be turned on by this lesson it's natural."

"And we are here to learn what's natural about sex right? it's all supposed to feel good, none of this is meant to shame you." He held her up keeping her body exposed, the boys were on the edge of their seats, several people were looking at her with horny expressions. "Do you want to learn how to be properly fucked by an older man?"

While his hands felt around the top of her panties a jolt ran through her body, a sudden sexual energy filling her as she squealed with arousal. Some of the boys in the crowd leaned in, Kei could almost see how they were drooling over her own drooling pussy. She felt so embarrassed as her teacher's fingers were coated in her fluids that soaked through her panties. As she felt his muscles against her back and hand at her breast she could not hold back much longer. Drawn out and exasperated moans filled the classroom as the young girl felt the heat rising inside of her.

There were a few boys in the room she knew, even fewer she would find cute herself. None of them really came to Mr. Liam's level, and none of them would have inspired her to allow such lewd acts be performed on her in front of a crowd. Just last night she touched herself thinking about Mr. Liam, remembering all those times she tried to get him alone to seduce him into fucking her young holes. Yet it seemed like he instead played her, using that angst to lure her into this position, in her underwear on a table as part of the lesson.

Grabbing onto Mr. Liam's arm tightly she exclaimed. "Yes... please... please fuck me..." her eyes filled with shame as the boys began to murmur loudly and excitedly at her begging.

Liam was giddy as she spoke the words aloud. Honest excitement escaping him in the moment as she asked to be fucked in front of a crowd of classmates. He couldn't help but think that this had all gone pretty much exactly as he had desired it, But he wasn't done playing with her just yet, didn't want to sink into the main meal just so soon. He kissed her neck, and nibbled along her ear, he kept her back to him, her front to the audience, and his hands exploring her body, up along her sides, and then to the back. "Soon Kei, I will fuck you soon but first."

She would feel his hands grip the back of her bra, the slight pull together as he unhooked the strapless bra, and with nothing else holding it too her, the bra simply fell away to the ground as he dropped it. He revealed her tits, and his hands cut off any chance she had to hide them. Cupping her small but cute A-cup in his hands and molesting her tits in his hands. "These are so soft, so cute." He said softly.

"Would you let a volunteer from our crowd come up and touch one of them?" He said pinching her nipple. He kissed her neck softly again knowing how to play on a sensitive woman's body.

There was no sound, like all of existence silenced itself while her bra fell off of her body. The room was quiet enough the bra hitting the table and sliding off to the floor seemed like a racket. Mr. Liam had held her hands and arms back, he could feel the resistance she gave him as she instinctively wanted to conceal her immodesty then and there. But there on her chest, exposed without any protection were two small mounds christened by light pink nipples.

They would certainly be angelic, soft on the eyes and to the touch as Mr. Liam began to grope at her. Kei's face beet red as he let her, little whimpers again flowing out of her lips as she clenched her teeth. There was almost a slight jiggle to them as her heart beat intensely. But as her teacher touched her, displayed her, and warmed her inside with the sensation of his breath, she felt faint at the prospect of letting others touch her body.

His lips on her neck were begging her instincts to comply, her mind clouded by lust. A timid nod would escape her as her conscious screamed its objections. But it was too late as just mumbled: "Mmhmm." Bright red cheeks acknowledged as she clenched her eyes shut.

It was so much fun to pry and manipulate this teenager in his hands. She seemed to melt like putty as he manipulated her, and she gave concession after concession. He kissed her neck, but slowly walked her forward towards the audience. While he may have said a single volunteer, he turned her body into a lesson. One hand on the back of her neck allowed him to easily steer her and push her upper body forward towards each male member of the class. "Take a moment to touch, and feel the soft skin."

Letting each boy grope her in some different way, one or two were a lot rougher with her nipples than the others, one seemed too timid at first like he thought Kei might bite her if his hand lingered or touched her for too long. In a normal scenario none of these young men would have gotten to touch a breast, With the last one though he took his time before moving her a bit closer. "Suck on her tit, feel it with your mouth."

Since the teen was sitting it was a lot easier for him to do as he was told, and put his mouth to Kei's breast, sucking lightly on her soft mound of flesh. His tongue flicking over her nipple. Playing with her breast. "Kei how does that feel?"

Kei's heart raced as he brought her forward to the audience. Her eye filled with worry and shame as she recalled Mr. Liam's words that she only needed to focus on him. Yet as she was brought to each male student, their hands flicking around her tit, she frantically wanted it to stop. Her hands even reached out to push theirs away, but Mr. Liam had restrained her, preventing the groping and fondling from ceasing. Occasionally as a boy pinched her nipple or roughly held her bosom in their hand she would squeak or yelp, some boys only being more encouraged by this and getting more handsy.

"Please don't." Her girlish pleas to a boy that slapped her tit repeatedly too see it jiggle and bounce while twisting her nipple. Her face and ears were bright red as she peeked out from Mr. Liam's shoulder. Her male peer had a lewd smile on his face as he stuck her tit again and again. Kei was relieved when Mr. Liam brought her to the next student, yet his instructions soon changed.

"Suck?! Kyaaaa!" Kei flinched hard as the boy's warm breath hit the flesh of her breast. So much so that as he continued to lap at her tit with her tongue she was thrown off balance, falling into the male student's lap where he sat at his desk. There she sat frozen, hands pressing on his shoulders with a timid resistance as his suction pulled her small tit out and back as his saliva coated her chest. Her eyes were shut tight as the act was carried out, unable to answer Mr. Liam's question except for her involuntary moans. "Huhhhaaaaahhhh... ohhhh mmmmm mmmmm eeh... haaaaaahhhh..." she carried on like a song as her breast was suckled by the boy.

"Clearly that feels good." Liam said not needing much of an answer, and enjoying the humiliations and lewd expressions the girl made in the moment. He watched her squirm for a few moments especially when she fell into the boys lap. It was a moment he could step away from her and unbuckle his pants, taking off his shoes and finally getting a chance to pull down his trousers. He went back to claim the girl. Lifting her off the boy's lap by once again holding the back of her neck and finding it easier to pull her back to the center stage.

Before she could fully recover her breath his hands grabbed her waist, and his lips were back on hers, in a deep passionate kiss as his hands caressed and played with her body retaking her focus and demanding that she pay attention to him and only him now. Despite the fact that he had been the one to include the audience. Now he had a chance to press her bare chest into his and feel her breasts against him, to explore the warm softness of her skin and to touch her basically however he pleased.

When the kiss broke, his hands were on her shoulders. And oh so slowly those hands added pressure to her, pushing her down slowly. "Take a moment catch your breath, but next you are going to pull down my boxers, and put my cock in your mouth."


A teenage female student with an innocent and submissive personality. She has A-cup breasts and light pink nipples, implying she is fair-skinned. Her reactions suggest that she is initially shy and reluctant but also curious and aroused by the sexual advances. She harbors feelings for Liam, indicating a certain level of trust or infatuation towards him despite the inappropriate nature of their relationship. Despite her embarrassment in front of her peers, she eventually gives into his manipulations, showing a side of her that might be more compliant or easily swayed by authority figures like Liam.

Kei's heart raced as he brought her forward to the audience. Her eye filled with worry and shame as she recalled Mr. Liam's words that she only needed to focus on him. Yet as she was brought to each male student, their hands flicking around her tit, she frantically wanted it to stop. Her hands even reached out to push theirs away, but Mr. Liam had restrained her, preventing the groping and fondling from ceasing. Occasionally as a boy pinched her nipple or roughly held her bosom in their hand she would squeak or yelp, some boys only being more encouraged by this and getting more handsy.

"Please don't." Her girlish pleas to a boy that slapped her tit repeatedly too see it jiggle and bounce while twisting her nipple. Her face and ears were bright red as she peeked out from Mr. Liam's shoulder. Her male peer had a lewd smile on his face as he stuck her tit again and again. Kei was relieved when Mr. Liam brought her to the next student, yet his instructions soon changed.

"Suck?! Kyaaaa!" Kei flinched hard as the boy's warm breath hit the flesh of her breast. So much so that as he continued to lap at her tit with her tongue she was thrown off balance, falling into the male student's lap where he sat at his desk. There she sat frozen, hands pressing on his shoulders with a timid resistance as his suction pulled her small tit out and back as his saliva coated her chest. Her eyes were shut tight as the act was carried out, unable to answer Mr. Liam's question except for her involuntary moans. "Huhhhaaaaahhhh... ohhhh mmmmm mmmmm eeh... haaaaaahhhh..." she carried on like a song as her breast was suckled by the boy.


An elven warrior with a reputation for being a hero among her people, implying physical prowess and courage. Her longevity of over a hundred years indicates typical elven lifespan and experience in combat. She is delicate, implying a slender and petite physique common to elves. Despite the shock and horror of her situation, she exhibits defiance and resilience, indicating a strong willpower and determination. Her immediate concern for the other elves suggests empathy and protectiveness towards her kin.

Sellaren hit the ground hard; completely shocked. Not once, in over a hundred years of fighting, had she been so thoroughly taken by surprise and overpowered. For the first time in a long time, her honed combat reflexes didn't know how to react. Her first natural instinct was to try to roll away and get back to her feet. She made it about six inches before the brutal impact of the orcs boot with her rib cage sent her tumbling over again; her vision spinning, and the air knocked out of her lungs. Before she could even recover enough to make another move; the boot hit her again, flipping her face down into the sand.

For several long seconds, Sellaren lay completely still; stunned by the blow. Stars danced in her eyes as her vision slowly refocused. As a result, it took her a while to comprehend what she was looking at, staring across the sands. For a moment, all she could make out were hulking green blurs, looming over smaller pink ones. Even when she could make out the individual figures, her first assumption was just that the orcs and the other elven prisoners were grappling on the ground. It took some time for the reality of the situation to make it through both her disorientation and her sheer denial. When it did though, her mouth opened in shock.

Those vile animals! They were... They were raping them! Sellaren could hardly imagine such a loathsome thing; to be mounted by such a lowly creature. Even ignoring the physical pain of such a thing, the indignity of it was indescribable! Sellaren felt a knot of rage form in her throat; she could not allow this. She had to intervene. She was about to yell out in anger at the orcs, but she was distracted by something heavy falling onto the sand next to her. It was a belt... trousers still attached. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she craned her neck around to look above her. Her eyes filled with disgust as she caught sight of the now pantsless orc, before going wide when she realized what he intended.

When the dumb bitch elf finally decided to look back and up she would the the orc Orc 'savage', naked from boots to waist, and sporting a massive, obscene hard-on, thick and veined and dripping precum. Before she had a moment to try and escape, the brute reached for her, and a huge hand curled around one delicate ankle. He yanked roughly, dragging her through the dirt. Around her, the sounds of screaming, begging elves and grunting orcs. And new sounds; cheers and jeers. Apparently the spectacle of their fight had drawn a crowd, and now her defilement was about to become tonight's main attraction.

The brute pulled her in front of him. He was reaching for her legs, pulling them from the ground, manhandling her easily. Soon she was upside down, staring up at him, all of her weight on her shoulders and neck with her ass up in the air. One huge hand held her up, hanging by a leg, as he reached down with the other to start ripping away just enough to find her tight elf cunt.

Sellaren's fingers clawed at the sand as she tried to crawl away from the towering orc and his towering erection, only to be dragged backwards by her ankle. Her attempts to catch herself were ended as she suddenly found herself rising up into the air, her blood rushing to her head as she was lifted bodily off the ground.

The elf champion's mind reeled as she suddenly found herself dangling upside down by one leg—her other hanging awkwardly to the side. In front of her, the ground was blue and the sky was yellow, and right at her eye level was a massive, dribbling, orc cock. This situation was so far out of anything Sellaren could ever have imagined that her mind couldn't hardly accept it.

Instinctively, her balled fists began lashing out at the orc, trying to punch him in the torso. Unfortunately, the size difference was such that her arms couldn't reach all the way from where she was dangling, leaving her tilting harmlessly at the air. The trapped elf let out a yell of frustration "Arrg! Unhand me you brute!" She snapped at him, her head jerking up in surprise as she felt his slab-like hand grabbing at the fabric of the crotch of her trousers, "What are you doing!" She yelled, her heart still not accepting what was about to happen.

The savage brute Orc growled, something in its crude language on its lips. It was impossible to tell if it knew what pathetic protests were being offered. Did it understand? Did it care?

What it did seem to care about was the prize in front of it; her cunt now bare thanks to a rent tear in the crotch of her pants. It spoke volumes of this beast that it didn't care more than that, all he needed was access to holes to enjoy his conquest.

Even as she kept struggling and protesting, the beast hoisted her up and lowered his hips. His cockhead was like a tiny elven fist, pressing against her exposed sex, and while she was still swinging at him, he started to push.

Sellaren yelped as she suddenly felt the fabric of her trousers tear away, and the cool of the air lap against her most private area. For someone like her, this was quite a shock. It was very rare that another person got to see the proud elf naked; none had in the lifetime of any living orc.

Before she had much time to protest though, she found herself dropping down a foot—still dangling upside down by her leg. Even now, she still didn't fully understand what was happening. Or maybe more accurate, still couldn't bring herself to believe it. It was only when she suddenly felt something pressing against her groin that she finally had to start comprehending.

"Wait! NO! Stop" She squealed in sudden terror "It's too big! You'll kill meeee!"

Orc the monster just growled again, the huge, savage beast of an orc towering over her. She started to scream in desperation and protest, and surprisingly enough, it actually stopped for a moment. Both massive hands reached out, grabbing her legs, spreading them in an almost erotic, lewd version of a wishbone. She was probably going to be glad he didn't just yank until something was dislocated. Instead, as he glared down at her, it opened its mouth... "Elf... Cunt." It growled out. Apparently it did speak her language. Or at least a few words. Whether it understood whatever else she had screamed was another story altogether, but those words were fairly... obvious.

The brute lowered his hips, pushing his cock down and forward. She could feel her cunt being forced to spread, pussy lips already straining around him. Maybe dislocated her hips would be a blessing, and she'd have less pressure, but the beast seemed just eager to use her like a condom, slowly pulling her cunt up over its length.

No! This couldn't be happening! Not to her! She was the Sellaren the Swiftblade; she was a hero of the elven people, a mere orc couldn't possibly be doing this to her!

Sellaren thrashed desperately as the tip of the orc's cockhead pushed against her tight opening. Her flailing attempts at kicking with her one free leg quickly came to an end, as another slab-like hand closed around her other ankle. Immediately, she felt the orc pulling her legs open. Her muscles strained to resist him, but it was like trying to stop a glacier. She was helpless to stop it, as her legs were spread wide, past 180 degrees. Her tendons were stretched painfully, and it was only her supernatural flexibility that stopped her hips from dislocating.

She was squealing loudly in protest now, but the worst was yet to come. Without mercy, the giant greenskin continued to press his massive member into her helpless cunt. It wasn't going to work, she was far too tight—her body just wasn't able to accommodate him. He didn't seem to care though, and just kept pushing, the resistance of her body slowly overcome by his strength. "Nnnnyhhhh!" Sellaren squealed as she felt the muscles of her pelvic floor being stretched to their absolute limit—maybe beyond—they were screaming at her in pain, and she was expecting them to snap at any moment.