A young woman with an alluring grace and icy blue eyes that speak volumes of her confidence. She carries herself with ease, indicative of her experience in corporate environments. Her skin is pale, almost snowy, contrasting dramatically against the rich hue of her lipstick. Despite being good at her job as an executive assistant, there's a sense of reluctance towards the mundanity of paperwork and routine tasks. She possesses a dazzling smile that can easily disarm others around her. Interestingly, she has a hidden adventurous side to her personality which drives her to infiltrate businesses for reasons known only to herself.

Eight perfect teeth gleamed at Melantha, a stunning display that contrasted the stain of her crimson lips. With her fingers clasped, her thumb brushed against the side of her forefinger, imagining the way the woman's velvet bottom lip might feel against her touch. Her gaze was languid as it drifted up, catching the woman glancing off. "We like our employees to sign with a pen, not with a click," she said simply. Ethel, bless her soul, had thrown a fit when Melantha suggested they move their filing system online. The old crone wouldn't hear a word of it, and much to everyone's surprise, Melantha had relented and told her they'd switch over in a year, plenty of time for Ethel to have a team develop a program to her liking.

An elegant brow arched as Elizabeth stood. She hadn't dismissed her. "Miss Markov is just fine," she said, stilling the subtle rub of her thumb against her hand. "Steph will take you down to his office." Melantha straightened and waved her hand dismissively. "He'll hear any of your complaints and questions."

She turned to her computer, pulling up the email she'd been reading before her brief meeting with Elizabeth. Though when the girl turned to leave, she watched the sway of her hips as she slipped out of her office. If she was, in fact, incumbent, she could hire another assistant to do anything of importance. She found that the intern amused her in some odd, human way.

It was lost on Elizabeth that her new employer was feeling any sort of annoyance with her actions. Though, the Slayer wouldn't have really worried that much about it, just because this job was new she wasn't going to be walked over. "Noted, Miss Markov," Liza said, nodding her head and hugging her papers to her chest with one arm. "Have a great morning!" She said and then excused herself, not waiting for the woman to excuse her. It had been rather easy to see that the woman was ready to move about her business of the day and Elizabeth didn't like to be in the way.

Walking out, Lizzie found the secretary again and stopped before her, eyeing her a moment before speaking. "I was told that you'd show me the way to Brad's office?" She asked, quirking her brow at her. Elizabeth wasn't exactly the type to enjoy this line of work but she was good at it despite that. She was looking forward to getting on with her day and getting to know the layout of the building. It was going to be important if she wanted to infiltrate the business like she planned. Of course, it was less about that and more about flushing out the unmentionables. But, either way, that was going to be a vital tool in her mission.


a woman of considerable beauty, with her wide hips, full lips and thick thighs. Her long hair and choice to wear boots indicate a certain style or preference in her appearance. She has an alluring figure that she's not afraid to accentuate for the desired effect. Personality-wise, Robbie is someone who exudes confidence and isn't shy about expressing her desires. She is accustomed to getting what she wants, which hints at an assertive nature. However, there's also a sweetness in her demeanor; she's fun-loving and has a charm that draws people towards her. Despite this strong personality, Robbie shows a level of vulnerability when faced with rejection or delay in gratification---revealing a more complex character than just the confident exterior.

Robbie wondered just how much Karma had seen of her, and how much was a lucky assumption. The woman dripped with confidence that Robbie found alluring, addictive. She could only imagine what that meant for the bedroom.

"I'm sure you're used to that effect." It should have been strange how natural the interaction felt when she didn't know her, but it didn't diminish how comfortable it was. How right. She didn't want to think too deep into it yet or involve fate, but she was glad she had chosen Karma in her time of need. Gray eyes toured down the hard curves as she obediently picked up her drink, reinforcing her good fortune. She wanted to see everything, touch everywhere. She wanted to leave with the taste of Karma still on her tongue.

Robbie set her glass down, the tea just about gone. "I'll be right back, baby," she assured with a caress down Karma's arm before heading toward the ladies restroom, which gave her companion the opportunity to observe her from the back. Wide hips kept their promise of a full ass atop thick thighs, all moving with a seductive sway of her natural gait. Once she pushed inside the room, she stood in front of the wide mirror to check her appearance before she left on the arm of the most gorgeous woman in the building. Fingers carefully combed through her long hair and she checked to see if her outfit needed adjusting. She couldn't help but notice the warmth in her cheeks and smile that refused to fade. She was having a great time and the night had just started.

She sent a quick text to her friends not to wait for her before making her way back to the bar. When she returned she offered a smile and wave goodbye to her friends. "Ready?" She asked with an eager lilt in her voice, her hand already slipping inside Karma's to gently tug her away from the crowd and toward the front door. Once they were outside, Robbie turned to Karma and pressed close to steal some of that heat from the chill air. "Can I get a kiss for the ride?" She was already lifting up onto her toes to seek out what she wanted, her hands riding up to rest on strong shoulders. "Please?"

"It's different with you," Karma assured Robbie. It was true, she could have this effect on plenty of people but she wasn't used to seeing women as pretty as Robbie, let alone flirting with them. It wasn't just that the other woman was beautiful, she was fun and seemed genuinely sweet, too. Karma wasn't the kind of person to say anything out of politeness and she really did feel Robbie would stand out in just about any room.

With a nod she watched shamelessly, quietly admiring the sway of those hips and giving her lower lip a thoughtless, soft half-bite. The short time apart felt almost unbearably long with each moment seeming to tick on for an unreasonable amount of time. Still, despite her quiet impatience Karma just propped up the bar, waiting to set eyes on Robbie again. The second she did she was beaming, giving a playful wave and a nod.

"Of course," She replied, letting Robbie lead for the moment as they headed out into the cool night air. When that request came Karma paused, looking down and unintentionally getting a very enjoyable view before slightly giggling and then shaking her head. "You're such a sweetie. It's hard to say no. But, no, baby. When I start kissing you I'm not going to be able to stop. I don't want anything in the way," Karma explained, her tone both warm and firm yet again as she made it clear she wouldn't budge but also that she was at least somewhat playing a game.

This time it was Karma outstretching her hand, offering to lead the beautiful lady in front of her to her car. "I'll drive. I didn't have many, don't worry," She assured, her long legs and heels making each stride long as she walked with a sway in her own hips and a great deal of natural confidence.

Arrogance fueled the certainty that she would get what she wanted, making the teasing rejection all the more frustrating. She wanted to reach up into that dark hair and pull Karma down for a kiss to satisfy the need for a taste, but her soon-to-be lover had enough strength in her that such an attempt would've been futile. There weren't many people she knew who could make someone like her do anything she didn't want to. So, relenting for the time being with the slightest pout to her full lips, Robbie put her heels back on the ground and slipped her hand inside Karma's. She could hold on for a little while longer with the promise of kisses and more when they arrived to Karma's place.

Robbie kept up with the long stride, her boots mixed with the sharp clank of Karma's heels on the pavement. She debated following in her own vehicle, but that wouldn't allow her to get payback for all the rejection she'd faced. Oh no. She had plans. With a smile she opened the passenger side door and slipped in, immediately securing her seat belt while she waited for the other to claim her spot in the driver's seat. Her body was slightly turned with a hand resting on her thigh, allowing her arm to press against her breast to amplify her cleavage just enough to catch those black eyes. "Will I have to wait long?" She gave her bottom lip a little tug, hoping they wouldn't have far to go.


A confident and alluring woman who possesses an irresistible charm. Her physical attractiveness is undeniable, with her strong shoulders and hard curves that catch the eye. She's tall, as suggested by her long legs and stride, and she often wears heels which further enhance her height. Karma's personality is marked by a playful yet firm demeanor; she enjoys teasing others but also sets boundaries when necessary. Despite being flirtatious, she isn't easily swayed and can resist giving in to temptation until the right moment. This shows a level of self-control and maturity in her character. Additionally, Karma appears genuine in her interactions, not one to say anything merely out of politeness---this indicates honesty as part of her personality traits.

Arrogance fueled the certainty that she would get what she wanted, making the teasing rejection all the more frustrating. She wanted to reach up into that dark hair and pull Karma down for a kiss to satisfy the need for a taste, but her soon-to-be lover had enough strength in her that such an attempt would've been futile. There weren't many people she knew who could make someone like her do anything she didn't want to. So, relenting for the time being with the slightest pout to her full lips, Robbie put her heels back on the ground and slipped her hand inside Karma's. She could hold on for a little while longer with the promise of kisses and more when they arrived to Karma's place.

Robbie kept up with the long stride, her boots mixed with the sharp clank of Karma's heels on the pavement. She debated following in her own vehicle, but that wouldn't allow her to get payback for all the rejection she'd faced. Oh no. She had plans. With a smile she opened the passenger side door and slipped in, immediately securing her seat belt while she waited for the other to claim her spot in the driver's seat. Her body was slightly turned with a hand resting on her thigh, allowing her arm to press against her breast to amplify her cleavage just enough to catch those black eyes. "Will I have to wait long?" She gave her bottom lip a little tug, hoping they wouldn't have far to go.

Karma caught sight of Robbie's pout and instinctively smirked just a little, shaking her head. "Not used to that?" She teased, sensing that the other woman was used to her lovers giving in much easier than she did.

Soon enough they were at Karma's car, a black Ford Mustang that was older than she was. It was clear at a glance that the car had had its fair share of aftermarket work done. Karma loved that car but she didn't pause her stride to admire it, instead enjoying the brief glimpse of thigh as Robbie settled in as she got comfy in the driver's seat. Glancing across she immediately clocked the way Robbie posed and giggled, not cruelly but instead enjoying the view and appreciating the effort to create it. "No, baby. I promise. Not long and I'll give you what you need," She assured her lover.

When Karma set off she did so with appropriate urgency, letting the engine growl more than was necessary before pulling away from the curb and heading off into the night. She didn't like to be too reckless but she skirted the speed limit after accelerating like a shot down the street, knowing the way home all too well and feeling glad that the roads were relatively empty. In her chest Karma's heart beat harder and harder but it had nothing to do with the thrill of the driving and everything to do with the lady in the passenger's seat.

True to her word it really wasn't long before they were pulling up outside her home, a modest place with two bedrooms that was set back from the road and free of neighbors. Pulling up Karma was grinning wide, licking her lips gently as she turned to Robbie then flicked her eyes to the front door. Biting her lip Karma pulled the keys from the ignition and deliberately slide the house key from the ring, holding it out to Robbie. "10, 9, 8..." She counted, speaking slowly as her eyes took on a slightly more intense quality and she excitedly waited to see if she was going to play along.


Also a demi-wolf, possessing both human and wolf-like traits. His athletic abilities suggest an active and robust physique. He has a more outgoing personality compared to Theo, often making remarks, asking questions, and even jesting about 'vorgies'. He's educated at Furchester University, suggesting at some level of intellectual capability. However, his interests lie more in the arts than traditional academia, as he dabbled in Dramatics, Athletics and Music during his time there. His quick adaptation to their unusual circumstances shows his resilience and adaptability. Matty comes across as an energetic demi-wolf with a penchant for humor and a zest for life.

"...That all sounds like a bunch of crazy" Matty remarked, before shrugging. "But I suppose living somewhere like Furchester would sound just as crazy to you, I guess" He reasoned. "...so, all I got is 'why?' pretty much to everything you just said... why are you in a timelocked realm? Why do the dead appear? Who wanders in? Why do you have powers? How powerful are they?... That's a how, not a why, but you get what I mean" Matty remarked, waving his hand.

Matty glanced over to take another look at the map. "...what's the scale on this thing? How long is it going to take to reach... wherever it is we're headed? Because we're not equipped for camping... and the weather looks fine now, but I've got no idea how quickly this could change"

Theo chuckled dryly at all the questions thrown his way, but he was happy they were asked all the same. He nodded his head in agreement. This Furchester place seemed farther along than he knew, and he would certainly be lost were he stranded in such a place. "There are answers to your questions, but I can't answer all of them. Why the realm is as it is, I will not say. Why the dead rise, is because of the fluctuations in time at the border of the barrier causing them to exist once again, but such things cannot bring them back to life fully. As for who wanders in, campers, hikers, people that ignore the tales, or want to see spooky spirits. My powers are natural, gifted down the family line, and it appears that power is relevant. Here, so far flicking a rock has been the best I could manage. At home, I could uproot trees thicker than these, or fly myself around, amongst many other things." His ear flicked a little, glancing off to the side. "I should hope we will leave soon... Should we perhaps climb a tree and attempt to look for a landmark?"

"Well Damn, that's some mystical mumbo-jumbo stuff right there" Matty remarked. "But, since you're able to do that thing with the rock at all, I don't see why you can't do all that other stuff with time, maybe you just need to... I don't know, be here a little longer? Maybe it's something in the air" Matty remarked with a shrug. "But yeah, that's a good idea... hopefully we get somewhere before I get too hungry, I tend to have a big appetite... having vorgies all the time'll do that to you" Matty remarked, before finding a decent-looking tree with branches that were easy to reach. He started to climb up, ascending quickly. He seemed to be quite an active soul, perhaps better equipped for this land than he really knew.

"...well, okay, I can see this big, huge lonely mountain, way way over there, looks like purple storm clouds around it... so if there's anything on the map that looks like that... it's super far away, like, we're not going to get there in one day" Matty called down. There was some rustling as he shifted positions. "...I can see a big tree on top of a hill, the way we were heading, that's not too far away, that's gotta be less than a mile"

The demi wolf chuckled, inclining his head. "Well, mystical wouldn't be the correct term for it, but I understand what you mean. The good news and the bad news is that, normally, I should be confined to my home more or less. It would be dangerous to leave the time barrier around my domain, as even I am not quite sure what would happen, yet here I am and I seem unharmed, if underpowered. I believe that my power is connected with my home, so on the one hand, having such limits at the moment might be changed in time as I get accustomed to this plane, or perhaps this is the extent of my power while I am here. But, the good news I suppose is that I still have some power, meaning some connection still exists between ourselves and our homes. Meaning, it is safe to assume that we can find some way back."

Theo would tilt his head some as Matty climbed up, watching him go. "Vorgies is a new term for me," he mumbled, deciding to ask later as he perked up his ears to listen to his report. He stood near the base of the tree as he pulled out the map to look over the symbols again. The symbol of the Shimmerwood was that of a very large tree. Perhaps the center, or perhaps the large tree Matty can see. It wasn't quite the same as what he thought was the symbol of the town near to the symbol of the large tree in that direction. Maybe they were the same, maybe not. He looked up on the map, Seeing there was indeed the marking of a mountain a little distance away from the forest. That at least confirmed the direction of the map as he started to fold it up. "I think that could be the town, or it could be some civilization within these woods. Either way it's probably our best bet. Good job up there," he called up to his fellow demi wolf.

Matty was quick to clamber down, jumping back to the ground once he was clear of branches and not too high for him to hurt himself. He brushed himself down, clearing the bits of twigs and leaves off of himself. "We've got woods like this... well, normal trees like these, anyway, back where I'm from, but that crazy magic mountain? That's something new to me, but I don't know what your world is like... maybe there's parts of both of our world mixed together out here... God, I wish I paid more attention to Arcane Theory in the academy..." Matty murmured, shaking his head before taking off again, once more in the direction of the lonely tree he had seen.

"So... you're some kind of wolf, like me... that's another thing we seem to have in common" Matty observed. "Don't really know any that are as white as you though, to be honest" Matty said, looking Theo up and down.

Theo watched him climbing down, quite skillfully it seemed. Were Theo the one to climb up a tree, he would have preferred to simply float up to the top, though he wasn't sure if he even could as he was for now. "This world might have similarities, but I can't recall such a mountain with such weather where I am from either. But, perhaps that is just the magic of this world coalescing there. Perhaps it would be a good place to venture next, after we examine this large tree you saw," he said with a flick of his tail, noticing Matty looking over him.

"Well I don't get a lot of sun cooped up in a castle all day... oh you meant the hair and tail," he paused for a moment to shake some bangs out of his bright eyes. "It's a side effect of the magic actually. Though since the magic has passed through my family for quite some time, it might also just be our natural color now. In any case, it is certainly not a sign of elder enfeeblement. I'd say we're probably about the same age. I've learned my magic through books, a little from parents, but they enjoyed letting me struggle on my own. How about you? Athletic skills could be trained on your own, but, did you mention an academy just now? What sort of teachings is there? Also I'm still curious about that 'vorgies' thing you mentioned, is that something taught at that academy as well?"

Matty patiently listened, for a change, to Theo as the pair of them trudged through the forest, the outskirts almost clear through the trees. "Furchester? It's one of the top universities in the world that caters to... let's say, the potential, of... non-humans, like myself" Matty explained. "They don't exactly teach you how to do magic, more how to control magic, because not everyone can... but there's also stuff on like, our inner animal instincts, natural prowess and things like that, alongside the usual, you know... English, Maths and Sciences, and all that stuff... me? I dabbled in Dramatics, as well as Athletics and Music... let's just say, if this world is as fantastical as I hope, I think being a bard will be the best choice for me"

When Theo questioned about vorgies, the first positive, almost mischievous grin crept across Matty's face, like somebody who had delighted in the question. "Vorgies are... very much a carnal activity... It'd be hard for just the two of us to have one, but I'm sure we could manage" Matty said, and finally touched Theo for the first time; He put his arm around Theo's shoulders as they walked, grin still on his face. "As long as you're open minded and not too much of a prude, you'll love a good vorgy... I tell you what, once we're all settled in wherever this Shimmerwood settlement is, I'll give you a... taster, if you will" Matty said, snickering to himself at his own joke.

Theo in turn listened closely as well. He was intrigued by this world Matty had come from. Something like that, proven by his existence was a whole world of learning Theo could experience. Matty didn't seem like he was quite the most studious, but it seemed he had been given a good education none the less, with plenty of room given to grow and experience many things. "A bard hmm? I guess we'll have to see if we can find you an instrument for that pick of yours," he said, nodding his head, then quieting again as he spoke once more. "I would be most grateful to receive a... taster," he said, flicking his tail.

He didn't shy away from the arm around him, and was actually rather glad for it in the moment. It was further proof that this was no hallucination, to feel physical touch without his instigation. "Hopefully this settlement will be welcoming, and perhaps hold some answers for us as well. And maybe a few others that would want to participate in your activity," he said, the last with a grin of his own, leaning his side against the fellow demi wolf's for a moment.

Matty gave a laugh at this. "Here's hoping... we can call it 'dimensional relations' or something" Matty said with a chuckle, clearly amused by Theo's naiveté of his favorite pastime. With a wide smirk on Matty's face, the pair would eventually break out of the woods, and into the rolling hills that lay around it. Atop the hill not far away was the lone, strong-standing tree that Matty had seen from the tree-tops. He withdrew his arm, not unkindly though, as they had a better vision of their surroundings.

"So, if we're right, or lucky, the actual Shimmerwood settlement should be over the hill, past that tree" Matty remarked.

Theo smiled at the sound of Matty's laughter. "Sure sure, I wonder if we'll be able to keep in touch after all this," he mused, but that was something to think about another time. He looked on at the huge tree dominating the hills rolling towards the forest. "Right..." he murmured, starting their walk again, slower as they had to navigate the hills before them, though eventually, they would start to see many markings in the tree, unnatural shapes amongst the soaring branches thicker than trees on the ground, and as they neared the colossal base of the tree, the shadow of the boughs above the clouds blanketing over them, they would begin to realize that the settlement was not beyond the tree.

It was a city within the tree! Even as they approached, they could see guards standing before a massive 'door' in the base of the tree, an alcove allowing access within. Wearing a strange wooden armor, and bearing similarly wooden weapons, that still seemed quite sharp nonetheless, a pair of guards with strikingly classical elvish looks slowly lowered their spears, non-aggressively but in a ready stance. "Who are you beings? What brings you to the Kingdom of GreatTree?"

"...well, I can honestly say, that wasn't what I was expecting" Matty remarked to Theo, gesturing to the colossal tree-bound civilization. "Funny, didn't seem so huge back in the forest" Matty remarked, before shrugging. "So it seems like some kind of magic runs through the landscape as well, or something... at least, there's no trees like THAT back home, only in stories" Matty told Theo, having not yet turned his attentions to the guards before them.

At that, however, he turned his attention to the guards. "Uh, hey, yeah, so... well, this might sound a little crazy, but we kind of just... fell out of the sky, no idea where we are or what this place is... don't suppose you could, uh, let us in? We're not armed or anything... we just kinda want to find some answers, and maybe just get ourselves together" Matty told them, seemingly unconcerned by the truth of their arrival being told about.

Theo nodded his head as well as Matty spoke, having the same sentiments. "I've never seen such a tree either, though I have not ventured far. There are probably some elvish places that could rival this tree, but I've never been to them."

He stayed quiet as Matty spoke with the guards, who in turn looked at one another, then brought their weapons back to pointing up, relaxed. "Ahh! We saw the summoning storm, you must be the new arrivals then. Come with us, the King will want to meet with you," they said, one stepping ahead through the giant arch into the tree, another waiting for the pair to enter to follow behind. Once settled into line, they pair of them were led inside, to the vast hollowed out area within, though the tree was so big that it clearly still had plenty of support despite some of the base being hollowed out. They were led to what looked like a pond with a giant lilypad on it. After standing for a moment, the sound of water gushing arose from below, with a slight pressure on their feet before the lilypad began to rise up like an elevator through the column of the tree, heading for the top.

"Summoning storm?" Matty questioned, cocking his head a little. "Well... sounds like this isn't exactly a unique event in this world then" Matty told Theo. "So... maybe there's more people from your world or mine here, somewhere... maybe this King might know something about all of this" Matty concluded. "...I'm not stealing your thunder by making all the deductions, am I?" Matty asked with a smirk as they headed inside the tree, following the guards into the great cavern at the base of the tree.

Once they were ushered onto the lilypad, Matty looked around for a moment. "So, uh... something meant to happen, or—" He began, before the lilypad shook and they were suddenly rising. "Holy shit!" Matty exclaimed in surprise, steadying himself as he looked down, and then upwards at their upcoming destination. "...this is some Elder Scrolls level shit..." He murmured.


A demi-wolf, indicating that he has both human and wolf-like characteristics. His fur and tail are notably white, which stands out against his bright eyes. This unusual coloration is side effect of the magic in his family lineage. He comes across as quite knowledgeable and composed, often chuckling dryly at questions or remarks from Matty. Despite being somewhat reserved, he shows no signs of shyness or discomfort when engaging in physical contact or discussing intimate topics like 'vorgies'. His curiosity about Matty's world hints at an open-mindedness and thirst for knowledge. Theo is overall a magical demi-wolf with a calm demeanor and an inquisitive mind.

"Summoning storm?" Matty questioned, cocking his head a little. "Well... sounds like this isn't exactly a unique event in this world then" Matty told Theo. "So... maybe there's more people from your world or mine here, somewhere... maybe this King might know something about all of this" Matty concluded. "...I'm not stealing your thunder by making all the deductions, am I?" Matty asked with a smirk as they headed inside the tree, following the guards into the great cavern at the base of the tree.

Once they were ushered onto the lilypad, Matty looked around for a moment. "So, uh... something meant to happen, or—" He began, before the lilypad shook and they were suddenly rising. "Holy shit!" Matty exclaimed in surprise, steadying himself as he looked down, and then upwards at their upcoming destination. "...this is some Elder Scrolls level shit..." He murmured.

The white demi wolf chuckled at Matty's little smirk, and reached over, rather playfully rubbing behind his ears for a few seconds. "I'm glad you can keep up," he said, returning the smirk with one of his own. "We'll have to wait and-" he began, then lurched slightly as the lilypad beneath them jostled and began to rise, not having expected that either. They rose higher and higher, for minutes on end, the towering column of water below lifting them up. There was a view across the hollow where there were some "windows" cut through to show they were soaring above the ground now. Then there was a brief moment of darkness before the lilypad finally seemed to settle, and before them were hollowed out halls of wood, somewhere deep within up way up the tree.

The guards opened what looked like safety gates, escorted them onto the solid floor, then closed the gates. The lilypad began to slowly descend down out of sight, leaving a large hole. The guards then escorted them upwards, and through a door, and then began a winding spiraling staircase through the trunk leading even further and further up, through many halls and passing by many doors, until at last coming before another pair of guards before a much more regal looking arch, decorated in banners and gems studded into the wood. Through this archway was a long carpet leading up to a throne, where a clearly royal figure sat, awaiting their introduction.


A powerful witch who has embraced dark magic, causing her appearance to become twisted and sinister. Half of her body has been transformed into a vessel for this dark power. She is driven by anger and revenge, making her ruthless and unyielding in her actions. Her personality is cold and dominating, showing no empathy or compassion towards others, even when it comes to innocent lives.

"Take the rest away!" Alanna ordered her followers without a clear answer. Other women except Katrina were dragged across the room like worthless sacks. Their cries kept breezing until the bandits moved them out. Concerning noises of their fine clothing getting torn into pieces rang in the halls. After all the merciless killing, the lowly bandits now sounded to have a good time. Still breathing women of the keep became their war trophies. Constant pleading and screams reflected their unpleasant fate. Most of them ended up on top of a brigand's cock.

In the meantime, the witch grabbed a fistful of Katrina's well-groomed hair. "Monster?" She dragged the girl on the cold floor. "Magic is evil. It's monstrosity! This is what they told me, why I'm banished." Alanna sat the princess' chin on the throne. "Now you're surprised?" The angered witch raised the girl's head up, only to bang it back into the seat.

Katrina watched the people of the castle dragged away. Servants, maids. Some of them she considered friends. This was awful, terrible. How could this have happened? As the witch grabbed her hair and pulled her, she screamed in pain. she winced as she was pushed down her head banging into the seat. The chains were heavy and made it hard to fight, or even to help herself keep any semblance of control over her movement.

"Ahh... Goddess!" she exclaimed. Then she turned to look over her shoulder at the witch. "Alanna... I know you're angry, I would be too. But if you're angry with father... with me even, then why punish the innocent? these people.." she nodded her heading the direction where the castle staff had been dragged away. "They've done nothing to you. Please let them go! there is no need to add suffering to innocents."

Maybe only half of her body was hers now, as the witch lost the other half which became a vessel for dark magic. Something she had to embrace many years ago, when she took an oath for revenge. Anger was pretty much the only emotion she could channel now. The woman whom Katrina tried to reason with, she was no longer the same girl she once knew. Back then, she was about the same age as the princess today.

Yanking on her fiery hair, Alanna tilted the woman's head up so that she could look down at her pretty face. "War finds innocent as much as it finds the guilty, Princess." The witch pulled the young princess back, dropping the girl on her back. Where her little hands and feet were restrained from behind with a pair of connected shackles like that, it must have been an uncomfortable position too. "You don't worry about the rabbit when you hunt it, do you?" In her eyes, the bandits had the right to claim the residents of the keep as a trophy.

Funnily, while she talked about innocence, the princess didn't look the part, at all. While in such a teasing outfit, it was hard to. It didn't matter if it was unintentional. Alanna sunk to her knees next to the princess. "Besides, you talk of innocence?" To emphasize Katrina's sinful looks, she placed one hand on the girl's flat belly. Her fingers brushed the texture of her corset, slowly drifting up her body and finally cupping one of her firm breasts which looked like they were about to pop from their tight confinement. "Did I interrupt something?" She asked meaningfully as her cold fingers wandered around the girl's fine form.

"Don't be ridiculous." Katrina hissed. "There was a state function, I'm sure you can remember how it goes. Fancy dresses and dancing, and everyone done up to the nines. You think I'd wear my hunting leathers under fifty gold Regals worth of silk and lace? All the girls wear undergarment's like this, and the only reason your guards caught me like this was because that's then the bloody well attacked. I was just getting changed!"

Katrina glared, and then winced at the uncomfortable position she was in. "What are your intentions?" she said, "I'm not dead, so you must feel you have some use for me, I'm not sure what you hope to achieve."

As far as Alanna was concerned, this was the perfect analogy for the women of royalty. Haughty sluts under the wide dresses they loved so much to wear. Grandiose balls, fancy dresses and posh chatters in gardens were deeply buried in the past for the witch. Even back in the day, albeit being in the council, she was never truly royalty. And she definitely didn't have a maiden attending her, helping her with laces of a corset.

Against the princess' little outburst Alanna kept it quiet, not caring much for Katrina's dress code the bold princess was most likely forced to follow. "Oh, I have many uses for you." Alanna slipped one of her cold hands under the redhead's corset. The piece was just as tight as it looked around the girl's gorgeous chest. The witch could hardly make some space under it for her hand to cup a firm breast. "Here's one!" Alanna exclaimed.

Pulling her hand out of that tight place, the witch rolled the girl to her side. She firmly closed her hand around the longitudinal chain that linked the two sets of shackles. The chain began to heat up with the witch's touch, glowing in an orange hue, and breaking off shortly after. With that, Alanna rose to her feet, grabbing a fistful of copper hair. She dragged the charming princess across the floor until she spotted a large wooden table.

"Up!" She demanded. Pulling the girl from her hair, Alanna bent the girl over the table.

Katrina gasped in horror as the witch pushed her chilled hand into her undergarments. "Ugh..." she winced and looked away as the woman groped her breast.

"You're disgusting." Katrina spat. But she was silenced by the sudden and blatant use of magic. There it was real magic. She knew it existed, she'd seen tiny glamours cast by faeries, and she'd seen an illusionist conjure flowers and sparkles in the air on a trip to the Duchy of Dranmoore where magic was more accepted. But this was control of the elements, and it brought Katrina up short.

She didn't struggle as she was pulled to the table and bent over it. Against the dark arts, what could she do except bide her time and hope an opportunity presented itself to win her freedom? Then she'd show the witch the power of an ash shaft and a steel arrowhead.

While her minions were busy attending the rest of the residents of the castle, Alanna had trained her eyes on the grand price. She doubted that she was alone in her desire to explore the tempting curves of the princess, although she was the only person who was both bold and powerful enough to accomplish such an enticing task. Unlike the boys who dreamed about the girl though, it wasn't really affection or love that fueled her ill intentions on the princess, but the things she represented.

"Disgusting?" The witch repeated the young woman's words. "Did you think you were untouchable?" To prove her wrong, Alanna grasped her royal rear. "Above anyone else?" To emphasize her words more, her fingers tightened around the girl's cheek in a mild squeeze. "Your kingdom will fall!" The strict witch gave the round butt in her grasp a nice shake to represent the kingdom's instability under her raid.

Her chill fingers relaxed after that, and flew down the pleasing curve of the girl's firm bottom. "And when there is no kingdom to be the princess of, I'll give you a new role at my feet." Alanna tucked one delicate finger under one of the tight straps that supported Katrina's fine stocking, stretching it out as far as the material allowed.

"Got it, kitten?" The witch snapped the strained strap back against the redhead's soft thigh.


A young and beautiful princess with well-groomed, copper hair. She has a strong and bold personality, unafraid to speak her mind even in the face of danger. Despite her privileged upbringing, she shows concern for the innocent people around her and tries to reason with those who threaten them. Her determination and resilience are evident as she looks for opportunities to fight back against her captors.

Katrina gasped in horror as the witch pushed her chilled hand into her undergarments. "Ugh..." she winced and looked away as the woman groped her breast.

"You're disgusting." Katrina spat. But she was silenced by the sudden and blatant use of magic. There it was real magic. She knew it existed, she'd seen tiny glamours cast by faeries, and she'd seen an illusionist conjure flowers and sparkles in the air on a trip to the Duchy of Dranmoore where magic was more accepted. But this was control of the elements, and it brought Katrina up short.

She didn't struggle as she was pulled to the table and bent over it. Against the dark arts, what could she do except bide her time and hope an opportunity presented itself to win her freedom? Then she'd show the witch the power of an ash shaft and a steel arrowhead.


A tall man, standing at 6'1", with long dark hair and brown eyes. He has a somewhat snobbish looking nose and a grin that reveals pearly white teeth. His physical attractiveness belies his volatile personality; he alternates between violent aggression and disturbing tenderness, suggesting possible instability or multiple personalities. He's manipulative, using both threats and compliments to control Adella. Despite his cruel actions, there are moments when he displays regret or discomfort in causing harm, hinting at some internal conflict. However, these brief instances of remorse do not prevent him from maintaining his threatening demeanor or pursuing his harmful intentions.

"Yeah, like I could just let you go home to Papa? You know how fast I would die?" Danny asked, having noticed the cut on her lip by now. "Come here." He told her, coming close to her again. Once he'd approached his pants, he pulled out a small plastic wrapped pack of fresh tissues, from which he produced a bundle of them. "I've made this decision now and one of us is gonna have to die before this situation changes." He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. He shuffled up beside her and pressed the tissues gently against the cut on her lip. "I'm not gonna let you bleed any more. I've hurt you enough as it is." He said, some regret being audible in his voice as he tried his best to be kinder to the young woman.

He gently wiped away at the blood, looking at her purple eyes as he did. "You... Have really beautiful eyes." He told her, looking away from her eyes for a second. Deep down, he wasn't exactly that confident, especially in the presence of such a gorgeous woman. "And for the record. I don't think you need to lose weight, either..." He muttered, still holding the tissue to her busted lip.

What the fuck was happening? What the fuck was happening?! It's like he did a complete 180° and switched personalities. Dabbing the cut on her lip, suddenly changing his mind about her weight, suddenly concerned about the consequences of his actions?! Where was this guy five minutes ago when he had his cock shoved down her throat?! For once she was speechless. No words would leave her lips. Adella just couldn't understand it. So she slowly started to dissect his words while letting him care for the cut on her lip, as it seemed to comfort him, and completely disregarded his compliments again, knowing they were just the ramblings of a mad man.

"How fast you would die? About as fast as you attacking me, abducting me and then violating me. How long have you planned this? Why have you planned this? What did you expect from this entire interaction?!" The stranger was acting so shy now, looking down as she started at him. What could make a man do something this crazy?! And then another thing that disturbed her!

"Oh! And let's not forget your wife comment as you broke a promise that I could go home after you fucked my mouth like a common whore! So come on! I am just fucking DYING to know what your thought process behind all of this was! I have no intention of telling my father anything that happened here today, because I want to forget all about it and forget about YOU." She huffed, her usual melodious and calm voice raw from screaming and his rough thrusting.

Deciding that she didn't want him touching her anymore, she jerked her head away and got off the bed, dragging the blanket with her and then looked to the bed, seeing a wet spot where she was sitting. Only a tiny patch, but evidence that at one point, she was aroused, making her face flush from anger and embarrassment as she went to stand in the furthest corner from him.

"Uh, I mean... I'm kinda desperate? And you're sexy, plus. If I get bored of you I can just ransom you, but I don't think I'll do that. I think you'll actually like it here a lot." Danny shrugged, then laughed as she got up and ran away to the corner, seeing the little wet spot where she was sat. "My God, you are kind of a whore aren't you? I mean, I know for sure you're a virgin, but like... Firstly, you suck a good cock, and second, you were literally turned on by that." He grinned, walking over to the corner where she had hidden herself. "Don't scream any more, we wouldn't want you to tire out that beautiful voice of yours, would we?" He asked, yanking away the blanket roughly and tossing it aside, leaving her exposed once again. He looked down at her, his 6'1 frame towering over her as he did.

He leaned in closely to her and let his lips brush against hers, then he pushed her hard against the wall and kissed her roughly, wondering if he could get her turned on once again by being the same level of rough as he was before with her.

It's like he was determined to die. Every word he said just made Adella angrier and angrier. "Just let me go! Come on! I'll give you money, just let me go!" Adella cried out before he moved closer to her, fear instantly making her move backwards. He seemed calm now, but the marks and aches on her body proved otherwise. She wasn't a fucking whore. He was a lunatic. When he mentioned screaming, she shook her head and looked up at him beneath her long lashes, crying out softly when he yanked the blanket away from her.

She didn't want to be naked anymore! Ready to grab the blanket again, she gasped when he kissed her, her mouth open wide, then yelped softly when he slammed her exhausted body against the wall and kissed her deeper. She started to try and squirm away from him against the wall, making herself as small as possible. But she was tired of being a victim. He had no right to treat anybody like this, let alone her! So she bit his bottom lip and pushed against him with all her might, growling. "You have no right to treat me like this! Who are you?!" Adella panted angrily and looked up at him, her fury rolling off her like waves.

"Stop fucking squirming, cunt." Danny growled, through gritted teeth, his expression changing to one of anger, almost rage. "What did I fucking tell you about biting?" He told her, balling his hands into fists and raising his dominant fist above his head. "I'm fucking Danny. You didn't even know my name until now. That's the best bit. Imagine getting violated, on camera, no less, by a complete stranger?" He grinned, revealing that he'd been recording the entire incident.

"And honestly. I could send this to your darling Papa right now. But what would he think of dearest Adella, if he saw her panting like a whore, begging for a big cock on camera?" He asked, rubbing his chin again, his long, dark hair falling down to his face as he leaned over her. He reached up, combing it back with his fingers, the light now finally, properly revealing his brown eyes, his perfect, somewhat snobby looking nose and his pearly white grin.

"Now, there is a way we can make sure Papa never sees this video!" He explained, almost like a ruthless businessman would sell his product to unsuspecting people. "You fuck me, right now. Let me take your virginity. And I swear, nobody will see that video. I will take that camera right in front of you and smash it. In fact, what the hell. You can do it yourself." He smiled, putting his thumb and forefinger beneath Adella's chin and raising her face to look into his eyes.

Adella tried to stand her ground when he growled at her, meeting his glare with her own, but then he raised his fist and she flinched instinctively, and she hated it. Hated that she feared him. At least now she had a name to curse, but then her heart broke. She knew it. Adella knew he had fucking cameras. A sob tore through her lips when he made her look up at his brown eyes by force, her wide ones filled with tears.

Her options were being disowned or give him her virginity. His wide grin made her feel helpless and like prey being hunted, so she swallowed hard before clearing her throat, looking down at the ground even though he kept hold of her chin. "I... I can't. I really can't. I want to save it for my husband. I'll suck your cock again, or something else. I don't know. But my father can't see that video. He'll... he'll disown me. Please, I'm in so much pain." She looked up at him, her bottom lip trembling slightly. All the fight had left her body after he threatened her with the video, knowing if she pushed him, Danny would do it without a second thought. Maybe if she made herself look pathetic, he'd pity her, so Adella put on her saddest face, letting her pain show on her face.

"Get on your knees and beg. Now." Danny told her, letting go of her tear covered face. "You're pathetic, you know that?" He taunted. "And while you're down there, you'd better really beg." He demanded, pushing her down onto her knees with force. "You're not gonna have a husband. Other than me, you're not leaving! I'm not fucking stupid!" He shouted, slapping her in the face.

"Stop fucking crying. Wipe your tears, now." He growled. "I've been too lenient, by all means. Maybe I should just chain you down again and fuck you anyway." He grunted. "I know you'd fucking love it. You were loving sucking my cock. Admit it. I might just go easy on you." Danny taunted her, looking down at the pretty, but busted up face that he had caused.

"Just remember, I can ruin your life in more than one way if I really wanted to. But, because I like you, I want reasons to be kind. Real reasons, not shit like 'Because I'm hurt!' either." He suddenly moved his hand and gripped her throat tightly, and began to squeeze it gently, choking her a little bit, but not so much that it would hurt her. "You can still speak. I'm not killing you, don't give me that, before you even start."

God DAMN it! Adella cried out as he forced her on her knees, her body crying out in pain. Adella didn't know what she did to be in this situation, but she must have been a real piece of shit in a past life. Once again, he confused her, which wasn't new at this point, unfortunately. One minute, black mailing her, the next talking about using her as a ransom, and then the next talking about some bullshit about marrying her. She considered her options before he grabbed her throat, making her look up at him, a nasty look on her face.

Adella was tired of him taunting her, teasing her, degrading her and making her confused. "Oh. I'm so lucky to have sucked your huge, giant cock. I am the luckiest girl in the history of girls." She spoke sarcastically, her eyes looking up at him as if he was an annoying fly. His hand around her throat spiked her blood with fear, but she's taken more pain than she thought she could, so why not press more buttons? "So which personality is this one, Split?" She referenced a popular horror movie, baring her teeth at him in a primal show of anger.

"Just what do you think this fucking is?" Danny growled, pushing her down onto the ground, using his hand which was gripped around her throat to make it that bit easier for him to do. Once she was laid on her back, he sat on her stomach and leaned over her, placing his other hand around her throat. He winced a little as he began to strangle her, his grip tightening around her throat. He looked down at her, where she had once been speaking in defiance of him. "Let me make this clear. This isn't a holiday trip. You do not decide what the fuck I do to you and when I do it. In fact, you have no fucking choice in the matter whatsoever. After this, you don't eat for three days." He growled again, baring his own teeth at her, showing that he wasn't playing any games with her.

"You will do as I fucking say. Your life is entirely mine. Nobody will find you out here, seriously, and even if you run..." He paused. "Well, you won't run. But you won't get far anyway. And if I catch you, I promise I'll take time making your death as excruciating and humiliating as possible." He snarled, use grip tightening even further, to the point where even he thought that he might accidentally kill her if he kept it up too much longer.

"Now, are we on the same page here? Blink twice for yes, blink once for no." He said, knowing she wouldn't be able to talk very well with his iron grip on her throat.

Adella could barely concentrate on his words as she struggled for breath, her back arching off the ground and writhing beneath him before she punched him in the face with all her strength, coughing and gasping for air as black dots danced in her vision. She needed to run. Self preservation kicked in again, and though she couldn't get to her feet, she crawled away from him as fast as possible, coughing as she still felt his iron grip around her throat.

He was going to kill her! She knew the door was locked, but where was his pants. Maybe the key was in there? A quick glance around, and she couldn't find them, and Adella knew she wouldn't have enough time to make it out now, so she crawled into a corner and held a hand to her throat, the realization that she could actually die kicking in.

He was unstable. How could someone so attractive be so batshit crazy? What kind of universe was this?! Seeing him rise slowly, she held her hands out to him, a sign she meant no harm as she remained curled up in the corner. "P-please! You forced me! You were going to kill me. Dyllan, please. Let's talk. W-we'll calm down and think and we'll come to an agreement, ok Dyllan? We can be friends, can't we?" Adella spoke softly and slowly, even though her throat was killing her, hoping that using his name would break through his rage. She even offered a small, friendly smile, disguising her panic.

Adella will admit, hitting him in the face wasn't the smartest thing she's ever done, but she didn't realize just how unstable he was. He seemed to keep flip flopping between ideas, truly like different personalities within one man. A different kind of fear entered her. Before, she was only scared of the pain he would inflict or her father seeing the tape, but now she feared for her life.

As the fist connected with his face, Danny grunted, watching her crawl away into the corner. "Scurrying away like a fucking roach again are we?" He grunted, getting to his feet to advance on her once again. He heard her talk again and saw her hands fly out defensively in front of her. "That's not even my name. Dyllan? I don't even know anybody by that name." He told her, the confusion both being worn on his face, and audible in his voice. "You're thinking of Danny. Danny!! Or maybe you're just too dumb to be able to fucking hear?" He sighed, holding his hand up to cover the top half of his face, as if dealing with a silly child.

"Right, here, now. Just apologize for hitting me in the face. Tell me you know this isn't a joke. And most of all, say my fucking name." He told her, his brown eyes staring deep into hers from across the room as he waited for her to come to him. "I have the courtesy to know and use your name, you can have the same for me. I thought you'd have been raised better than that." He smirked, taunting her once again.

Danny fully intended on breaking her, he deeply hated these rich girls with the better than you attitude, and she had it in droves, which just pissed him off more and more, regardless of her blatant and continued defiance of his orders.


A 22 years old woman who possesses an attractive physique, including large breasts and long lashes. Her eyes are notably wide, which often reflect her fear or defiance. She has a melodious and calm voice that becomes raw due to the physical strain she endures. Despite her dire situation, Adella exhibits resilience, defiance and quick thinking; she is not one to give up easily. She's also capable of sarcasm even under duress, indicating a strong personality and sharp wit. However, her privileged background suggests she may have been sheltered from harsh realities prior to these events.

As the fist connected with his face, Danny grunted, watching her crawl away into the corner. "Scurrying away like a fucking roach again are we?" He grunted, getting to his feet to advance on her once again. He heard her talk again and saw her hands fly out defensively in front of her. "That's not even my name. Dyllan? I don't even know anybody by that name." He told her, the confusion both being worn on his face, and audible in his voice. "You're thinking of Danny. Danny!! Or maybe you're just too dumb to be able to fucking hear?" He sighed, holding his hand up to cover the top half of his face, as if dealing with a silly child.

"Right, here, now. Just apologize for hitting me in the face. Tell me you know this isn't a joke. And most of all, say my fucking name." He told her, his brown eyes staring deep into hers from across the room as he waited for her to come to him. "I have the courtesy to know and use your name, you can have the same for me. I thought you'd have been raised better than that." He smirked, taunting her once again.

Danny fully intended on breaking her, he deeply hated these rich girls with the better than you attitude, and she had it in droves, which just pissed him off more and more, regardless of her blatant and continued defiance of his orders.

"You're completely right. A hundred percent. And I'm so so sorry, Danny. It's been a hard day on the both of us." Adella murmured softly, standing up slowly and still not breaking eye contact with his brown eyes. She continued to talk softly and slowly began to walk toward him. "I realize it's not a joke, I know you're being serious. I just... I'm just confused. I don't know what's happening, Danny. You really scare me." Adella stopped just in front of him and swallowed her pride, lowering her head in a sign of submission. She had to play along. She had to. Adella kept repeating it to herself as she looked down at the floor past her large breasts.

She didn't know how yet, but she was going to get out of this, and welcome her father's over protective arms happily. Every joint in her body ached, and her throat was killing her, but she had to keep him talking. If she kept him talking, it'd keep him occupied. Seeing that it was now sunset, she looked up at him and held her hand out slowly, being sure not to make any sudden movements, approaching him like a wounded animal.

"How about we rest tonight and see if we can't come to a comprise tomorrow. You can lock me in here, you know I can't escape, so you'll have no worries about me running away. Does that sound OK to you, Danny?"


A blonde woman with an attractive body, including large, fake breasts. She often dresses in revealing and provocative clothing. Her personality is promiscuous, vapid, and highly focused on her sexual appeal. She relies on her physical appearance to attract men and enjoys engaging in sexually explicit activities while acting like a total slut.

Anya mostly ignored the comment, thankfully for Carlos it was mostly lost on her, she was too worried about the sexual endeavor before her to concern herself with anything else (as was usually the case with the horny blonde!) Quickly, she found herself on her knees with his crotch right in her face, she reached for it and started to rub it though his pants. While she did that the skanky white girl looked up at him with a lust grin as she got herself into position. First, she made sure he got a great view of her giant, fake (and expensive!) fake breasts by looking straight down. Then, she stuck her butt out and wiggled it a bit, but made sure to keep it in a spot where he could easily see it, she did this by arching the small of her back quite a bit. Anya wasn't great a blow jobs (or sex, or anything really!) she relied on being a blonde, having a great body and wearing slutty clothes to get men off... and acting like a total slut of course... she left the more skilled and passionate love to those smarter and less vapid than her!

Once in position she looked up at him again, "Mmmm... ready? I bet you have a huge cock huh?" she giggled as she set about retrieving it from his shorts with wide and lustful blue eyes.

Carlos stare at her eyes was simply one of such intense lust that it even mirrored her own, such uncommon trait for anyone that she happened to prey upon! The young man smiled dumbly as he could not believe his luck—she looked way better than the most gorgeous pornstar he had loved to wack his length on. Perhaps even more than Momma. He smiled with pride as his hardness grow swollen and fat under his shorts, even more as she started to produce it with a glimmer of nice expectation on her hungry, cougary eyes. "Yo gonna love it!", he told her.

"Momma did.", he told his lovely slut as he presented her with a thick, hard and long young cock, throbbing with excitement, the greasy, bulbous head dangling right before her face. He giggled as he used it to slap at her white, harlotsy cheeks.

"Oh? Uhmm... okay?" the blonde rolled her bright blue eyes and let out a slight giggle as she lowered her hand and licked it before wrapping it around his giant thick cock. Looking up at him then Anya began to slide her hand back and forth on, staying on her hands and knees and keeping her plump wide bottom (of which the catsuit she was wearing over it left little to the imagination) swaying slowly back and forth. Anya then looked exclusively down at the cock, jerking it off for another moment or two until she was sure it was full size.

Then, she repositioned herself for bit but ended up basically in the same position, with her plump bottom still visible along with her breasts. She leaned forward and wrapped her full lips around the head of the black cock and sucked, creating some suction before she began to slide her mouth back and forth on it, looking up at him on occasion with bright eyes.

Carlos had gasped gently as she stroked him slowly to bring him to full and complete hardness almost at once. He had a hand with thick fingers gently caressing her blonde hair, making it curl under his petting as he was rather quite gentle with his handling of her for the time being. After all, the girl was willingly on her knees before him, sucking onto him, waving her rear like if she was a little kitten nursing for her milk. A milk he would most eagerly deliver!

She started to finally put some real, tight effort on her sucking in a way she had the boy moaning loudly, his hand coming to caress her some more curiously as he felt her taking his tip and down a little more, but never all the way, his eyes staring down at hers, his chest filled with pride and power.

The vapid whore kept sucking, sliding her head back and forth on the thick cock, adding plenty of her slick spit to it as she did do, it was slimy and wet in no time. She continued to wiggle her slutty butt and pop it up and down a bit, her hands grabbed his sides as she kept on giving him the best blow job she could, her tongue tickling the edge of his cock.

She had a good technique, Carlos'd give her that. One that his Momma had used on him so many times before, soaking him into her spit and drool so that he would grow terribly moist up to slide easily into her. Perhaps this little white slut was doing the very same thing. He moaned gently, his hand gripping at her hair more tightly and more demandingly, moving her head up and down along his girth in a way only he could do.

The trashy white whore kept her blonde head sliding back and forth, she lifted her butt up now and got on her hands and knees. Her plump bottom arched up into the air as the small of her back pushed down and still it swayed back and forth as the skank administered her sloppy wet blow job on the giant black cock. She was making herself wet thinking about this beastly black man's cock invading her supple body... the slutty catsuit she was wearing was soaked in between her legs at this point!

Young Carlos trembled. His huge cock felt so nice under her attentions, her evey kiss and slurp making him wave the meaty piece around as he shivered. His eyes stared at her waving behind as he allowed her to keep on sucking him. "I'm so gonna fuck you ass, Momma.", he told her as he took his cock from her mouth to slap it against her face in a demeaning way, marking her and smearing her as his as she would not escape his plowing.

Anya "chased" the cock around with her wide open mouth and slutty grin upon her even sluttier face, trying to slurp the cock back up so that she could make this poor idiot blow his load in her! Her tongue darted about and tried to tag the cock as she moved her neck around and giggled. Once she caught it again she doubled her efforts... more of everything must be better she figured! Her bottom swayed more, and she started to slide her head back and forth faster on his cock.

Carlos giggled loudly at her utter display of lust and desire—the way she so sought his hardness with her open mouth, trying to catch him back and take that fat, dark sausage deep into her throat until the point she would either gag on it, or start crying if he denied her her silencer as it would happen with a young child. He took her lollipop and allowed her to take it back—his hands coming to the back of her neck and making him shove it all the way down her throat, his member so thick it closed up her windpipe as he crushed his way though.

The skanky blonde's plump bubble butt lifted up into the air a bit, "Mmm!?" It wiggled still of course, even though she was fearing for her safety the white bimbo seemed to be genetically disposed to trying to be slutty and sexy even under such circumstances after all! "MMMmmM!" she reached up with both hands as if unsure what to do as the black man pounded away at the back of her throat, she was still on her knees and still letting him do what he wanted with her for the most part, though she had gone somewhat rigid and seemed to be just waiting for him to either go in her mouth, or at least let go of her head! Her eyes shut tight for a moment but then looked up at him, wide and bright.

Her moans and feeble attempt to words made the young man even more savage with his movements, his pumping shaking the bitch's whole body as he kept bashing deep against the back of her mouth. "Oooh Yeahh...", he groaned tall and loud for all and anyone to hear as he held her face in place, staring into her eyes, noticing that there was nothing but the most severe and complete lust into her gaze. He should try to hold down this whore! The other boys would love a willingly white harlot.

It was fairly obvious that Anya would have been easy to "hold down", and in fact she might actually enjoy it considering how slutty she was and how seemingly hungry for cock she had showed herself to be. For now, she simply continued to suck the cock in her mouth, using her tongue, and sliding back and forth as her lips massaged the dark flesh.


A young man with a large, thick member. He displays an intense lust during sexual encounters and has a dominant personality. He enjoys being in control and can be aggressive in asserting his dominance over his partners. He has some experience with sex, and he compares Anya to other women he's been with before.

Her moans and feeble attempt to words made the young man even more savage with his movements, his pumping shaking the bitch's whole body as he kept bashing deep against the back of her mouth. "Oooh Yeahh...", he groaned tall and loud for all and anyone to hear as he held her face in place, staring into her eyes, noticing that there was nothing but the most severe and complete lust into her gaze. He should try to hold down this whore! The other boys would love a willingly white harlot.


A dominant and confident futanari woman who enjoys taking control of her submissive partner. She has a playful and seductive personality, engaging in erotic activities with enthusiasm. Physically, Mistress Jade is tall with long and graceful fingers. She has large breasts and a large cock, being a futanari.

Mistress Jade looked with curious intent as her submissive removed her towel, letting it fall to the ground and exposing her naked figure. "Hmm~ Good girl. Now, today we will be recording the first scene of breaking in my new submissive. I will start the camera now." Without waiting around further, the tall woman stepped out of shot and tapped a few times on her phone; starting the recording with broad view of the submissive-to-be.

She stepped back into shot, the camera catching her side as she moved close to the submissive. "My name is Mistress Jade, and this young lady has offered herself to me." Mistress Jade accentuated the word 'this' by reaching her hand to grope the girl's right breast, speaking to the camera more than to the submissive.

"Go on, say it. Tell them what you have promised me~" The tall woman's tone was becoming more playful, seemingly going along with the scene. She waited a moment for the submissive to say it, and with a playful smile on her face, she motioned for the girl to kneel down before her on the floor. Jade's hands moved quickly, her long and graceful fingers undid the buttons of her skirt, and the submissive was at long last met with the sight of the domme's large cock. It was still mostly flaccid, but hung at around eight inches of length. It was clean shaven and decorated with two equally large balls. "Go ahead, touch my cock~"

Beth took a few deep breaths to calm herself as Monique started the recording, the younger woman scared and aroused in equal parts by was was about to happen. She let out a soft moan as she was groped, her hard nipple pressing into the palm of her new dominant's hand as she was asked to tell their new audience what she had agreed to do.

"I've agreed to be Mistress Jade's submissive, and obey her every whim, no matter how naughty or painful it might be." She replied as her tit was rolled a few times in the larger woman's hand before she was beckoned to her knees.

Beth and likely audience gave pause at their first real sight of her cock. So close, she could feel it radiate some warmth. She used her left hand to press it against her cheek and nuzzle it. "It's a lovely cock, Mistress, I can't wait to worship it for you." She said eagerly, starting to kiss and lick the shaft.

The futanari gave a gentle smile as the submissive started to touch her large cock, her hand moving to stroke her brown hair; still wet from her shower. Her cock responded to being touched and kissed, swelling up and growing to the girl's touch. Standing up, the cock was at least eleven proud inches.

Mistress Jade let her submissive slowly work her shaft for a minute, until she had gotten fully erect and ready. Her hand gripped at the brunette's hair, pulling her away from the shaft and towards the tip of the cock. Her free hand at the base helped move the tip of her fat cock towards her lips, wordlessly telling her to take the cock into her mouth.

Once the head of her cock slid into the submissive's mouth, Mistress Jade moved to undo her bra, letting it fall to the ground and showing off her large, soft tits.

Beth smiled as those fingers ran through her hair, sending pleasurable tingles down her spine. Despite the already large size, it seemed the white haired woman's cock had more growing to do, reaching almost a foot long before stopping. "Holy shit..." Beth muttered under her breath, feeling that beast throb against her face.

Mistress Jade relocated her to the head of her cock, those 20 year old lips spreading around the engorged cockhead with a soft sigh. She looked up and watched her friend undress more, revealing her large, pillowy breasts. Beth took that as a cue to start bobbing her head along the length, showing that she indeed did know how to handle a dick.

Lips wrapping around the tip of her member, the tall woman let out a soft moan of pleasure. The tip of her cock was the most sensitive part, after all. She guided her submissive for a while, her hand on the back of her head lightly gripping at the brown hair.

Once the saliva had moved down along the length of her member, mistress Jade moved her hand down to the brunette's throat, her long fingers showing surprising strength as she pulled her submissive to her feet and pressed their lips together. Her left hand moved to caress the lower lips with dexterous fingers.

The kiss lingered for a while before finally being broken by the futanari. "Does that work to warm you up~? Let's break you in then." Her voice was seductive and soft, a pleasant lustful, but she took care to speak loud enough that the camera's microphone would still pick it up.

She turned the submissive around, making her face the camera, one hand placed around her throat and the other sliding down her abdomen towards her pussy. Mistress Jade's breasts and the tip of her member pressed against Beth's back. Her hand touched the submissive's pussy, a index and ring finger spreading the folds open to show the pink color to the camera, while the middle finger flicked over the small clit.

After playing around another moment, the tall blonde moved her hands against Beth's back, pushing her forward and making her bend over. With her ass pointed out, mistress Jade moved the tip of her cock against to the small, wet hole in front of her, and pressed her hips forward.

Beth let herself be guided on that large cock, the beastly thing so large it felt like she could get lost on it. She didn't let any teeth touch that glorious rod, as her newly crowned Mistress had her slick the entire damn thing. The younger woman panted as she was pulled off, a tingle going to her loins as she was choke-lifted up from her knees, that right hand keeping hold of her as they kissed while she squirmed. Her movements increased as she was played with too, Jade's fingers quickly becoming slick with her juices. "Y-Yes Mistress, your cock tastes wonderful. Thank you for letting me suck it." She replied breathily, quite aroused by her roommate's aura and ministrations.

The brunette blinked as she was spun around and made to face the camera, before her throat was carefully squeezed, and the other hand found her petals again, though this time, she could feel that throbbing pole against her ass and back. Her strangled moan would tell anyone that what was happening was real, as her erect nub was toyed with for a little bit while her head started getting a little dizzy.

She was released before it could get much further than that, and made to bend over, getting her face even closer to the camera, to better capture her reaction to her first penetration by her futa mistress. It was a beautiful blossoming sequence that went from a blush, to surprise, to a bit of pain, to pleasure as that girthy rod started hitting multiple good spots at once inside her.

Jade's pelvis pressed forward, her hands holding onto Beth's hips as her large cock forced it's way inside the girl's tight pussy. "Good girl~" Mistress Jade complimented the brunette for taking her large member so bravely. So much to touch, so much to do, Jade could feel herself slipping the role of Mistress, her body wanting simply to fuck, to thrust into the wet cunt and get off. She focused herself, this was supposed to be a porn shoot after all, not a love scene.

Her right arm wrapped around the brunette, moving to grope her breast as she slowly thrust her cock in and out, trying to push a little deeper each time. Her body urged her speed up, and she slowly picked up the pace of her thrusting, the small, pained sounds were ever so arousing to the futanari.

"Oh yeah~" She groaned softly, her mouth close to Beth's ear. "How does that cock feel? Is my new slut gonna cum~?" Her voice was soft, sultry and oh so seductive. In truth, Jade could feel her own release building up deep inside, eager to come out and fill the brunette's pussy up.


A submissive 20 years old woman who is both scared and aroused by her experiences with Mistress Jade. Despite her fear, she demonstrates obedience and eagerness to please her dominant partner. She has brown hair.

Beth let herself be guided on that large cock, the beastly thing so large it felt like she could get lost on it. She didn't let any teeth touch that glorious rod, as her newly crowned Mistress had her slick the entire damn thing. The younger woman panted as she was pulled off, a tingle going to her loins as she was choke-lifted up from her knees, that right hand keeping hold of her as they kissed while she squirmed. Her movements increased as she was played with too, Jade's fingers quickly becoming slick with her juices. "Y-Yes Mistress, your cock tastes wonderful. Thank you for letting me suck it." She replied breathily, quite aroused by her roommate's aura and ministrations.

The brunette blinked as she was spun around and made to face the camera, before her throat was carefully squeezed, and the other hand found her petals again, though this time, she could feel that throbbing pole against her ass and back. Her strangled moan would tell anyone that what was happening was real, as her erect nub was toyed with for a little bit while her head started getting a little dizzy.

She was released before it could get much further than that, and made to bend over, getting her face even closer to the camera, to better capture her reaction to her first penetration by her futa mistress. It was a beautiful blossoming sequence that went from a blush, to surprise, to a bit of pain, to pleasure as that girthy rod started hitting multiple good spots at once inside her.


A woman of captivating allure with green eyes that pool with pleasure. She possesses a radiant smile and pale hair, which teases the skin when she tilts her head back. Her body is well-endowed, featuring soft breasts and shapely thighs. Eva exudes an air of dominance yet maintains a nurturing demeanor; she guides Adrian's actions with patience and gentle commands, deriving satisfaction from his obedience. She's also highly sensual and enjoys the intimacy shared between them, valuing the closeness they share beyond just physical contact. Despite her commanding presence, she exhibits a certain vulnerability in expressing her desires openly to Adrian, revealing her need for him both physically and emotionally.

Eva watched with open fascination as Adrian obeyed, her attention narrowed down to the actions of his sweet mouth. Soft flicks of his tongue against her skin was exciting for the both of them, the smell of her own rising between their bodies. Helping him to his first climax had brought her more pleasure than he could ever know. She felt partly redeemed at her unintentional neglect, and intended to continue giving him everything they both wanted for the next few hours. As long as her energy held, and even then, there were ways to work around those difficulties.

She fed him one digit at a time to ensure he got every last bit and while she did, her warmth pressed into his side. Soft breasts against his exposed ribs, a shapely thigh complimenting his toned one. She wanted to be near, and the result was a smeared mess between their bodies.

When her fingers were clean, she moved her hand up to give him her palm, and then her wrist. Enjoying the feel of his eager mouth and the anticipation rising for the moment when he used it between her legs. Each drop collected glistened on his tongue before disappearing into his mouth, making her greedy for her own sampling. Once her hand was clean, she placed two fingers against his jaw and guided his lips to hers where he was engaged in a soft, yet hungry kiss. She sought his sweetness with a delicate sweep, moaning lightly when she found it.

Eva kept it brief, pulling away with an excited smile shining up at him. "You still have quite the mess." Her eyes dropped down to her right breast that had collected his juices at its swell and, naturally, had since slipped down the generous curve to trail directly over her nipple and beyond to the soft underside. From there, another splash of milky white stood out against her right thigh. She moved to the side and leaned against the foot of the bed, waiting for him to finish what he started with a warm smile.

Adrian moaned with excitement throughout each lick, hungrily cleaning off his goddess's fingers with a smile and excited, happy eyes. His tail flicked through the air behind him, hips wiggling a little bit as he saw how happy he was making her. The pressing against his side calmed his movements, his tail occasionally brushing its luxurious softness against her hips as he murmured. She'd barely pressed to him when already his eager cock stood tall and needy again, throbbing between his legs without a thought.

Every drop was swallowed with a purring sound, a louder one emerging at their brief kiss as he fought not to wiggle too much. His own beam matched hers, nodding quickly in agreement. He had made a mess and felt a sense of some pride at how generously he'd given to her. He hoped she was proud of him too. She seemed to be, which fed his confidence.

For this, he needed no words or commands. Adrian shifted himself, his aching cock throbbing a little as he leaned down to kiss at the first drop at the top of her beautiful breasts. Adrian didn't kneel, for now, able to comfortably bend and lap up his own messy juices. The trail was obedient, following only the juices even if he wanted to lap all over her chest. The taste never got old, neither did the texture of her soft skin. It was only when he reached her nipple that he gave a more gentle kiss, eyes flicking up to hers to see if she wanted him to pay more attention whilst his mouth stayed there, wordlessly hoping he would get to pleasure her for a moment. The eagerness was betrayed by his sparkling eyes and swishing tail.

Eva adored his eager little responses as he cleaned her; the draw of his enthusiasm to obey and please never waned. The evidence of it was found in her features as she watched him quietly, wearing a smile that went to her eyes and filled those green pools with pleasure. He was perfect and there was never a time when she didn't feel otherwise; anything that was hers could be nothing less.

When he shifted to lick up the mess on her breast, fingertips traced the edges of his face to move the dark hair that fell against his skin, enjoying the silken texture between her fingers as she did. She was quiet as he followed the wet trail, though her breathing became more shower with each incremental approach to her nipple. His soft lips touched it, causing her to bite her lip just as a hand slipped deeper into his hair and held its thickness in a gentle fist at the back of his head. A gentle grip, yet there. Holding onto him as much as preventing him from moving further down.

Her voice was breathy and light, affected by her own growing excitement. Seeing him through that last release made her aware of needs that only Adrian could satisfy. None other made her feel the way he did, or touched her with such care and devotion. "Yes, Darling. You may have your way... for now." Eva knew Adrian was aware from experience that it was not an open invitation for everything he may wish to partake in that moment, but it allowed enough to indulge them both.

As she waited for him to do as he wished with her breasts, she ran her left hand down his arm to eventually capture his wrist and guide his hand to the small of her back, wanting him for support should the combination of fatigue and desire catch up to her. That, and she simply wanted his touch. His closeness. The warmth from his body and his love to melt the bitter memory of icy winds and miles upon miles of snowy travel.

Nodding obediently Adrian unintentionally caused his lips to brush against her nipple, feeling his excitement grow as that ever-eager hardness throbbed to attention between his legs. The sensation made him whimper softly, feeling it grow almost too aroused as it almost pressed against Eva's leg. Obedient despite his own wants he did as she allowed. His lips pressed again, kissing against her chest and sighing.

Worshipping her made him more proud and excited than ever, Adrian moaning loudly as he gently turned his kisses into suckling and let his tongue brush against her nipple every few moments. His eyes tight shut it was hard to notice just how hard he'd become or the fact he'd began to pool more of his seed at his tip. No matter how many releases he was given Eva's body always aroused him but now he'd only had one in several days.

Adrian didn't think about that, instead just lapping, licking and kissing in the hopes of sating her. She tasted perfect, encompassing his mind entirely as he allowed her to guide his hand to settle on her back without a moment's resistance. Adrian took his time but eventually transferred across, trailing kisses before settling on her other nipple and showing it the same loving, rapt attention with a great deal of joy in his eyes, now both open and gazing up at her.

Eva slowly licked her bottom lip as his own brushed her skin and sucked in a sharp breath with the capture of her nipple. That soft mouth was warm around the sensitive tip as it alternated between drawing it deeper and sweeping it with his tongue. The combination had her all but writhing in place, her hand fisting and releasing in steady rhythm around his hair.

She tilted her head back, causing the ends of her pale hair to tease the skin of that arm secured behind her. The longer he kept his mouth connected to her, the more aroused she became. It built to the point where she could hardly stand it, and took all her effort not to force him to his knees and use those perfect lips elsewhere. Yet. She had every intention of letting him pleasure her, but she wanted to enjoy the moment for what it was and relax in the intimacy she'd been without.

They both had to make up for lost time. They both had desires for each other. She felt the heat of his cock on her leg for just a moment and was impressed that he was still so eager after all that time. He never tired of her. And she needed him still more than anything in their world or beyond.

Gentle hands guided him down as she spoke in a soft voice, "You're so good, Adrian... so good. Show me how good you can be, kneeling before me. There is still some left to clean." Smiling down into his eyes, she shifted and leaned her back into the bedpost for support, feet placed close together so her thighs were tightly closed. There was the glisten of seed on top of her thigh. Dangerously close to the soft pale hair of her mound.

"Clean me up and maybe you can have a taste. Would you like that, my precious little darling?" Her body tightened at the thought of him nuzzling between her thighs and licking her to completion, making them slick with the slightest movement.


A male with dark hair, his physique marked by toned ribs and an eager cock. His eyes shine with excitement and happiness as he obeys Eva's commands. He possesses a tail, which flicks through the air when he's aroused or excited, hinting at non-human characteristics. Adrian is submissive yet enthusiastic; he revels in pleasing Eva, finding joy in her satisfaction. Despite his obedience, there's an undercurrent of unquenched desire within him that never tires even after climaxing. His devotion to Eva is evident not just in their sexual interactions but also in his willingness to provide emotional support and closeness, making him more than just a submissive partner---he's a devoted lover who finds fulfillment in serving and worshipping her.

Nodding obediently Adrian unintentionally caused his lips to brush against her nipple, feeling his excitement grow as that ever-eager hardness throbbed to attention between his legs. The sensation made him whimper softly, feeling it grow almost too aroused as it almost pressed against Eva's leg. Obedient despite his own wants he did as she allowed. His lips pressed again, kissing against her chest and sighing.

Worshipping her made him more proud and excited than ever, Adrian moaning loudly as he gently turned his kisses into suckling and let his tongue brush against her nipple every few moments. His eyes tight shut it was hard to notice just how hard he'd become or the fact he'd began to pool more of his seed at his tip. No matter how many releases he was given Eva's body always aroused him but now he'd only had one in several days.

Adrian didn't think about that, instead just lapping, licking and kissing in the hopes of sating her. She tasted perfect, encompassing his mind entirely as he allowed her to guide his hand to settle on her back without a moment's resistance. Adrian took his time but eventually transferred across, trailing kisses before settling on her other nipple and showing it the same loving, rapt attention with a great deal of joy in his eyes, now both open and gazing up at her.


A resilient and defiant woman, possessing a fighting spirit that refuses to easily submit. Despite her precarious situation, she attempts to negotiate and plead for her freedom, showing both her resourcefulness and determination. She is attractive, given Katharine's repeated compliments about her beauty. She also is physically fit due to her ability to trudge through the tropical environment prior to being captured.

"Okay, c'mon, you've got this." Anais slapped the tops of her thighs a couple of times to try and pump herself up as she stood. Although there was a sudden burning sting to her arm that made her gasp and quickly cover the spot with her hand. She flinched when she touched a small dart like object. "What the--" her words cut themselves off ass she began to feel woozy. Stumbling for a few moments, she ended up tripping over her feet and falling over.

Almost immediately, a bunch of men surrounded her and began to speak. She was surprised to understand them. "Su... perior?" She slurred out, her tongue feeling heavy as she struggled to process what was happening around her. The last thing she heard before she passed out was what the first man had said as she was lifted up. At least it didn't seem like they'd kill her...

The men quickly went to work carrying Anais though the tropical trees and brought her to the superior's home. Her house was further away from the tribe. It had a small lagoon in the back, it hand vines growing atop the home and was built and updated with most modern necessities.

Katharine was waiting in the main foyer. "Tell Mistress Domininia I will return on the day after next to prepare for her celebration and arrival. I need some time to work with her." The men placed the girl down on the floor and left knowing that no man was to enter the superior's home.

Katharine walked taking the girl, her strength more then the men in her tribe as she brought the woman to her bedroom. It was adorned with ferns and out door tropics. Her window was open, and a bird sat on the sill. She walked over to the girl hoping she spoke the native language of English. Her fingers lingered over her skin. "Do soft, and delicate. She sure is gorgeous. Probably hasn't worked a day in her life." Her hands roamed the covered body prepared for the first step of claim on the girl.

The soft touches barely registered in her mind as Anais began to came out of the forced unconsciousness. Being knocked out twice in such a short amount of time had her groaning and turning to the side a bit before she felt her leg bump into something.

Opening her eyes, she realized she was on a comfortable bed in a spacious room, her eyes darted though to the woman that was sitting next to her. She was... quite pretty, but the odd nature of how she was brought here made her inherently suspicious.

She began to back away from the woman, as far as she could on the bed. Keeping her eyes trained on her, "Who are you? Where am I?" She asked, her voice holding a bit of a shake to it. "Please, why was I shot with... that thing? Why was I brought here?" Anais didn't like this at all, especially recalling what that man had said before. No way was that going to happen to her.

Katharine watched as the woman's eyes fluttered open. The pit in her stomach dropped and she grew even more excited. The mate chosen for superiors had arrived. She reached out, noticing the girl jumping. "I am Superior Katharine. The one and only female of my kind. At your welcome." She nodded her head gently. Her waves were long and always getting in her face. Pushing a few strands out of the way she gripped the girl's hand.

"Don't move. I didn't tie you up, but I won't hesitate to do so." She reached over to the table, grabbing the scissors. "What is your name? Do you have one? If not I shall name you, that will be fun indeed." She whispered, running her hands through her hair again, the hand holding the scissors began to clip away at the shirt she was wearing.

"I am sorry for the way you were shot. It's easier. We've done the whole struggle and take you with hitting you with oak. But its so messy and then if you end up needing a healer, it would sure to drive me insane. Now, your name?" She repeated as she finished clipping away most of her chest outfit.

Anais stopped in her tracks as she was grabbed, immediately concerned about the strong grip that she knew she wouldn't be able to get out of without a fight. Even then, she knew she'd probably lose. "You're... the one that they shot me for?" She said, noticing the scissors that she brought up, wondering just what she was going to do with it.

The threat of being tied up made her stop trying to struggle to get away. But, the whispered comment of being given a name made her stiffen. Just what was this woman planning for her?

However, that struggle began again as her shirt began to get cut away, but the look that was given to her made her stop. She didn't want to get cut after all so Anais stopped struggling, but was still shaking as the shirt was cut away, leaving her in the black bra she was wearing. "Anais. My name's Anais." She whimpered, not liking this at all. "Please, let me go, why are you doing this?"

Katharine looked at the girl who seemed scared. She was now a superior and had to prove her worth. "Oh sweet little thing. I'm the superior. I own this tribe, I take care of everyone and everything and your job will be to serve me. In a much more intimate way then the others do."

She grabbed the girls hands before snipping her bra and pulling away the different fabrics. "Look it would be a lot easier if you just takes your pants and panties off. In due time you will be given your outfits. I must study you."

She then went closer and smirked. "It's wonderful to meet you. You're very gorgeous. You know that?" She asked the girl getting ready to make sure she was known to her role in their community.

Anais's eyes widened at hearing just what the status of this woman was. This was... so much to process. Too much to process. And she was supposed to be hers? What made her so special?

Her hands were grabbed and she felt her bra get cut away next and she yelped. Anais quickly covered her chest with her arms to give herself some modesty. "You don't need to study me!" She flinched back even more before Katharine got closer.

The compliment she gave made her pause momentarily. This beautiful woman thought she was gorgeous? "I... I don't know what to say." She admitted, moving herself back and not getting out of her shorts or underwear. "I'm sorry, but, I don't want to be any sort of way with you. I just want to go." Her voice was a bit of a whimper, hoping pleading would get her her way.

Katharine looked at the girl and ran her hand along her skin. "Anais. You are here to stay. My personal and forever company. I don't want you getting any ideas. You leave they will bring you back. It's very simple, do as I say and I won't have to punish you."

She then moved closer and ran a hand along her chest. She moved it over her hands and down to her belly button. "You are simply so beautiful. MMM... I could just eat you up in a heartbeat." She then walked back looking at the clamp. She walked over and grabbed at her belly button skin. Clamping down so she could Pierce it soon.

"The next thing I'm giving you. I can't have you flinching. Shall I tie your wrists to our headboard or will you be still?" She asked the girl dragging a small table closer to them. "Gorgeous... I just can't get over your looks. Seriously. Now do tell me... Will you behave? It's easier this way."

Anais was... here to stay? That wasn't a very nice thought in the slightest. In fact, it made her more fearful than anything else. The fact that she couldn't escape, much less talk her way out of this didn't make her want to submit, it just made her want to fight.

Anais bit her lip as she was touched again, not sure what this woman was trying to do or get at. "I'd rather you didn't eat me, in any way, shape, or form." She responded, watching her grab a device and bring it closer, only to have her pull at her skin and clamp it over her belly button. "Ow! What are you doing?!" She shouted, flinching back and trying to figure out how to pull the clamp off. It was tight, and she couldn't figure out how to get it off as it seemed to lock in place.


A commanding and domineering figure, both as the superior of her tribe and in her interactions with Anais. Her assertiveness and authority are clear, showing no hesitation in enforcing her will. She's physically strong, capable of carrying Anais by herself. In terms of appearance, she's quite pretty with long hair that often gets in her face. Her beauty seems to be a contrast to her forceful personality. Furthermore, she exhibits a certain fascination towards Anais, complimenting her looks repeatedly and showing an intense desire to "study" her captive.

Katharine looked at the girl and ran her hand along her skin. "Anais. You are here to stay. My personal and forever company. I don't want you getting any ideas. You leave they will bring you back. It's very simple, do as I say and I won't have to punish you."

She then moved closer and ran a hand along her chest. She moved it over her hands and down to her belly button. "You are simply so beautiful. MMM... I could just eat you up in a heartbeat." She then walked back looking at the clamp. She walked over and grabbed at her belly button skin. Clamping down so she could Pierce it soon.

"The next thing I'm giving you. I can't have you flinching. Shall I tie your wrists to our headboard or will you be still?" She asked the girl dragging a small table closer to them. "Gorgeous... I just can't get over your looks. Seriously. Now do tell me... Will you behave? It's easier this way."