Dr. Jenkinson is a seasoned explorer and xenobiologist with a fearless spirit and an insatiable curiosity about the natural world. His age of 26 belies his impressive achievements, having discovered over thirty previously unknown species. He is highly analytical, always ready to debunk myths and superstitions with scientific evidence. Despite his serious professional demeanor, he can be condescending at times, especially when faced with what he perceives as less threatening or inferior beings. He is fit from his explorations and carries himself with confidence.

It was barely daylight when Dr. Jenkinson set out on his one man expedition. He was somewhat annoyed that none of the villagers would serve as his guide as he'd intended. Despite the almost humorous aspects of their superstition, there was definitely something about the creatures he was seeking that instilled fear in the primitives. "Snake men... several feet long" inhabiting the ruins of an ancient temple. The native insisted they were real. And dangerous, though none would tell him why.

He—a seasoned explorer and xenobiologist—feared nothing natural. He'd gone in search of hundreds of mythical creatures and debunked most of them. Only a few had some basis in reality. He certainly believed that something lived in the ruins. But for obvious reasons he did not believe in a race of tiny, sentient snake human hybrids. He intended to collect whatever species lived there. With luck it would be a species yet undiscovered by science. Yet another species for him to classify.

At age 26 he'd discovered more than thirty previously unknown species. None of which were supernatural or lived up to their own colorful legends. He had no reason to expect this should be any different. After only an hour he saw the white pillars of the ruined temple on a distant hillside. He planned on collecting specimens and being back in the village before noon. As he got closer he could already see the creatures scattering. They'd been sunning themselves among the ruins. Now it was just a matter of capturing one and examining it up close. He withdrew a net and snake bag from his pack crept up to the temple.

Amaru was one of a few hundred small lamiae who took up residence in a ruined temple, a human construction that made for good shelter from rains, wind, and those who would attempt to sneak up on a snake sunning herself. Humans made useful things... but they themselves were nuisances. Loud, noisy, not prone to watching where they stepped. So, when one approached her home, her first instinct was to hide, and to convince her brood of mates to hide themselves in the lower levels.

The slender, serious serpent wasn't much of an obvious threat at first glance—a cute, if rather stern redhead from the hips up, and all below the hips was two feet of serpentine tail, and the tail was four times as long as the rest of her body. Anyone who knew snakes whatsoever might take pause at her tail's crimson-and-gold banded coloration, very similar to a deadly coral snake, but given how absolutely puny she was, they'd merely give Amaru her berth and move on if they didn't want to risk the venom. As for the six inches of feminine human form sat where the snake's head would go, she was tan, toned, and completely nude, her fiery cherry-red hair standing out starkly against her dark skin tone as another chromatic warning to potential predators. Without speaking a single word of her limited Spanish, English, or Quechua, she was able to convey all that she needed to; she was dangerous to approach, but incredibly strong and beautiful to male lamiae that were scarcely half her size. Like many such snakes, she had a mostly obedient harem that was always eager to please, including a few smaller females who took advantage of the sheer number of males Amaru attracted to sneakily get theirs and sneak off before the redhead caught wise.

As the human biologist approached, Amaru stood her ground as much as a lamia could stand—slithering sensually into the maw of a carved stone jaguar, putting her tail's vivid coloration on display. Effectively, a warning shot—anger her, and endure the consequences.

All but one of the tiny snakes had disappeared into the tiny cracks and crevasses in the stonework of the temple. But one vividly colored specimen remained. He approached the specimen. IT had taken up residence in the maw of a feline statue and seemed unafraid. Almost as if it were guarding the sacred ground.

He readied his net. The snake itself was beautiful. But what was mot unbelievable was that the upper body was indeed that of a human female. Not the crude visage of something mimicking a human. From the waist up, the snake was indeed a human, albeit a tiny one. This particular specimen had shining red hair. She wore no garments, and her perfect, tiny breast didn't go unnoticed by the scientist. "Hello, little one..." he said as he raised the net. Once he had captured her he could examine her up close which would reveal a lot more than just a superficial look ever could.

Amaru didn't recognize the tool this human brandished, but recognized it as some sort of threat—he was going on the aggressive. Not entirely familiar with the concept of a biologist, the crimson-haired lamia coiled low, hissing softly, giving the intruder a second warning. Any further approach would be construed as a threat, and she would have no qualms about biting him. "Aksu," she yelled, low and angry in tone—instinctively going for the language of the humans that had built this temple, language that had been passed down through generations. A warning, ordering this human go away. The abandoned temple was the sole domain of lamiae.

As Dr. Jenkinson approached, his boots landed on something soft, instead of just hard stone—abandoned, tattered human clothing. No remains, no obvious tears from violence... but a few years out of fashion, and dusty with disuse. Just a tattered old outfit... but a sane human being would back off with the growing unease that permeated the dark, ruined stone temple.

Amaru, meanwhile, stayed coiled and ready, tense and aggressive. The human had yet to back off, so neither would the lamia. She had a harem and a clutch of eggs here... she could not easily afford to leave.

The tiny lamia hung from the statue and hissed. Jenkinson however was not impressed, and he found her defiance amusing. "Awww... you look so cute, so agitated like that. I'm not gonna hurt you... just relax." Then she spoke, and his expression changed. Was she... intelligent? It sounded almost like human speech. If this species was sentient it would complicate things greatly.

"Did you just say something?" he asked? "I didn't understand you... typically snakes don't have vocal chords. Can you understand me?"

It was then that he felt his foot brush something. Looking down, it appeared to be clothes strewn over the ground. There were no bones or anything indicating it was human remains. Just clothes. He bent down and examined the garments, momentarily forgetting the angry lamia. They looked to have been here awhile. But there was no sign of a campsite. He briefly pondered their significance. Then he looked up at the still hissing lamia. If she could speak, he had so many questions he didn't know where to start.

Amaru's grasp of English was limited, but she was definitely able to recognize the language by sound. "Leave. Before I bite," she shouted, this time in heavily accented English. "No humans here." The lamia angrily coiled tighter, definitely agitated. From what Dr. Jenkinson was able to see, the lamia was being aggressively territorial, trying her hardest to intimidate him into leaving the temple as a whole.

At the biologist's questioning, the lamia's eyes narrowed. "The tongue of outsiders is... strange. Humans have many ways to speak. Lamiae share just one. We learn human tongues to tell humans to leave," the lamia continued, her tone low. "Now leave."

She put herself in a position to display every indication of hostility—coiling low, narrowing her eyes, putting her arms in front of her in an attempt to box, softly hissing, even displaying her venomous fangs. One more step, and she'd do it. All of Dr. Jenkinson's exposed skin made easy targets for a solid bite...

After she began speaking English, Jenkinson knew he'd have to capture a live specimen, for no other reason than the fact that no one in the world would believe him. The tiny creature did her best to be threatening, but rather than generate fear Alan was merely amused. "Stop it, I'm not gonna hurt you, little one..." he said somewhat condescendingly. It was kind of cute watching the little thing acting so fiercely to defend its territory. Cute but futile. The creature did actually appear to have fangs, however. Probably no more potent than a bee sting, but there was no clear way to be sure. He briefly considered tranquilizing her, but her tiny size made it too easy to overdose her. Finally he decided on a course of action. He needed her alive.

He reached into his pack and donned a pair of kevlar gloves meant for handling venomous species. He then reached out his hand, trying to distract her while his second hand went for her neck. As with any snake other than the largest constrictors, once the head was under control so was the snake. He waved his hand in front of her—a distraction, bringing up the other hand to grab her by the back of the neck. It was a method he'd used before. The key was not to hesitate...

Unfortunately for the biologist wishing to study her, Amaru was considerably more intelligent than your average snake. Just the presence of higher human brain function gave the lamia a better sense of object permanence, meaning that she was able to recognize both of Dr. Jenkinson's hands as separate threats. As he approached ever closer, ever more inherently discomforting. "Leave! Now!" She shouted, definitely not listening at this point... before pouncing forward, fangs extended, and lunging directly for his exposed flesh.

In the spare few moments between her lunge and contact, Amaru's mind analyzed how many times she'd need to bite—five times? Six? Seven? Like many smaller venomous snakes, lamiae were hyperaggressive, needing to inject venom multiple times to take down bigger aggressors.

The lamia lunged forward, hitting him on the forearm just above his glove. "Ouch!" he yelled as her fangs made contact. There was a mild burning sensation, clearly indicating to him she did indeed have some kind of venom. He held his arm out hoping she'd release on her own, and eventually she did, falling off his arm and to the ground. He looked at the bite. Two small fang marks. Probably the biggest risk was having an anaphylactic reaction to the bite. Fortunately he had an epi-pen in his backpack. He looked for the lamia, which had apparently scurried into the brush and disappeared. And that's when he noticed his vision was starting to blur. "Shit!" was the last thing he was able to say.

His head began to spin and the sudden sense of vertigo was overwhelming. He had the feeling of falling yet he was still standing. He closed his eyes to see if the feeling went away. Then the blackness took him.

When he regained consciousness his arm was still stinging. Opening his eyes, things looked wrong. He was lying in front of an immense stone structure. The trees had been replaced by single bladed plants that towered over his head. To one side was a large cloth structure that looked like a deflated circus tent. His vision was still blurry, and it took him a moment to make sense of what he was seeing.

Then he glanced up. The stone structure was made in the semblance of a jungle cat. It looked familiar, and it took him a moment to place it. "What... the... fuck..." he said to himself. He pinched himself. Some kind of hallucination? What he was seeing was impossible. The stone structure was the statue that the lamia had perched on. The strange foliage were simply blades of grass. The tent like structure was part of his clothes, as well as the clothes that he had found abandoned earlier. He'd been shrunk. It was the only explanation. Beneath the tent like garment he could see the outline of his boots. His physical body had been reduced to the size of an insect while his clothes remained full size. Worst of all, he was totally naked. "This... this can't be happening..." he said, glancing around. He ducked under the folds of his now gigantic pants, trying to hide himself. Suddenly he felt very exposed. All of his supplies were useless now. He couldn't even use his radio to summon help. The only remedy would be to wait out the effects of the venom. Assuming they weren't permanent, of course...

Amaru had opted for seven injections of her potent venom, and slithered away into the darkness to wait for it to take effect. It was always delightful to watch something big and threatening dwindle helplessly, smaller and smaller until Amaru was the bigger, stronger one. No feeling quite compared to always being able to make herself bigger than anything that would threaten her... it was always nearly enough to give her cravings. She held off for now, though... she didn't want to call her harem of mates out of hiding quite yet.

Each injection of venom would cut the human's height roughly in half... lamiae could go years on one meal, given how their venom worked, cutting the size of a much larger creature down, down, down to be easily swallowed whole. Then, after the "first", human-like stomach made sure that the captured creature was rendered unable to cause harm, they would slowly regrow over the course of months in order to continually satisfy her actual stomach.

So, it was with great eagerness that Amaru slid back out into the open... Two feet of serpentine tail and six inches of human head and torso was small and pathetic to a normal human, but to a person reduced to 1/128th their normal size, or approximately half an inch tall, would be towered over. A helpless bug before a titanic, elegant beauty. Gleaming, fiery red hair hung down to the small of Amaru's back, her torso was fit and moderately curvy, her eyes a lair of predatory amber slits... and her red-and-gold striped tail created a prison that it was unlikely Dr. Jenkinson would escape alive. "You were told to leave," she murmured.

The lamia he'd almost caught with his hand now slithered into the clearing in front of the pile of clothes in which he now hid. Her human portion was not the same as his. But her serpentine tail was probably equivalent to at least a 20 foot python compared to his current size. Her thickest coils were large than his waist. He knew he was a fool to think she didn't know he was there—snakes primarily hunted by smell and heat signatures. But he cowered anyway, simply hoping she'd go away.

If he could simply wait things out, maybe he'd metabolize the venom and slowly return to his former self. At his current size he could make out more details about her. He'd always had a thing for redheads, and her human portion was stunningly beautiful. As was her serpentine portion. Her scales glistened in the sun as if wet and the colors danced before him. And the way she moved. So effortlessly she glided, he many muscles propelling her forward. But it was those same muscles he had to fear. He venom hadn't been deadly. So she probably constricted her prey. And he knew he didn't have the strength or size to risk getting into her coils. He remained silent, waiting to see what she did.

Amaru looked down at Dr. Jenkinson, watching his height slowly ebb away... he was still roughly the same size as her human torso, but he should be much smaller by now. She knew, vaguely, that prey that wasn't excited or afraid would shrink slower, and a biologist would be able to explain that it mostly relied on the venom reaching the heart multiple times to allow for the speedy shrinking she needed. The trade-off for her higher intelligence and size-reducing venom was the human jaw anatomy... even when unhinged, she needed to wait for prey to be half the width of her body or less to fit. "There is no escape," she murmured, slithering around him in circles in a method meant to be intimidating... swiveling her hips and holding her arms to her sides, trying to keep eye contact for as long as possible while she maintained her approach.

As she moved, though, she made the circle she slithered in tighter, closer, faster. A biologist like Dr. Jenkinson would be able to see that she was preparing to coil around him... she hoped he didn't realize he was still slowly losing size.

Actually Jenkinson didn't realize he was still shrinking, although the rate had clearly reduced itself as the venom cleared his system. In any case, the threatening lamia looked huge. He didn't know what her movements meant, but they definitely gave off a predatory vibe. She was sentient. Surely she wouldn't prey upon another sentient creature. Would she?

"Look... I'm sorry for trying to capture you. It's just that you're such a unique creature. I wouldn't have harmed you. Just did a few tests and taken a few pictures. I'm just a scientist, not a hunter. My name is Alan. What is yours?" He extended a hand as he rotated in circles trying to keep an eye on her. Maybe if she saw him as an individual rather than just another victim she'd spare him. But the circles she was making around him appeared to be getting smaller and he was quickly running out of space. "You are a beautiful creature, you know. I'm only curious about you and your kind..."


A lamia, a creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake. She possesses fiery red hair that contrasts against her dark skin tone, while her tail bears striking crimson-and-gold bands akin to those of a venomous coral snake. Her physical attributes reveal her as an exotic beauty, but they also serve as warnings to potential predators. Amaru is fiercely protective and territorial, especially when it comes to safeguarding her home and brood from intruders. Despite being smaller in size compared to humans, she displays remarkable courage and assertiveness. Her limited grasp of multiple human languages suggests an intelligence beyond mere animal instincts, enabling her to communicate threats effectively when necessary.

Amaru looked down at Dr. Jenkinson, watching his height slowly ebb away... he was still roughly the same size as her human torso, but he should be much smaller by now. She knew, vaguely, that prey that wasn't excited or afraid would shrink slower, and a biologist would be able to explain that it mostly relied on the venom reaching the heart multiple times to allow for the speedy shrinking she needed. The trade-off for her higher intelligence and size-reducing venom was the human jaw anatomy... even when unhinged, she needed to wait for prey to be half the width of her body or less to fit. "There is no escape," she murmured, slithering around him in circles in a method meant to be intimidating... swiveling her hips and holding her arms to her sides, trying to keep eye contact for as long as possible while she maintained her approach.

As she moved, though, she made the circle she slithered in tighter, closer, faster. A biologist like Dr. Jenkinson would be able to see that she was preparing to coil around him... she hoped he didn't realize he was still slowly losing size.


A Japanese woman with a petite figure that stands out in stark contrast to Western standards. Despite her smaller frame, she carries herself with an air of confidence and isn't ashamed of her body. She possesses an adventurous spirit and is open-minded when it comes to sexual exploration. Her personality is marked by eagerness, compliance, and an ability to express her desires without hesitation or embarrassment. This openness extends to her willingness to try new experiences such as anal sex. She has the ability to communicate effectively about what brings her pleasure, guiding Samuel in their intimate encounters.

Misaki smiled as Samuel stroked her face with gentle fingers, her lips parting in a little moan as he pulled out of her. She could feel their mingled fluids spilling from her and she wriggled in excited delight at the feeling. She wouldn't have minded lying here longer with him, but she certainly didn't object to having him pick her up so easily or getting back into the hot tub with him. She sighed in pleasure, enjoying the scent that drifted up from the water as he gently lowered her into it.

She smiled and took a glass of wine, taking a sip and scooting slightly closer to him as he stroked her side. She could feel his member rubbing against her thigh as they cuddled and she quite liked it. She took another sip of the wine, smiled at him, and slid her other hand down under the water to stroke along his length.

"Thanks," she said, plainly thinking of more than the wine. "It was amazing..."

"Mmm..." Samuel hummed as he felt her hand stroking his length in the water, one of his own slipped around her waist, into the little joint between her legs. His other hand stopped Misaki's stimulation, Samuel instead moving that hand to where his was positioned on her thigh mere inches away from her sensitive folds.

"You've pleased me enough." He said, placing her hand atop his. "Let me please you now... or show me how to do it." He breathed, his breath rolling along the skin of her naked back. He wanted to know how much she'd like to be pleasured by a man, and teasing a woman in a bath was one of his favorite ways to enjoy the afterglow of sex. While a hand waited, his other moved to her breast, groping it lightly and gently again as he sized up her measurements. It might come in handy in the future.

Misaki's breath caught as Samuel's hand slid around her waist and down between her legs, her body shivering with pleasure and excitement at his touch. She gave a confused blink as he pulled her hand away from his shaft and placed it gently but firmly on her thigh.

"Oh..." she murmured, her lips curving into a softly delighted smile. She moaned faintly at the feeling of his breath against her skin. "Alright," she agreed. She moaned again as his other hand gently groped her breast. Her chest wasn't nearly as large by western standards as it was back home in Japan, but she fancied that she still didn't have anything to be ashamed of.

She sild the hand he'd placed on her thigh, the one his hand still covered, slowly down between her legs, exploring her slickness with a delicate touch of her fingers. "I like to be rubbed and stroked, to feel my fingers inside myself." Blushingly, she added, "It would feel so good to have your thick fingers inside me."

Samuel grinned as he pulled her closer, her butt landing on the bottom of the tub between his legs as the man gave her a soft bite on the side of her neck. His fingers obeyed her, index and middle finger sliding along her folds teasingly, brushing against them as he seemed to tickle her there a little. To have her admit her desires was one of the kinks Samuel secretly possessed, a desire to hear a woman's deepest sexual secrets to him, wanting him to pleasure her on her own accord.

"Such a naughty little girl... But I shall obey." He joked, but his fingers signaled his intent as they slipped in, Samuel digging them slowly and gently to find a rhythm. Leaning backwards, he pulled Misaki slightly downwards as well so she was lying back against him.

"Legs open, and hook them on the side of the tub." He instructed, his middle fingers stirring the insides of her walls as his member pressed against her walls, hardening with every bit of contact. Samuel seemed to have a plan in mind, as his stiff member slipped downwards, pressing against the crack of her butt although he did not change his movements, only focusing on stirring this beauty as his fourth finger joined in pumping her.

Misaki gave a little groan as Samuel's teeth nipped softly at the side of her neck while his fingers explored her folds, her body squirming with desire as he teased and tickled her. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her body against his fingers. She wanted so much more than that.

It seemed he was willing to oblige, for he teasingly called her a naughty girl, something that sent shivers of excitement through her, and then slipped his fingers inside her. She moaned and wriggled in pleasure, falling back against his body when he tugged her close. She was more than happy to obey when he told her to spread her legs wider and hook them over the side of the tub, her body shivering with delight as his finger pressed her inner walls while his hardening member rubbed against her backside.

Moaning in desire, she intentionally rubbed her bottom against his shaft, enjoying the sensations it added as his hard flesh slid along the cleft in her rear while his fingers skillfully brought her closer and closer to climax.

Samuel exhaled sharply, feeling her bottom slide against him as he throbbed in excitement, fingers continuously driving in deeper and quicker. He could feel her trembling, the warm water seemed to be ignored as waves of pleasure shot up her body, and his heartbeat could be felt stirring his balls up. Samuel gave a grunt, lifting Misaki lightly so that his cock could find some space, as he positioned himself right under her, the tip pressing lightly against her butthole.

Fingers drew out of her tight snatch, Samuel moved to give her clit a pinch and rub, his free hand moving to turn her face to the side so she could see part of him.

"You alright with your ass?" He asked, or rather, not so much asked as confirmed. It was a confirmation, and Samuel was determined to use as much of this woman as possible before the night was over.

Misaki was quite sure that Samuel was just as aroused as her, though perhaps not quite as close to climax, seeing as how he'd stopped her from stroking his cock earlier. She gasped as he lifted her up, her body squirming as she felt the head of his shaft press softly against her rear hole. She moaned as his fingers withdrew from her, only to squirm and whimper with need as his fingers found her clit and started teasing it just as skillfully.

Her expression was slightly dazed with pleasure when he turned her head, but she smiled at him eagerly. She nodded as he asked if she was alright with his cock in her ass. "Yes," she replied with a squirm that had his shaft nudging at her rear entrance. She wanted it all. Everything she'd done with him had felt amazing and she had no reason to think that this wouldn't feel amazing too.

"Okay, let's go in nice and easy..." Samuel said, lowering her slightly and slowly, his fingers taking a pause in their plunging so he could adjust accordingly. Slowly he felt her part against his entry, Samuel lowering her slowly and pushing up so she could adapt to his size.

"Let me know if it hurts too much." He continued, pumping her slowly as he held her in place with his hands. There was a light pop as his fingers came out of her pussy, both hands now grabbing her butt cheeks as he moved his crotch, humping her at a gradual rate.

"Relax, spread yourself open." Samuel instructed, giving out a groan as he felt her tightness envelop him. She was tighter than most, as if her butt was hardly used at all. Of course, not all men would seek to use her ass for pleasure, and this was more of a test than an actual kink of Samuel. He didn't care tho, she was tight, and it was all that mattered as he finally plunged in deep, Misaki practically sitting on his crotch as he stirred his member deep inside her.

"Okay," Misaki agreed as Samuel told her that they'd take it nice and easy. She didn't have anal sex so often that she wanted to do it any other way. She found his concern for her reassuring, especially as she felt his thick shaft beginning to push inside her. She wriggled slightly as he began to lower her down, her lips parting in a soft moan.

She moaned again as his fingers slid from her pussy, grasping her butt. She nodded in agreement as he slowly thrust up into her. She wouldn't say it hurt, exactly, but his cock was definitely big enough that she found it hard to think about anything but how much it was stretching her. It was a feeling that wasn't quite pain but could easily cross the line into it. She liked things like that, that balanced the line between pleasure and pain.

"Yes," she gasped as he told her to relax for him, savoring the feeling of him filling her as he thrust deeper still, her ass relaxing as she grew accustomed to it. She wriggled with delight as he stirred his member deep inside her. "That feels... amazing. So naughty... So good..."


A man with a strong physique, capable of effortlessly lifting Misaki. His body has an enticing scent that adds to his overall allure. He's assertive and takes the lead in their intimate encounters, yet he maintains a high level of consideration for Misaki's comfort and pleasure. This balance of dominance and care suggests emotional intelligence. He enjoys hearing about his partner's deepest desires and takes pleasure in fulfilling them. His adventurous nature is evident in his willingness to explore different aspects of sexual gratification, including anal sex. Despite this explorative approach, he ensures consent at every step, showcasing respect towards his partner's boundaries.

"Okay, let's go in nice and easy..." Samuel said, lowering her slightly and slowly, his fingers taking a pause in their plunging so he could adjust accordingly. Slowly he felt her part against his entry, Samuel lowering her slowly and pushing up so she could adapt to his size.

"Let me know if it hurts too much." He continued, pumping her slowly as he held her in place with his hands. There was a light pop as his fingers came out of her pussy, both hands now grabbing her butt cheeks as he moved his crotch, humping her at a gradual rate.

"Relax, spread yourself open." Samuel instructed, giving out a groan as he felt her tightness envelop him. She was tighter than most, as if her butt was hardly used at all. Of course, not all men would seek to use her ass for pleasure, and this was more of a test than an actual kink of Samuel. He didn't care tho, she was tight, and it was all that mattered as he finally plunged in deep, Misaki practically sitting on his crotch as he stirred his member deep inside her.


Daniel, or Mr. Dowell, is a man in his early forties with an imposing figure, standing nearly six feet tall and built like a rugby player. His hair, once dark blonde, is cut short in a Caesar style and has started to show flecks of silver at the temples. He also sports a short goatee. His blue-green hazel eyes are often creased by his near-perpetual smile. He exudes confidence and authority, yet maintains a seemingly relaxed demeanor. He is quite observant and appreciative of beauty while being strict about rules and expectations.

Chatham Hall was an imposing structure built in the early part of the 19th Century. It stood on several hundred acres of pristine land, surrounded by rolling hills, forests, lakes and streams. It was simply an idyllic place dedicated to education. The all girls school had opened it's doors before the Civil War and had produced some of the finest and most successful graduates of any preparatory academy. A fact that the nearly all male staff of Chatham were extremely proud of.

'The Hall', as it was called by faculty and students alike, sat atop a large grassy hill miles from the nearest town was surrounded by smaller ancillary buildings which held classrooms, dormitories, the Dining Hall as well as Faculty Quarters. The first taste of the turning of summer was in the air when the bus carrying the newest crop of incoming freshmen drove up the narrow country lane and the girls inside got their first look at the place they'd call home for the next four years.

Emilee, a high school honor student, couldn't believe she was going to Chatham Hall. It was more beautiful then she imagined with it's breathtaking scenery. She sat alone in her seat surrounded by chatting and excited girls. On the outside she was calm, but on the inside she couldn't wait to start her first day at the amazing school.

Her long, dark, and wavy brunette hair with her matching sparkling eyes made it seem like she was a rich girl, but actually all she did was write an essay and made a perfect score. Her eyes were almost hidden by a pair of thin black glasses that seemed to complete her intelligent girl look. Her body was hidden by her plain shirt and jeans since they haven't got the chance to change into their uniforms yet. It couldn't be seen, but she had a thin and curvy body with slightly above average breast and rounded rear. As they approached the school it grew harder and harder to contain her excitement.

Daniel Dowell crossed the campus his nose buried in a book, hardly paying attention to the world around him until he heard the bus make it's final turn on the large circle drive in front of the Hall. He smiled to himself knowing that this was finally his year. He'd been tenured and with it came new opportunities. He watched as the door opened and a flock of pretty young girls poured from the bus and were herded inside by one of the administrative staff. Quickly checking his watch he smiled and made his way to the auditorium.

"Inside ladies," the man with the clipboard instructed the girls. "Nevermind about your suitcases... full tuition students to the left, scholarship students to the right." He watched as they all made their way inside. He was a pimply sort of man, round and soft in all the wrong places and he seemed to take delight in his position. "Follow me." He said rather flatly to the scholarship girls as he held up his pen and led them from the large and airy rotunda down a side hallway and into a large room. "You'll be issued your uniforms here—please be sure to change into them quickly girls, there's a lot we have to cover today." With that he turned and left the room.

A couple of young women came in, dressed in their school uniforms to assist the two dozen or so scholarship students. They asked each their sizes and then handed them a very short plaid skirt-barely enough to cover themselves, a thin, white button-up blouse, a pair of long white knee-high socks, a lacy white bra and a little pair of white g-string panties along with black patent Mary Jane shoes. "You can put your old clothes in the bag we've provided. Now please get changed quickly so we can get you all over to orientation!" One of the upperclassmen girls said cheerily.

When Emilee was handed over her uniform, she was surprised to see the skirts so short and they were actually given what most considered sexy under garments. But she tried to ignore it, everyone here was either a girl or a male teacher. Which she was sure they were more focused on educating the girls rather then fantasize about them.

She quickly changed into her uniform feeling a bit uncomfortable with how revealing it was on her. The other girls didn't seem to have a problem. She sighed finding it hard to get used to her new uniform and made her way to the auditorium for orientation.

The auditorium was crowded with young girls seeming to adjust to everything much quicker then she was. Then again a lot of these girls are used to going to fancy schools while this was her first time at a boarding school. The auditorium was filled with the sounds of girls chatting and giggling with their friends. Emilee sat in the more I saw it is section of the auditorium since she had no friends here and saw no reason to be in a crowd of girls she didn't even know.

The orientation was pretty straightforward—the Headmaster speaking about academic excellence, the school's honor code, extracurricular activities. Just the sort of things you'd expect from an orientation. What was particularly noticeable however was that the uniforms of the non-scholarship girls seems significantly more conservative. Their blouses were fuller, some even wore sweaters and the skirts looked much longer than the one Emilee had been issued.

Finally near the end of the orientation the Headmaster called for all the 'full students' to go out into the hall to receive their room and roommate assignments—the scholarship students were to remain in their seats so they he could cover the specifics of the terms of their scholarship. "Girls," Mr. Anderson said after they were alone. "You have a very special opportunity here at Chatham Hall—the chance at an education your parents couldn't dream of providing you." He nodded heavily to emphasize his point. "Now we selected you because not only are you the smartest girls who applied... but also the most attractive as well." He stepped from behind his lectern and addressed them from the stage.

"We have a tradition here at Chatham which dates back to the school's inception. Girls like yourselves are given the opportunity for an outstanding education, free of tuition, book and lab fees as well as room and board. And in return you will be selected by one of our faculty members as his 'ward.' You will live in his quarters and provide for your Master whatever services he might need—be they laundry, cooking or otherwise." He saw the looks on the girls faces—they were the same every fall with every new batch of girls. "Now you might be thinking of telling your parents or someone of this, or perhaps you'll decide that this isn't the education for you." Mr. Anderson shrugged. "That's fine. Should you choose to drop out, you and your family shall be held financially responsible for the full four years tuition and all of the associated costs."

He took a breath as he let the words sink in. "You all signed the admission forms, your parents as well; so the school is well within it's rights to do so. But it shouldn't come to that now. You will enjoy your time here and when you graduate, the sky's the limit!" He made a waving motion to the stairs on either side of the stage. "Now girls, I want you to come up here and line up along the stage—it's time you met your faculty Masters."

Emilee didn't know what to think. It sure explains why their uniforms are more revealing then the non-scholarship students, but being a 'ward'? She began to doubt rather this was the school she dreamt of going to since she was little. Then Mr. Anderson's words ensued her the choice to drop out was a bad one. Being left with no other choice she had to stay.

Soon she followed the line of girls walking up the stairs to meet their 'Masters'. Standing there on stage with the other girls in a line made feel like she was about to be auctioned off. She was obviously nervous, even a little frightened. Her hands held onto each other for dear life as her heart started to pick up pace when she saw the faculty coming out with large smiles already on their faces.

Daniel made his way into the auditorium, his blue/green hazel eyes fixed on the stage and the new students standing on it so apprehensively. He was nearly six feet tall, and built like a rugby player—broad across the shoulders, with strong arms and legs. He was in his early forties, and thin lines had begin to show at the corners of his eyes, creased there by his nearly perpetual smile. His hair was cut a short in a Caesar cut and flecks of silver had begun to show at his temples and pepper his once dark blonde hair. Taking a seat among his peers he joked lightly with one of them and rubbed his equally short goatee.

"Gentlemen," Mr. Anderson began, "I present to you our newest scholarship students." The faculty in their seats applauded approvingly. "Now as is our tradition, faculty members will be allowed to select their ward in order of tenure." Daniel hadn't set his sights on any particular girl, knowing he would not be amongst the first to choose. There were more senior teachers than him who's wards had graduated last spring, or who had given their's away so that they might always have a new ward each fall. So he sat as the first round of men made their way up onto the stage and examined each of the girls slowly before making their selection and leading the girls off the stage.

As the number of girls on the stage decreased, Emilee grew more nervous as each new faculty member stepped on stage to select their new 'ward' knowing that any second she'll be choosen. She hid her face behind her bangs that fell out of place to hid part of her face. She was frightened and it was easily seen as her hands, holding onto each other, played with the bottom of her skirt while she prayed that the one to have her was merciful.

Girl after girl was selected and Daniel became more impatient for his opportunity to finally make his choice. He watched them go, one by one and although they were each beautiful he wanted to make his choice sooner rather than later. Finally the Headmaster called his name and he made his way up on to the stage. He moved slowly, carefully taking in each of the remaining dozen or so girls in turn. Finally he came to a girl hiding behind her brunette bangs. He saw she wore glasses and he walked slowly around her.

"Stand up straight, let me have a proper look at you." He said softly but sternly as he walked around the girl.

Emilee looked up at him and slowly straighten up. She looked even more nervous now. Despite her nervousness, Emilee moved her bangs back to the side. She didn't let go of her own hand, but she did straighten up her body. She tried to hide her blushes of embarrassment. He was like a vulture with the way he circled her examining her body. She didn't look directly at him as he circled around back to her front feeling his judging eyes piercing through her

Daniel leaned in after appreciating her curves and just how pretty she was hiding behind her bangs and glasses. He spoke softly so that only she could hear him. "That's a good girl," He praised her. "And you know something? I've just realized something that none of my peers had. You're the prettiest of them all. Did you realize that?"

Emilee tensed up as he felt her curves and whispered softly to her. His compliment did make her blush a little and she started to seem to loosen up a bit. She replied back in a soft voice so that only he could hear her. "I... I didn't know that. Thank you though." She sounded shy, but polite when she spoke

"I think you'll be perfect." His words were contemplative as Daniel thought to himself for a moment longer as he made his final decision. "Yes. Yes, you are the one. Now I want you to show all of these other students and those remaining staff members just how pretty you are. Shoulders back, and smile. I want them all to see your beauty as I do." He took a step back and turned to leave the stage. "Now follow me, and try to keep up."

The teacher left the auditorium without looking over his shoulder, expecting that his ward would be with him at every turn. They left the auditorium and out across the campus to where his apartment within the faculty block was located. He looked back over his shoulder at his new ward with an ever growing smile as he pulled his key out of his pocket. "Come on in."

Emilee looked up at him to meet his eyes as he smiled at her claiming she was the one. Then she listened to his instructions and didn't question him. If she wanted to stay at this school and not have to owe hundreds of thousands of dollars, she was gonna have to play her part as an obedient 'ward'. As he walked out off the stage she did as he told her and straightened herself with a smile. It was like he knew she was gonna be immediately obedient since he didn't even look over his shoulder to check if she followed him or not.

As he lead her to his apartment her mind raced. What would he do with her? She didn't mind being like a maid, just having to pick up after him and clean, but she had a slight fear as she walked inside that he might have other plans for her.

Once inside, Daniel slipped off his shoes and placed them on a mat near the door and indicated to his ward to do the same. He watched her for a moment before speaking. "Welcome to your home for the next four years." His voice seemed casual and relaxed. "I am Mr. Dowell, which is how you shall address me in class. Here, however you may address me as Sir, or Master." He didn't bother to ask if she understood—it was a very simple instruction. "Let me give you the tour." He waved to her to follow him through the entryway and to the small living room.

It was well appointed with a nice couch, a couple of upholstered chairs, a flat screen television and several bookshelves. Daniel took a seat in one of the chairs and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. "Now, come kneel here in front of me. Back straight, knees shoulder width apart and your hands clasped behind you." He smiled as he gave the order, slowly testing his new ward to learn if she might resist.

Emilee listened and followed him throughout his apartment after taking her shoes off by the mat. She understood his instructions perfectly, but she remained quiet. He had a nice apartment, far nicer then she thought. It didn't seem he had any trouble keeping it clean.

When her 'Master' pointed to the floor and gave her instructions to kneel. She was hesitant, but she knew she had to obey him. Otherwise he might punish her since he had the full right to do so. Emilee decided to make it easier on herself and sat down on her knees on the spot he pointed at. She blushed brightly as she slowly and stiffly spread her knees making her laced panties clearly visible to him. Then she just as slowly and stiffly put her arms behind her back, not looking directly at him

"Very good, that's a very good start indeed." Daniel was smiling now as he was treated to a better view of his ward, there on her knees before him. "You've even averted your eyes. So intuitive." He was well pleased with his new ward it seemed. "Now this is the position I expect you to take, whenever or wherever I instruct you to kneel. Failing to do so without hesitation will require me to correct you."

He nodded, not that she could see him. "Now, before we continue your introductory lessons I want to know a little more about you. Things like your name, where you're from, what are your favorite subjects and what sorts of interests you have. And I want you to look at me when you speak, unless I order you to avert your eyes. That's not too scary is it?"

Emilee listened to his praise seeming to have pleased him greatly. She slowly looked up at him as he instructed her to do. Kneeling? Like this?! Anytime, but what if she was in public and he told her to do this? Emilee had to learn to live like this for four years. Hopefully her 'Master' wouldn't be as cruel as she feared he'd be.

As she looked at him and answered "N-no... sir. It's not that s-scary." She sounded less nervous, more like embarrassed then anything. "My name is Emilee Buckawitts. I'm from Houston, Texas. My favorite subject is English and well... I like to draw and write." She answered all his listed questions, precise and clear without taking her eyes off him

"Thank you Emilee." Daniel rested his hands on the arms of the chair he was sitting in. "Now I know what they tell you in the orientation, and that's got to be pretty overwhelming. So here's how this all boils down—plain and simple." He leaned forward slightly to look her in the eyes.

"Now I'm responsible for your education and that's a responsibility I take very seriously. I have many expectations of you. I expect you to excel at your academics, you are an Honor Student and I know you'll continue to be one. I expect that you will try your best at everything you do—no matter how small the task. While you are my ward I expect you to serve me in whatever capacity that might be—assisting me to get ready for my classes, chores around here and I will expect you to take care of any other needs I might have." He paused for a second to let his words sink in before continuing. "When you graduate from here you will have your pick of Ivy League schools and the sky's the limit for you. I will be sure that you make the most of your potential while you are here."


A high school honor student with long, dark, wavy brunette hair and sparkling eyes that match her hair color. She wears thin black glasses which complement her intelligent appearance. Her body is slender and curvy, hidden beneath plain clothes before she changes into the school uniform. Emilee is introverted and shy but polite when spoken to. She's nervous about her new environment at Chatham Hall but also shows a strong sense of determination and adaptability as she takes on the unexpected role of being a 'ward'. Despite feeling uncomfortable in certain situations, she is compliant and willing to follow rules for the sake of achieving her academic dreams.

Chatham Hall was an imposing structure built in the early part of the 19th Century. It stood on several hundred acres of pristine land, surrounded by rolling hills, forests, lakes and streams. It was simply an idyllic place dedicated to education. The all girls school had opened it's doors before the Civil War and had produced some of the finest and most successful graduates of any preparatory academy. A fact that the nearly all male staff of Chatham were extremely proud of.

'The Hall', as it was called by faculty and students alike, sat atop a large grassy hill miles from the nearest town was surrounded by smaller ancillary buildings which held classrooms, dormitories, the Dining Hall as well as Faculty Quarters. The first taste of the turning of summer was in the air when the bus carrying the newest crop of incoming freshmen drove up the narrow country lane and the girls inside got their first look at the place they'd call home for the next four years.

Emilee, a high school honor student, couldn't believe she was going to Chatham Hall. It was more beautiful then she imagined with it's breathtaking scenery. She sat alone in her seat surrounded by chatting and excited girls. On the outside she was calm, but on the inside she couldn't wait to start her first day at the amazing school.

Her long, dark, and wavy brunette hair with her matching sparkling eyes made it seem like she was a rich girl, but actually all she did was write an essay and made a perfect score. Her eyes were almost hidden by a pair of thin black glasses that seemed to complete her intelligent girl look. Her body was hidden by her plain shirt and jeans since they haven't got the chance to change into their uniforms yet. It couldn't be seen, but she had a thin and curvy body with slightly above average breast and rounded rear. As they approached the school it grew harder and harder to contain her excitement.

Daniel Dowell crossed the campus his nose buried in a book, hardly paying attention to the world around him until he heard the bus make it's final turn on the large circle drive in front of the Hall. He smiled to himself knowing that this was finally his year. He'd been tenured and with it came new opportunities. He watched as the door opened and a flock of pretty young girls poured from the bus and were herded inside by one of the administrative staff. Quickly checking his watch he smiled and made his way to the auditorium.

"Inside ladies," the man with the clipboard instructed the girls. "Nevermind about your suitcases... full tuition students to the left, scholarship students to the right." He watched as they all made their way inside. He was a pimply sort of man, round and soft in all the wrong places and he seemed to take delight in his position. "Follow me." He said rather flatly to the scholarship girls as he held up his pen and led them from the large and airy rotunda down a side hallway and into a large room. "You'll be issued your uniforms here—please be sure to change into them quickly girls, there's a lot we have to cover today." With that he turned and left the room.

A couple of young women came in, dressed in their school uniforms to assist the two dozen or so scholarship students. They asked each their sizes and then handed them a very short plaid skirt-barely enough to cover themselves, a thin, white button-up blouse, a pair of long white knee-high socks, a lacy white bra and a little pair of white g-string panties along with black patent Mary Jane shoes. "You can put your old clothes in the bag we've provided. Now please get changed quickly so we can get you all over to orientation!" One of the upperclassmen girls said cheerily.

When Emilee was handed over her uniform, she was surprised to see the skirts so short and they were actually given what most considered sexy under garments. But she tried to ignore it, everyone here was either a girl or a male teacher. Which she was sure they were more focused on educating the girls rather then fantasize about them.

She quickly changed into her uniform feeling a bit uncomfortable with how revealing it was on her. The other girls didn't seem to have a problem. She sighed finding it hard to get used to her new uniform and made her way to the auditorium for orientation.

The auditorium was crowded with young girls seeming to adjust to everything much quicker then she was. Then again a lot of these girls are used to going to fancy schools while this was her first time at a boarding school. The auditorium was filled with the sounds of girls chatting and giggling with their friends. Emilee sat in the more I saw it is section of the auditorium since she had no friends here and saw no reason to be in a crowd of girls she didn't even know.

The orientation was pretty straightforward—the Headmaster speaking about academic excellence, the school's honor code, extracurricular activities. Just the sort of things you'd expect from an orientation. What was particularly noticeable however was that the uniforms of the non-scholarship girls seems significantly more conservative. Their blouses were fuller, some even wore sweaters and the skirts looked much longer than the one Emilee had been issued.

Finally near the end of the orientation the Headmaster called for all the 'full students' to go out into the hall to receive their room and roommate assignments—the scholarship students were to remain in their seats so they he could cover the specifics of the terms of their scholarship. "Girls," Mr. Anderson said after they were alone. "You have a very special opportunity here at Chatham Hall—the chance at an education your parents couldn't dream of providing you." He nodded heavily to emphasize his point. "Now we selected you because not only are you the smartest girls who applied... but also the most attractive as well." He stepped from behind his lectern and addressed them from the stage.

"We have a tradition here at Chatham which dates back to the school's inception. Girls like yourselves are given the opportunity for an outstanding education, free of tuition, book and lab fees as well as room and board. And in return you will be selected by one of our faculty members as his 'ward.' You will live in his quarters and provide for your Master whatever services he might need—be they laundry, cooking or otherwise." He saw the looks on the girls faces—they were the same every fall with every new batch of girls. "Now you might be thinking of telling your parents or someone of this, or perhaps you'll decide that this isn't the education for you." Mr. Anderson shrugged. "That's fine. Should you choose to drop out, you and your family shall be held financially responsible for the full four years tuition and all of the associated costs."

He took a breath as he let the words sink in. "You all signed the admission forms, your parents as well; so the school is well within it's rights to do so. But it shouldn't come to that now. You will enjoy your time here and when you graduate, the sky's the limit!" He made a waving motion to the stairs on either side of the stage. "Now girls, I want you to come up here and line up along the stage—it's time you met your faculty Masters."

Emilee didn't know what to think. It sure explains why their uniforms are more revealing then the non-scholarship students, but being a 'ward'? She began to doubt rather this was the school she dreamt of going to since she was little. Then Mr. Anderson's words ensued her the choice to drop out was a bad one. Being left with no other choice she had to stay.

Soon she followed the line of girls walking up the stairs to meet their 'Masters'. Standing there on stage with the other girls in a line made feel like she was about to be auctioned off. She was obviously nervous, even a little frightened. Her hands held onto each other for dear life as her heart started to pick up pace when she saw the faculty coming out with large smiles already on their faces.

Daniel made his way into the auditorium, his blue/green hazel eyes fixed on the stage and the new students standing on it so apprehensively. He was nearly six feet tall, and built like a rugby player—broad across the shoulders, with strong arms and legs. He was in his early forties, and thin lines had begin to show at the corners of his eyes, creased there by his nearly perpetual smile. His hair was cut a short in a Caesar cut and flecks of silver had begun to show at his temples and pepper his once dark blonde hair. Taking a seat among his peers he joked lightly with one of them and rubbed his equally short goatee.

"Gentlemen," Mr. Anderson began, "I present to you our newest scholarship students." The faculty in their seats applauded approvingly. "Now as is our tradition, faculty members will be allowed to select their ward in order of tenure." Daniel hadn't set his sights on any particular girl, knowing he would not be amongst the first to choose. There were more senior teachers than him who's wards had graduated last spring, or who had given their's away so that they might always have a new ward each fall. So he sat as the first round of men made their way up onto the stage and examined each of the girls slowly before making their selection and leading the girls off the stage.

As the number of girls on the stage decreased, Emilee grew more nervous as each new faculty member stepped on stage to select their new 'ward' knowing that any second she'll be choosen. She hid her face behind her bangs that fell out of place to hid part of her face. She was frightened and it was easily seen as her hands, holding onto each other, played with the bottom of her skirt while she prayed that the one to have her was merciful.

Girl after girl was selected and Daniel became more impatient for his opportunity to finally make his choice. He watched them go, one by one and although they were each beautiful he wanted to make his choice sooner rather than later. Finally the Headmaster called his name and he made his way up on to the stage. He moved slowly, carefully taking in each of the remaining dozen or so girls in turn. Finally he came to a girl hiding behind her brunette bangs. He saw she wore glasses and he walked slowly around her.

"Stand up straight, let me have a proper look at you." He said softly but sternly as he walked around the girl.

Emilee looked up at him and slowly straighten up. She looked even more nervous now. Despite her nervousness, Emilee moved her bangs back to the side. She didn't let go of her own hand, but she did straighten up her body. She tried to hide her blushes of embarrassment. He was like a vulture with the way he circled her examining her body. She didn't look directly at him as he circled around back to her front feeling his judging eyes piercing through her

Daniel leaned in after appreciating her curves and just how pretty she was hiding behind her bangs and glasses. He spoke softly so that only she could hear him. "That's a good girl," He praised her. "And you know something? I've just realized something that none of my peers had. You're the prettiest of them all. Did you realize that?"

Emilee tensed up as he felt her curves and whispered softly to her. His compliment did make her blush a little and she started to seem to loosen up a bit. She replied back in a soft voice so that only he could hear her. "I... I didn't know that. Thank you though." She sounded shy, but polite when she spoke

"I think you'll be perfect." His words were contemplative as Daniel thought to himself for a moment longer as he made his final decision. "Yes. Yes, you are the one. Now I want you to show all of these other students and those remaining staff members just how pretty you are. Shoulders back, and smile. I want them all to see your beauty as I do." He took a step back and turned to leave the stage. "Now follow me, and try to keep up."

The teacher left the auditorium without looking over his shoulder, expecting that his ward would be with him at every turn. They left the auditorium and out across the campus to where his apartment within the faculty block was located. He looked back over his shoulder at his new ward with an ever growing smile as he pulled his key out of his pocket. "Come on in."

Emilee looked up at him to meet his eyes as he smiled at her claiming she was the one. Then she listened to his instructions and didn't question him. If she wanted to stay at this school and not have to owe hundreds of thousands of dollars, she was gonna have to play her part as an obedient 'ward'. As he walked out off the stage she did as he told her and straightened herself with a smile. It was like he knew she was gonna be immediately obedient since he didn't even look over his shoulder to check if she followed him or not.

As he lead her to his apartment her mind raced. What would he do with her? She didn't mind being like a maid, just having to pick up after him and clean, but she had a slight fear as she walked inside that he might have other plans for her.

Once inside, Daniel slipped off his shoes and placed them on a mat near the door and indicated to his ward to do the same. He watched her for a moment before speaking. "Welcome to your home for the next four years." His voice seemed casual and relaxed. "I am Mr. Dowell, which is how you shall address me in class. Here, however you may address me as Sir, or Master." He didn't bother to ask if she understood—it was a very simple instruction. "Let me give you the tour." He waved to her to follow him through the entryway and to the small living room.

It was well appointed with a nice couch, a couple of upholstered chairs, a flat screen television and several bookshelves. Daniel took a seat in one of the chairs and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. "Now, come kneel here in front of me. Back straight, knees shoulder width apart and your hands clasped behind you." He smiled as he gave the order, slowly testing his new ward to learn if she might resist.

Emilee listened and followed him throughout his apartment after taking her shoes off by the mat. She understood his instructions perfectly, but she remained quiet. He had a nice apartment, far nicer then she thought. It didn't seem he had any trouble keeping it clean.

When her 'Master' pointed to the floor and gave her instructions to kneel. She was hesitant, but she knew she had to obey him. Otherwise he might punish her since he had the full right to do so. Emilee decided to make it easier on herself and sat down on her knees on the spot he pointed at. She blushed brightly as she slowly and stiffly spread her knees making her laced panties clearly visible to him. Then she just as slowly and stiffly put her arms behind her back, not looking directly at him

"Very good, that's a very good start indeed." Daniel was smiling now as he was treated to a better view of his ward, there on her knees before him. "You've even averted your eyes. So intuitive." He was well pleased with his new ward it seemed. "Now this is the position I expect you to take, whenever or wherever I instruct you to kneel. Failing to do so without hesitation will require me to correct you."

He nodded, not that she could see him. "Now, before we continue your introductory lessons I want to know a little more about you. Things like your name, where you're from, what are your favorite subjects and what sorts of interests you have. And I want you to look at me when you speak, unless I order you to avert your eyes. That's not too scary is it?"

Emilee listened to his praise seeming to have pleased him greatly. She slowly looked up at him as he instructed her to do. Kneeling? Like this?! Anytime, but what if she was in public and he told her to do this? Emilee had to learn to live like this for four years. Hopefully her 'Master' wouldn't be as cruel as she feared he'd be.

As she looked at him and answered "N-no... sir. It's not that s-scary." She sounded less nervous, more like embarrassed then anything. "My name is Emilee Buckawitts. I'm from Houston, Texas. My favorite subject is English and well... I like to draw and write." She answered all his listed questions, precise and clear without taking her eyes off him


A fairy with large breasts and wings with an otherworldly beauty. She has a flat stomach and delicate thighs, which Seraph often fondles during their encounter. Initially inexperienced and naive about sexual matters, she exhibits curiosity and adaptability, quickly learning to enjoy the new sensations introduced by Seraph. Despite her inexperience, she doesn't shy away from her desires but instead communicates them openly. Her willingness to please Seraph indicates a submissive side to her personality. She also possesses an innate kindness and consideration for others, as shown by her concern for Seraph's needs and comfort during their intimate moments.

Ellie moaned happily as she kept on sucking his cock. When he ordered her to use her tits more, Ellie happily obliged, bouncing her huge tits up and down on his massive cock. "Are all dicks this big? Or are you just, special?" Ellie couldn't help asking before she went back to licking and sucking on the head of his cock, enjoying the taste of his precum almost as much as she had liked his hot cum.

Seraph groaned in pleasure his blue eyes blazing as he watched as she increased her pace with her huge tits. "Ohhh your tits feel amazing." Growling more as he watched her tilting his head a bit and grinned. "No. Not all dicks get this big." He rested his hips back down on the bed and let her keep bouncing her huge tits up and down his thick shaft the large head bulging more. The slit started gushing more and more precum for her. "Male shifters can be different."

Ellie kept going, loving how this man reacted. He was encouraging her and almost demanding more as his cock just gushed and gushed. It wasn't like the first time, he wasn't a volcano erupting, but she figured it might be coming. "Different how? I'm sorry... I've never done this before, sex in any form." Ellie said, before going back to sucking on the head of his cock.

Seraph growled low his blue eyes blazing as his massive cock throbbed and flexed even more now as he got closer and closer to erupting again. The thick base of his cock was swelling more his large balls swelling more as well. "Ohhh. Shifters as a race tend to be more fertile. We tend to be larger." He groaned sitting up a bit more as she started sucking on the head of his cock more, the large head of his cock bulged as the head of his cock gushing more precum.

Ellie kept bouncing her tits, but now, her hands were also stroking his hard cock while she sucked on his head. She could feel how close he was, and she desperately wanted to swallow all of it. She listened as he explained, but Ellie had to admit she didn't quite know what he meant. After all, it wasn't like she'd ever even seen a dick before now.

Seraph growled as he felt his release fast on it's way from all the pleasure. "OHhh here it comes!!" Sitting up his strong hands going to the sides of her huge tits squeezing them firmly and rocking them more at the base. He grunted some more squeezing her tits more as his massive cock began to erupt the large head erupting in another huge load shooting even more thick potent gushes of cum into her mouth and her throat. "AHHHH!!"

Ellie blushed as she heard the man say it was coming. His hands on her tits made Ellie moan loudly as he squeezed and played with them. She couldn't help but wonder what other things would feel good with him. It was exciting, and she was feeling some wetness forming in her pussy, something she had never had happen before. Meanwhile, Ellie focused on swallowing all of the cum that Seraph had to give her, moaning as she tasted the sweet cum. It was very much an addiction for her, if only because she had to have it to live, but this man was yummy, and she loved it so damn much.

Seraph's strong hands squeezed her huge tits more as his massive cock continued to erupt deep into her mouth and throat as she swallowed till the large head stopped gushing cum. His powerful body shuddered in pleasure as she continued sucking on his massive cock, his strong hands still squeezing her huge tits more his thumbs rubbed over her hard nipples. "OHHH!" He caught the scent of her pussy juices as he pussy got all wet and ready for him. "You smell amazing."

Ellie moaned as the man kept squeezing her tits. Ellie finally pulled her mouth off of his cock as she caught his words. "Uh... thank you? I guess?" Ellie didn't really know how to respond to his compliment, if it even was one. Why had she offered herself in this way? She didn't know anything about what she had offered. She had never done any of this before, and she was sure that he knew how inexperienced she seemed.

Seraph squeezed her huge tits some more squeezing them around his massive cock throbbing between the warm fleshy pillows. "Mmm." He grinned he had caught on that this was her first time, he found this to be a fantastic opportunity. "Shifter's senses are much stronger than some of the other races." Letting go of her huge tits his massive cock still very hard even though he had shot huge amounts of cum both times. "Lay on the bed." His deep voice rumbled and his blue eyes glowed slightly in the dim lighting of the room.

Ellie moaned as he continued squeezing her huge tits. It felt really good, not to mention the man was clearly experienced in this area. "I liked how that felt, your huge cock nestled into my huge tits." Ellie admitted with a blush. She hadn't expected to like this at all, considering this was the only way she could get what she needed. "I didn't know that... you're kind of the first person I've met that's not a fairy, other that that goddess." Ellie admitted. Ellie's eyes widened as she stared at his cock when she freed herself of it to do as he said. She didn't understand at all how he was still rock hard. Like, didn't he need a break? Still, Ellie was enjoying herself, and knew she had to do as he said. If she didn't, he could prevent her from getting what she needed from him. Ellie took in the giant bed the man had, and then laid on her back in the middle of it, wondering what he had planned next.

Seraph flexed his massive cock for her as she looked at it in awe. He grinned and have her ass a playful spank as she moved. He was enjoying watching her blush and how her scent filled the room. Moving with her he rubbed her legs up and down before he spread them wide to get a good look at her pussy. Locking his lips he leaned in and kissed her inner thighs back and forth sucking lightly on the flesh. "Mmm. I will teach you, and show you amazing pleasurable things."

Ellie let out a little yelp when she felt the man spank her ass. It felt good. "What can I call you?" Ellie asked curiously. Her curiosity soon got overpowered as Seraph spread her legs as wide as he could get them, which surprised her. Goodness, Ellie didn't know what it was that was going to happen. But, for what it was worth, this werewolf was being quite tender with her. His kisses had Ellie let out a soft moan before he mentioned he would teach her everything.

"Mmm." Seraph kissed her inner thighs back and forth some more his teeth dragging over her soft flesh slowly. " Seraph. " He raised his head so that his mouth was right over her wet pussy lips. "What shall I call you?" His eyes did not leave here as he leaned in kissing her pussy lips slowly with his tongue licking between her lips. " Mmm. "

Seraph. That was an interesting name. Ellie moaned as his hot heat stayed right there almost in her opening. "Ellie." She finally said. Before much longer, Ellie was moaning loudly, having to grip the man's bedsheets from the rush of pleasure that was currently going through her.

Seraph nuzzles his lips into hers as he started licking inside her at her inner lips and pushing his long tongue deeper. "Mmm!" Her moans of pleasure made his massive cock even harder. His strong hands going to her thighs and squeezing firmly as he got a little rougher with how he squeezed and licked her. Nuzzling her pussy more his nose rubbing hard into her clit as he worked to go deeper.

Before long, Ellie was experiencing something incredibly good. The man's tongue was seriously making her feel such pleasure, and she hadn't expected that from him. Well, it's not like Ellie knew anything about how things like this would feel. She was weaker than most, and Ellie was soon screaming in pleasure at his actions. Then, out of nowhere, Ellie felt like she was going to burst as she hit her very first orgasm of her life.

Seraph groaned into her pussy as he felt her first orgasm rocked her entire body he watched how she shuddered in pleasure and then screamed out as it crashed down on her. Lifting his head he grinned his blue eyes blazing as he looked up at her as she moaned. His strong hands squeezing her thighs firmly and keeping her legs spread wide for him. "Mmm, you taste so good Ellie." He growled her name low leaning his head down and licking her pussy lips up and down slowly for a moment or two. "That was your first orgasm, Ellie."

Ellie was completely shocked at what had been happening to her. She didn't know what was happening, but she kind of liked it. He kept licking even after she had released, and the way he said her name sent thrills down her spine. "I liked it, thank you." Ellie said with a smile. "What happens next?" Ellie asked, wondering what Seraph had in mind. If only because she was new to this, and he was literally leading her the way he wanted her to do things when it came to sex between them.

Seraph kissed her clit lightly his hands rubbing her inner thighs up and down slowly and squeezing firmly. "Mmm, I'm going to show you the things that I like and help to show you what you like." He grinned his blue eyes glowing brightly before he started moving his body up some and getting on his knees. His massive cock sticking straight out the large head bulging. "You are new to all of this but i have no problem teaching you." He moved between her legs being careful of her wings and rested his massive cock on her stomach his large balls rubbing over her pussy lips then resting on her clit.

Ellie moaned as she felt Seraph's hands rubbing her inner thighs. He was so tender and almost loving about it, and she loved that so much. His blue eyes were mesmerizing as he stared down at her. "You're really handsome." Ellie couldn't help but say. She had to admit she rather liked the feeling of his massive cock on her flat stomach, with his balls rubbing on her clit. It made her moan happily. "I appreciate you teaching me. You're the only man who's ever going to have me in this way. I'm so attracted to you, and I like you more than I planned." Ellie said. "I mean, I wouldn't give myself to just anyone."

Seraph smiled at her his long hair was still tied up in what looked to be an intricate knot. But his blue eyes looked deep into her eyes as he moved his hips some dragging his massive cock over the flat of his stomach. His thick shaft throbbed and flexed the rock hard flesh was very warm, his heavy balls rubbing into her pussy and her clit more. "I believe you Ellie and you are very beautiful. I've not met a Faye before." He grinned some more as he looked at her flexing his massive cock so it rubbed her stomach some more. "Go ahead and touch it."

Ellie was kind of shocked at how much she liked Seraph already. He moved again, rubbing his cock on her flat stomach, making Ellie moan as his balls rubbed into her pussy and clit. God, he was so big, but it felt so good, she was already feeling like she wanted more. She did as he said, touching and running one hand over his massive length with a stupid grin on her face. Her face went red with a blush as he had called her beautiful, but she focused on stroking his cock.

Seraph groaned in pleasure as he watched her using one hand stroking his massive length his thick shaft throbbed more. "Use both hands." He growled low as he spoke to her his heavy balls still rubbing against her pussy lips and her clit. His strong hands rubbed up and down her legs going from her ankles all the way up to her thighs squeezing firmly. His feelings for her were different but he found that he could grow to very much care for her. She was unique and beautiful and he was glad that she showed up in his room to suck on his cock.

Ellie moaned louder as Seraph told her to use both hands. She had no idea how this was supposed to be very fun, but that wasn't her call. He was more experienced at this than she was, so really, she had to do whatever he said. Ellie moaned out as he squeezed her legs and his balls kept rubbing on her clit.

"Put one hand around the base and then your other hand at the middle. Then stroke up and down at the same time." Seraph groaned through feeling the warmth of her body as well as her one hand. The large head of his massive cock bulged the shaft getting a little longer as he got harder. He had no intention on letting her get away from him he was going to keep her and he wanted her to be his mate.

Ellie happily did what Seraph wanted her to. If this was what she was supposed to do, she could do so for him. "Do you like it?" Ellie asked him. Sure, he was already getting harder, but she couldn't tell what he really wanted. She was just doing whatever he wanted of her. After all, she liked him, not to mention that she needed him, so she could stay alive.

Seraph grinned down at her enjoying how she stroked his massive cock his heavy balls rubbing along her pussy lips more and pressed into her clit. "I do, with as large as I am your always gonna need to use both hands or just those wonderful tits of yours." His strong hands continued rubbing her legs up and down squeezing firmly as he massaged them. "How much cum do you need to take in?"

Ellie was happy to do whatever made her werewolf happy. She moaned loudly as he massaged her legs and still rubbed his balls on her clit. It felt way too damn good. Like, how had Ellie never been with anyone? "I don't know. You're the werewolf I picked. Right now, I don't feel particularly drained, so I don't need it again yet."


A dominant and experienced man, with a strong physical presence emphasized by his large size, which is typical of male shifters in this universe. His eyes are blue and often glow brightly during intimate moments. He has long hair tied up intricately. Seraph enjoys taking the lead during sexual encounters, guiding Ellie through her first experiences with patience and care. Despite his commanding personality, he displays tenderness and attentiveness towards Ellie, indicating a considerate nature. His actions also suggest that he might be interested in forming a deeper bond with her beyond their physical relationship.

Ellie moaned happily as she kept on sucking his cock. When he ordered her to use her tits more, Ellie happily obliged, bouncing her huge tits up and down on his massive cock. "Are all dicks this big? Or are you just, special?" Ellie couldn't help asking before she went back to licking and sucking on the head of his cock, enjoying the taste of his precum almost as much as she had liked his hot cum.

Seraph groaned in pleasure his blue eyes blazing as he watched as she increased her pace with her huge tits. "Ohhh your tits feel amazing." Growling more as he watched her tilting his head a bit and grinned. "No. Not all dicks get this big." He rested his hips back down on the bed and let her keep bouncing her huge tits up and down his thick shaft the large head bulging more. The slit started gushing more and more precum for her. "Male shifters can be different."

Ellie kept going, loving how this man reacted. He was encouraging her and almost demanding more as his cock just gushed and gushed. It wasn't like the first time, he wasn't a volcano erupting, but she figured it might be coming. "Different how? I'm sorry... I've never done this before, sex in any form." Ellie said, before going back to sucking on the head of his cock.

Seraph growled low his blue eyes blazing as his massive cock throbbed and flexed even more now as he got closer and closer to erupting again. The thick base of his cock was swelling more his large balls swelling more as well. "Ohhh. Shifters as a race tend to be more fertile. We tend to be larger." He groaned sitting up a bit more as she started sucking on the head of his cock more, the large head of his cock bulged as the head of his cock gushing more precum.

Ellie kept bouncing her tits, but now, her hands were also stroking his hard cock while she sucked on his head. She could feel how close he was, and she desperately wanted to swallow all of it. She listened as he explained, but Ellie had to admit she didn't quite know what he meant. After all, it wasn't like she'd ever even seen a dick before now.

Seraph growled as he felt his release fast on it's way from all the pleasure. "OHhh here it comes!!" Sitting up his strong hands going to the sides of her huge tits squeezing them firmly and rocking them more at the base. He grunted some more squeezing her tits more as his massive cock began to erupt the large head erupting in another huge load shooting even more thick potent gushes of cum into her mouth and her throat. "AHHHH!!"

Ellie blushed as she heard the man say it was coming. His hands on her tits made Ellie moan loudly as he squeezed and played with them. She couldn't help but wonder what other things would feel good with him. It was exciting, and she was feeling some wetness forming in her pussy, something she had never had happen before. Meanwhile, Ellie focused on swallowing all of the cum that Seraph had to give her, moaning as she tasted the sweet cum. It was very much an addiction for her, if only because she had to have it to live, but this man was yummy, and she loved it so damn much.

Seraph's strong hands squeezed her huge tits more as his massive cock continued to erupt deep into her mouth and throat as she swallowed till the large head stopped gushing cum. His powerful body shuddered in pleasure as she continued sucking on his massive cock, his strong hands still squeezing her huge tits more his thumbs rubbed over her hard nipples. "OHHH!" He caught the scent of her pussy juices as he pussy got all wet and ready for him. "You smell amazing."

Ellie moaned as the man kept squeezing her tits. Ellie finally pulled her mouth off of his cock as she caught his words. "Uh... thank you? I guess?" Ellie didn't really know how to respond to his compliment, if it even was one. Why had she offered herself in this way? She didn't know anything about what she had offered. She had never done any of this before, and she was sure that he knew how inexperienced she seemed.

Seraph squeezed her huge tits some more squeezing them around his massive cock throbbing between the warm fleshy pillows. "Mmm." He grinned he had caught on that this was her first time, he found this to be a fantastic opportunity. "Shifter's senses are much stronger than some of the other races." Letting go of her huge tits his massive cock still very hard even though he had shot huge amounts of cum both times. "Lay on the bed." His deep voice rumbled and his blue eyes glowed slightly in the dim lighting of the room.

Ellie moaned as he continued squeezing her huge tits. It felt really good, not to mention the man was clearly experienced in this area. "I liked how that felt, your huge cock nestled into my huge tits." Ellie admitted with a blush. She hadn't expected to like this at all, considering this was the only way she could get what she needed. "I didn't know that... you're kind of the first person I've met that's not a fairy, other that that goddess." Ellie admitted. Ellie's eyes widened as she stared at his cock when she freed herself of it to do as he said. She didn't understand at all how he was still rock hard. Like, didn't he need a break? Still, Ellie was enjoying herself, and knew she had to do as he said. If she didn't, he could prevent her from getting what she needed from him. Ellie took in the giant bed the man had, and then laid on her back in the middle of it, wondering what he had planned next.

Seraph flexed his massive cock for her as she looked at it in awe. He grinned and have her ass a playful spank as she moved. He was enjoying watching her blush and how her scent filled the room. Moving with her he rubbed her legs up and down before he spread them wide to get a good look at her pussy. Locking his lips he leaned in and kissed her inner thighs back and forth sucking lightly on the flesh. "Mmm. I will teach you, and show you amazing pleasurable things."

Ellie let out a little yelp when she felt the man spank her ass. It felt good. "What can I call you?" Ellie asked curiously. Her curiosity soon got overpowered as Seraph spread her legs as wide as he could get them, which surprised her. Goodness, Ellie didn't know what it was that was going to happen. But, for what it was worth, this werewolf was being quite tender with her. His kisses had Ellie let out a soft moan before he mentioned he would teach her everything.

"Mmm." Seraph kissed her inner thighs back and forth some more his teeth dragging over her soft flesh slowly. " Seraph. " He raised his head so that his mouth was right over her wet pussy lips. "What shall I call you?" His eyes did not leave here as he leaned in kissing her pussy lips slowly with his tongue licking between her lips. " Mmm. "

Seraph. That was an interesting name. Ellie moaned as his hot heat stayed right there almost in her opening. "Ellie." She finally said. Before much longer, Ellie was moaning loudly, having to grip the man's bedsheets from the rush of pleasure that was currently going through her.

Seraph nuzzles his lips into hers as he started licking inside her at her inner lips and pushing his long tongue deeper. "Mmm!" Her moans of pleasure made his massive cock even harder. His strong hands going to her thighs and squeezing firmly as he got a little rougher with how he squeezed and licked her. Nuzzling her pussy more his nose rubbing hard into her clit as he worked to go deeper.

Before long, Ellie was experiencing something incredibly good. The man's tongue was seriously making her feel such pleasure, and she hadn't expected that from him. Well, it's not like Ellie knew anything about how things like this would feel. She was weaker than most, and Ellie was soon screaming in pleasure at his actions. Then, out of nowhere, Ellie felt like she was going to burst as she hit her very first orgasm of her life.

Seraph groaned into her pussy as he felt her first orgasm rocked her entire body he watched how she shuddered in pleasure and then screamed out as it crashed down on her. Lifting his head he grinned his blue eyes blazing as he looked up at her as she moaned. His strong hands squeezing her thighs firmly and keeping her legs spread wide for him. "Mmm, you taste so good Ellie." He growled her name low leaning his head down and licking her pussy lips up and down slowly for a moment or two. "That was your first orgasm, Ellie."

Ellie was completely shocked at what had been happening to her. She didn't know what was happening, but she kind of liked it. He kept licking even after she had released, and the way he said her name sent thrills down her spine. "I liked it, thank you." Ellie said with a smile. "What happens next?" Ellie asked, wondering what Seraph had in mind. If only because she was new to this, and he was literally leading her the way he wanted her to do things when it came to sex between them.

Seraph kissed her clit lightly his hands rubbing her inner thighs up and down slowly and squeezing firmly. "Mmm, I'm going to show you the things that I like and help to show you what you like." He grinned his blue eyes glowing brightly before he started moving his body up some and getting on his knees. His massive cock sticking straight out the large head bulging. "You are new to all of this but i have no problem teaching you." He moved between her legs being careful of her wings and rested his massive cock on her stomach his large balls rubbing over her pussy lips then resting on her clit.

Ellie moaned as she felt Seraph's hands rubbing her inner thighs. He was so tender and almost loving about it, and she loved that so much. His blue eyes were mesmerizing as he stared down at her. "You're really handsome." Ellie couldn't help but say. She had to admit she rather liked the feeling of his massive cock on her flat stomach, with his balls rubbing on her clit. It made her moan happily. "I appreciate you teaching me. You're the only man who's ever going to have me in this way. I'm so attracted to you, and I like you more than I planned." Ellie said. "I mean, I wouldn't give myself to just anyone."

Seraph smiled at her his long hair was still tied up in what looked to be an intricate knot. But his blue eyes looked deep into her eyes as he moved his hips some dragging his massive cock over the flat of his stomach. His thick shaft throbbed and flexed the rock hard flesh was very warm, his heavy balls rubbing into her pussy and her clit more. "I believe you Ellie and you are very beautiful. I've not met a Faye before." He grinned some more as he looked at her flexing his massive cock so it rubbed her stomach some more. "Go ahead and touch it."

Ellie was kind of shocked at how much she liked Seraph already. He moved again, rubbing his cock on her flat stomach, making Ellie moan as his balls rubbed into her pussy and clit. God, he was so big, but it felt so good, she was already feeling like she wanted more. She did as he said, touching and running one hand over his massive length with a stupid grin on her face. Her face went red with a blush as he had called her beautiful, but she focused on stroking his cock.

Seraph groaned in pleasure as he watched her using one hand stroking his massive length his thick shaft throbbed more. "Use both hands." He growled low as he spoke to her his heavy balls still rubbing against her pussy lips and her clit. His strong hands rubbed up and down her legs going from her ankles all the way up to her thighs squeezing firmly. His feelings for her were different but he found that he could grow to very much care for her. She was unique and beautiful and he was glad that she showed up in his room to suck on his cock.

Ellie moaned louder as Seraph told her to use both hands. She had no idea how this was supposed to be very fun, but that wasn't her call. He was more experienced at this than she was, so really, she had to do whatever he said. Ellie moaned out as he squeezed her legs and his balls kept rubbing on her clit.

"Put one hand around the base and then your other hand at the middle. Then stroke up and down at the same time." Seraph groaned through feeling the warmth of her body as well as her one hand. The large head of his massive cock bulged the shaft getting a little longer as he got harder. He had no intention on letting her get away from him he was going to keep her and he wanted her to be his mate.

Ellie happily did what Seraph wanted her to. If this was what she was supposed to do, she could do so for him. "Do you like it?" Ellie asked him. Sure, he was already getting harder, but she couldn't tell what he really wanted. She was just doing whatever he wanted of her. After all, she liked him, not to mention that she needed him, so she could stay alive.

Seraph grinned down at her enjoying how she stroked his massive cock his heavy balls rubbing along her pussy lips more and pressed into her clit. "I do, with as large as I am your always gonna need to use both hands or just those wonderful tits of yours." His strong hands continued rubbing her legs up and down squeezing firmly as he massaged them. "How much cum do you need to take in?"

Ellie was happy to do whatever made her werewolf happy. She moaned loudly as he massaged her legs and still rubbed his balls on her clit. It felt way too damn good. Like, how had Ellie never been with anyone? "I don't know. You're the werewolf I picked. Right now, I don't feel particularly drained, so I don't need it again yet."

Seraph nodded to her leaning down some and kissing over one of her huge tits licking around her areola and her nipples. "MMmm, I will make sure to keep an eye out for the signs." He growled low as he licked and started to suckle on her nipple pulling on the nipple with his lips. His hands rubbing her legs up and down more.