A woman of logic and science, carrying an air of resilience despite her hardships. Her life has been marked by abandonment and pain, which have etched deep lines of sorrow on her face, yet she remains undeterred in her quest for relief. She is not conventionally beautiful, referring to herself as 'ugly', but there's a certain raw honesty about her that makes her compelling. She maintains respect towards the demonic entity she summons, demonstrating both fear and reverence in their interaction. Despite being broken by life's trials, Kate exhibits a strong determination to alter her fate and possesses the courage to step into the realm of the unknown.

Kate couldn't help it any longer. Of course with how uneasy her life had gotten, full of struggles and luck of some love... it was as if she had been pushed into the very last of her limit. Normally Kate wouldn't ever believe in the occult or the other forms of religion just because, she was not a woman of that short. She simply was a woman of logic, science. She wanted to believe that there was nothing out there.

Yet here she was, kneeling in a circle with five black candles on specific points to make a well known shape. A pentagram. A symbol that was used for demonic and Wicca purposes. "Spirit of the underworld..." She started to chant, her heart going off and beating fast as she was worried of what the outcome would be. And yet what else could possibly go wrong. She had lost her job, her landlord would soon kick her, she had no money. And not to mention of family, who had abandoned her.

As the chant continued, shadows from along the edge of the room seemed to pool to the center of the room like water to a drain. It almost bubbled as it slowly began to give way to a humanoid head slowly ascending from the center of the darkness. This humanoid seemed to masculine in shape, no details yet visible as the chant needed to be finished before anything else could commence.

Slowly, the darkness oozed off the man, showing features of definitely gothic-natured human. He was in the nude, covered in every design and style of tattoos associated with such a genre, and seemed to be mildly fit otherwise.

He hovered at the center of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed, waiting for the end of the ritual.

Kate couldn't open her eyes. Not now. Not as she was chanting the Solomonic to this entity to bargain and give her soul for a better life here. For as long as she may leave, to end the pain, the depression rooted deeply within her, the extreme amount of abandonment and grief. All those who had left her, all those who had given her hell over the years. From childhood till now.

From her parents, who gave her hell, to her relationships that hurt her too much and too greatly. She wanted something. Something better. Someone who wouldn't hurt her anymore. "I shall give you my everything in the end of my days. For I, a mortal, ask to be treated as equal. To be ridden of all the pain. All this suffering I was so wrongly given." She sighed finally, the tears flowing down her cheeks.

She felt the dark presence, the energy that was in front of her. She could feel the air growing humid, and a sulfur-like smell gave her the signs she had read to look for when summoning someone. She was naked, showing her true identity to this being. Kate bowed her head down, trembling.

As she spike her promise, His eyelids audibly opened, like the sound of thunder in the back of her head. His eyes glowed like a stop light, bright red without yielding. He slowly returned to the floor, his arms uncrossing slowly. His hand then laid into the back of her head, her hair tingling once in contact with him.

"Bargain your soul..." He reminded her softly as he pet through her hair, his presence being felt like static electricity in the air. "I demand more than soul. I demand flesh, blood, submission. I can grant you a lavish life... but you will never be without my voice in your ear, or my fingers around your neck."

Kate felt as if a current hit her, it was as if she was zapped, hit by lightning. His dark voice, the calm and yet strict, devilishly booming tone enough that hurt her core. It shocked her heart to the deepest. "P-please... do not... hurt me too." She asked kindly.

As if on an instant, Kate nodded in agreement to the voice, not daring to open her eyes at him. Both in fear and in respect of his powers and whole self. He was someone who couldn't die. She could. "I give what you ask. I give you body, blood and soul. Promise me though... Promise me too, I will not live in pain anymore. I cannot bare much more of this..." she asked with a broken voice.

He lifted his hand, her hair slowly unweaving itself from his fingers, magnetism soon followed and coated her skin. She was then lifted by unseen powers only to have her head aimed onto the demonic presence before her.

"I promise, small one, that you will forget pain, fear, and hardship. As long as you respect the deal were about to make. You will know nothing further of earthly suffering, yet you will be subject to the will of the oldest creatures your world has ever dreamt of. You will be given one more chance to resign this power, just in case." He told her, yet it was almost as if it was intended as a threat, like doing so would still leave her tethered to some dark and hungry creature that she allowed into her world.

She would not resign, however, she would accept his deal and his promise and his price.

While feeling how the sensation of being pulled towards the creature, Kate trembled, his deep voice something that scared her. She understood what she was doing. But was there truly any other way to deal with this? What else could she do, when no person had given her a hand to help her. "Thank you." She mumbled softly. She knew her head was turned to the direction of the person but she feared of looking at him. "I will only keep that chance if the deal is to be broken. I will keep the chance to step back if this goes far beyond what I asked. If pain ever comes back to me..." She mumbled finally.

"May I... May I ask... If you know, of course. Why I was given this pain, this path. All the hate and abandonment. All the failure I received?" She asked kindly. Almost as if she was an angel, a good and pure soul, enlightened by grace.

"In my life time, if you will hold me to such terminology, I have learned that a past has less to do with the moment that what a soul does. What has happened to you can only pave your way, your soul must be willing to walk it. No matter the cost. And it has lead you to me." He told her, his hand once again touching her, but along her ribcage. His index finger traced across her ribs until it found its way to the underside of her breasts. He grazed his fingers below her curves, rolled his fingers around one of her globes, and gently began to squeeze.

"The human body... so durable to its own torment, but little more than a sand castle to me. I will take great care of it. Are you ready to begin your servitude in exchange for the pain of your life?"

"I... Understand" Kate whispered finally, exhaling as she let every emotion she had flow down the drain slowly. She wanted nothing but feel something other than pain. Something with no regrets in it. Or fear. "I am sorry to have asked you, if it was an offense" she mumbled kindly, softly.

His fingers felt both got and cold on her skin. His eyes pierced right through her skin and she could feel it, scanning her body from head to toe. His hot fingers traced her breast and her ribs, and her nipples came to be proudly aware as well. The human body, a temple of seduction if aroused correctly. Her lips parted for a moment. "May I look at you? Is your true, demonic form going to hurt me if I look?" She asked softly, extending her hands upwards to gently touch on his skin. Electricity, it zapped her once more. But it also tied her together with him. Like she was glued to him.

Demon's hand released her breast, then found her hand, and brought it to his cheek, the hot touch of his skin only increasing that electric magnetism from her to him. "No. My form can not hurt you. Look upon me, see the face of your Savior."

His other hand now gently gripped her hip gently, his thumb rubbing the indent of her flesh between her soft thigh, and her pelvis. He enjoyed her touch, her jumping muscles, he enjoyed the grope he gave her being, it was all just foreplay for what he truly wanted of her body.

Kate bit her bottom lip at his command. So authoritative, so incredibly... understanding almost. " Thank you" she mumbled respectively, and opened her eyes with a slower haste, blinking just a bit to adjust before looking up at the man as his touch continued down her body. She was levitating by his powers now, over the white star she had drawn, and the candles blew more, intense fire now building from the wicks.

"You... A beautiful being, heard my plead. One made by a woman truly so ugly. I am honored. And I will honor my end of the deal. Till my dying day" she whispered kindly to him, eyes true to their purpose. She viewed herself as a lesser being either way. Why not say it out loud. She had promised honesty and obedience.


A gothic-natured demonic entity, masculine in form and adorned with an array of tattoos. His body is fit and his presence exudes an intimidating aura of power. He possesses eyes that glow like stoplights, adding to his otherworldly appearance. Demon communicates with a deep, booming voice that commands authority and respect. Despite his menacing demeanor, he displays a degree of understanding towards Kate's plight. He enjoys the physical interaction between them, revealing an indulgent side to his personality. His actions imply a desire for control and dominance, yet he upholds the terms of their agreement with fairness.

Demon's hand released her breast, then found her hand, and brought it to his cheek, the hot touch of his skin only increasing that electric magnetism from her to him. "No. My form can not hurt you. Look upon me, see the face of your Savior."

His other hand now gently gripped her hip gently, his thumb rubbing the indent of her flesh between her soft thigh, and her pelvis. He enjoyed her touch, her jumping muscles, he enjoyed the grope he gave her being, it was all just foreplay for what he truly wanted of her body.


A man with a strong physical presence, capable of intimidating others. He has an unpredictable personality, oscillating between violent outbursts and remorseful gentleness. Despite his initially harsh actions, he shows signs of vulnerability, revealing feelings of loneliness and a lack of self-confidence. He's also observant and somewhat perceptive about Adella's emotional state. Furthermore, he has some degree of charm and humor in his interactions with Adella, which hints at a more complex character beneath his rough exterior. His appearance might be somewhat rugged due to the lifestyle he leads, but there's an underlying attractiveness that is not lost on Adella.

"Adella. It's been a very, very hard day. I'm gonna throw you a bone here. I'm not gonna let you ache all night." Danny told her, watching her movements closely, even her slow hand movements, he knew she was just as volatile as he was, that one slip up could let her hit him again. "You stay here. For now." He told her, walking over to his pants and picking them up. He pulled out one more key and slid it into the door, then left the room, locking it once again behind him.

Now in the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled on his pants, then walked to the kitchen. Once there, he found a first aid kit he always kept around, just in case he cut himself cooking or something. He placed it on the counter and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He swallowed the whiskey down easily, but after he swallowed it, he flared his nostrils, feeling the scent of the alcohol singing his nose hairs. "Damn, that's strong." He muttered to himself, then picked up the first aid kit. He walked back to the bedroom he'd piled her into and unlocked the door, quickly stepping in and locking it behind himself again.

"Right, sit on the bed, we're gonna do something about these cuts and bruises." He told her, walking over to the bed and placing it down on soft mattress. He patted the space next to him and sighed. "Hurry up Adella, I don't have all day." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he said it.

Adella was looking out of the window when he came back in, carrying a first aid kit. She was seeing if she could just jump out of the window, but it was painted closed! And even if it wasn't, it was a long, straight drop down, not even a pipe she could grab. When he ordered her over to the bed, she took another deep breath and steeled herself. She was doing well so far. Adella could keep it up.

So she walked over to him and slowly climb onto the huge bed beside him, and she could smell whiskey on his breath, but he seemed calmer. She waited patiently for him to start treating her, taking deep, slow breaths to keep calm. Yet another personality. Perhaps she should start keeping track of them. Adella began to think of anything she could while he touched her, her body still feeling confused even though he was just treating her wounds. Wounds that he inflicted, yet he acted as if she just ran through a field of cacti. Like it was her fault?

Damn it. The more she thought of it, the angrier she got. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on a particular song that she always enjoyed, softly humming to herself to distract her from the entire situation, her body slightly relaxing beneath his touch.

"Sorry, had to take a drink, stressed as fuck." Danny told her, seeing as though she seemed to slightly recoil at the smell of the alcohol. "You drink?" He asked, opening the first aid kit and pulling out some Band-Aids. He also pulled out some anti-septic cream and unscrewed the lid. He squeezed some of the tube's contents into his hand and began to apply the cream gently to her cuts, then, he peeled the back off the Band-Aids and slowly, gently applied them over her cuts, making sure that the bandage part fully covered her cuts. He kept his eyes off of her the whole time, making sure to pay the most attention to her injuries that he could. Once he finished, he closed the box and smiled at her. "That feel any better?" He asked, smoothing his hands over her arms.

He sighed, watching her somewhat confused expression and listening to her continuing to hum. "Listen, I'm sorry for hitting you so much. Truth is, we're both just as scared as one another. You're beautiful, intimidating, tough as fuck too. Not to mention that your old man is one of the hardest acts out there." He admitted, biting his lip in apprehension to her response.

Wouldn't he know if she fucking drinked? Adella wanted to snap at him, but instead bit her lip softly, pausing her humming. "I drink sometimes. Mostly absinthe." She replied softly. Admittedly, her cuts did feel better so she nodded when he asked if it felt better,his touch surprisingly gentle, but she still tensed beneath his touch. Still avoiding his eyes, she played with a strand of her hair, listening to his explanation of his abuse. Yes. Because she talked back after being kidnapped, that gave him every right to literally nearly kill her. But she knew better than to fight back at the moment, so Adella thought her words over and spoke carefully.

"I can... understand why you would be... nervous. My father isn't known for his mercy. But... how long have you been watching me, Danny? Why not just approach me, instead of hurting me. Hurting us both." Her large eyes glanced up at his neck and face, marks from her nails and fists evident that she put up a decent fight, a small burst of pride in her chest. She wasn't as weak as people thought.

"That's nice. I have absinthe if you need it, little bit strong for such a little lass though." Adella laughed, the thought of her drinking absinthe tickling his funny bone for some odd reason. "He really isn't. I don't even do things that are too bad, but I've been warned enough times not to attract his attention. Evidently I didn't listen..." He muttered.

"A while..." He started again, "Probably about 2 months. I don't know everything about you, but it started by researching about your dad. And then you came up... And I knew what I had to do... I know it's pretty shameful but, you know. He would literally murder me if I tried to approach you. I know I'm not that ugly. I have a pretty respectable degree, but not like I chase it. And you're literally overwhelmingly good looking, probably really well educated. Most of all you're rich out the ass. Dudes like your dad don't take kindly to people like me chasing their daughters." He laughed, shrugging his shoulders in resignation.

"That's honestly just how it is in this world." He told her, not like she could even really relate to him on that though. She was miles above him and he knew it.

Adella considered taking him up on his offer of absinthe, but his joke about her size made her frown slightly. She was self conscious of her small stature, hating that she struggled to reach things and had to look up at people most of the time. Plus, she had to keep her wits about her. Two shots of absinthe and she was a giggling mess, so she smiled softly and shook her head, declining silently.

Looking back over the past few months, she remembered seeing his face around a lot, peering in from windows or around corners, even remembered one day she thought he looked attractive and she felt like an idiot. He was right under her nose the whole time. But hearing him speak about himself made her look down in shame. Adella hated when someone talked bad about themselves, especially comparing themselves to her. They didn't know how she watched her father struggle for years, the amount of times the house they were living in was shot up when she was just a child still made her hate guns, or how she ate canned beans for a whole week because it was all they had. Her father built a small empire, and made sure that everyone knew it. He wasn't scared to end someone who wronged him.

But still. Kidnapping Adella was probably the stupidest thing he could have done. Her father would comb the entire area, and then raze it to the ground until he found her. It was only a matter of time. "So you kidnapped me for ransom then? I can literally just go home and write you a check. You don't want to go the ransom route, Danny. You won't get money out of it." She continued to speak softly, but mainly because she was exhausted and still in pain. Her eyes looked up to meet his, hoping to see some rational thought in there.

"Well, that's fine too. Not gonna make you drink or anything." Danny shrugged, pursing his lips together, he then sucked his teeth and sighed. "Honestly. It's not for ransom, really. I was just saying that I could take you for ransom, should I need to. I have plenty of money. Seriously." He told her. "Not everything's about money, Adella. You see. I'm lonely. Both of my parents are dead, I have no friends, I can't really talk to people. I spend most of my time secluded in these same four walls you see." He told her, pinching his nose, as if he was holding back tears.

He sniffed gently, then sighed. "Again. It's just for company. I become infatuated with you. I thought you were gorgeous. The perfect woman, I was obsessed with you. I needed to have you. But there's this god damn obstacle... your dad, his goons, and my own confidence." He muttered, avoiding her gaze suddenly as she looked into his eyes. "Fuck. Don't... look at me like that..." He told her, holding his hand in front of himself to push her away.

Jesus, just when she began to warm up to him, he literally goes to push her away. She was just looking up at him. Adella quickly looked down and sighed, placing her head in her hands. He seemed pretty confident sticking her in his trunk, hitting her like she was a man or forcing his cock down her throat. But she had a feeling like he wasn't lying. And she knew he would hate to feel her pity, she hated when people pitied her as well, but she couldn't help it.

Suddenly, she yawned and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, avoiding his eyes again as she ran her fingers through her hair while looking longingly at the pillows. Adella understood his loneliness, she didn't really have any friends, everyone looked at her with fear or disdain, so really all she had was her father's men for company. One of them even persistently asking her out on dates. Apparently the word 'no' wasn't in any males vocabulary. Scoffing softly, she shook her head to get rid of the thought of Rick, then kept her eyes on her lap, seeing the bite mark on her thigh from earlier.

"I... understand, I suppose, Danny. But I'm tired. I'd like to sleep, please. Perhaps we can continue what the next step is tomorrow?" Adella asked politely, not waiting for a reply as she laid down, covering her naked and aching body with the blanket, sighing softly as she kept her eyes on the window.

Danny watched her lay down and cover herself with the blankets. He sighed and leaned in, tucking the blankets underneath her. The room wasn't exactly cold, but he just felt the need to wrap her up and make sure she felt some twisted sense of safety. "Goodnight, sleep well." He smiled, going to the door and unlocking it, he went into the corridor and closed it behind him, locking it and going to his own room, where he soon managed to fall asleep.

Adella felt him tuck her in and looked down, not knowing how or even if she should thank him. Logic and reason has left the building. There was just nothing that made sense. She imagined his charming brown eyes and large smile, that under any other circumstances would make her swoon, but it'll probably just haunt her dreams at this point. And she'd soon find out as she slipped into sleep quicker than she expected, curled up in the fetal position beneath the blankets.

Waking up in a cold sweat, she gasped and sat up quickly in bed, the morning sun just started rising over the horizon. Panting heavily, Adella looked around, dazed at the strange surroundings, then remembered yesterday's events, covering her mouth as she dry heaved, looking down at her body and just solidifying that she was indeed kidnapped. That she felt SORRY for him? Beginning to look around the room, she looked for anything that could be used as a weapon. Anything that could save her. She didn't even have clothes! Panic started coursing through her, her chest tightening slightly. A small whimper sounded from her lips as she curled up against the headboard, keeping the blanket around her to cover her nakedness.

As the woman woke up, Danny rose from a chair that he'd placed in the corner of the room. "What do you eat for breakfast?" He asked, tossing a bundled up bunch of clothes across the room and onto the bed, sort of happy she hadn't instantly noticed him when she woke up. "And no, I wasn't watching you sleep or whatever. I've been here about five minutes." He told her, then walked over to the window, it was bright out now, and she could definitely see that the house was very, very isolated. Especially when placed in comparison to the rest of the city which the two of them lived in.

"You'll be fine. Stop pretending you're sick or whatever. I'm not gonna hurt you anymore. I even decided to let you eat." He sighed, pulling out his phone to keep himself busy. He went back to the chair and turned around in it, facing away. "Make yourself decent, would you? I thought you might like these clothes. Pretty simple, but you know. I don't have women's clothes." He told her, pointing towards the bundle of clothes he threw to her. In the pile was a simple black shirt, a thrasher hoodie, a pair of boxers and a pair of jogging pants. "Don't worry, the underwear are fresh and the rest is washed." He reassured her, keeping his back to her.

Hearing the voice from the corner, Adella yelped and fell off the bed, making her groan and slowly stand, rubbing her head as she looked at her captor, her anger quickly returning as she glared at him. "Forgive me if I'm being inconvenient. I had a horrible dream I was kidnapped and abu—oh, wait." She growled at him, but grabbing the clothes quickly to hide her nakedness. Of course everything was baggy on her, but she usually liked loose clothes. It was comfy. The shirt fell to her upper thighs, and though he offered her a pair of boxers, she just put the pants on, deciding to go commando. And then slipped on the hoodie, glad that it hid most of her curves.

Adella still hadn't looked him in the eyes yet, and she wasn't sure she was going to. His personality could flip at the smallest things, and she didn't feel like dying today. Moving to sit on the end of the bed, she played with string on the hoodie and mumbled softly, her legs swinging back and forth slowly off the edge of the bed. "I like French toast... please." Adella stalled, hating that her manners wouldn't let up even in this scenario.

"Kidnapped and abducted are pretty much the same thing you dumbass." Danny laughed, hearing the clothes shifting onto her body through the somewhat silent room. "You know. For what it's worth, you're not so bad. Pretty funny actually." He laughed again, turning around after the sounds of moving clothes had stopped. "Ah, good, you're not butt naked anymore." He smiled at her, actually seeming pretty happy compared to the last day. His cuts and bruises she had given him had seemed to all form scabs by now, and she was still covered in the plasters.

"French toast? You like coffee?" He asked, opening the bedroom door and gesturing for her to follow him into the corridor. "Now. I know we got off on a terrible, terrible foot. But I can honestly cook really well. So I think you'll be impressed." He explained, then walked into the room and pulled her up by her hand, leading her out into the corridor and down to the kitchen. "Okay, just sit, I'll get you fed and stuff, then we can talk more. I'll be much, much kinder this time, I promise." He told her, flashing her a bright smile as he did, making sure not to show his teeth.


A 22 years old petite woman who often feels self-conscious about her small stature. Despite this, she is resilient and stubborn, showing mental fortitude in challenging circumstances. She has a quick wit and sharp tongue which she uses to mask her fear or discomfort. Adella also possesses an innate sense of politeness that persists even under distressing situations. Her ability to empathize with others is evident as she shows understanding towards her captor's situation, despite the dire predicament she finds herself in. However, she remains cautious and guarded due to the unpredictability of her surroundings.

"Kidnapped and abducted are pretty much the same thing you dumbass." Danny laughed, hearing the clothes shifting onto her body through the somewhat silent room. "You know. For what it's worth, you're not so bad. Pretty funny actually." He laughed again, turning around after the sounds of moving clothes had stopped. "Ah, good, you're not butt naked anymore." He smiled at her, actually seeming pretty happy compared to the last day. His cuts and bruises she had given him had seemed to all form scabs by now, and she was still covered in the plasters.

"French toast? You like coffee?" He asked, opening the bedroom door and gesturing for her to follow him into the corridor. "Now. I know we got off on a terrible, terrible foot. But I can honestly cook really well. So I think you'll be impressed." He explained, then walked into the room and pulled her up by her hand, leading her out into the corridor and down to the kitchen. "Okay, just sit, I'll get you fed and stuff, then we can talk more. I'll be much, much kinder this time, I promise." He told her, flashing her a bright smile as he did, making sure not to show his teeth.

I was going to say abused, dumbass, though she did blush when he called her funny. And she hated it. She didn't want to blush like some stupid school girl. Adella wanted to hate to hate him, but she couldn't concentrate on that when suddenly her stomach growled just before Danny grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. Shock and surprise made her eyes widen as she was taken to the kitchen. It was a decent house, she had to give him that. Pretty, but isolated. He did seem... slightly more stable, and the fact that she was out of the room lightened her mood a lot. And the fact that he said he wanted to talk. That helped a lot.

Adella could talk herself out of nearly every situation, negotiating a skill she picked up from her father. Her father who was probably sending out what she called 'trackers', men who could find anyone. Adella slowly sat at the table and bit her lip softly. What was she meant to say when they found her? *Don't kill him, he just abducted me because he was lonely*? That'll go down well. She saw his smile just before he left, but still didn't look into his eyes, instead just offering a quick smile before she looked down at the sleeves of the hoodie, picking at a loose thread. She was hopeful, but it was a dangerous thing. If she got cocky or to heated, all of this work would be worth nothing.


A dominant and confident woman, exuding an aura of control that's as intoxicating as it is intimidating. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and satisfaction, taking pleasure in the power she wields over Seventy-Two. She's methodical and patient, relishing every moment of her torturous game. Despite her sadistic tendencies, there's a gentle side to her---evident in the way she strokes Seventy-Two's hair or adjusts it behind her ears. However, this gentleness only serves to highlight her dominance further. In essence, Helen is a masterful manipulator of sensations and emotions, using pleasure as both reward and punishment to achieve her goals.

Helen studied Seventy-Two carefully. The movements of her face, the noises she made, the swell of her restrained chest, the curling of her toes and feet. All signs of arousal and longing that Helen had seen in dozens and dozens of other women in exactly the same position as Seventy-Two. Helen was waiting. Waiting until—

"Ah ah ahh!" teased Helen, quickly pulling the vibrator from Seventy-Two's sopping pussy. Judging from the woman's motions and cries of anguish she'd pulled the vibrator away a few seconds before Seventy-Two came. "You're not going to be allowed to cum that easily, my sweet..."

Helen reached down, gently running her index finger down Seventy-Two's soaking wet lips. She smeared the sexual fluid on Seventy-Two's upper lip and gently tweaked her nose. "Inhale deeply, my dear. You're soaking. I don't intend to let you cum easily."

Helen hummed quietly to herself, waiting a minute for Seventy-Two to calm down before applying the vibrator again, only to remove it a half-minute later. Over and over she repeated her actions, giving Seventy-Two a little time to recover before re-applying the vibrator, keeping her on the edge of orgasm.

"I think your breasts need a little adornment..." mused Helen. She went to the corner of the room, returning with two small devices. Helen pinched them onto Seventy-Two's perky nipples and pressed the small buttons at their ends; the clamps immediately began to buzz gently.

Helen repeated the cycle of torment three more times, each time having to give Seventy-Two more time to recover and less time with the vibrator. Finally, Helen walked up to Seventy-Two's head and ran her hands through the woman's hair. "How are you feeling my sweet?" she purred, standing over Seventy-Two. "You look a little frustrated."

The control of pleasure could be a torture all on its own. Tied down by the endless circles of shrink wrap, clinging to her tight, feminine body, Seventy-Two was a helpless recipient of whatever Helen did to her. She could not even raise up her hips to cheat herself to get more contact with the vibrating head of the magic wand, though she certainly did try, as the creaking and tightening of the shrink wrap told Hunter and Helen. She let out a frustrated groan as her orgasm was snatched away, eyeing the shaking head of the vibrator as if it was a venomous serpent. She feared what would happen when Helen brought it back into contact with her because the sadistic young warden was unlikely to use it to completion. But Seventy-Two could not resist hoping for the vibrator again and hoping that Helen would give her mercy... or that she would get lucky.

Seventy-Two tried to twist her face away from the finger that had collected her juices. The smell of herself was both intimate and familiar yet also humiliating. She didn't know why it should be humiliating... perhaps it was how Helen had smeared it on her face. Like forcing a dog's face in its own mess. Perhaps because she now couldn't escape the smell of her own aroused helplessness. Her nose was twitching like a rabbit as she calmed down, and her distress visible in her supine position.

By the fourth? fifth cycle, Seventy-Two was howling with despair when Helen took the vibrator away. She was begging for mercy by the third iteration, but words were beyond her by five. That is, any word except for please. "Please please please please PLEASE!" she howled as she again thrashed at the tight, cloying red wrap.

By the time Helen came to check on her, the vibrating nipple clamps were working her into a frenzy. Seventy-Two was breathing out through her nose in a series of wet, rapid buffs. Her lips were flecked with drool and her face was a bloody mess, tear streaks, drool streaks, a flushed set of cheeks and wide eyes shifting left and right like an animal in a cage. Framed by the shrink wrap, you could see her pussy spasming, the muscles clenching on nothing, her clit aching in the air as it wept for stimulation. "I'll... I'll talk. Please. Let me. Cum. Please..."

"I thought you might say something like that..." purred Helen, watching with satisfaction as Seventy-Two writhed helplessly before her, driven half-mad with desire. She gently adjusted Seventy-Two's hair, drawing errant strands behind the woman's ears. Helen hummed quietly to herself, walking around to Seventy-Two's pussy again, hovering the vibrator just above it, just out of reach, even if Seventy-Two strained.

"To think, I could keep you here all day..." she sighed, lowering the vibrator down for a second against the woman's clitoris before lifting it up again. "Maybe I could get Hunter to fuck your mouth again. As I kept you on the edge..." Another split second of stimulation. "We could do this for hours. Just me, you, and my toy here." Another brief moment of stimulation before she removed the wand. Helen paused, considering. Why not? It was still early in the day...

"What do you think about that my dear Seventy-Two, hmm? Or maybe I should just -" Suddenly Helen pressed the vibrator down hard against Seventy-Two's aching clitoris without warning, finally offering her the orgasm she so badly needed.

The constant buzzing on her nipples was driving Seventy-Two crazy. At first the sensitive nubs had been overwhelmed with pleasure. Then the tight skin had been painful. And after that a strange kind of numbness set in, but for the fact that she could still feel the pulsing of the vibrators, somehow, beneath the numb flesh. And then it all cycled through again, reducing her to a whimpering wreck who tried to shake and throw the damned things off her, but Seventy-Two was unable to get free of the things.

"Please, I'll talk," she said in response to Helen's threat to keep this up for hours. Seventy-Two needed this to be over. Either to just not get any more stimulation or finally to be allowed to cum. But this edging was torture and she was going crazy. Already under her on the padded table she'd leaked enough to humiliate her when she finally got up. She wasn't a squirter, normally, but edging sessions always make her shamefully wet, to the point where she would leak profusely.

"Oh no," Seventy-Two moaned when Helen came back to do more. She thought she was going to get edged again, and this time she would scream. She really would. And she started to do just that when she realized that the vibrator was still there and she was... her toes curled and her eyes opened wide as her body went rigid as a board. The explosion of pleasure made her howl turn into a moan as she rode the strongest, most intense orgasm in recent memory.

Helen held the vibrator down, keeping it pressed hard between Seventy-Two's legs until she'd fully ridden out her orgasm - and then some. At last, Helen withdrew it, switching the device off, for the moment. She walked back around to Seventy-Two's head, running her hands through the woman's sweat-drenched hair.

"So..." she purred. "I've held up my side of the bargain. Will you reciprocate? Or will I need to return to the stick method, hmm?" Helen coiled Seventy-Two's hair around her hand and gripped tightly, applying the slightest amount of pressure, just to remind the woman who was in charge.


A woman of striking beauty, her body slender yet curvaceous. She possesses an alluring femininity that's heightened by the vulnerability she displays under Helen's control. Her eyes, often wide with anticipation or fear, are expressive windows to her emotions. She's resilient and defiant despite the torturous pleasure she endures, hinting at a strong-willed personality. However, her desperate pleas for release betray a submissive side as well. Overall, Seventy-Two is a complex blend of strength and submission, embodying both defiance and surrender in the face of intense pleasure and pain.

Helen held the vibrator down, keeping it pressed hard between Seventy-Two's legs until she'd fully ridden out her orgasm - and then some. At last, Helen withdrew it, switching the device off, for the moment. She walked back around to Seventy-Two's head, running her hands through the woman's sweat-drenched hair.

"So..." she purred. "I've held up my side of the bargain. Will you reciprocate? Or will I need to return to the stick method, hmm?" Helen coiled Seventy-Two's hair around her hand and gripped tightly, applying the slightest amount of pressure, just to remind the woman who was in charge.

Breathless, sobbing, tingling from the crown of her head to her cuffed-together toes, Seventy-Two mewled as Helen stroked her sweaty hair and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, but she was coming down slowly from her orgasmic high. Her fall was accelerated by the ever so gentle tug on her hair, which made her wince in heightened sensitivity post-orgasm.

"Bargain..." she started to say. Doubtless to finish with something defiant. "We didn't make a bargain," perhaps. But she was gripped by a sudden aftershock of orgasm, a faint echo of the pleasure she'd just known, which dug a thorn into her center, all too familiar to the denial and edging that had been her torturous build-up to the orgasm. The reminder of her vulnerability to the tortures on offer cut her defiance in the bud.

With a sag to her shoulders and a feeling of wretched weakness, she closed her eyes. "Sierra Tango," she said.


A college student with a slender build, showing some muscle tone on her arms and legs. She has long, silky black hair that falls around her shoulders and down her back, and hazel eyes that hold an alluring charm. Her skin is adorned with colorful tattoos trailing down her left arm and a rose-thorn tattoo in the middle of her lower back. Elena is open-minded, unafraid to express her desires openly even when they are considered taboo. She's intelligent, studying for a veterinary degree, but also harbors a curious side which draws her towards unconventional relationships. Despite having an audacious personality, she shows signs of vulnerability and shyness at times, suggesting underlying innocence beneath the bold exterior.

Elena bit at her bottom lip as she sat on her bed in her bedroom, looking over a textbook as she did some schoolwork. She was in college to get her veterinary degree and the classes did get harder as she went along with the course curriculum, finding herself spending more and more hours studying as most of her classes were online school. She lifted her head slightly as she heard raised voices, sighing softly as she made out her parents arguing once again.

It wasn't the first time she had heard talking of sex or arguments over small things between her parents because of sexual frustration and tension, having been able to figure out that her mom wasn't putting out like she should be. It did make her feel a bit bad for her dad as he was still quite handsome to her and if he was still wanting it at almost 50 years old, then he should be able to get some. That was why as she heard him go to his study she put away her school textbooks, slipping out of bed.

She was dressed in a dark blue camisole that barely covered her privates as it came to mid thigh, having thing straps as it showed plenty of skin and the colorful tattoos trailing down her left arm. Her long black hair hung around her shoulders and down her back like silk, looking out into the hallway with her hazel eyes to make sure the coast was clear. If she was honest she was always a bit turned on and attracted to her father, finding his tattooed, muscular body quite the magnet that draw her to him more. She had fantasized about having sex with her father more than once, and even though she knew it was wrong it didn't stop her as she walked to his study and peeked in through the crack of the door. She saw him with porn up on his laptop and even though she couldn't see his manhood for herself just yet she knew it couldn't be small with how her mother used to moan from their bedroom at night.

She pushed open the door silently and moved over to him quietly, staying just out of his sight behind his chair as she leaned in right over his shoulder. "Do you need some help Daddy?" She asked in a teasing, sultry voice in his ear as she waited for his reaction and if he would accept her offering or not.

"Oh, holy shit, Elena!" Greg said with a start, quickly snapping his laptop shut. "I'm uh... I'm sorry. That wasn't what it looked like." He paused. "No, that's exactly what it looked like. I uh..."

He suddenly realized what she'd said. She had to have been there for a while, and to ask if she 'could help'. What could she have meant? "You asked if you could help umm... actually no sweetie, I've gotten really good at finding porn." He didn't mention that a lot of said porn was of older men with girls who were roughly her age.

Elena had expected his first reaction to be shock, watching as he snapped the laptop shut quickly. She listened as he tried to deny what he had been doing before backtracking, knowing this was never a situation he thought he would be caught in by her. When he said no to her help she tilted her head to the side, moving a bit closer as she moved to the side of his chair.

"Are you sure Daddy? I know mom hasn't been fulfilling your needs lately... and the real thing is always better than a hand. I don't mind helping you if you want to have the real thing, I'm more than willing to help," she said as she pushed the issue a bit, placing a hand on his thigh lightly. She wanted to see if he would accept, wanting to fulfill that fantasy she had been thinking of but also to see if it might even be something she would want to do more of with him. Only if he wanted to do more of it as well. Of course that was only an option if he accepted her help right then in the first place.

"I uh... wow... that's quite an offer, baby girl," Greg said. "An inappropriate offer too, as far as the rest of the world goes."

Had he been in a different 'state' he probably would have turned her down outright. But, he had actually put off masturbation for two weeks and popped three of his pills that night. His hear practically pounding in his ears he pulled her to him, letting her slide into his lap. Her silky lingerie and her warm body felt so good after so many months of nothing.

"I guess you overheard all of that? It's just weird. I don't know if it's that time of life, or if she's having an affair, but about two years ago, she just 'quit'. I've always liked sex more than her, but she at least put up with it. Not any more though."

He found his hand stroking her thigh. "And... are you serious? You're not disgusted by the idea of doing it with an old man? Let alone, your old man."

Elena stiffened as he said it was quite an offer and an inappropriate one, thinking he was going to reject her offering and advances. So she was surprised as she pulled her close and into his lap, her thighs spreading to straddle his lap as she could feel his body heat through her thin camisole with their bodies so close. She listened to his words about her mom and felt his hand stroking her thigh, finding it turned her on more than she already was. She hadn't had a boyfriend in a couple of months so she was quite built up herself like he was.

She looked to him at his question, nodding her head lightly as she bit at her bottom lip. "Yeah I'm serious... I actually... have been wanting or at least fantasizing of something like this with you. It just turns me on, I just didn't think you would want to. I find you quite attractive as long as that doesn't disgust you with you being my dad," she said softly with a light blush, used to being open with conversations with her dad, just not about these things.

"I know it should," Greg said. "I know I should say it is wrong, but none of this feels wrong at all. It's like... you just stepped in and... we fit. It's weird, I know." He pulled her face down to his and kissed her then. Again, it felt natural to do so, and it was perfect. He caressed her back and as he did, he lifted her nightie and felt her bare ass beneath. His heart was pounding.

"I uh... yes. You can help me out." he said. "But probably not here. How about if you and go and check on your mother, just make sure she is asleep. I'll meet you down in the guest room as soon as you do." He helped her up, kissed her again, and went downstairs

Theirs was a split level house, the bedrooms up on the top level, the living area in the middle on the main floor, and the lowest level on the opposite end of the house contained the family room and the guest room. Well, it was really a very nice guest suite with a full bath including a walk-in shower, as well as a door out to the hot tub in back.

He went down to the bedroom and looked at the bed. Should he stay dressed? Wait by the bed. At last, he decided to strip and slip under the covers. With just the sheet on, his rather prominent, chemically-enhanced cock was pretty evident through the fabric. He smiled upon seeing her enter.

Elena felt her heartbeat quicken at his words, letting him pull her down into a kiss with no resistance on her part. She kissed him back as her heart pounded against her chest, finding his words to be correct as it did feel right to be straddling him and having their lips connected like they were. It felt right and arousing to her, making her want to do this even more. She looked to him as he pulled back spoke, giving a smile as her heart fluttered with excitement.

She nodded to his words of checking to make sure her mother was asleep, following him out of the room as he went downstairs. She went quietly down the hall to her parents room, peeking in aide as she saw her mother's covered form in the bed with slow, deep breaths being taken. She then made her way downstairs to the guest room, taking a deep breath to calm herself as she opened the door and stepped in. She saw her father already in the bed, giving a smile as she sauntered over to him.

"She's asleep so i think we're good to go... is there anything you'd like done first?" She asked as she straddled him on top of the sheet just below his prominent erection, looking down to it as she ran the palm of her hand against it through the sheet. "Like would you like me to suck you a bit? Or even do some 69?" She asked with a curious tilt of her head, biting her bottom lip lightly as just the excitement of the situation was turning her on more.

"Mmm, I think a 69 might be very nice," Greg said. "Your mother doesn't like me going down on her, and she only gives me blowjobs on my birthday. Or, she used to until a few years ago." He looked at her, admiring her beauty. "But first, let me see you take those clothes off. I've always known I had a beautiful daughter, but I've never looked at you in this way, at least not until now."

Elena smiled to his words of doing a 69 and nodded, knowing she liked to be eaten out from her past boyfriends. She blushed to his next words but nodded with a shy smile, shifting a bit to keep her balance as she lifted herself up onto her knees. She reached down to the hem of her camisole and pulled it up, pulling it off over her head.

She had a slender build with some muscle tone to her arms and legs, her stomach flat with a bit of tone to it as well. Her C cup breasts were perky and didn't sag much at all as they bounced lightly from her movements. The only remaining clothing was her lacy dark blue panties as she reached down and pulled them off, revealing her smooth shaven slit beneath them. She had a full sleeve of tattoos along her left arm, the rest of her body free of them except for the middle of her lower back which had a tattoo of roses and thorns. "Do I look okay for you Daddy?" She asked as her cheeks were a light red with her blush, tilting her head to the side as her midnight black hair tumbled over her right shoulder and down her chest a bit.

"You look perfect, baby," Greg said, smiling. She ticked off so many boxes. Tattoos but tasteful. Perfect tits, athletic, and shaved. He'd always asked his wife to do that and she'd always refused. "Come here, let's get to know each other, face to face," he said, pulling her down to him. "I can't wait to taste you, but maybe we should have something of a first date and kiss a bit first, yeah?" He kissed her tenderly, caressing her body as they began learning each other's bodies.

Elena smiled as he said she looked perfect, finding that it made her happy that he approved of her body and found it pleasing to his eye. She blushed to his words as he pulled her down closer to him, having not thought it would be so intimate but not refusing it at all. She kissed him back as their lips connected, letting her fingers trail down his chest slowly as she memorized the crevices and muscles with her touch.

She was still straddling him across his hips, letting her hips lower to the noticeable bulge beneath the sheet. She started to grind and tease her slit down against his hard erection that was covered by the sheet, soft moans escaping her as she did as the rubbing against her clit caused jolts of pleasure to course through her body.

Greg was beyond aroused at this. Her mother had never been that crazy in bed and the last few years she had been practically frigid. To watch this young beauty getting herself off... indulging like this was a turn-on in itself. The fact that she was doing so on his hungry cock was all the better.

He caressed her ass, pulling her harder onto his shaft as she did.

"I never realized my daughter was such a horny slut," he said with a playful smile. "Looks like you need some sex too. If I didn't know better, I'd say that you could make yourself cum just doing this."

Elena bit her bottom lip as she was grinding herself down against him, feeling his caressing her ass as he pulled her harder against his erection. She couldn't help but smile at his words, nodding lightly as she kept up the friction between them. "I think I do need some sex... I need some pleasure from Daddy," she said playfully with a light blush, lifting herself up as she moved the sheet out of the way to reveal his hard cock beneath them.

Seeing it now it looked quite big and she knew it would definitely satisfy her, letting herself lower back down so they touched skin to skin with one another. "Does Daddy want to pleasure me?" She asked with a tilt of her head, grinding her slit done against his manhood as she grabbed one of his hands and moved it to cup one of her breasts lightly. She was more than excited for all of this, having been thinking of doing this for a while and wanting to feel what it would be like to be taken by her father. To feel him filling her up inside and pounding her with his built up need that she would happily accept.

"I want so much," Greg said. "I want to tasted you, but it will have to wait because I need you too badly right now." He slid up into her... easily. She was wet and ready or him and he moaned with pleasure as he felt his daughter's cunt surround him. He held her breasts as he pushed her up to straddle him he he began slowly thrusting into her from below. "Tell me, Elena. Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?"

Elena looked to him at his words, feeling the head of his cock against her entrance. She blushed lightly as she felt him push into her, a soft moan escaping her as his cock stretched her tight channel and pushed in deeper at a slow pace. Feeling him fill up every inch of her felt so good, her inner walls clenching tightly around the intrusion. She let him push her up so she was upright and straddling him, blushing more as she felt more exposed and on display for him that way.

She bit her bottom lip as he slowly thrusted into her, moaning softly as she rested her hands back on his thighs so she could move with him a bit. His question caught her off guard, looking to him with her hazel eyes as he thrusted up into her. "I-I have Daddy... is that a bad thing or do you like that I have?" She asked as she looked to him, her eyes darkened with pleasure and need as she reached down and rubbed at her clit as he thrusted into her.

"I love it..." he said, their hips starting to mesh together, discovering each other's rhythms. He lifted his mouth to her breasts kissing her to please her, listening for moans as he sucked hungrily and did his best to tease first one nipple, then the other with his tongue and lips. "I love the thought that you might been just down the hall, getting yourself off... and all this while I could have just snuck in there and made those fantasies come true." He fell back then, pulling her back onto him, his hips pumping faster now. "Mmm... do you want Daddy's cum, soon?"

Elena blushed to his response as he leaned up to her breasts, her soft moans becoming louder as he sucked on each nipple in turn. It felt so good as it sent jolts of pleasure through her body, arcing her back a bit to push her breasts more towards him. She looked to him as he spoke, blushing darker to what he said.

She was surprised as he laid back down and pulled her with him, her breasts pressed to his chest as she kept moving her hips with his thrusts. She moaned and bit her bottom lip as he asked her a question, nodding lightly. "Yes I want your cum inside of me Daddy, I wish you would have come into my room sooner. You could have watched me touch myself and taken me then," she said as she leaned up and kissed him deeply, moving her hips in sync with his movements.


A man in his late forties, yet still possesses a handsome appearance. His physique is muscular and tattooed, hinting at an active lifestyle or perhaps a past that involved body art expression. Despite his age, he maintains a high sex drive which isn't satisfied within his current relationship. He's initially startled by Elena's proposition but eventually gives into temptation, showing an adaptive personality with flexible moral boundaries. However, he also displays affectionate tendencies towards Elena, suggesting that underneath the surface of their taboo relationship, there's a layer of genuine care and concern for her feelings and desires. His openness to new experiences combined with his enduring physical attractiveness makes him an intriguing character in the story.

"I love it..." he said, their hips starting to mesh together, discovering each other's rhythms. He lifted his mouth to her breasts kissing her to please her, listening for moans as he sucked hungrily and did his best to tease first one nipple, then the other with his tongue and lips. "I love the thought that you might been just down the hall, getting yourself off... and all this while I could have just snuck in there and made those fantasies come true." He fell back then, pulling her back onto him, his hips pumping faster now. "Mmm... do you want Daddy's cum, soon?"


Lord Varigan is a man of imposing stature and charismatic demeanor. His features are chiseled, giving him an air of aristocratic elegance. He exudes authority and control, carrying himself like a seasoned leader accustomed command respect from his peers. His eyes, however, reveal a darker side: they gleam brightly when he's excited or angry, hinting at his volatile temper and sadistic tendencies. Despite his charming exterior, he is cruel and ruthless underneath. His interactions are marked by manipulation and dominance; he uses fear as a tool for negotiation and takes pleasure in others' discomfort. Yet, there's also cunning intelligence behind his actions which makes him not only dangerous but unpredictable as well.

Lord Marcus Varigan woke up an hour before dawn like always ready to stretch, and the walk to the market as vendors set up shop for the day. Besides his morning peach he loved to see if anything interesting caught his eye, and the best way to do that was to be there before anyone else. One vendor in particular said they would have something quite spectacular this morning. He was very excited to see if they had found what he had been looking for.

Lord Varigan was leaving his favorite fruit stall when Rosalin would see him. A big smile on his face as the juices from the peach dripped down his chin before he licked his lips clean. He then looked to his right at the vendor he had hoped to speak to but they had yet to arrive. He sighed heavily and then just slowly wandered as other vendors greeted him and he them back.

Elena smirked as her eyes caught the Lord. Already in place like she had predicted. Though she was sure to be recognized by the male and she wasn't too keen on another face to face encounter with the male. The place was too public for her to act so her best bet was to follow him. There would be a better place to act. Her eyes trailing to the house at her right and the awning's shadow. With the Bush underneath it made excellent cover for her to watch. If needed she could take to the rooftops.

As he moved down the cobblestone walkway of the market the Princess tailed him carefully. Moving between the shadows and eventually climbing up the buildings to traverse that way. Waiting for her opportunity. Unaware of the fact she was being watched by more than just Darius.

Varigan walked for about 20 minutes looking at odds and ends. He eyed a book for a minute no he eyed the young girl who was selling the book. He walked up with a charming smile and in just a few seconds the young woman was smiling and laughing. He bid her farewell with a nod and left a piece of parchment for her.

He looked to his right again and saw what he was looking for. The merchant he wanted to see had somehow already set up in such a short time. He chuckled and walked over and the merchant looked at him with a smile. "Ahh my Lord Varigan I have found the scroll you seek and it was a very difficult find. The price has doubled." Lord Varigan scowled and pulled a knife to the mans stomach. "Alright my Lord the agreed mount then." Lord Varigan smiled and nodded before giving the man coin and taking the scroll as he headed for his home.

A scowl formed as she watched the interactions that the Lord had. Even more so as he threatened the merchant for a scroll. Her eyes narrowing on him from her spot on the roof as she watched him start on his way home. This was her chance. At home he would be alone and defenseless to the surprise of seeing her. She would kill her target and she would get into the guild. She would find her father's murderer and make him pay.

She began to follow him along the rooftops carefully and silent. If the man suspected her then he didn't show it. She made sure to stay as close as possible to ensure she didn't lose him. Watching as he entered a tall house quite fit for a Lord. Many entrances open for her to invade. She chose the second story window as her form vaulted through the open window silently.

Lord Varigan continued into his home after tossing a coin to a homeless girl about 20 years old. She looked at him and nodded giving her thanks. Then he walked the pathway up to his home and through the doors. There was no one in sight outside of the manor or inside other than the lord.

He immediately put the scrolls in his study as he walked into his library. He got papers together and pulled a painting back to reveal a safe. He opened it and quickly put the papers into it. Then he sat down and started to work on papers but a devilish smile appeared on his face as he worked on the papers one of them said slums redevelopment.

It was time to kill him. Elena had stalked the man for nearly an hour and a half now. She had heard the door close downstairs and she could hear him moving. The shadows concealed her well as she watched him come into the study to place away his scrolls. From what she could gather they were magic scrolls. Though it only made her more curious.

As she watched him move to the library she pursued. Her feet lightly carrying her as she silently stepped in after him. As he was working on his paperwork she moved from from the dark shadow behind the plant in the corner of the room to view. Her eyes staring coldly at the male. "Lord Varigan. How unfortunate we meet again..."

Lord Varigan turned in his chair and smiled as he did so, a crossbow was in his hand and already in his hand. Then out of nowhere two shadowy figures grab her arms and force her to her knees. Lord Varigan walked up to her and held her cheek as a slow chuckle erupted from from his lips. His eyes looked her up and down before a happy realization came to him as to who she was.

"Well if it isn't Elena my my, it has been a long time my dear. Tell me have you come for my head? That is adorable that one of such stature thinks they could kill me." He slapped her and then looked to his people . They dragged her down to a cellar and tied her up by each limb. A set of torture tools and what looked like sexual devices where laid out throughout the cellar.

Elena's eyes opened wide in shock as the Lord turned with a crossbow. Had she known she was coming? Though it seemed her answer came as two figures pinned her before she could react. "Release me this instant!" She growled as she tried to struggle only to stop as his hand struck her face. A sting bad enough to make her wince as she glared back at him before the two figures dragged her away. Tying her up in what looked to be a cellar. She could see the tools... no.

"Let me go now!" She yelled as she fought against the ropes that held her still. It was no use. She couldn't break free as she stopped struggling and glared at him. If she held any hesitation in killing him before then she didn't show it. "I swear I'll kill you if you touch me again."

Lord Varigan walked up to her with a sly smile and grabbed her throat forcefully as he chuckled. His eyes were angry but very excited as he looked her up and down with hungry intent. "Shut up you whimpering bitch, god I cant believe I entertained the idea of marriage with you." He walked to a table after letting her throat go and grabbed a long thin flexible piece of wood.

Once he was back he tore open her shirt and struck her breasts with the switch. Then he he grabbed her throat and kissed her biting her bottom lip causing blood to drop. "You may be an unbelievable annoyance but I'll be damned if you don't have a body for fucking. Oh the things I'll be doing to you my dear the whores and street girls would cringe at." He turned and started to take off some of his clothes. She would hear a thudding noise and be able to see a dagger that had cut her right arm free in the wood next to her hand.


A woman of striking beauty and formidable spirit. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, reflect an intense determination forged by personal tragedy. Her physique is lean yet muscular from years of combat training, making her both agile and strong. She carries herself confidently, moving stealthily like a predator in pursuit. Disguised as a commoner, she blends seamlessly into crowds but retains an air of regality difficult for her lineage not influence. Despite her royal upbringing, she exhibits resilience and adaptability indicative of a survivor's mentality. Driven by revenge rather than ambition for power, she showcases tenacity and courage in facing adversities head-on without hesitation or remorse. She uses the fake identity of "Rosalin".

Lord Varigan walked up to her with a sly smile and grabbed her throat forcefully as he chuckled. His eyes were angry but very excited as he looked her up and down with hungry intent. "Shut up you whimpering bitch, god I cant believe I entertained the idea of marriage with you." He walked to a table after letting her throat go and grabbed a long thin flexible piece of wood.

Once he was back he tore open her shirt and struck her breasts with the switch. Then he he grabbed her throat and kissed her biting her bottom lip causing blood to drop. "You may be an unbelievable annoyance but I'll be damned if you don't have a body for fucking. Oh the things I'll be doing to you my dear the whores and street girls would cringe at." He turned and started to take off some of his clothes. She would hear a thudding noise and be able to see a dagger that had cut her right arm free in the wood next to her hand.

Elena glared at him. His hand around her throat didn't change the look in her eyes but it certainly made it harder to breathe. Though she tried to struggle against the ropes it was no use. They held her tight and weren't going to give anytime soon. The male walked away from her only to return with the piece of wood. Her eyes latching to it as she spoke. "You w--" Her words cut off as the plank hit her chest causing both pleasure and pain to shoot through her body. Though she held back any type of whimper or sound to please him. Her eyes closing the only sign she felt something.

Then came the kiss. Though it was still rather brief she tasted blood as he bit into her lip. A hell fire burned inside her. A rage she hadn't felt as he touched her. She held to regrets or second thoughts as she noticed the dagger that had freed her right hand. There wasn't any time to waste as she used the free hand to loosen the rest of her bonds before silently falling back to her feet. Her eyes locking onto the man's back and taking the dagger as she calmly and quickly slipped it into his neck. "You were saying?" She spoke before turning back to the place she had been tied then back to her clothes that now lay in shreds on the floor. She would have to use something until she got back. Her gaze turning to the dagger still within the man's neck as she pulled it from its resting spot. That was when she noticed the mark on it. Darius. That didn't bode well for her chances.

There were still the two that had ambushed her earlier so she still had to be on her toes. She wouldn't thank him for what he did. He had followed her and that wasn't in the discussion. It made her rather frustrated. She slowly made her way out of the cellar with Darius's dagger. She would buy new weapons when she acquired more clothes. She moved until then she found one of the bedrooms. Unfortunately she had to wear men's clothing on her way back, slipping them on before heading out of the window and started for the inn.


A young, defiant woman with long raven hair and emerald eyes. Despite her youthful age of 21, she demonstrates a strong will and resilience in the face of terrifying circumstances. Her defiance shines through even when she's afraid, showing that she's not easily broken or intimidated. She also possesses a sense of self-worth, constantly rejecting the degrading label of 'pet' imposed on her by Crowley.

A long, heavy breath escaped from a young, raven-haired-woman. She had just turned 21 and wanted to enjoy her young, adult life. It was pouring rain upon the city that night. Her long raven hair flowed past her shoulders. Despite the time of night, the city streets still held a vast number of people. Her long hair bounced as she walked. Her shoes clacking against the sidewalk. A small black purse slung over one shoulder.

After a day of taking on city life, it was time to head home. Luckily, her small apartment complex wasn't far. Only about two blocks away. Not that Tegan minded the walk. It helped clear her head and she enjoyed the fresh air. Rounding a corner, Tegan paused, opening her purse and fishing for her car keys.

Crowley, the current King of Hell, had been attempted to be cured by the Winchester Brothers. Just the most resent of their plots that had 0ut a thorn into his ass . They tried to close the gates of hell, failed, then he was left with human emotions and craving human blood. They used him for their needs as per usual and casted him away like trash when they no longer needed him, with no thought for the king of hell's feelings.

Crowley could get just any old human blood he wanted but he desired something more delectable. He was on the search for something, rather someone, of such a flavor. He was on the streets now, hands in his pockets and walking along when he catches a whiff. This human scent was strong and smelled rather delicious.

He followed this scent to a pretty little thing. His brow hitched in interest as he continued to follow her. Her scent getting stronger the closer he got. He saw an opportunity to wrap his large hand around her mouth and his arm around her waist while she was fishing for keys, he assumed. "Hello darling. I must say you smell absolutely amazing . I am afraid I must insist on taking you with me, pretty little thing." Crowley cooed into her ear with his deep and slightly scruff voice.

Before the young woman had time to react, Tegan found herself facing a man with a British accent and a deep voice. "Go with you?" She chuckled softly, pulling her keys from her purse. "Thanks but no thanks. I'm not going anywhere with the likes of you." Who did this guy think he was? Tegan frowned. She smelled delicious. The girl rolled her emerald eyes, hurriedly trying to walk away from the stranger.

"I was not asking. I was telling you." Crowley's voice growling at the girl. He took hold of her arm and silently teleported them to the throne room in hell. The dungeon like room being illuminated by candles all around. Crowley let her go with a tight little smirk upon his face.

The room was empty for the moment, save for the two of them. With a snap of his fingers a collar was placed around her pretty little neck and he held the leash, "I intend to make you my pet, to do with as I please. It might be unpleasant. But you will get used to it after a while." Crowley told her with his gravely voice echoing in this room. He pulled on her leash rather harshly, enjoying watching her as he sat upon his throne . He imagined she would have questions, if he felt so inclined to answer them .

Within the blink of an eye, they were somewhere else. Somewhere people dreaded to be. Tegan's mind whirled like a tornado. Before she could even begin to process what had just occurred, there was a pink collar around her neck. "Hey?!?!" She yelled, instantly trying to remove the collar. There was no way of pulling off the collar however. "I'm no pet." She growled back, stumbling forward as the man tugged on the collar with the matching pink and black leash. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" She demanded, her voice angry as she struggled.

"Me? I am Crowley, the king of Hell. You darling are my pet because I say you are." Crowley said with a smirk. He pulled on her leash harshly once more. He lead her towards his chambers, his only reprieve from the constant torment of the boring drabble of demons reporting the days work to him. Which seems to go on forever once it is started.

His room was rather lavish, styled that of royalty from the 1600s rather than modern, adorned in black, red, and golden colors. He pulled her inside before shutting the door behind them and locking it with a snap of his fingers.

"Hey!" She raced to the door, but it was too late. Trying to handle, there was no way she would simply be able to open the door. Even if she did open it, there was no where she could go. "I am no pet." She hissed, narrowing her emerald eyes at the King of Hell. This all had to be a horrible nightmare. After all, Tegan wasn't exactly known to be the creative type.

Crowley sighed as her line was getting rather old. Crowley grabbed her by the throat, "I said you are my pet. Therefore you are. You can argue that you aren't all you want but it will get you nowhere. In fact it will get your pigtails yanked harder." Crowley growled at her before picking her up and slamming her down into a chair. With a wave of his hand she was strapped in, his face filled with delight to see her in this position. "You are my pet until I say otherwise." Crowley told her as he retrieved a rather old looking blade before approaching her once again." This will hurt and I am not sorry about it." Crowley told her with a rightful grin on his face.

The man's captive suddenly found it hard to breathe with his strong hand around her neck. Making the precious oxygen difficult to breathe in. A yell escaped from Tegan as she was roughly slammed into a chair. The brunette struggled within the restraints, only managing to bruise the sensitive skin. Tegan paused as she saw the man retrieve a blade. What in the world was he going to do with that? She doubted he would kill her, since he thought she was his pet. "Let me go." She begged, her voice shaking as the King of Hell grinned at her.

"Now, why in hell would I want to do that?" Crowley asked, his voice gruff but seemed curious. He picked up a syringe as well, placing the knife on the table next to her. "Hold still or this will hurt more than it needs to." He instructed with a firm voice. He placed his large hand upon her forearm. He slowly placed the needle inside the bend of her arm and into her vein. He took a vial of blood before sealing off that wound. He did not want her to bleed out so soon. He took a look at the vial before placing the cap upon it. He placed it next to the knife before picking up the knife itself, "Now we shall have a little fun." He whispered into her ear as he cut into her upper arm sharply. Quickly capping the wound with his mouth and drinking up her delicious tasting blood.

"Ow! Sick son of a bitch." She hissed, narrowing her eyes at the man as the needle was inserted into her vein, drawing out her life force into a collective vial. Tegan's heart hammered against her rib cage, audible in her ears. She was no pet. Never has been and never will be as far as she was concerned. A growl followed as the sharp edge of the blade was dragged across her arm. Horrified green eyes watched as the King of Hell leaned forward to drink her blood. Was he a vampire? She tried to keep struggling, stopping as she only managed to further bruise her skin.

As Crowley finished with his meal of her blood he leaned up to look at her. He eyed her with a mischievous grin on his face, some of his blood on his lip. "Such a good girl." Crowley cooed into her ear. She was being better than he had expected. He ran the blade over her thigh before making a cut right there. Slicing open her bit of flesh and moving his lips to suckle on her sweet red liquid from there. She tasted so damn good. He could not get enough of it. "You taste so good." Crowley groaned out almost in pleasure. Too bad she was not enjoying this as much as he was but it cannot be helped .

As the second cut was made into her right thigh, another groan of pain ensued. All she wanted was to wake from this horrible nightmare. But yet, as she was drunken from and sliced, she knew it was all horribly real. Somehow, Tegan had been transported into Hell, by the King himself who called himself Crowley. Whose eyes could flash red and show his true colors.

Crowley could see the pain in her eyes. He almost felt sorry for her. Which made him angry. He hated having these human feelings. Damn Winchesters and their failures. He slowly stood up and took her hair into his fist, pulling it back harshly. "I have such a good little pet. Such a good little darling." Crowley said with a wicked smile. "What shall I do to you next, I wonder. I have tasted your wonderful blood. I wonder what I might sample next?" Crowley asked as he got close to her ear to ask, his voice deeper.

"I'm not your pet." She spat once more, grimacing as he grabbed a fistful of her raven hair. Tegan swallowed hard as he taunted her about sampling other things. She would not break to this sick freak. Never.


A dominating and cruel character with a strong, deep voice accented by British inflections. He revels in causing fear and pain, displaying sadistic tendencies throughout the narrative. His eyes are capable of flashing red, hinting at supernatural origins or powers. He is also manipulative and enjoys toying with his victims before moving on to more violent acts. Despite his brutal nature, he possesses an eerie charm that enhances his intimidating presence.

"I'm not your pet." She spat once more, grimacing as he grabbed a fistful of her raven hair. Tegan swallowed hard as he taunted her about sampling other things. She would not break to this sick freak. Never.

Crowley smirked down at her before having her stand up. He snapped his fingers once more making her nude, hands tied and placed on a hook that hung from the ceiling. He took time to inspect her body. Giving a content hum at how beautiful it was. It will be even more beautiful when he makes his marks upon it. "You will be begging for me soon enough." Crowley let out a low growl as he searched for his whip. Finally finding his whip bound in purple leather at the hilt he approached her from the back, running a hand up and down her spine.


An ordinary Japanese young man, skilled in both mathematics and sports. He's of average height and build for a young adult male in Japan. His personality is caring and considerate towards Satsumi. He shows genuine concern for her comfort during their intimate moments together and is open to exploring the boundaries of their relationship. Despite being relatively inexperienced, he is eager to please her and willing to learn from each encounter. His playful side emerges during their lovemaking sessions where he teases her playfully while also expressing his desire clearly. Outside the bedroom, he appears easygoing and adaptable as seen when he readily agrees to go shopping with Satsumi despite it not being his initial plan.

He was a keeper. Sora couldn't help but smile as Satsumi told him that. It seemed he had satisfied her by what she said. Though her tone of voice suggested she was still turned on. Maybe he would be able to handle a second round?

"I'm glad to hear that." He told her honestly and kissed her again. As they kissed, his hands played with her breasts again as he slowly recovered his stamina. But before he went any further he thought it was probably best to see of she wanted more or not. "How about a round 2?"

"Round two..." She mused slightly, the words rolling off with a light pant. "You are a bold man. You know humans have died from having sex with Onis, don't you?" Perhaps she should have led in with that first, but it was hard to tell if she was teasing or telling the truth with her words. For the moment however, she soon sat up, apparently eager to see what else the man had in store for her. "But I think I can at least test your limits and see how far you can go, Sora."

Sora had no idea if Satsumi was being serious or not about dying having sex, but he sure did hope it was a joke. Either way, his new girlfriend seemed eager for another round as she quickly sat up.

Sora's partially hard cock quickly started springing back to life as he had a great view of the Oni's naked body. He kept laying there as his cock got fully erect, wanting the girl to mount him this time.

Satsumi held a most excellent poker face as she poked a little bit of fun at Sora—and she was mostly joking. She'd certainly heard rumors of men dying to Oni from sex, but they were the more... vicious kind.

"How do you want me?" She asked, her lower lip bitten between her teeth as she gave out a quiet and sultry growl, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took.

Sora smiled as he watched Satsumi. She seemed to be getting more bold, the way she looked at him with desire, Sora liked that a lot. He placed his hands on her hips, feeling her body as he smiled back with the same desire. "I want you to ride me." He declared. His cock already stiff and waiting to impale her.

"Ride you, hrmmm?" She soon moved to sit up on her knees in full, still feeling some of his seed dripping down her thigh. A moment later, her hands moved fro him, gently but teasingly pushing him down onto the bed on his back. It took her no time at all to begin straddling him, Rather than help him insert herself into him, her hand gently guided his shaft between her folds, letting the length of it run down her lips as the sensation alone made her thick thighs squeeze against his hips, and caused her to rest one of her hands against his chest. "I want you to ask me very nicely..." She wasn't usually the type to tease, but she wanted him to work for it just a little this time around. She continued to grind and pivot her hips against him, her hand slowly running across his chest as she did so, nails slightly scraping over his body.

Sora looked at Satsumi with a surprised smile. She was teasing him, and it was really good. He wanted so badly for her to go down but decided to play along. "Pretty please? Would you ride me Satsumi?" He smiled and gave her his best puppy eyes to convince her.

"Since you asked so nicely..." Satsumi trailed off, her eyes regarding him softly. With her free hand running through her hair, she soon used her other hand to steady herself against his chest, humming out quietly as her hips sunk in against his own, and his cock slid into her. "Annh..." She gasped out audibly, her breath hitching as she took him down to the hilt. Starting to grind herself against him her straddling hips squeezed against him a little more tightly, her right hand moving for one of his hands before resting it against her hip, subtly positioning him before she began to ride him more roughly, the bed bucking back loudly into the wall as her body tensed, breasts bouncing with every full motion from her.

"Oh fuck..." Sora let out a moan as Satsumi started riding his cock. Her tits bounced a lot as she moved on top of him without care. His hands moved up and grabbed them, squeezing them and pulling her nipples playfully. His cock was very sensitive from his first orgasm but he knew he could keep going for a while since he had just cum. "You feel so good Satsumi." He lowered his hands to her hips and helped her up and down on his cock.

Satsumi gave out something of a laugh, but it combined with a moan to make a sultry mixture of the two as her hips audibly smacked back into his. "Nnnh... Keep going Sora..." She moaned out, and as her thighs quaked for just a moment, it wasn't much longer before they were tightening their loving embrace around his waist, and her body leaned back into his. her bouncing breasts were soon brushing over hiss chest, her peaked and firm nipples running across her lover's upper body before she embraced him in foll, one of her hands moving around his back to begin lifting him up off the bed just a little. "Fuck..." She moaned out once more, her breathing headier and more lilted as her eyes slowly drifted shut. It was an intense pleasure for her, and one she couldn't help but indulge in, her climax getting closer by the second as her inner walls milked against him, squeezing and clamping down with a radiant heat.

Having an Oni riding on top of you might sound scary due to their size, but Sora was living proof that it was far from true. The sight of Satsumi's breasts bouncing up and down as she rode his cock was perfect. He was turned on to the max and even though he had just orgasmed, his next one wouldn't take long. "Fuck... Satsumi... so fucking good." He wasn't much to swear but it was hard not to because of how amazing he felt. He wrapped his arms around her back as she laid on top of him and moved his waist up and down, matching her hips as his cock when in and out of her tight pussy. "Are you gonna cum? Does it feel good?" He asked, his voice clearly turned on and wanting her to talk in the same tone.

She was a larger woman—but she handled herself carefully on top of Sora. Taking a light.. Or at least as light of a touch as one could when bucking her hips back hard into her lover, she felt her juices dripping down her thighs and pooling onto the bed. "It feels very good, Sora..." She trailed off, lips pressing against his ear as she nipped down, her teeth rolling against his earlobe before she licked against it. "I'm not going to come until you do though..." Her words came out in an intense and heated whisper, her breath flicking over him as her hands gently eased up towards his shoulders this time around, planting him down a little more firmly onto the bed. Bringing her hips down exceptionally firmly against his own, the wet smacking of flesh against flesh filled the room alongside the bed wildly smacking back into the frame of the wall—she wasn't going to stop this more intense pace until she got what she wanted from him.

Sora was definitely surprised by how intense Satsumi was going but he didn't care one bit. It felt too good to care and he didn't want her to stop. His climax approached quickly as she kept riding him hard, he thought once more about cumming inside her, but she clearly wasn't going to stop and he had already cum inside her just a bit ago so what difference did it make?

Holding her hips with his hands, he helped her keep up the pace as his orgasm approached. Slamming her down one last time against his cock, he shot more of his thick cum inside her needy pussy. His entire length inside her, his tip easily poking her womb. His jizz came out one shot after the other and filled her up even more. Finally, after he had nothing more in him, did he let go of her waist and let his arms fall to the side as he breaths heavily.

Once Satsumi felt his seed beginning to spill into her once more, she let out a rather satisfied and slow sounding sigh of pleasure as her thighs pressed inwards, her legs straddling him even more as she started to climax herself. Supporting her frame with all the strength her legs could muster and one hand on his shoulders her body trembled and quaked as her inner walls began to squeeze and suckle against him. "Ah!" She moaned out a little more loudly, tongue panting out for just a moment as she slammed her hips back down against him, her juices spattering over his body and making a mess on the bed as she rolled her body slowly, her free hand moving to grope and fondle against her breast as her palm brushed slowly over her sensitive nipple.

Fuuuck... Sora could only groan in pleasure as he came a second time deep inside his Oni lover. She seemed to love the sensation as it immediately brought her over the edge and he felt her pussy milking his cock as she orgasmed as well. Her moans were really fucking sexy, he still couldn't he would be able to hear that same moan whenever they wanted to have sex again. Luck was really on his side. After cumming and making a mess over them both and the bed, she rolled off of him and laid on the bed besides him. One of her hands on her breast as she recovered her breath.

"That was... too good..." Sora said, his breathing heavy and a silly smile on his face. He turned to look at her, glad to see her just as satisfied as him. "Is it okay for me to have cum twice inside you?" Only now did he realize the issue that could turn into.

Satsumi gave out the lightest of sighs as she came down from her post climactic bliss. As her heavy chest rose and fell with very breath from her parted lips, her tongue slowly ran across them as her eyes closed, a hand running through her silvery and long hair. "So, this is what I can expect while I'm your girlfriend? You better be able to put on a performance like that every night..." She positively hummed out, quite satisfied after the experience. Slowly rolling her hips as she helped him pull out, her arms soon wrapped around him, bringing Sora closer to her as she embraced him in full.

Sora happily accepted Satsumi's embrace and smiled as they snuggled in bed, holding each other in their arms. He was a bit surprised though when she said to expect sex like that every single day. He would love that, though he wasn't sure if his stamina would be enough to handle it every day. He hoped she was just exaggerating. "I'll do my best" He promised either way and kissed her slowly and softly on the lips.


An Oni, a mythical creature characterized by her towering height that surpasses even the tallest of men. She has a pair of horns sprouting from her head and flowing white hair. Her skin is fair, and she exudes an aura of regal grace despite her formidable size. Satsumi displays a teasing yet caring demeanor towards Sora. She's playful and bold in their intimate moments, but also shows sensitivity and concern for his wellbeing. Despite her intimidating physical presence, she handles herself with careful consideration during their lovemaking sessions to ensure mutual pleasure and comfort. Outside the bedroom, she appears thoughtful and practical as seen when she suggests shopping for room decorations and clothing.

Sora happily accepted Satsumi's embrace and smiled as they snuggled in bed, holding each other in their arms. He was a bit surprised though when she said to expect sex like that every single day. He would love that, though he wasn't sure if his stamina would be enough to handle it every day. He hoped she was just exaggerating. "I'll do my best" He promised either way and kissed her slowly and softly on the lips.

Returning the kiss with slowness and intimacy, Satsumi's arms wrapped around her lover, and soon enough they were tangled with each other and the bed sheets, Satsumi not quite exhausted but letting sleep come over her quite readily between the fluffiness of the bed and the warmth of her lover.

A few days later, school hadn't started yet, though it was the last weekend before it. In the morning as the two prepped dinner, Satsumi gave out a quiet hum and turned to Sora. "Hey. Why don't we go shopping? Truth it... I could use a few more decorations for the room and ways to spruce it up and make it feel more like home! Plus, I need some more clothing—just a few more spare outfits since it'll be a bit warmer than I thought it would be here..." She trailed off, was she being entirely truthful?

In the afternoon, both were in one of the larger shopping malls of the city, and while Satsumi wasn't the only monster in the store, her looks did catch quite a few eyes. Still, she did not let hers stray as one hand held against Sora's, the other at her side as her eyes scanned over the crowds and stores. "Hrm... Sora, was there anything you needed here? If so, perhaps it would be a good idea so we could split up and shop individually?" She asked, her head faintly tilted in his direction.